The following days for Queen were filled by preparations for the show in Hyde Park. As much as John Reid was taking care of everything, Roger, John, Freddie and Brian made a point of being present to find out how everything was being organized. Once again, Brian brought me to see the stage assembly and all the sound equipment. There were at least fifty people working, running back and forth, resolving any setbacks here and there. Brian took me by the hand to a certain distance from the almost ready structure of the stage, and we stood right in front of it.
The size of that thing made my stomach go tumbling. Something as big as that, to be used by only four people, four people of my family, whom I loved very much. Queen was growing and the crowd still frightened me. But I decided not to let this frighten me, they would be the center of attention, not me. More and more people recognized their talent and this in itself was what made me happy.
"It's going to be a big event, isn't it?" I said to my husband aloud.
"Yeah, Branson didn't measure up," Brian sighed, "they're going to fill the park on Saturday, that's what I expect, so it's all worth it."
"Bri, I ..." I hesitated, still impressed with all the work to organize the show "I never asked you this, but ... seeing a stage of this size, doesn't intimidate you a bit?"
"Oh yeah, for sure" he laughed, a little embarrassed "but after the tours I got used to it. Do you know what helps a little? It's just that no one is looking directly at me, and even if they look, there's no way I'm going to notice it because of the distance the audience is from the stage, besides, we're four. And ... Freddie always draws attention to himself."
"That's true" I said, remembering how the singer was a little more excited than usual in recent days over the show "he's trilling, but you?"
"A little nervous, really" Brian confessed "but until that happens upstairs, when I start playing with the guys, we kind of have fun and help forget the fear of the stage, we connect with the audience and we end up changing the same energy. They end up paying more attention to the music itself than to each of us. It's incredible! What is it?"
I loved watching Brian as he spoke excitedly about something he loved, and I was there in that kind of situation again, staring at him with shining eyes.
"Nothing, it's that ..." I lowered my eyes, but I got the courage to say it "When you talk like that, it always makes me fall in love with you even more."
"I don't know what I did, but thank you" Brian smiled and gave me a quick kiss, which was allowed in his current work environment.
"I hate to interrupt the two lovebirds, but we need to rehearse Bri" John came to call the band's guitarist "did you see Roger? He missed a while ago."
"Oh, I have no idea where he got in" Brian said, a little worried "I'll see if I find him, John, and we'll meet later."
"Okay, I'll wait for you" John nodded and went to the stage.
"Look Bri, I think I have an idea where he is" I remembered the motive of embarassment that our friend had last week "go to meet Freddie and John, I'll find Rog."
"Okay, thank you" He kissed my cheek as he said goodbye.
I went to the Mr. Branson's trailer, a kind of mobile office to take care of the details of the show very close to where it would happen, and of course his faithful squire Dominique was accompanying him and helping him in everything. I looked around the trailer, but there were no signs of Roger around. I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.
"Chrissie!" Dominique smiled at me after opening the door, looking slightly relieved "what can I do for you?"
"Actually, I don't think I'm going to need any help." I looked away at a roguish way looking Roger inside the trailer and stared at him, angry "I found exactly what I was looking for."
"Come on, Chrissie, you didn't come here to scold, did you?" he shrugged, pretending to be innocent.
"I came to do you a favor, the boys are looking for you to rehearse, now!" I put my hands on my waist, placing authority in my voice.
"Okay, you don't have to say again" he muttered, and before he followed me, he gave Dominique a puppy look.
"Duty calls, Mr. Taylor" she replied, sounding irritated "You have to work, and so do I, ah, and one more thing, if you feel thirsty again you don't have to come to me just to drink some water, there's water wit the stage assistants, okay?"
He nodded to her, unable to say anything new, and finally left Dominique alone.
"But what is this water story?" I asked as we walked side by side.
"Oh, I was thirsty and I came to ask her where the water was" He shrugged.
"Seriously?" I looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world "and what else did you invent just to see her? Because I know that's exactly what you've been doing all day, I've seen you after her earlier."
"Oh Chrissie, I was just having some doubts about how everything will work, that's all ..." he thought I was misleading him with that naughty smile of his.
"Look, listen to me, if you really like her, you have to let the poor girl breathe, you're obsessed with her, if you didn't notice" I said, annoyed by his behavior.
"You know my bet? I'm running late to get it done, one time she'll agree to go out on a date with me " Roger explained, but it only made me angrier.
"And you already asked her out?" I crossed my arms.
"No ..." I ended up finding his fault "but I'm working on it."
I just put a hand on my forehead and shook my head, trying to cope with his stupid insistence. I stood in a corner of the stage to see the rehearsal.
Roger joined the boys, who received him with grunts and grimaces. So they ignored the delay and began rehearsing. They touched the entire Sheer Heart Attack, and Roger scowled here and there in the process. Before moving on to the next song, the drummer asked for a pause.
"What is it now, Rog?" Freddie asked him impatiently.
"No, it's just that ..." Roger grimaced and tried to move his foot "it looks like someone glued chewing gum on my pedal!"
"You're kidding ..." Brian sounded incredulous.
"No, man, that's serious." Roger lifted his foot hard and really had a gum glued to his sneakers"I'm going to complain to Branson, how absurd, it's clear someone put this here on purpose ..."
Without much thought he tried to take the chewing gum with his hand, and suddenly, a firecracker exploded near the battery. Roger jumped and screamed as sharply as when he sang, we all got scared, we looked around to see who had been the author of the prank, perhaps the same person who had glued the chewing gum.
An instant later, Dominique appeared and I soon realized that she was holding on to keep from laughing.
"I was standing nearby and I heard something popping up," she explained to the band. "Has anything serious happened?"
Roger rose angrily and went to her full of demanding.
"First, someone stuck chewing gum on my pedal, and then they popped a firecracker near me, I'd love to find out who it was and have a nice chat with him, Ms. Beyrand" He was speaking with his hands on his waist, ignoring the charming way he had used to speak to her so far.
"Well, you're talking to her Mr. Taylor" she allowed herself to laugh "it was my way of making it clear that your pursuit with me was already over the edge."
I saw the confused face that the drummer did while processing what Dominique had told her, she had just confessed that she had made those pranks with him. Instead of yelling at her, or playing the charming, he started to laugh. Even Dominique was confused by his reaction.
"You had the courage to do this to me? I have to congratulate you!" Roger laughed a little more. "Darling, you rock! And look, I called you darling with all respect, just to make it clear. And I apologize for being a sticky tick today. Can we start over?"
He ended up offering her a hand, which she ended up shaking.
"Apologies accepted Mr. Taylor" Dom replied, and I realized that she was a bit impressed that he had laugh of her pranks.
"You can call me Roger" the drummer offered.
"And you can call me Dominique, out of work" she smiled.
"You mean I'll see you out of work?" Roger risked.
"Who knows ..." Dominique let it out. "Now come back to the rehearsal, I've already messed you up too much."
And so, she left us leaving with the only thought of "But what just happened?". Roger stood for a moment with that silly smile for nothing before the boys went back to rehearsal.
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plot: roger is mean to brian about him barely getting any girls, so reader, who’s brian’s friend, proves roger wrong. she says some things to roger, a little nasty, saying that not everyone needs to change girls every night to be good in bed. at the start, it’s just so roger would piss off, but when brian and reader get to brian's place, they’re not pretending anymore.
A/N: This has been sitting in my mind for a very long time. I'm not sorry it's so long, I'm actually finally a work of mine is longer than usually. I've been writing this for almost a month now, or over a month. You can choose whichever Brian. Happy reading!
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warnings: swearing and unprotected sex if that even bothers anyone (don't try that at home, kids)!
Another long day at the studio, but Emma never gets bored. The only thing getting on her nerves is Roger and his damn groupie. He's been bragging about his supposed talents in bed and the amount of girls that love him since Emma has known him, and that's been a very long time. Like half of the time that Emma has been best friends with Brian. And it's always been a thing that Roger does, but lately it has teared Emma's nerves to pieces every single day.
Especially when he puts down Brian. God, she just wants to yell at Roger every time he says something, but she controls herself. Until one day, when the annoyance has built up and she can't take it anymore. Roger and Brian are the only ones at the studio, because the new song they're recording already has the bass and vocal tracks, and they don't need Fred or Deaky to fix anything.
There's a horribly plastic blonde lounging next to Emma on the studio couch, twirling her curled piece of hair between her fingers while she eye-fucks Roger with her gum travelling and sticking everywhere around her mouth. Emma rolls her eyes at Roger's groupie of the day and looks back at the boys. They're fixing their instruments up, having done the needed part for this day. Emma smiles. Finally she and Brian can go to his place and listen to a recently come-out Pink Floyd record.
