HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIAN 🎁🥳🎉💝

Process under the cut

Freddie: 10 hours, obviously

Roger: wrong! 5 hours is the only logical answer

Freddie: how is that logical??

Roger: what you're saying is the second drink will wait for it's turn?

Freddie: Brian, what do you think you'd get, 5 double energy hours, or 10 normal ones?

Warning: Handsy make out session, one or two sex jokes/references.

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The boys had finally made their way out of the studio for the night, leaving you and Brian to pack up the special. He was tired. You could see it in his eyes as he plopped down on the couch, patting his thighs lightly as if to say, "Come sit."

You smiled to yourself. You'd always been shy about PDA, your face going pink at the slightest peck on the cheek or lingering hug. Brian respected this completely, but couldn't help but want to hold you closer to him the moment you were alone again.

Slowly, you wandered over to the couch, straddling his legs to sit in his lap. You nuzzled your face into his neck, letting him run his hands up and down your thighs.

"Tired?" You mumbled, smiling.

Brian groaned, letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. "Exhausted." He was quiet for a moment, enjoying the smell of your shampoo. "Missed you."

You felt him leaving little kisses against your neck. Smirking to yourself, you pulled back, nudging your nose against his. "Missed you too."

He grinned, kissing you sweetly.

You let your hands wander into Brian's curls, tugging them gently. He groaned, rocking you against his hips, pulling a little gasp from you as he gripped at your thighs. His head tipped back with pleasure as you moved to bite and suck along his thoat. He moaned at the feeling, bringing a smirk to your face as you dragged your tongue across his skin. He had just let his hand slip under your shirt, kneading at your breast, when the studio door flew open. Neither of you noticed for a moment, and you continued your assault on the sensitive skin of his neck until Freddie waltzed into the room.

You jumped, eyes wide upon the realization that the boys had just seen you sucking Brian's throat...grinding against him with his hand up your shirt. Your face went beet red, and you immediately buried it in Brian's chest as Roger gave a cat call. Brian chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly.

The boys wooped and giggled, bounding into the studio as you hid your face against Brian, mortified. It was as if you were a turtle, curling up and hiding away the moment you were startled.

Freddie laughed heartily, "Not so shy behind closed doors is she Brian?"

You groaned, ears going even hotter as Brian held you close.

Roger grinned, "I'm just glad you didn't have your mouth somewhere else, love. Don't know if I'd ever be able to unsee it if Brian had out his-"

John shoved Roger's arm, "That's rich coming from you." He teased. "Like we haven't seen far more of you than we ever cared to see."

Brian mumbled to you sweetly as the boys laughed, an amused grin on his face.

"You alright?"

You nodded, refusing to move your face.

Freddie smiled, grabbing some papers off the sound board, "Well I, for one, am proud of you darling. Seems like you were doing a bloody good job. Brian seemed very pleased."

The singer winked and Brian rolled his eyes, hand still stroking up and down your spine, soothingly. "It's alright, sweetheart..." He coaxed gently. You shook your head, content to stay buried against Brian's chest forever if it meant the boys would never see your red face.

"Quite sorry we bothered you, darling. Just forgot my notes.  Please, don't mind us."

Roger snorted, grinning wickedly. "Yeah, by all means, carry on!"

Freddie broke out in laughter again as Brian kissed your forehead, a smile on his face as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

"Alright, alright." John chuckled, noticing how mortified you were in Brian's lap. "Let's leave them to it, then."

Freddie gave a sweet wave as the band made their way out of the room, calling out to Brian one last time before he closed the studio door. "Use protection!"

Brian chuckled as the room went quiet again, giving your hip a squeeze. "They're gone. You can come out, little turtle. You're safe."

You glanced up at Brian, brows raised. He giggled, pressing a little kiss to your flushed, pink nose.

"There she is." He cooed, smiling warmly.

You scrunched your nose, "I'm never going to be able to face them. I'll never show my face in this studio ever again."

Brian laughed, pecking your lips. "I don't know about that." He mumbled, not bothering to move his lips from yours. "I'd miss you far too much."

I was trying to write the albums in chronological order but it's off of memory so I don't know if it's fully accurate.