Body Language. Queen

Toned And Lean.

John's P.O.V.

I hadn't been able to drop off to sleep yet. I didn't know whether it was because I was in a new environment and didn't feel entirely settled or I just had too many thoughts on my mind.

I especially couldn't focus on sleep  when I could hear Roger coughing or something next door. I kind of wished our rooms were opposite each other's instead. It would be far more beneficial for when we're together and want to sneak into each other's beds. Instead I had Fred opposite me and Roger next door. Not that I minded at all having Freddie in the room across from me, no doubt there would be multiple nights where I stayed in his room until the early hours of the morning gossiping away to each other.

But there I was again. Wishful thinking and using when and not the if as to whether myself and Roger would eventually become a pair. Maybe I was putting too much strain on him after all, waiting for him to initiate something when I could easily do it too.

He just wasn't giving me any signs he was interested anymore. I didn't want to ask him then burn up with embarrassment when he turns around and says he's moved on. I guess I was scared. He probably was too.

I did want to know what he had been up to though. When I heard him going to the bathroom I thought there was something wrong, he spent a while in there before I heard him walk back to his room, that's when I decided to jump out of bed and see if he was okay.

He seemed in a bit of a fluster when I asked him, like he was hiding something. He had to be lying, he never drank water! The only thing that passed his lips that resembled anything to do with water was vodka.

I was in a bit of a fluster myself when I returned to my room after having seen him in just his underwear. He had a remarkable body. Toned and lean. I wish it hadn't been so dark. I wanted to stare further. Admittedly I had forgotten I too was only in my boxers when I emerged from my room to confront him. I wasn't going to lie, I did want to know if he wanted to stare at me too.

After clambering back into bed, Taylor was silent from now on, probably fallen asleep, it was almost 2am.

I wondered if Bri and Fred were also having trouble sleeping? They didn't really seem to be phased by new things like I was or maybe even Roger was.

Brian just took it all in his stride and Fred just doesn't give a fuck. I'll ask them in the morning how they slept.

The next thing I knew I was slowly being awoken from some faint la la la's of a song being sung from the bathroom that myself and Fred shared at the end of the hallway. I turned around sleepily and adjusted my eyes to the morning light. The sleep that I had gotten last night had actually turned out to be rather pleasant and I felt fresh. I laid in bed for a little while longer, figuring Freddie was showering from the sound of the running water and his singing.

I'd get annoyed at his singing but honestly, I loved his voice and would never tire from it. He was always humming or softly singing when we weren't working. Singing and music was his life. Not just his work. I envied him. I envied all the boys of their singing abilities, I for one, was not blessed with the talents of being able to sing. Of course I joined in on some backing tracks and live backing vocals on stage but I'd never take on a solo like Brian and Roger have done. I just can't sing. At least I have my bass playing skills.

I laid there for a little while more until I heard the water shut off and Fred's singing halt, you could literally hear everything in this house. I didn't know whether that was going to be a god send or a nuisance.

I pulled on some pyjama bottoms and ventured out of my room, going into the steamed up bathroom and washing my face after peeing, on my way out again I heard Fred humming once more and decided to knock on his door to see how he was this morning.

"Come in." He answered softly.

I walked in and had to double take when I saw that Fred still only had a damp towel around his waist, his midnight black hair still wet through and dripping, water droplets still running down his hairy chest. He turned to me when I had eventually managed to stop myself from staring and greeted me with the biggest smile on his face.

"Good morning, Deaks, are you alright?" He asked as he bent down looking through the mirror and combing through his sopping hair.

"Umm...yeah, yeah I'm alright. You?" Why was he making me slightly nervous?

"I'm great!"

"How did you sleep last night, Fred?" I asked out of intrigue whilst I took a seat on his still unmade bed.

"Honestly," he looked at me through the mirror, "Like shit." He giggled, licking his lips and turning around, joining me on the bed.

I chuckled back, "Really? Me too! I couldn't sleep at all."

"Ahh it must be this new environment, we're still getting used to stuff aren't we." He got up again, digging around in his wardrobe for some clothes, throwing his choices on the bed.

Out of habit I absent mindedly took the shirt he'd thrown and started messing about with the collar on it, "Yeah it must be. Roger kept me awake for a while too."

"Oh did he?" He winked with a cheeky look on his face.

I threw him a sarcastic look, "Shut up! No he was coughing or something." I shrugged.

"Have you spoken to that blonde boy yet?" He asked, swizzling his finger at me, motioning me to turn around, I did so, looking out of the window whilst I talked, meanwhile he was getting changed behind me. My voice stuttered a little as I tried to focus on what I was talking about and not the thud of Freddie's towel hitting the floor, knowing that he was now naked behind me.

"Not really. I heard him go to the bathroom for a while at almost 2 in the morning so I popped my head out and asked if he was alright when I heard him coming back to his room..."

"What did he say?" Fred now appeared in front of me, nothing but his boxers on, I had to force my eyes to keep making contact with his and not flicker down to see what he was packing. I'd seen Fred in just his underwear hundreds of times but I'd never been this close...inches away...

"J-just that he was fine. Drank some water that went down the wrong way." I murmured.

Fred suddenly burst into laughter, "Water?! Are you fucking kidding me, he doesn't drink water." He pulled on some black jeans.

"Well that's why I think he's lying!"

"I think he's lying too! He was probably wanking."

My eyes widened and my head quickly flooded with pictures of Roger just in the room next to me doing that to himself...

"John." Fred's voiced pierced my thoughts and the blissful images dispersed and disappeared.

My eyes flickered up towards him as he stood in front of me again, towering over me, he pushed his already held out hand at me and nodded his head at the shirt I still had in my tight grip.
I shoved the screwed up shirt in his hand and he shook out the creases in it that I had made, a small playful smile lingering on his lips. He slipped the shirt on his torso but left the buttons open for the time being, he threw himself onto his bed again where I was still situated and rolled over onto his stomach, cradling his head on his hands and looking up at me.

"Have you ever been with a man before, Deaky?" He asked with interest in his voice.

I gasped at his sudden question and willed the memories to stay at the back of my mind, "N-not really..."

He cocked his head to the side, "Not really?" He quizzed.

My heart began to thud as flashbacks entered my head, "Umm...y-years ago. I just...just...went on a few dates with this guy...when I wasn't entirely sure I was gay...j-just to see how I liked it..." I had never told anyone this, and quite frankly I hadn't ever planned to.

A smile grew on Fred's mischievous face, his chocolate eyes twinkling. "You sly fucker! I knew it. I knew there was a reason you were so much more chilled out about this than Roger." He acted as if he'd just discovered a pot of treasure.