Roger and Brian walk into the room where the girls lay and Brian smiles at Emma, not giving any attention to the blonde girl next to her. Emma returns the gesture, and watches as he walks over to the controls. Roger, instead, sits down between Emma and the blonde and Emma turns her head away, covering her ears, once she starts hearing kissing noises. She makes a disgusted face at them and Brian extends his arm to her, requesting Emma to stand up. She takes his hand and his offer, standing up and smiling at Brian sheepishly. He gives a smile in response and then turns back to the switches.
“Roger, please get up here so we can finish the day.” Brian says to his bandmate, clearly annoyed by his behavior, as well. Emma smiles faintly, enjoying the rightfully served justice. Roger pulls away from his girl of the day and looks at Brian.
“Distracting you, are we?” The drummer asks and Emma rolls her eyes. The blonde girl laughs a wicked laugh and it makes Emma want to vomit. Brian sighs.
“Yes.” He replies and puts headphones on his ears, ready to listen to their recording. Roger only chuckles.
“Well,” Roger says as he stands up, “that's only because you haven't gotten laid and you desperately need to.” He states. Roger secures his pants and picks up a pair of headphones himself. He looks at Brian, smirking, and nudges his side. “I can help you, me and Shelley here don't mind a little sharing.” He winks at the blonde, and she laughs again.
Brian sighs. “I don't need your help with that, thank you very much.” He says to Roger without looking at him, sarcasm showing in the last words. Roger rolls his eyes.
“Then tell me why there's never a girl with you here, except Emma.” Roger argues, turning to Brian. “It must be from your lack of talent in bed.” He says and puts on his headphones. That's it. That's it for Emma, she's had enough.
“Fucking hell, Roger.” she curses and shakes her head. Emma walks over to him. “Just because Brian doesn't brag about his, mind you, incredible talents at sex, doesn't mean he hasn't gotten laid.” She folds her arms over her chest and shoots Roger a challenging look with one eyebrow raised.
“He's my best mate, I think I know he's desperate for a shag when I see it.” Roger says and scoffs.
“Oh really?” Emma challenges him further. Roger looks at her disbelievingly and Emma slides her arm around Brian's waist, which surprises not only Roger, but the guitarist himself. “Seems like you don't know your best friend at all. Don't you notice he's exhausted coming in today? Do you know what we did last night?” She tells Roger and slides her hand down to Brian's thigh, gripping it lightly. Brian grows nervous at her touching him, but can't show it to anyone around, especially Emma. “But you sure know how to put him down. So, my suggestion is, you get your head out of your ass and realise that your tiny dick size or your horrible characteristics aren't what please the women you change every night.” She says. Roger clenches his jaw. “It's your money.” Emma pats the drummer's shoulder with her hand, smiling sarcastically at him and takes Brian's hand as she starts to walk towards the exit door. “Your song's perfect. You've been working your bum off on that song.” She says in the guitarist's ear.
Brian grins from ear to ear as the two reach his car, and he laughs. So does Emma once she hears him, and lets go of his hand. “Thank you for that.” Brian says to her when they've sat down in his car. “I've always known what to say to him, but it never gets him to shut up, it does absolutely nothing to stop those stupid comments.” He admits. Emma smiles.
“I'm glad I could help.” She replies. “He was running me down, as well, and I just can't stand by watching an arrogant prick put down his best friend. And my best friend.” She states and looks over at Brian with a smile. He nods at her and starts the car, driving away from the studio finally. “It's been such a long day.” Emma sighs. Brian just smiles to himself, and looks at the road ahead.
Emma sits on Brian's kitchen table, Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here' album playing from his living room. Her legs dangle off the edge, her bare feet knotting together once in a while as she watches him busying himself in the kitchen.
“Did you talk at all with the blonde girl? Shelley?” He asks and brings Emma out of her music trance.
“No.” She responds. “She didn't seem interesting.” Emma admits, but then raises her eyebrows and adds, “except the part of sharing in bed.” Brian laughs at that.
“Christ.” He mutters. “Don't believe that, Roger probably made it up.”
“Right, he likes to be the most interesting one in the room.” Emma nods, agreeing. She sighs and lifts her head up, looking at Brian who walks over to her with two cups of tea. Peppermint, she can smell it. Brian agrees to her statement with a hum. He stands next to her at the table, and looks at Emma. “His words don't get to you, do they?” She asks, tilting her head to look at Brian better, he looks down. Emma frowns.
“Don't want them to.” He says slowly, and she pouts.
“Brian,” she starts to say, moving her hand closer to his on the table's surface, and eventually taking his long fingers between her own. Brian looks at her, “please don't let them. It's just Roger picking on you.” Emma encourages him sweetly. “Don't let him have what he wants. If what he says is true or not, no matter, you must not let him walk over you.”
Brian sighs deeply. “And what if it is true?” He asks worriedly. Emma doesn't say anything, waiting for Brian to say what he wants to. “I really haven't gotten together with a girl in a long time. And I've tried, I've chatted girls up or whatever, but—”
“Don't you dare doubt yourself, Brian May,” Emma says in a threatening voice, disrupting his verbalised doubts. She knows what Brian wants to say next, but she won't let him, “don't doubt your looks, your charm, your skills in bed or anything else. You're amazing, okay?” Her thumb caresses the top of his hand and Brian chuckles airily.
“Thanks, love,” he responds, “but why can't I get a girl into my bed?” He asks then and Emma sighs quietly.
“I don't know, Bri.” She says and there's a moment of quiet between them both. They're not looking into each other's eyes, but then Emma draws in a deep breath and looks back up at Brian's lovely eyes. “I could help you out with that.” She suggests, and it sounds as crazy as it did in her head, if not crazier. An outrageous offer.
“What? Set me up with someone?” Brian asks, and then shakes his head. “No, I don't want to be with any of your friends, Emmie, sorry, but it'll be too weird.”
She's silent for a while, but then looks down with a shy smile. “No, no, I meant...” Emma fiddles between her hands in her lap and then tilts her head up again, looking at Brian with slightly clouded eyes, “I meant... me.”
Brian furrows his eyebrows immediately, not sure if he heard or understood her correctly. They look at each other for a while, Brian wondering through the staring if he's cleaned his ears.
“You mean,” he starts to say, crossing his arms over his chest and squinting, “have sex with me?”
Emma inhales and nods. The thought sure sounds exciting. She shrugs then, and offers Brian an innocent smile. “Why not?” She asks. “Something wrong with me?”
“No, no,” he immediately shakes his head, “nothing's wrong with you, you're perfect, love. It's just... won't it be strange?”
Emma tilts her head from side to side. “We've seen each other naked before, and I've heard a lot of things through thin walls,” she says and rolls her eyes, Brian only laughs, knowing what she's talking about, “if we don't make it weird, it won't be.”
“Right.” Brian responds quietly. “And it's not just because you think I want to get back at Roger?”
Emma shakes her head. “No, Bri.” She says. “Haven't you wondered what your best friend is like in the intimate part of life? Cause I have.” Emma admits with no shame. “But if you want to get back at Roger, we can do that as well.” She suggests and moves her hands to Brian's sides. He gives her an alarmed look, but doesn't protest when she pulls him between her legs.
Emma tilts her chin up at Brian and her hands travel up his shirt to rest on his chest. Their faces are close, a few centimeters between Brian's long nose and Emma's short, round one. They look into each other's eyes.
“Do you really want to?” He asks, and Emma gives him a nod for an answer. “Cause I'm not sure about holding back.” Brian admits, raising his eyebrows for a short moment. Emma chuckles and her arms encircle Brian's waist.
“You don't have to.” She whispers and leans up to capture Brian's lips between hers. It's their first shared kiss ever, they haven't kissed even in a dare or by mistake, never. And it feels nice, both of them can admit that.
They're going easy, slowly, pulling back and reconnecting their lips now and then, Brian's nose softly touching her cheek. The two are slowly exploring each other and how their lips and tongues feel together, not hurrying. There's time for everything. And she tastes so sweet, sweeter than anything. Brian wonders why he hasn't thought of this before.
Brian starts to think of Emma undressing, moaning his name and even writhing underneath him, her eyelids dropping and lifting, her lips parting and closing, and it's all over for slow going then. His lips grow hungrier, lapping at hers quicker and his hands grab at her waist. It brings a moan out of Emma and Brian hums in appreciation. He gasps for air between their kisses and Emma rests her hands on Brian's chest, stopping their small session.
“That's not so bad, is it?” She asks him with a slight grin. Brian smiles and shakes his head, agreeing with her. Emma's hand sneaks up to the back of Brian's head, kneading through his curls. But he's in no mood to stop what they began, looking at Emma with darkened eyes.
