#gwil!brian

"What do you mean? You said last time that you thought Sam was going to propose, you saw the box," Joe asked turning towards you concerned.

"Well it wasn't for me," You answered curtly.

"You said no? I thought you wanted--" Lucy asked trying to understand.

"Oh, I wanted too, The ring... The ring wasn't for me," You said looking away, the familiar sensation of tears stung at your eyes, but you forbade them to fall.

"You mean--" Gwil opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. Nobody said anything for what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds. Bens jaw clenched as he understood what had happened.

“My god, I’m sorry Y/N,”

"I don't want to talk about it, him or her," You said looking anywhere but your friends. They were all as heartbroken and arguably just as angry as you were. You and Sam had been amazing together, always happy, even the fans were supportive, which is rare. You guys had also been together for 3 years, which is a long time. Well, only 2 years if you don't count the year that he had been sleeping with the other woman. Awkwardly the conversation shifted to work and new gigs. You and Joe sat sourly not joining in on the conversation. Your eyes scanned the bar in order to keep your mind from drifting. Unfortunately, that meant you caught a glimpse at the man responsible for your anger in the back. The nerve of him to go to your favorite pub days after angered you further.

"Excuse me," You said suddenly interrupting the current conversation and began climbing over Joe who was blocking you in the shared booth. Joe tried to object and apologize but you just grabbed his glass of beer and stormed over to the corner where your ex was, with his fiancee. The rest of your friends immediately scrambled out of their seats to follow and stop you before you could do anything stupid.

You hurled the contents of the glass at Sam, then deciding that wasn't enough you threw the glass at him too. It shattered on impact. The second after the glass left your hand Joe's arms hooked across your waist and almost violently pulled you back before you could do anything else. Ben stopped Sam from retaliating by placing a firm hand on his chest. It took everything in him not to deck the guy for himself. Hot angry tears streamed down your face as you said nothing. Your mascara was probably messed up but you could care less, you were too worried about what your friends would think. You were always the cool, calm and orderly person in fights and you rarely lashed out unless you were really upset. And you were clearly upset.

"I'm going home,"  You said quietly not bothering to wipe the tears away. You had become quite embarrassed of your actions and started walking out.

"I'll take her home," Joe added immediately after, running to catch up with you.

The rest just nodded understandingly, knowing Joe was the best person to make sure you were okay. There was no denying that you guys were close. But you had been with Sam for so long before you met so there were no jokes about you guys getting together. Well, some of the fans thought you guys would be cute but most were respectful of your current relationship. Lucy was the next closest but Lucy was stunned and almost as angry as you, Rami and Gwil both stepped in front of her so she couldn't get her own swing in. If she wasn't too preoccupied in getting revenge for you, she would have taken you home. But Joe was just as capable and would make sure you were okay, truly okay.

You still hadn't stopped crying by the time you were sitting on your apartment couch with Joe getting a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Y/N," he started, gently guiding your chin upwards so you would look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot which just broke his heart even more.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, I didn't know, or else I never would've asked," He breathed out searching for any emotion in your face.

"Joe," You said your voice barely above a whisper, causing him to lean closer.

"I'm sorry too, for being a mess and throwing your drink," you said looking down away from his gaze, your's ending on his lips, which moved slightly in trying to formulate a response.

"Y/n, god don't apologize for that," he laughed weakly his own gaze darting to your lips. Hesitation and anticipation filled his entire body as you both leaned closer. Waiting for some sort of sign.

"Don't apologize for anything, ever," Joe said breathlessly, looking up at you.

In an instant your lips were connected, tongues fighting for space. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and lust drive . Gasping for air briefly before returning. Your hands roamed each other's bodies like trying to find something in the dark. His tangled in your hair, cupping your chin. Yours found the collar of his jacket and pushed the jacket off desperately, pulling his hands from your hair. Stradling his lap your hands began working at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly. Soft moans turned to loud ones as he grew hard under you.

"God, your so hard," You wined nipping at his ear.

You rolled your hips against his trying to give yourself some relief as. Joe groaned out in response. His hand yanking the zipper down and pulling your dress off with no hesitation. Thumbs pressing into your hips guiding yours and moving them faster. One hand slipped from your wait and over your clothed heat.

"Joe!" You gasped the sudden contact igniting your body, the familiar heat pooling between your legs.

"May I?" Joe asked making eye contact. You nodded and he slipped a finger in you. Then two. Slowly building up the pace, his thumb rolling back and forth on your bud providing even more pleasure than you could take. He could barely handle it either, his other hand fell from your waist and to his length, palming it with a sense of urgency.

"Joe, god, I'm going to come," You moaned out trying to hold back from coming undone.

"Can you wait two seconds? I want to be inside you?" He growled shifting you off of him so he could take off his jeans. He fumbled with the condom as the arousal almost blinded him.

