Body Language. Queen

The Mill.

John's P.O.V.

I was bracing myself the whole time Brian and Roger were arguing. It was really fiery and nasty. I was ready to throw myself at them because I thought at any given second they were going to commence in a fist fight.

Roger was saying nothing but the truth. Everybody could tell that Brian's problem was Freddie. He just didn't want to admit it. And he quite obviously didn't like hearing the truth.

I was surprised Charlie hadn't been mentioned in their argument. Not that any of us actually knew Charlie, myself and Roger and seen a glimpse of him when he came to meet Freddie occasionally. Only because we'd rushed to the window to spy on them.

I was more than relieved when Brian stormed out and left. Although I did have to place a word in there myself. I wonder where he's run off to? Probably his secret lover.

"Well that was a mood killer." I giggled when Brian had left. I, of course, was referring to the fact Roger and Bri had just started ripping each other's throats apart right after we had shared our first kiss. I had been feeling elated and excited. Roger was the perfect kisser. Although the kiss only lasted a couple of seconds I could already tell. And he was already the best kiss I ever had. My heart had been beating so hard on the build up, I knew it was going to happen when our faces were so close together. And now I just wanted it to happen again and again.

He flopped down next to me on the sofa looking distressed, "I'm sorry...I just had to have it out with him." He mumbled.

I put a hand on his thigh and he glanced at me, "I would have if you didn't. And you can always do it again y'know..." I said mischievously.

I was no longer embarrassed at saying anything to Roger.

"Do what again?" He smiled.

"Kiss me." I whispered.

His eyes began to sparkle and he immediately leaned in closer.
"With uttermost pleasure." He smirked.

I let out a satisfactory sigh when I felt his tentative lips on mine again. It wasn't yet a confident kiss. But it was a kiss.

My heart was jumping leaps and bounds. Was he finally mine? Were we official? I wanted to ask him, maybe later.

"I already love doing that." He whispered when he broke away, all too soon for my liking.

I grinned at him, quite speechless.
I guess the first kiss was the most difficult, the rest just come naturally.

I saw him look at his watch as the film was still playing away to itself.
"Y'know, it's still only 9...Fred's out...Bri's out...do you fancy going out for a bit?" He asked.

"I don't see why not. What are you thinking?" I smiled.

Maybe further down the line...we'd relish in the idea of having the house to ourselves...

He turned to me more with a playfully naughty smile on his pretty face, "Well, I think we should give The Mill a try."

"The Mill?! Isn't that the place Freddie always says is the wildest gay bar in these parts of London?" I was shocked at his suggestion but I was very interested.

He nodded slowly, "I think it's where he went last night. You up for it?"

"Definitely!" I said eagerly, getting excited at the prospect of going to my first gay club.

We'd scrubbed up a bit and walked to the club, it was only a 20 minute walk away. I felt daring, maybe it was the extra ounce of confidence our kiss had given me but I felt like I could take on the world. So I walked closely by his side, purposefully letting our hands bump into each other's now and again until they touched again and I caught his fingers. I wasted no time in intertwining my fingers with his long, nimble ones. Another shiver ran down my spine at finally feeling his hand in mine.

He glanced at me, grinning, before shyly looking down at the floor, but he didn't break away, he gave my hand a little squeeze and we kept holding hands until we were at the club.

We entered and it sure was wild.

Multicoloured lights dancing about the otherwise dimly lit room, bars dotted about the place, pole dancers, half naked waiters and strippers dancing in cages.

One of those cages must have been what Freddie had to climb up and how he hurt his wrist. My stomach lurched a little at imagining him doing that, the cages were ridiculously high and were not well made.

"Jesus Christ..." Roger giggled as he looked around but he seemed to approve. As did I. "What are you drinking?!" He called in my ear, trying to make himself heard over the ridiculously loud music.

"I'll just have a pint!" I called back, reaching into my back pocket to pull out my wallet.

He stopped me, giving me a sexy shake of the head.

We got our drinks and began to drink them on the outer edge of the dance floor, not drunk enough yet to be able to join in on all the crazy dancing.

"I can tell why Fred likes this place!" Roger chuckled.

I nodded in agreement, "Its very Freddie!"

It didn't take us long before we were back at the bar ordering something a little stronger this time, the clubbing vibe had got into our veins and all we wanted to do now was get pissed and dance.

I was starting to get tipsy after our fourth drink and I grabbed Rogers hand, starting to drag him into the middle of the crowds, we started to casually dance but the people's dancing around us soon rubbed off on us and we were quickly throwing ourselves about without a care in the world.

We retreated out back for a short dancing break with a new drink in our hands, we shared a smoke and giggled uncontrollably at nothing in particular.

We were both pissed now but I was the happiest person in the world.
Especially with this little drummer boy by my side.

He slipped his hand into mine this time and pulled me closer towards him.
"You should kiss me this time." He slurred as he licked his lips.

I think for a long time coming I was near on going to have a heart attack every time we kissed.

I leaned forward, he was leaning against a wall eagerly awaiting my lips. They crashed together, a little clumsily but it was still bliss.

He let out a little groan which almost sent me into overdrive, until I nearly fainted when he cheekily bit my bottom lip lightly, coupled with a giggle.

"God. Don't do that, Rog." I whispered after breaking away, our foreheads still touching.

Whether it was the alcohol aiding the effect of that little bite of my lip he did but that was seriously sexy and it turned me on.

"Let's go back in." He growled, tugging me behind me.

We danced more to the shit songs they played and completely lost ourselves in our award winning moves. From where we were I could still see the bar and the people at it, Roger had his back to it, facing me.

And then it dawned on me.

I saw two people kissing at the bar.

One sat on a bar stool, the other sat on their knee, locked in a passionate, tongue down the throat kiss.

If I'd had a drink in my hand, I would have most certainly dropped it. The haziness from the alcohol immediately disappearing at the sight I was seeing.

I stood completely still. Staring.

"Roger..." I hit him in the ribs to get his attention and pointed at the two people at the bar, completely dumbstruck.

I glanced at Roger who was also now staring at them. "I'm going over there." Roger spat suddenly and started to charge through the crowd.

I managed to catch him and pull him back, "Roger, leave it. We have to get out of here."

(( A/N hello lovelies, thank you so much for for reading my updates and commenting, it really makes me happy <3 I just want to tell you that I'm going on holiday for a week tomorrow and won't be able to update this story until I'm back as I'll have no internet! I realise I'm leaving you on a cruel cliffhanger...I'm sorry. Or am I? I'll be writing updates while I'm away. See you soon <3))