She doesn't know what she's quite in for when Brian pushes his lips back on hers, making Emma rock back slightly from the impact. She gasps at the intensity and tightens her grip on Brian's neck. She feels herself growing wet by the second, sensing how Brian's want for her rises. And quite literally. The closer she moves to him, the more accesable is his hard-on. Already? Brian must be severely touch starved.
Emma brushes her fingers softly through Brian's hair just as she feels his hand creeping down towards between her hips. Her breath stops and she looks at Brian with the most lustful look in her eyes that he's seen her carry. He breathes heavily and pushes his fingers against Emma's heat, making her freeze and shortly stop breathing, but only for a second. Her eyes are looking into Brian's before her eyelids drop and she completely surrenders before him.
Brian starts to quickly work on her clit after he's slid her knickers to the side a little, rubbing mercilessly at it in any shape he finds suitable. He's ruthless, and Emma's moaning his name and gasping and panting, her small hands gripping Brian's arms. He rests his forehead against Emma's and looks at her eyes, but only finds them closed. “Open your eyes, baby,” Brian urges and Emma does, though it's quite hard at the moment. “Are you close?” He whispers. She nods, gasping for more breath.
“Yes, Brian.” Emma answers him, and her words turn into a high-pitched moan. She's surprised at how quickly she feels close to her orgasm, and she might have liked to last longer for her friend. But she doesn't know what to expect from him, really, although she's wondered about how Brian felt or what he could do, from time to time. “Ungh!” Emma exclaims, then biting down on her lip, “I'm—I'm coming.”
Brian feels her thighs throbbing against his, shaking almost. His lips part and he enjoys the pretty sight before him so much, he fastens the movements of his fingers. His other hand gropes her right thigh, reaching underneath it and hoisting Emma closer to him. Brian's starving for her suddenly, wanting to do many dirty things to her, and it shows in his eyes. He's picturing her beneath him, before him, above him, on her knees, on her back, on her stomach. His eyes cloud over and his cock twitches in his pants.
Emma comes finally, starting with her body tensing up and her eyes rolling to the back of her head and finishing with deep gasps and hanging her head back, gripping Brian's arms tighter for support. Her hair sways behind her shoulders, her neck is completely exposed to Brian and he uses the chance to cover it with his lips all over. Emma gasps quietly, closing her eyes and putting her hands around Brian's neck. She smiles lazily when he sucks on her skin and tangles her fingers in his curls. She's touched his hair before, combed it, played with it, ran through every base of every curl, but now they feel different between her delicate fingers. They sort of feel... more accessible now, touchable.
“What do you want, baby?” Emma asks in a sweet, sweet voice in Brian's ear. He responds with a light groan and a soft bite on her ear. Emma chuckles, sliding her hand down to the treasure between Brian's legs and palms her hand over the shaft through his jeans. Brian's lips stop in an open-mouthed kiss on her neck and his eyes flutter shut.
Oh, he'd love to have her fingers or lips wrapped around his cock, he would. Hear her encouraging words and moans while her hand moves up and down on it, or hear the simple sound of how her lips and tongue suck on him, her saliva and his cum mixing together. But not now. Now he wants to be the one who gives, he wants Emma to be the one shaking and writhing and almost passing out. Brian wants to love his friend tonight the way he has never before.
He didn't reply to Emma's comment about wondering what he'd be like in bed, he didn't really have time to. Brian has wondered, sometimes even fantasized and pictured all sorts of things, but would he ever admit that to her? Perhaps it's too much of a sacred thing to him, something he's shy about. He's always been shy and quiet about these things, and Emma knows that. But she wants him to feel the best tonight, no holding back. Just as they promised.
“N-No.” Brian stammers out and Emma opens her eyes, feeling confused. She halts her hand and looks at Brian, unsurely.
“Why?” She whispers. “D-Did I do something, um—“
“No, no. Not at all.” Brian answers and gives Emma an small assuring smile. She smiles back, a reflex of hers, really. Brian's smile grows and Emma sees those vampire teeth that she loves, and she chuckles. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, Emmie,” he admits, looking away, “but I don't want you to...” Brian's head hangs low, his mind empty of the words he doesn't really want to say.
“Give you a handjob?” Emma finishes, a cocky eyebrow raised and a grin added. Brian only looks deep into her eyes. “Alright.” She says and tugs at the bottom of her dress, lifting the thin flowery material over her head. It takes Brian's full attention to see her in only her pushed-aside knickers, her breasts exposed and his breath hitches. Seeing her naked before is nothing like this right now. Emma rests her elbows on the table and leans onto them. She grins at Brian. “Do what you may to me.” (a/n: heheheheheehe sneaky sneak)
Brian bites his lip and moves to lean over Emma again, sliding her knickers down her legs afterwards. She was expecting him to kiss her, but he only lingers himself and his lips mere milimeters above Emma's skin. It makes goosebumps appear everywhere he moves, Emma's breath stopping here and there. Brian tugs his jeans and boxers down, and Emma's eyes widen a bit once seeing his size. It certainly is true about what they say - the hands match the package. And Brian's fingers are qute incredible in length. She parts her lips in a quiet 'wow', and is a bit astounded, not able to take her eyes off his already hard cock. But when he wants to take off the already half-unbuttoned blouse-shirt, Emma reaches her hand out to his and they look at each other.
“You look pretty.” She simply says. “With the necklace and all.” She explains and Brian laughs quietly. But that demeanor is gone in the second he kisses Emma again. He kisses her so fiercely and with such passion, Emma might burst. “Brian.” She begs quietly between their kisses and Brian takes that as a signal. Taking Emma by the waist, he pushes her slowly down onto the table and moves backwards a bit and grips her thighs. On her left thigh his hand rests on the top, pushing the leg to the side. Her right thigh is gripped under the knee at the start, then Brian moves the knee upwards. As he leans back towards Emma's chest and face, Brian pushes the knee with him and slowly enters Emma with his hard cock.
Although she winces, Emma keeps her eyes on Brian's, but due to the immensely wonderful feeling, her eyelids soon drop and her head falls back against the table. Brian grunts and lets his head rest between Emma's breasts. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. She really feels incredible, surely better than he'd thought, and Brian would stay in the position for the span of his life if he could. But he's gotta start moving.
“Oh, fuck!” Emma exclaims once he does and thanks Brian silently for pushing her legs apart before he entered her. She honestly stressed about him not fitting inside, and she can say that it's not an easy feeling. “Please, move, faster, Brian.” She begs and Brian obliges, making his thrusts more frequent and, with time, deeper.
Emma's hands grip Brian's back, trying to hold onto to it as it's moving, and her fingers are soon to leave marks from the struggle and overwhelmind feeling. Her friend really is good in bed, he's very good at sex. He feels fulfilling and complete inside her, Emma realises it's the feeling of something long-lost that is regained. Strange, but she'll have time to think about it later. Now's not the moment.
Brian's hand is still resting under her knee and he pushes the leg back and forth with his thrusts, giving himself and Emma more space. “Fuck, Emmie, you feel—ugh!—wonderful.” He says to her between grunts and presses a kiss on the base of her neck. He admires the view on himself driving in and out of her and almost collapses then and there. “You look so pretty around my cock, darling.”
Emma moans at his words, blushing as well. “You're not so bad yourself.” She replies and they both laugh, looking into the other's eyes. Emma eventually lifts Brian's blouse-shirt over his head and throws it away, with Brian raising an eyebrow at her in question. “Are you close, though?” The question sounds so mundane and matter-of-factly that Emma almods laughs again. Brian shuts his eyes and presses kisses along Emma's neck, making her squirm and whimper.
“Than I've ever been.” He answers in a deep, hushed whisper. Brian has been on the edge for a while and the foreign and new feeling of Emma stretching around him and kissing him and touching him drove him practically to the finish line the moment he went inside her. And he knows she might not be as close to orgasming as he is, so Brian reaches down between them both and rubs on her clit again. The action makes Emma's back arch and moan in such a high pitch that it's nearly a scream. She clenches around Brian's shaft, tightening, and Brian's eyes roll back. “Oh my fucking God, I'm gonna cum—“ He announces and looks down at Emma, watching her figure as it moves with each of his thrusts.
He's started to hit just the right spot in her a few seconds ago, and she's started to drive herself on Brian, meeting his thrusts in the right rhythm. “Come for me, Bri,” Emma encourages and takes Brian's face between her hands, kissing his lips firmly. He presses his middle finger against her most sensitive nub and Emma whines, her lips parting and back lifting off the surface. Brian uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and next thing he knows is them both reaching their orgasms in unison.