"Joe, I - I need you - inside me - now" You wined as he lined himself up with your entrance. As soon as he was lined up his hips moved fast colliding with yours. Your nails dug into his back as he hit all the right spots. Your moans were loud and shaky, as were his. His head buried itself in your shoulder.

"Y/N," he panted in your ear, groaning as you arched your back in search of more friction. "Joe, I'm-" You tried to say before being cut off as you were more screaming his name out in pleasure. White heat filled your vision as you gripped onto his shoulders as he slammed into you harder and more desperate than before.

The sound of his name sent him over his own edge. With a final low moan, he was riding out his own sensation of pleasure. Gently he pulled out, discarding of the condom and cleaning up after the two of you.

"Stay?" You asked sheepishly partially redressing yourself, in his shirt.

"Y/N, we should probably talk about what just happened... not that I didn't enjoy it," He said gently walking back over to you, the lust in his eyes had been replaced by pure admiration.

"The only thing that matters is that this was by far the best break up sex I've ever had," You joked taking one of his hands in yours.

"Look, it probably wasn't the best idea, but we can worry about it in the morning, can we just have one night where we don't feel shitty about ourselves and life?" You argued after seeing he wasn't laughing as you had expected. So you gently started walking to your bedroom.

"So I remember you saying that this was the best sex you've ever had," Joe teased wrapping an arm around your waist lazily, once under the duvet.

"Break up sex, Mazzello, don't get ahead of yourself," you laughed looking up at him, smiling.

"Whatever, there's no one to prove that you didn't say that," he teased running a hand through his messed up hair, trying to tame it.

You just rolled your eyes at him and soon you were overtaken by exhaustion and sleep. It was the first night you hadn’t fallen asleep in sheer anger, and you could get used to it.

Finally, you had arrived at a small little cabin by the lake. Brian helped you out of the car and into the cabin, answering your unspoken questions as you walked inside. “Belongs to my parents. When I told them that I wanted to take you somewhere special, they suggested coming here. Said it did good for them and their relationship, thought it could do something for us.” He spoke so cheerily, that you shared the same cheery smile he did, it was infectious.

“I love it, and I think I love you Brian.”

His smile faltered only for a split second, before breaking out into one even bigger. “Do you mean that?”

A simple nod. “Yeah, there’s just something about you. I think it’s the hair, has to be the hair.” You joked as he tripped over one of the bags you’d brought and held your waist in his hands. As he got closer, you put a hand to his hair and took a deep breath. “Yep, it’s definitely the hair.”

The two of you began laughing like idiots, holding each other close, it was something you could get used to, you would get used to it. With Brian May in your life, there was no other viable option.

However, you still had moments where your walls were up and you holed in on yourself once again.

Sneaking away from Brian, leaving him in bed, you quietly stepped into the bathroom, pushing the door behind you, heading for the tub. You turned the water on, shed your clothes, and stepped in, letting the water soak into your skin.

Time had passed when the door was pushed open. Having woken up without you next to him, Brian was curious and the light coming from the slightly open door of the bathroom, caught his eye. He quietly got out of bed and went to the door, peering in and what he saw, had him pushing the door open, you didn’t even notice it open. He had to get you out of the cold room.

“You’re doing it again.” Brian’s voice had you whipping your head towards the door he leaned against, you weren’t expecting a visitor, you really weren’t expecting to still be in the shower either. As he’d promised you before, he wasn’t judging you, he only worried for you, wanted to help you if you’d only let him. You were trying, it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, even when you found someone you had fallen in love with, it was all a learning experience for you still. His legs carried him into the bathroom, next to the tub, he knelt down and turned the water off before stroking your chin which had begun shivering from the water that had grown cold long ago. “Love,” he whispered, afraid that if he spoke louder it would break you and you’d shatter in front of him.

“S-s-sor-rr-yy.” You spoke through shivers, watching as he grabbed the towel you had placed onto the counter and wrapped it around your frame before lifting you out of the tub and towards the bedroom.

“How long were you in there?” he carefully asked, placing you on the edge of the bed as he searched for some nice warm clothes to put you in.

You shook your head. You honestly had no idea how long you had been in there for, you just remember going in to take a warm shower and it had ended with you sitting on the shower floor, letting the water rain over you, starting warm and ending like ice.

Brian’s eyes were full of concern as he found a nice sweater of his and some sweatpants to put you in. As he dressed you, you stared into his eyes, he was so concentrated on the task at hand, it was mesmerizing. “I’m not used to people taking care of me and looking out for me. It’s nice.” You felt warm in Brian’s clothes, felt warm under his touch. “Thank you.”

His hands were on your knees when he smiled at you. “I will always take care of you, (YN), I don’t want you to think that I never will. You have me now, and if everything goes as I believe it will, you’ll always have me.”

Warmth flooded your face at his words, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him close to you, your lips practically touching. “And I’ll always want you Brian May.”

