Secrets

Sebastian

Roger's POV

We decide to go to our standard club instead of a bar, simply because they're more fun. The club is called 'The Black Cat'. That name always reminds of Freddie. If he would be an animal, it would definitely be a black cat. Wow, this is so random.

'I need f*****g shots right now.' I say. We order four each.

'Loser buys the next round.' Freddie says with a smirk. I roll my eyes.

'Why do you always need to do a competition? You always win, it's not fair!' It does annoy me, but when I see Freddie's grin I can't help but smirk too.

'Come on Rog...don't be such a baby.' He puts his hand on my knee. A shiver goes down my spine when I feel his touch.

'I know I look like a 12-year-old and a few shots are not gonna change that.' My cheeks are flushed. His hand is still on my knee and I don't know what to think of it. But I like it. And it's making me feel kind of awkward. I'm still scared though, I don't want to like my best friend, but you can't control who you fall in love with.

'But Roggie...' Oh my god I love it when he calls me Roggie. Help. He leans forward a bit. 'I love your little baby face...' A naughty grin appears on his face. My heart is about to explode out of my chest. I feel really weird cuz I want him to continue to talk like this but I also want him to stop... He grabs my chin with one hand and stares into my eyes. Freddie f*****g Mercury, stop driving me crazy.

'Stop it, Freddie. You look like that weird person your parents tell you to stay away from.' I pull a neutral face to make it seem like I'm serious. Then I start laughing. Freddie gives me a playful slap on my cheek.

'f*****g bastard.' He giggles. Then he looks at our shots. 'Loser buys the next round.'

'Okay...' I dramatically sigh and roll my eyes again. Freddie starts counting.

'3...2...1'

I'm still looking at my shots when Freddie already nearly finished his. I quickly start drinking too but of course, Freddie wins. He looks at me with a self-satisfied grin. When I finish my shots I lean forward towards Freddie. 'Told you, fucker.' I see little sparkles in his eyes. He leans closer to me and looks down at my lips. I can feel his heavy breath.

'You...' He leans in even closer. I softly moan at the sensation of feeling his breath on my lips. I really hope he didn't notice. I can be so f*****g awkward. Freddie continues. 'Are gonna buy the next round.' I swallow as I see those beautiful lips of his move. f**k. He pulls back and tilts his head a bit.

'Aww, you're a little red.'

I'm not a little red. I'm a f*****g tomato. But the shots start to kick in so I don't even care. I want things to get more intense than just this flirting or whatever it may be.

'You are teasing me.' We both still have those stupid naughty smirks. I feel like a f*****g schoolboy.

Does Freddie like me back?

He has to... why would he be acting like this...

But that's just how he is as soon as he enters a bar. He changes from quiet into a flirtatious wild beast who is looking for an easy f**k. And the more he drinks, the worse it gets. He never acted this way towards me though...

After a few more rounds of shots, we're getting really drunk. The flirting continues. And I'm really liking it. Every time Freddie puts a hand on my leg it gets closer to my inner thigh...

Freddie's POV

I don't really know what's happening. I'm flirting with Roger and he seems to like it. If I was straight and had a girlfriend I would've said stop to me a long time ago. He's probably too drunk to care. And so am I.

'Rog, how does your hair always look that good?' I twist one of his shiny golden locks around my finger.

'I don't know... I don't really do anything with it... it's just naturally gorgeous.' He flips his hair back dramatically and pulls a 'sexy' face.

'You're a drag queen.' We both start laughing.

'Let's dance!' Roger then says. I raise an eyebrow.

'You? Really?' He rarely dances when he goes out. Most of the times he just sits at the bar with friends and a lot of alcohol the whole evening.

'Yes.' He slightly raises his eyebrows as if he wants to say: of course, why would you doubt that. He grabs my underarm and pulls me onto the dance floor. It's busy as f**k. Every three seconds someone's ass is in your face. We find a relatively calm spot and start dancing and screaming along to the songs. Because we're in that mood where you don't give a f**k and everything is funny. Especially things that aren't funny at all. I've seen Roger like this before - when we spend evenings together getting as drunk as possible and just being stupid - but never in public. He doesn't want people to see him like that. I love it that he doesn't care tonight. Then I hear an unknown voice from behind me.

'Are you...Freddie Mercury?' I turn around and see a rather handsome looking guy, with brown hair and bright green eyes. I mean... he's not quite Roger yet but...

'Yes darling. And who are you?' He just stares at me for a moment.

'Uhm...I...I'm Sebastian. But you can call me Bash. I greatly admire Queen, I never thought I would ever meet you...' A tiny shy smile appears on his face.