His thrusts grow slower and sloppier and Emma is clenching harder around him, riding out her orgasm. Soon she feels Brian's cum shooting inside her, warming and slickening her walls, and she lets her fluids drench his cock in all its glorious length. Brian releases a groan so gutteral he sounds like an animal, and if Emma hadn't come yet, she would have—on the spot—now. Brian leans up before her, his skin sweaty and shining from it, and from the light in the kitchen, he looks like a glowing angel to Emma. Very beautiful.
Brian pulls himself out of Emma and she whines a bit. His eyes naturally wonder down to where his cock just met her folds and he raises his eyebrows, making a silly face at Emma. “Quite a mess we've made on this table.” He says and takes a few near-by tissues to clean their both's fluids off the surface. Emma pants, holding her forehead and steadying her breathing.
“Did you know people eat on those?” She asks jokingly and Brian chuckles, throwing the tissues away. Neither of them really heard the horrible squeaks of the table moving while they were just going at it, and truly, the sounds were loud enough to wake up all London.
He comes back to Emma and looks down at her. She looks fucking amazing like this—on the kitchen table, fucked out and exhausted, but still probably the most attractive and hot woman Brian's ever layed eyes on. Her hair looks like a meadow, laying so artistically around herself, the hair closer to her face sticking to the skin; Emma's glistening with sweat all over; her thighs and hips and neck are a bit tainted with all sorts of marks from Brian; her legs are still a bit spread apart. Brian meets her eyes with the thought of lusting for her again.
“Fancy a shower?” He suggests with a sly grin. Emma chuckles, a smile stretching her lips.
“Only if you're the added bonus.” She replies and Brian smiles wide, helping her get up from the table. It squeaks, and she's a little spooked from the sound, gasping. But then the pair laugh and intertwine hands and start walking to Brian's bathroom.
A/N: This might be my best and filthiest work ever lmao. Hope you liked it.
Brian May x reader; Brian May!Gwilym Lee x reader (works either way)
Summary: Brian and Mary’s best friend have been in a secret relationship for almost a year now. After a long day at the studio, they are finally alone, and she decides he needs to relax. Sadly they get interrupted by someone.
Warnings: a little fluff at the beginning, smut, daddy kink, nsfw
Notes: it was my first smut fic and my first Brian fic, so have mercy on me. I had this idea in mind for a while now. As always, if you have any suggestion/idea/request, feel free to send them in. I don’t bite, I promise.
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That day at the studio had been a stressful one, the boys had written and recorded an entire song, which left the girl speechless. She had no real reason to be there, if not that she was their number one supporter and Mary’s best friend. This meant that, whenever Mary was at the studio, she was there too. But that wasn’t it. There was something going on that the boys hadn’t noticed – luckily – something between Brian and her. It had started almost a year before, when Mary introduced her to the boys for the first time.
----- FLASHBACK -----
“Come on, you look gorgeous!” said Mary for the seventh time since they got out of the cab in front of the venue where Freddie’s band was playing that night. She had known Mary for quite some time now, since she started working at Biba, and it didn’t take her too long to be introduced to Mary’s fiancé, Freddie.
The girl rolled her eyes, taking Mary’s hand and walking inside of the bar. The place was already crowded. “Is it always this hectic?” she asked, while reaching the counter and asking for the usual: a beer for herself and Mary’s go-to drink.
“Yes, when Freddie joined them, they already had quite a large fanbase, but now, since Queen became an actual thing, they started gaining even more recognition.” Explained Mary, thanking the girl for the drink, before pulling her with her onto the dancefloor. “Come on! It’s starting!”
That hadn’t been her first concert, she loved going out and finding new local bands. But this time it was different. Mary really wanted to match her up with the drummer of the band. She went on for weeks saying that she was exactly his type, that she loved outgoing girls, ones with a pair of balls, always ready to stand up to him. “I think it actually turns him on” she whispered in her ear during their shift at work that day. So she thought she might give it a go. Not because she actually wanted to end up having sex with the drummer, who apparently was really hot, but because she wanted to have fun with her best friend.
But when the band finally walked out on stage, all her eyes could see was big, dark, curly hair. “Who is that?” she asked, pointing in the direction of the guy Mary had actually never talked about.
“Oh, that’s Brian May, the guitarist. He’s a really nice guy, super smart, but I don’t think he would be able to match your big personality.” Responded Mary, before starting to dance around the dancefloor, singing along to almost every single song. The girl soon joined her, dancing with her best friend, humming the songs she had heard Mary softly sing at work or at lunch. But all she could really think about was that guy she had laid eyes on. She found herself staring at him more than she would actually like to admit. And little did she know, he had noticed her too.
“Follow me, I want to introduce you to the boys!” squealed Mary, taking her hand and pulling her backstage, the guards who knew let her through, and soon they were walking into their dressing room. That place smelled like beer, tobacco and sweat, something that was secretly turning her on a bit. The four boys were laying around on the couches and armchairs, talking about how good they did that night. “Boys, this is my best friend! Remember? I always talk about her!”
Immediately, all their eyes moved on her, scanning very inch of her body, from head to toe. She could feel their gazes on her curves, appreciating the view. She knew she had a nice body, people had told her many times before, but she always liked to be reminded in every possible way.
“Darling, you finally came!” said Freddie, breaking the silence, walking over to her and pulling her immediately into a big Freddie hug. “Let me introduce you to the boys!” With his arm around her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the boys again. “This right here is John Deacon, seems quiet but he’s actually a party animal once he has some alcohol running through his veins” she shook the man’s hand, giggling a little to the comment. “Then, the blondie over there is our very own Roger Taylor. Beware, he might break your heart.”
“Don’t say that, or she might never even give me a chanced” replied the drummer, winking at the girl. Yes, he was actually handsome, like Mary had said.
“And last but not least, Brian May. He’s not boring, I promise. He’s just… I’m trying to find a nice word to describe you” giggled Freddie, while the curly-haired man stood up and walked towards her, sticking his hand out for her to shake.
“Don’t listen to Fred, I’m not really boring” he gently smiled at her, while shaking her hand. She anted to say something, but she got lost for a second in his eyes. Or maybe more than a second.
“You’re a space nerd, of course you’re boring!” exclaimed Roger from the couch, still staring at the girl’s body, spending a little more time on her hips and ass, now that he could.
“I love space” she said quietly to the man standing in front of her, who smiled back at her in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
It was probably because of her big personality and her continuously, apparently flirting with everyone, that no one really saw what was going on between the two of them. they first went on a date a couple of weeks after they first met: he took her to a bar, he offered her a coffee, they talked about their backstory, they started to get to know each other. From that day on, Brian started paying her visits on the work place. At first, she was scared Mary would find out, not because she was ashamed of him, but because neither of them felt the need to make whatever there was between them public. When they started having sex, then there was no going back. They would end up making out or even doing it in the various and unconventional place: they did it in a bathroom after a gig, in a dressing room on the set of their first video ever, in a storage closet in the studio, in Biba’s warehouse (where Mary almost found them). If they felt the need, they did it. And they weren’t ashamed, not in the slightest bit.
----- END FLASHBACK -----
Now it had been going on for almost a year, and as things were starting to get really serious between the two of them, it was also starting to become harder for them to keep it a secret. “I think John is starting to notice something?” said Brian, putting down the pen and papers on the coffee table, his gaze moving to the girl sitting next him.
“How so?” she asked, closing the magazine she was reading and setting it aside.
Brian’s hands found their way to her hips, and quickly pull the girl on his lap. “He asked me why we’re always late together, or why we always orbit around each other” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“It’s probably about time we tell them” she replied, placing her hand on the back of his neck, massaging delicately. “But not today, maybe tomorrow. Now it’s just us and you need to relax”
“Yeah, you’re probably right” he nodded, closing his eyes, definitely enjoying the attention.
“Today, while you were recording your guitar solo, I was looking at you” she leaned forward a bit, placing a soft, wet kiss behind his ear. That was all he needed to understand what she had in mind. “You looked hot.”
“Tell me more” his voice was warm and raspy, his eyes, that were now once again open, were dark with lust.