-

A few hours later, you were both laying under the covers, your head tucked under his chin. Brian was sound asleep, his snores blowing over your head. You, on the other hand, were still awake. Your hand pressed against his chest, letting his heartbeat flow through your hand, straight to your heart. It made you happy, you smiled against his chest.

This was how it felt to truly be loved by somebody, feel at home with somebody. Brian managed to erase every fear you’d ever had about being in a relationship with him. He always managed to get you to break out into a fit of smiles and laughter, always managed to make you feel safe and loved. No one else had ever managed to do that for you. He was truly one of a kind, you were going to marry him someday.

And you did.

Just a simple wedding with his bandmates in attendance.

John was the most reserved out of the group so you’d asked him to marry you, he was more than honored to do that for you as he’d seen just how much happier you’d made Brian and he’d seen how amazing of a person you truly were as well. It made his heart swell as he saw the two of you, reciting your vows to the other, eyes never leaving the others.

Freddie and Roger stood on either side of you guys, you didn’t have any other close friends, so they’d filled in when you needed someone to stand next to you at the alter as you married your best friend.

You wore a simple dress you’d found at a thrift store, it may have been someone else’s before, but you made it into the first thing you would keep for a lifetime, besides Brian of course.

Brian wore a nice dress shirt with some nice slacks, courtesy of Freddie insisting on choosing Brian’s wedding day outfit. And while it may not have been his wedding day, it was still best to not argue with Freddie about fashion.

Once Roger and Freddie handed you and Brian your rings, you slipped them onto the others’ finger while John recited his lines. The two of you blushed at the other as John spoke, never before had you two been happier than you were right then. Two people in love, preparing to spend a lifetime together, nothing would change that.

Even a couple years later, in your new home, you were still in love. You had a wide open space, just begging to be danced in. Brian had constantly reminded you, each time that you made him dance in the space, just how much things had changed with you since he’d first met you. “When we first met, if I had asked you to dance with me, you would’ve slapped me across the face.” He’d joke, but he was absolutely right, you weren’t a dancer then, but, well, Brian had broken you free, you were finally able to live the life you’d always wanted to.

You were free and making up for all the lost chances you’d had while growing up.

“Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” you urged Brian who was nose deep in the newest scientific magazine that had arrived at your door, his eyes refusing to be torn away from the pages. You understood he would always have a passion for science, but it sometimes bothered you when he ignored you for it, so you thought up an idea, one that he couldn’t possibly refuse.

Skipping over to the record player, you searched through the many records the two of you had collected over the time you’d been together until the perfect one caught your attention. Slipping it out of its case, you placed it on the player and waited for the crackling sounds to ease into the gentle music of Roberta Flack’s gorgeous voice. Once it did, Brian slowly raised his head, eyeing you with a knowing grin.

“Gimme your hand.” Smiling back at him, you held out your hand, waiting for his to hold onto yours and join you in the dance that he had begged you to do with him shortly after you met as he had eased you out of your hard shelled exterior, revealing the soft side you had carried underneath it. He slowly put the magazine to the side, joining his hand with yours, twirling you in a circle.

“Now, was that so hard?” you ask as he twirled you back around so he could place a hand at your waist, the other still holding onto your hand, sending your feet into small circles, eyes staying locked on his.

“You broke me down, love.” He always had a soft spot for dancing with you even though he was not the best dancer himself, but to see the smile on your face, he’d dance a million years. Brian leaned down to kiss the top of your head, then your cheeks, and your hand before raising his head, keeping his lips a good distance from your own.

Standing on your tip toes didn’t help much, he only laughed, continuing to sway with you as song after song floated in the air around you. Stepping lightly onto him, you tried again before sighing in defeat, smiling up at him. “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” you giggled as you stood on Brian’s feet, swaying back and forth in the cramped room, music softly playing in the background, your arms as far as they’d go around his neck.

“My apologies.” He laughed and leaned down until your noses were touching. “Is this better?”

“Almost.” A blush rose to your cheeks, even after all this time with him, he could still have that effect on you and it would always amaze you how he could do that, surely it was rare for a man to be so perfect as he was. You tilted your head slightly until your lips brushed against his, a satisfied smile on your face. “Now it’s perfect.”

“Thanks for marrying me.” His lips were pressed tightly to yours. “Thanks for letting me show you how you deserve to be loved, for letting me love you, show you off. Be your one and only.”

“My always and forever.” You spoke, jumping up, his hands under your bottom, holding you close to him. The swaying slowly stopped just as the music had a moment before. Your hands found his hair, your fingers tangling up in the curls you so adored on him. “Thank you for breaking me out of my shell, for setting me free.”

“Of course, my love, and I’d gladly do it again if I needed to.”

“Never leave me.”

“Oh baby,” he led you to the bedroom and laid you gently onto the bed, hovering over you, his hair tickling your face, you giggled as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I could never leave you, ever. I told you I’d always be there for you. That’s a promise. I could never lie to you, I just couldn’t.”