'Thank you so much, nice to meet you Bash.'

'Are you uh...here with someone?' I kind of want to scream YES I'M HERE WITH ROGER f*****g TAYLOR WHO I HAPPEN TO BE IN LOVE WITH AND WE WERE JUST DANCING SO COULD YOU PLEASE f**k OFF but I don't because would never be that rude to someone who likes Queen. Or any guy who looks this good...

'Yes, I'm here with Roger...' I look behind me, but I don't see him. 'HEY ROGER' Than I spot his blonde hair. Wait, he's dancing with a girl? My heart breaks. I thought I would have him to myself this evening. Oh shut up Freddie, you know he's still straight and you don't have a chance. But I'm still f*****g jealous. I look at Bash again.

'Never mind, he's...busy.' I roll my eyes. He spots Roger too, who's now in an intense make-out sessions with that lucky f*****g b***h. What the actual f**k. He didn't even break up with Dominique yet... Bash starts laughing. I put on a fake smile.

'Well, I heard you're not quite innocent as well...' He gives me a cheeky grin.

'Oh shut up.' I giggle.

'Can I buy you a drink?' Wait, is he gay? He could be one night stand material...

'Sure, Roger won't miss me.' We fight out way through all the dancing people and go to the bar.

'What do you want?' Bash asks.

Roger. Duh.

'What do I want....' I pause for a second and stare into his eyes. God, they're really f*****g beautiful. 'I don't know...choose something for me.' I'm testing him. I want to find out if he's gay or not. He grins.

'Can I have 2 shots of absinthe please?'

I raise my eyebrows. Absinthe can have up to 60% alcohol.

'Absinthe? Wow.'

'If I get the chance to spend time with Freddie Mercury I'm gonna make sure he is drunk.' 

A nighty grin appears on his face.

'Well, I already am darling...and why would you want me drunk?'

He bites his bottom lip. 

'I don't know...to find out all your dirty little secrets.' Bingo, he's definitely gay.

'You think I have any dirty little secrets?'

I'm really starting to like him. He appeared a bit shy at first, but he seems more confident now, which I'm really attracted to.

'Of course you do. Everyone does.'

'If that's true, you should tell me yours first.'

Our shots arrive and we quickly drink them. It tastes allright, but there's so much alcohol in it that my whole f*****g body is on fire.

'That burns.' Bash says, as he pulls a face and coughs.

'Yeah, it's absinthe darling, what were you expecting?' I giggle. 'So, tell me your secrets.'

'Well, I think you are really handsome...' f**k yes, he's gay.

'That's not a secret darling.' I say, as I lick my lips.

'Of course not.' He comes a little closer to me. 'And I really like you...' I close my eyes for a second and bite my lip, enjoying the moment.

'Shall I tell you a secret, Bash?' I lean towards his ear and whisper 'I like you too.' I pull back, and he gently kisses my lips. I pull him closer to me and kiss him back. Maybe those green eyes will help me forget about Roger. And not only his eyes of course... He softly bites my bottom lip, wanting me to open my mouth. I do, end his tongue enters. I must say, he's an excellent kisser. Our breathing gets heavier. I pull back and kiss his neck. He smells f*****g good. But still, not Roger...

'I'll tell you another secret Freddie...' He softly moans as I'm still kissing his neck. I hope he's loud, that turns me the f**k on. 'I might have a little s*x in the toilets fetish so...' Oh my god, I love guys with fetishes. I look at him for a second with a grin on my face, kiss him hard again, and then grab his arm and pull towards the toilets. It's pretty crowded there, but neither of us cares. While we're still kissing and barely see where we're going, we stumble into the last cubicle. If you're gonna have s*x in the toilets, please always do it as far from the door as possible. If one of you is loud(or both), people will be less likely to hear it. I push Bash against the wall, and grind my erection against his. 'f**k me.' He says, as he moans loudly. A naughty grin appears on my face.

'I don't have any lube darling...' He grins too. He knows what this means. I raise my eyebrows as if I'm saying 'what the hell are you waiting for?' He gets on his knees and rips my pants off. My erection is pointing at his mouth. He gives it a squeeze through my boxers. A soft moan escapes from my throat. He releases my hard as f**k c**k, and flicks his tongue against it. Then he teasingly starts sucking my tip.

'God sake, just suck it.' I can feel him smile, even though his mouth is still around my d**k. Apparently he enjoys teasing me. Then he suddenly starts deepthroating. f*****g hell. He is good. The loud moan that comes out of my mouth almost turns into a scream. But I can't do that since I'm still in a toilet cubicle and it's crowded.

'Freddie!? Are you in here?' I immediately recognize Roger's voice.