“As I was watching you, all I could think about was how much I wanted you to play with me like you do with your guitar’s strings.” She started straddling his hips, her lips leaving wet kisses on his neck, while her hands moved to the front, unbuttoning his shirt. “Then there’s this little thing you do with your hips that turns me on like crazy” his hands had already lifted up her skirt, trying to make their way between her thighs, but she stopped him. “Let me take care of you first” and with that being said, she slid off of him, kneeling down between his legs, her hand quickly undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. It was late, no one else was at the studio, which meant they didn’t have to mind their tone, they didn’t need to be quiet. So when the girl started pumping his cock, Brian’s moans echoed in the room, which smelled like beer, smoke and sweat, just like when they first met. After a few moment, she lowered her hear onto him, wrapping her lips around his erection. A hand slowly creeps into the girl’s hair, tugging on it gently, while her tongue twirled around the tip, hand still pumping. Groans filled her ears when she started bobbing her head rhythmically, slowly taking more and more of his length in her mouth, until she felt the tip of it hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but she still didn’t move away. She moaned around him, which made it even harder for him not to thrust into her mouth. It didn’t take him long to feel his release coming close. All it took for him to finally reach his orgasm was to meet her eyes, eyes that he loved, full of lust and pleasure. That was the end of him. She kept sucking on him, watching the man of her life coming undone under her touch. He tried to pull her away, but she kept her head between his thighs, feeling his warm, salty release fill her mouth. She made sure to swallow while looking him in the eyes, which made the man slightly blush. At that point, she got up, letting her damped panties slide down her legs, and then positioned herself on his lap once again. “Now you can do whatever you want, daddy” she whispered, before pulling him into a passionate kiss. She knew that hearing her calling him like that always do things to him. she loved being able to causing him so much pleasure even just by talking dirty to him. Their tongues started twirling together and soon after she felt the man’s fingers softly caressing between her legs, which made her moan loudly into his mouth. As much as she loved pleasuring her man, she could hide the fact that she would die for him to touch her. By now he knew exactly what to do, how to curl his fingers, how to position himself in order to make her scream for more. His thumb started teasing her clit, while two fingers rubbed through her folds, quickly finding her entrance and pushing their way in. “Fuck, daddy” she moaned in his mouth, rotating her hips as if to ask him more, but that wasn’t his plan. He wanted to take things slow, he wanted to see her go crazy, beg for more, slowly melt under his touch. So he started pumping his fingers into her at a terribly slow pace, which immediately led her to ask for more. “Quit being a fucking tease, May”
“You need to relax, doll” he groaned, moving his lips on her neck, finding immediately her soft spot, on which he began to suck. That, added to the fingers inside of her and the one that was rubbing her clit, was already making her crazy.
At that point, he added a third finger and curled all of them inside of her, caressing her walls, tickling her spot, causing her to scream of pleasure. “Brian… fuck! I need more!”
“Ask properly, like a good baby girl should do” he moaned, finding pleasure in that view.
“Please, daddy! Fuck me” she was a whimpering mess already, but when he slid fingers out of her, she didn’t protest, knowing exactly what that meant. He put his fingers in his mouth, sucking away her wetness, before pumping himself a couple of times. After lining positioning himself at her entrance, he didn’t wait for nothing, he simply pushed himself all the way in, which made her eyes open shut, while she choked on her own breath. He started thrusting into her, rhythmically, deep, making her scream with pleasure. “Fuck! This feels- fuck!” she panted as she chased her orgasm. His hands moved to her hips, helping himself push into her, while her fingers dug into his back. He looked at her watching, moaning loudly as she whimpered his name, finally reaching her orgasm. She kept riding him even after that, hoping to make him cum a second time. She rolled her hips, rocking back and forth faster and faster, until they heard a noise. They both stopped, turning their heads towards the door and there was standing poor John, looking at the two of them.
“Oh my god!” he screamed, covering immediately his eyes with his hands, trying to leave the room, but the door was now close and poor John was too panicked and embarrassed to take his hands off his eyes and open the door himself.
The girl quickly pulled away, putting her panties back on and lowering her skirt, while Brian hid behind her, topless, pulling up his jeans. “John, I’m so sorry. We…”
“I know exactly what you two were doing! I saw! No need to explain” he was still panicking, his back towards the couple who was red in the face, both the pleasure they were experiencing a few moment before, and for the embarrassment. “Couldn’t you at least lock the door?”
“No one was supposed to be here. We were supposed to be the only ones…” Brian tried to explain, putting his shirt back on.
“Open the door so I can go away and leave you to whatever you where doing, will you?” none of them had ever seen Deacy so embarrassed. The girl walked over to him, opening the door and letting him go, adding one last I’m so sorry, before he could disappear into the hallway. When she turned around, facing once again the man, they both immediately burst into laughter.
The next day, they were all once again at the studio to work on some new songs for the upcoming album. Brian and the girl were sitting together on the sofa, as always, and poor Deacy was on the other side of the room. They could tell he was still shocked or embarrassed because he didn’t really greet them, he had just weaved a hand in their direction, without looking them in the eyes. Luckily, with time, he slowly grew out of that embarrassment and started talking again with them.
“So, Brian, who are you bringing as your plus one to my party on Friday?” asked Freddie during one of their coffee breaks. She had almost forgotten about Freddie’s big party. They had decided that that was the right occasion for them to go public. They wanted it to be a surprise, so Brian said “No one, I think”, shaking his head.
“I thought you two were coming together. I mean, you’re a thing after all.” Said John, realising only afterwards what he had just said. The three of them immediately turned red, trying to find something to say.
“Is it true?” squealed Mary, and the girl couldn’t really tell whether she was surprised or excited. So the couple simply nodded, receiving an applause from Freddie and Mary in response. Roger, on the other hand, was still quiet, his eyes on John, a puzzled look on his face.
“How come he knows it and I don’t? I thought you always told me everything, Brian.” Said Roger after a few moments of awkward silence, finally moving his gaze from the bassist to the curly-haired man.
Neither of them knew what to say once again. She was trying to think something that made sense, but she got beaten on time by Brian, who exclaimed “John understood that something was up by reading one of my songs and I had to tell him”.
“Sounds like bullshit” replied Roger, folding his arms in front of his chest.
“I walked in on them having sex last night” said John, the words came out almost as a whisper, but Roger still caught it. Roger didn’t know who to look at anymore. The three of the were getting redder in the face by the second, while Mary and Freddie could barely keep themselves from laughing.
“You did what? Where?”
“On that couch” John replied, pointing his fingers in the direction of the couch on which, not only Brian and the girl were sitting, but Roger too. The blonde’s expression immediately changed. “In that exact spot” Which wasn’t true, so they knew that now John was only making fun of him. And it was working. Roger stood up, looking at him, then at the couple next to him. The last thing he said before disappearing out of the room was “I’m gonna throw up”. And once the door closed, the five of them burst into laughter.
“Now that everything is fine” said John after they all calmed down “I can tell you two things: first of all, I had a feeling something was up between the two of you.”
“Yes, you did” giggled Brian, putting an arm around his girl’s middle, pulling her closer.
“And then, I’m really happy for you” he smiled, before getting up from his armchair, going back to his bass.
The girl looked up, finding Brian already looking down on her. He smiled, leaving a soft smile on her forehead. “Do you think we should go check on Roger?” asked the girl, giggling, losing herself in her man’s eyes.
“Nah, he’s okay” he replied, before leaning forward a little, pressing his lips on hers. It felt good to be able to kiss her without hiding. “I love you, baby girl”
“I love you, big space nerd”
[if you read, thank you. Let me know if you liked it, it means a lot to me!]
(A/N) Enjoy this fluffy Brian fic! I had so much fun writing this one!
“Can I take the blindfold off yet?” You giggle, bringing your hand up slowly to lift off the fabric to peek.
“Absolutely not,” Brian’s speaks sweetly, grabbing your small hand with his bringing it away from the blindfold. He places your hand on his thigh, holding the top of it gently, stroking it with his thumb.
The drive to Brian’s mystery date location has seemingly taken hours. With each turn and bump of the vehicle, you attempt to guess. Only as your ears began to pop did you have an idea.
Brian stops the car and rushes out to open your door. The click of the handle is all too familiar, each date for the past two years has started with that sound, followed by Brian’s outstretched hand.
Even with the blindfold on, that sound automatically makes you shoot out your hand in habit, flicking your wrist lightly to search for Brian’s fingers. He lets out a small breath of air, amused by your blind search for him. You could just picture the toothy smile he has on his face.
“Come on I’m dying here,” You frantically shake your hand, grinning ear to ear because of his antics.
Brian places his fingers in between yours, fitting together like a puzzle piece.
Following closely on Brian’s heels you often step on the back of his shoes, making him stumble, but laugh.
He stops suddenly, making you crash your head into his shoulder. “Sorry, love.” He says, pecking a kiss against your temple. “Alright, blindfold off.” He demands, standing behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders, squeezing.
You lift off the cover, to see the entire city below you, right off the edge of the hill. The same hill Brian had taken you on your first date years ago. You place your hand over your mouth, covering your giant smile. Your face grows warm and you turn around to face Brian, who is holding in his hand a picnic basket and blanket.
“Our first date spot?” You squeal out, jumping up and wrapping your arms around Brian’s shoulders, almost too high for you to reach.
His one arm wraps around your back, resting at the small of your back. “It was my favorite date,” he whispers in your ear. “It was when I fell for you, hard.”
You tilt your head back and plant a light kiss on his cheek. “I love you.” You gush, Brian blushing at your words.
“I love you too, now let’s eat.” He gestures his hand to an open grassy spot. Laying down the blanket you feast on homemade peanut butter sandwiches. You remember how early on while dating, he offered you breakfast in bed, but all your pantry contained was pasta, bread, and some peanut butter. It was your favorite inside joke with Brian, you adored his gourmet cooking.
You finish eating, and you lay back to look at the clear night sky, Brian hovering above you. His fingers stroke through your hair gently. Glancing at Brian, his eyes speak volumes, so much love can be seen from him.
Brian moves to lay down next to you. “See that star right there,” he shifts his arm around you so your head lays on his chest, pointing directly above you, at the brightest star in the clear night sky.
With his other hand, he shifts his body reaching into his pocket, grabbing a small piece of folded paper. Unfolding it he holds it above your face, squinting in the moonlight you read it as a certificate. “That is your star, I registered it in your name.”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, turning your head towards him, “You got me a star?” Your heart grows full, tears coming to your eyes.
Brian sits up, bringing himself close to your face, putting his hand against your cheek he speaks, “Now, whenever I study to sky, I’ll always have you there with me.” Brian moves his face in, bringing your lips together. You break the kiss with your smile, leading his lips to kiss your cheek and then your forehead. The warmth of his breath in the chilly midnight air is heavenly.
“There is one more thing.” He states, moving himself to sit on his knees before you. You mimic his posture, sitting up on your knees, facing him.
“How could there be more Brian? This picnic, the candles, you bought me a bloody star!” You hold your cheeks in your hands, blushing at how well Brian has been treating you. He has always called you his princess, but you never thought he would treat you as incredible as he had tonight.
Brian leans over and reaches into the picnic basket. When his hand comes back into view, it’s holding a small black box. Your heart drops, thumping inside your chest.
“Oh my god, Brian, is that…” You whisper, meeting his eyes, which sparkle as bright as your star.
Love fills your soul, reaching out to touch his knee in front of you, a tear falls from your eye. Your face hurts from the enormous grin growing across your face. You nod lightly at Brian, urging him to ask his question, which he has rehearsed for months.
“(Y/N), the cosmos are in your eyes. They’re full of adventure and wonder, making me want to explore you, and us forever, as I will them.” Brian inhales deeply, his deep brown eyes blinking back tears. He opens the box slowly, revealing a gorgeous pink diamond ring. “You’re as captivating as the heavens. So, I ask you, right now, under the entire universe…will you marry me?”
request: hey do u think u could write a brian head canon where the reader comes out to him as bi ? have a lovely day
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A/N: You too, my love. I'm currently watching the Pacific and OHmYgODOD Joe makes me bust a nut. Anyways, YES, this idea is lovely. The anon didn't mention the relationship reader and Brian have, so I chose just friends. I tried my best since I've neither come out to anyone (cause i'm hetero still) and no one has come out to me, but I really hope you like this, my lovely anon, and all who read this. I love Brian so much. It's whatever—you can imagine with og!brian or borhap!brian may, I really don't mind, as long as you enjoy :) Happy reading!
• You sigh and rub your hands up and down your own thighs, the palms getting sweaty with each second;
• You're not even sure about doing this and you think you should just run away and never talk to him again;
• Shallow breaths are leaving your lips and at the second you decide to get up from the couch and leave through Brian's living room window, he walks into the mentioned room with a plate of tea and cups;
• His expression is ever so sincere and pure and innocent as he puts down the plate on his coffee table, awaiting for any news you warned about telling him;
• He's curious;
• You sigh, showing him a barely-managed smile as you slink further into the sofa's cushions;
• Brian can already notice that you're nervous about something, so he sits down next to you and rubs your back;
• You sigh shakily, switching your eyes between your lap and Brian;
• “What is it, love?” he asks ever so queitly;
• You give him a nervous chuckle and your hands start to shake a little;
• It's your nerves, you worry about how he will react and what he will say, and all the possibilites are killing you;
• “I—I...” you try to start your sentence;
• His eyes seem to be saying 'take your time';
• Brian slowly nods;
• “Brian, I'm...”;
• You take the deepest breath in your life, or so it seems;
• “I'm bisexual.” You finally say and carefully look at Brian through your eyelashes;
• It only takes a second for him to register your words, but when he does, his eyebrows raise and he looks a bit surprised;
• You watch him with confusion all over your features and he finally looks back at you;
• His eyes have moved from one point to the other as he thinks of the right thing to say;
• He smiles when your eyes connect and his smile stretches his whole face, he looks like a sun;
• You give him a small smile in return, and your nerves get the best of you;
• Tears appear at the edge of your eyelids;
• Brian takes you in for a long and warm hug, humming in joy while tears of happiness run down your pretty cheeks;
• When he pulls back, he looks at you and cleans your cheeks;
• You almost cry at his care for you and know in that moment that you did the right thing by not running away;
• “How long have you known?” He asks then, curious to know everything;
• You struggle to find the answer, but after stuttering you finally tell him;
• “Just a few weeks. I've been thinking a lot about it for longer than that, but... yeah.”;
• Brian fixes a cup of tea for the both of you while you tell him and nods;
• “And how did you know?”;
• You shrug;
• “I just thought about how it'd be to date a girl or be with one in bed and it... made me feel all warm inside and my heart flutter.” You tell him the truth;
• “Aww, that's beautiful.” He says in response. “I'll want to hear more about it.”;
• You hum and kick his leg playfully;
• “Am I the first one to know?” Brian asks ;
• You nod, drinking your cup of tea;
• Brian chuckles at that, feeling proud;
• “You're so strong, love,” he tells you, “I admire your bravery.”;
• You give him a playful scoff at that;
• “It's not like I'm a superhero, Bri.”;
• “Ah, but you are.” He argues;
• You laugh quietly;
• “It takes a lot of courage to tell that to anyone these days,” he says, “I can't imagine how scared you were to tell me.”;
• You don't really know what to say to that, so you just nudge his arm playfully;
• “Can we keep this a secret from anyone else? For now?” You suggest after a short while of silence;
• Brian nods, “of course, sunshine.” He traces circles into the inside of your palm and you giggle;
• “That tickles, Bri.”;
• He only smiles;
• “Does this mean that we can both go and pick up women at bars and shows?” Brian asks and the thought of it makes you giggle like crazy;
• You're ever so glad that he's accepting, and really you wouldn't have thought a bad out-come of coming out to Brian;
• He's just too much of a good person to not accept his loved ones for who they are.
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After dinner, the boys continued rehearsing and rehearsing, they would come to our apartment after the rehearsal, other days we would take turns, we would go out to eat pizza, so we could please everybody in our group of friends.
My new friends, I must say. I was used to Roger's company, Brian's best friend (though my boyfriend wouldn't admit it), and now I don't know if I'd be okay without Freddie and John around. Of course Freddie was the difference, the bold, the guy with crazy ideas, but in the end, (another thing Brian had to admit) were very good and worked.
John was the quiet one, that whenever he spoke, he added something that was missing from the conversation or what we were doing, and only he could see what it was. The boys were getting on so well that anyone who saw them didn't even suspect their fights when they started rehearsing together. But that doesn't mean they stopped fighting. Usually it was a childish bicker, or a disagreement here and there, but nothing close to a gladiatorial spectacle. Seeing the four coming home to the sound of laughter and excited conversations about music made me happy. I saw them coming like this after a day of rehearsal and I got excited too.
"It all worked out well today, by your faces ..." I said, after giving hi to them.
"Except for some broken strings, it went well," my boyfriend agreed.
"If you didn't get much excited that wouldn't happen," John mused.
"Don't care about them Bri," Freddie said in his defense. "The more you get excited, the better!"
"It's not good if that happens at a show." Roger raised the question.
"It wob't happen," Brian promised his friends, "I think I can get carried away and not break a string."
"You're lucky I saved you some strings as a precaution" Roger said at last.
"I wish I had seen today's rehearsal," I said.
"You're use to go to the rehearsals, Mrs. May?" Freddie asked, emphasizing the last word.
I got shocked as I understood what he said, and Brian choked on the spot.
"Sorry for causing that reaction," the band's vocalist spoke again, and I could tell he was trying to control his laughter.
"Why ..." I was still trying to recover from the shock. "Why did you call me that ... Freddie?"
"Oh, you're practically Brian's wife, and you look after us almost like a mother would," he explained to me. "Mrs. May is the perfect nickname for you."
"Maybe someday she'll be Mrs. May" Rog murmured, but I heard.
"That's ... A compliment then," I breathed, but I decided not to let him win this, he was almost killing me and Brian in embarrassment "but you know what? You three are big enough to take care of yourself, but you insist in behave like children."
"I've already apologized and if I need to, I'll apologize again." Freddie sounded genuinely regretful.
I looked at Brian for help, and the poor man could not even look me in the eye. Freddie had raised a subject that Bri and I hadn't stopped to think about much before. I didn't think I was ready to marry yet, nor did he.
" I forgive you" I ended up surrendering, but I had a special trick under my sleeve !but let's change the subject, are you going to do shows again or not?"
Brian smiled relieved that I had changed the subject.
"Oh yeah, the rehearsals have been going well and now we just need to decide where we're going to make a show," he explained cheerfully.
"I know where we're going," Freddie announced, "Ealing Art College!"
"As if we could choose ..." John shrugged.
"We really have to check their schedule first," Brian recalled.
"Not for that." Freddie pointed at him and then picked up the phone, dialing what I assumed to be his college secretary.
The boys made faces with what the singer did, but in the end we were watching with expectation.
"Hello, I'm Freddie Bulsara, representing the band Smile, we wanted a night in the auditorium for a show" Freddie said at once in his best boss tone "yes, I know, uhum, no, no, ok, ok, thanks."
He hung up and was silent on purpose. Appreciating our expectation with some pleasure.
!What's up?" Roger let slip.
"I hope you're ready to debut this weekend!" Freddie announced with open arms.
The boys cheered. After the euphoria passed, I remembered something else.
"This is the perfect opportunity to introduce Veronica to us, John" after all this time we hadn't been properly presented to her yet.
"I don't know, Chrissie, from what I'm saying about these guys, she's not too excited to meet them," he chuckled.
"You can't just tell our bad stuff to Veronica, Deaky," Freddie complained.
"I know your bad stuff and I still love you guys anyway," I tried to remedy with a smile.
We left the girlfriends subject so they start thinking about the presentation that was to come.
During the rest of the week, I noticed Brian a little apprehensive, with the show and something else.
"Chrissie," he called out to me as we had dinner, "what Freddie said ... He kind of hinted at a ... Marriage ... It's not that I don1t love you, or think of the future, it's just ... Marriage is a big responsibility, and I want to be able to give you a decent life, with everything you deserve ... We're just not financially well now ..."
"Bri, it's okay" I reassured him since he was scared to death -"I also have reservations about this, but I also think that it's not yet the right time, I also want to make a commitment to you, I also love you and I understand you."
"Really?" he asked, still uncertain.
"Really," I rose and hugged him, "and don't mind if Freddie calls me Mrs. May."
"I won't mind if you don't mind," Brian said.
"Now it doesn't bother me any more, it's a sign that we make a perfect couple," I smiled.
I just kissed him, so we agreed on the subject of marriage.
Then, after waiting so long, I would finally see a Smile show, Brian and Roger excited to be back, Freddie and John eager to contribute to their music and the four happy to play together. I was the only girl in Roger's van, which made me miss Jo, but so much had changed since I had been in that van for the first time ...
I got out of the van, letting the boys take the instruments. Before I went to the auditorium, someone called me.
"Chrissie!" I turned to John "I told Veronica I was going to meet her there, she's probably already arrived."
"Oh yeah, I got it" I understood and kept walking.
I knew Veronica by sight, and I recognized her again as soon as I saw her. She looked at everything with an apprehensive look, I think it was the first time she was going to a show.
"Hi," she said half-timidly, "are you Veronica, John Deacon's girlfriend, the band's bass player?"
"It's me," she nodded, confirming, "you can only be Chrissie, right, the guitarist's girlfriend, Brian, right?"
"Yeah, John passed on the correct information," I chuckled. "It's me, he warned me to come find you."
"Yeah, it was good Johnny did it because I don't know anyone here," Veronica explained.
"Oh, neither do I" I said, "just Freddie and Tim, some of my friends who study here."
"I don't know why, but I'm kind of nervous about them, does that happen to you, too?" Veronica asked me.
"Oh yes, believe me, they give their all in rehearsals, and this is the first time they perform together, but I know they're incredible, you'll see," I guaranteed.
"Yeah, I know they're very experienced in this band thing, so it's going to work out okay." Veronica used optimism to ward off anxiety.
I looked at the stage and everything was ready, they were about to begin, but Brian called me from where I was. I excused Veronica and I went there.
"I couldn't start the show without a good luck kiss," he told me, smiling. "It's already our tradition."
"But everyone's watching," I laughed nervously.
"That was no problem at Imperial College," he mused.
"That's because it was your college," I said, but he didn't understand.
"It could be very fast then," he suggested.
I laughed, but I gave in. We kissed quickly and soon returned to my place. The show I was waiting for from my favorite band was about to start.
I kept studying, trying harder to keep my grades good, and also grating a lot on every new work that appeared. I was already used to this rhythm and the demands of college, but things got more difficult and more demanding in the last year, I think it was because now it was near to finish and to be free of all that madness.
Even though I had my own busy routine, I was part of Brian's routine and he was part of mine. He was still unfolding with Astrophysics, the band, and the teaching job. Maybe I should add something else to this list: Freddie.
Freddie was so determined and tough-headed that he would give Brian a hard time on a new level, which didn't compare to the same hard time the band itself did.
When the boys finished rehearsals, they usually went to my house or I went to Roger's apartment to meet them there. After two weeks rehearsing with Freddie, the usual meeting of our gang was cast aside.
There was one particular night when I barely recognized my boyfriend. Brian opened the door at once, and let it hit hard, it was unintentionally, but his anger eventually provoked it. He strode down the corridor, muttering something, he tucked the Red Special in the bedroom, then came back into the living room, screaming through his teeth. I thought he hadn't noticed me, sitting on the couch. He stood for a moment, took a few steps forward and some behind. Finally he put his hands on his waist and sighed, exaggeratedly and deeply. Yeah, Bri was keeping a lot of anger inside him.
"Oh ..." He winked at me, as if he didn't know how he had stopped there.
For a moment he was my old Brian again.
"Hi?" I tried, still confused by his behavior "Bri, are you all right?"
"Sorry about that, I scared you, didn't I?" he sat next to me, tired and frustrated "the rehearsal wasn't that good ... I didn't want to bother you with my problems."
"No Bri, it's no trouble at all" I felt sorry for him and kissed his cheek "you're my boyfriend, which makes your problems a bit mine, too. So tell me, please, otherwise you're going to explode."
"Yes, I will," he closed his eyes and gave another long sigh. "Freddie ... Freddie is ...
"Demanding?" I suggested.
"Unbearable!" he screamed and I jumped out of my seat involuntarily "sorry, I scared you, but that's it, you know, he changes the lyrics of my songs, and he doesn't like the way we play his songs, and worst of all, he fought with the two bass players who rehearsed with us. This way we will never get a bass player and the band isn't complete without one. Man, I thought he wanted to be part of a band, but it seems that he doesn't collaborate because it seems that he does everything for us not to get along or play any musicright ..."
I gulped, perplexed. I didn't know how to respond to any of this. Freddie had seemed to me to be arrogant and full of self-confidence, but inside he had a needy heart, he didn't look so much like what Brian had said right now.
"You ..." I tried, "did you talk to him about it? What does Roger think?"
"He thinks the same as me, and he even discussed it with Freddie, so I didn't say anything," Bri explained.
"Well, you still have a little patience," I smiled a little gravely. "Maybe if you tried to understand Freddie's side a bit, I don't know, maybe he has something nice behind all the arrogance ... at least I noticed that he's not totally like that;"
"I'm trying, Chrissie," Brian seemed calmer now, "really, but more for the band, maybe a little because he's a good singer ..."
"It's a start, my love," I hugged him, he really needed it, because he held me tight and laid his head on my shoulder. I stroked his hair, the way I said it would be all right.
The phone then rang, separating us from each other for a brief moment.
"Do you want me to pick it up?" I asked and he nodded. "Hello?"
"Hello, I wanted to speak to Brian May, please, is he there?" I heard a young man talking on the other end of the line.
"He is, but I don't know if he can answer," I said, "wait just a moment."
"Okay," the voice on the phone answered.
"It's for you," I explained to Bri, "do you want me to answer it?"
"No, no," my boyfriend decided, "you can let me pick it up."
Brian got up and took the phone from my hands.
"Hi, it's Brian, how can I help you?" he said, and as he was talking, his expression improved "do you know where The Kensington is? Meet me there in an hour and we'll talk more, okay? All right, bye, bye, see you later."
He hung up and I was curious.
"What is it?" I asked anxiously.
"It was a bass player who saw my ad for a test." Brian smiled brighter. "I'll tell Roger to meet him."
"I wish you'd be lucky with this" I said.
"God, I hope so, my love." He kissed me goodbye. "I'll go and I'll be right back, bye!"
"Bye!" I said and I saw him come out excited.
At least his anger at Freddie had passed and now Brian had returned to his usual calm.
When Bri returned from the meeting with the bassist, he came home with Roger, but no Freddie with them.
"Did Smith get another member or not?" I questioned the boys.
"That depends on Freddie." Roger rolled his eyes.
"And us seeing John play," Brian added, "but he has experience."
"So his name is John?" I finally knew.
"John Deacon," Roger finished, "but maybe Deacon John is better."
"And what did you think of John?" I continued "less temperamental than Freddie?"
"Ah, that's for sure," the drummer emphasized.
"He seems to be a nice guy," Brian gave his impression. "At least that's what I found, wasn't it, Rog?"
"I thought so too," our friend agreed.
They found John right when they were almost losing their temper with Freddie, renewed Roger and Brian's spirits.
Freddie learned that they talked to John and the three agreed to a test with the bassist. Late in the afternoon on test day, I received a visit from home.
"Hi, what can I do for you?" I answered after knocking on the door.
I came upon a rather insecure, timid young man, dressed in a very tight and conservative manner, as if for an important job interview, expect for the long hair and the stringed instrument inside the case attached to his back. I realized that I had seen him somewhere.
"Hi, I'm looking for Brian May's apartment, he said it was here, and you must be Chrissie," he said. "I'm John Deacon."
"Of course, John, the bass player!" I said shaking his hand "Nice to to meet him. Come in, please."
John followed me into the apartment.
"Brian hasn't arrived yet, he's still at school, but soon he'll come" I explained the absence of my boyfriend.
"He told me he'd be a little late," John said, "I'll wait for him in the meantime."
"Make yourself comfortable, John," I offered, and we were silent for a moment.
We were two shy people, and when two shy people met, usually one of them could start a conversation that the two people would identify and would not stop talking so soon.
"Mind if I ..." I began, "I've seen you somewhere before, and it wasn't in another band, because I only see the Smile shows, so maybe you saw me in this place that I saw you and remember me, perhaps?!
"Ah, now that you said, I've seen you at Maria Assumpta University" John reminded me, "my girlfriend is studying there too."
"Ah now it makes sense!" I remembered "Veronica, one of the freshmen, isn't she? I only know her from afar."
"That's her," the bassist nodded.
Brian then arrived before we continued our conversation.
"Oh, hi Chrissie, I saw you've met John," he said as he walked in, put away his things, and picked up the Red Special. "See you later, my love.”
"Bye and good luck on the test, John" I said goodbye to the boys.
"Thank you," returned the bassist.
I really hoped those four could get along and sort things out and everything could be right. Freddie could be like a hurricane, but John was more like a breeze. As a Smile fan, I couldn't wait to see them playing again, as a band and as friends.
We went side by side, for an instant, I felt an urge to take his hand to walk hand in hand. How could I was thinking something like that? We were friends and holding hands was a ... well, never mind. I ended up making a face for thinking these things. Good thing Brian didn't notice that. I contented myself by walking right next to him. The two quiet, but excited. I could at least notice Brian's exciment.
Because we were college students, we had not much money left. I knew Brian was making a living for the time being with the band, but that doesn't mean they made a lot of money. I already counted on the little that my parents could send me to help me while I was in college. When you spend most of your time studying, and you don't have much work experience, it becomes even more difficult to get a job. Then as we walked, I realized that we were going straight to the nearest bus stop.
"You're going to have to get another bus," I tried to joke to break the silence.
"I thought I'd borrow the van, but it's Roger's, and I didn't want to bother him if he needed it, which almost always happens," Brian justified himself, but I understood the situation myself.
We waited for a bus to arrive, and Brian called me up. I noticed that this would take us to the outskirts of Hyde Park. It wasn't very wise to go to a park at dusk, and once again I was confused at the thought of what he had planned.
When we got there, the sky was already dark, although by my accounts, it should be a few minutes past 7 PM. We went down and got to where I had deduced, Hyde Park.
"I have to confess something ..." he said as we entered the park.
"What?" The way he said it made me worry and my heart quickened.
"I left home a little late so we would get here after dark," Brian seemed nervous to confess, "don't laugh at me please, but I ... I wanted to see the stars with you, and here is my favorite place to do it since I moved to London.!
"Hey, no need to worry" when I noticed, one of my hands was already on his face "I think it's beautiful, the sky, and you ... I mean, you liking watching the sky.!
Brian laughed with joy at me liking his idea. At that moment I realized how much I liked his smile.
"Then come with me," he said with a glint in his eyes.
We walked through the park, Brian was determined and knew exactly where he was taking me.
"Oh," he said.
There was a thin little tree there, away from the others, and the grass was neatly trimmed close to it. Brian walked over to the tree, and hesitated for a moment.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I forgot to get a blanket so we could sit down." He looked embarrassed by this little planning fault.
"Oh, no problem." I took off my jacket since the night was not so cold, stretched out on the floor and sat down.
"No, Chrissie, don't do that, it's going to get dirty..." he worried.
"No problem, I'm going to wash it myself," I shrugged, carefree, "come, sit down."
He smiled and eventually accepted my little madness. Brian snuggled up beside me, there was a safe distance between us.
"Now I understand why this is your favorite place," I said, looking up, "it's the perfect angle to see all the stars ..."
We were lucky the weather was clean that night. Here the lights and buildings of the city didn't dazzle the brightness of the sky.
"You see that one there?" Brian pointed, excited. "It's Orion, my favorite."
I could see where he was pointing and I looked in that direction. It was so cute that he had a favorite star.
"You really understand the universe to know such a specific name," I said, "that's really cool."
"Oh, thanks," he blushed at the compliment.
"If I may say Bri, I would never have guessed that you are the guitarist of a band if I didn't see you performing," I said, feeling comfortable "because it seems like liking physics, math, astronomy, doesn't match rock. But that's no problem, it just makes you more interesting."
"Do you find me interesting?" "That surprised him "because I don't find myself interesting."
"It was exactly what I told Jo about me these days," I had to laugh.
"But I think you're interesting ..." Brian hesitated again. "Look, Chrissie, since you said something honestly about me, I think I have the right to say something sincere about you, do you think it's fair?"
"Yes, that's fair." I was curious to hear it.
"You're ..." he struggled to keep his eyes on mine. "You're the kind of girl I've been waiting for all my life, some nerd like me, who understands me, understands my way, and supports my dreams. And I'm pretty sure you're all that. I don't know how you feel, but ... after we started talking, and you went to our shows, and ... what I want to say is that I really like you. I just..."
"Brian ..." I sighed.
At first, I was moved by him seeing me in a special way, then I thought that Jo was really right. Brian liked me, but did I like him too ? I saw him the way he saw me. He made me feel so comfortable, he understood me, he was always kind to me. As I stared at him still in surprise, my heart was racing.
"You don't have to answer anything if you don't want to" I felt a certain sadness in his voice "I just thought I had to tell you."
"Brian," I said again, even making a decision, I would do everything with calm "I ... I like you too, and I guess I just realized it now."
"So ..." he resumed, the joy returning slowly to his eyes "if I like you, and you like me, I need to ask you something."
"Say it ..." I requested, excited.
"Christine Mullen, do you want to be my girlfriend?" Brian said softly.
"Yes I do," I said in the heat of emotion, from the heart, but in my mind I knew it was the right choice.
We were both completely compatible, we had dreams, goals and support each other.
Brian approached me carefully, and I leaned toward him slowly. He cupped my chin gently. I looked into his eyes that kept shining.
"May I?" He said softly, and I knew exactly what he was going to do and I craved it.
"Yeah," I said, smiling.
Brian's lips found mine, in a slow, delicate kiss. My mind exploded, and I wanted to stay there forever. I rested my arms on his shoulders and he put a hand on my waist. And then we split delicately.
"I don't know what to say ..." I confessed.
"Do you regret it?" Brian said playfully.
"No way." I gave him an unexpected hug.
I held him steady, as if to prove to myself that he was real, and that moment was real, and that I had a boyfriend. Dude, I had a boyfriend! And he was just the way I had dreamed.
