Body Language. Queen

Dripping Wet.

Freddie's P.O.V.

I waited for Brian to emerge from out of the bathroom, ready to rip him to shreds.

I watched as the bathroom door opened, I glared...until I saw him.

All the air in my lungs disappeared as he came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel
around his waist. Still dripping wet. His curls sodden and stuck to his face and neck, his naked torso covered in droplets of water.

I no longer glared but stared. Stared because he was so fucking sexy.

All intentions of shouting and swearing at him went away as I just admired him. I'd softened seeing him like this, so pure. Fuck he was so beautiful!

"What?" He asked, noticing me staring at him.

I looked down, my cheeks blushing a little, "Nothing." I shook my head.

I didn't want to shout, didn't want to argue. I just wanted to be mutual. I knew he wouldn't love me after breaking his speaker but if he was just okay with me until we got home and I somehow managed to get him another one, that would be alright with me.

So I bit my tongue, I didn't tell him to move his shit, instead I asked him nicely.

"Umm...d-do you mind if you made some room for my things in the wardrobe? Maybe...maybe let me have the bottom drawer too?" I cowered, acting as if I was a fan asking for an autograph. He turned me into a nervous wreck when I was around him.

He glanced at me and shrugged, "Sure."

A wash of relief went through me, I had half expected him to snap at me and tell me to find another place for my things.

It really was like treading on eggshells with Brian.

"Thanks..." I muttered.

Did I bring up the speaker again? Try to apologise more? Would it just make him angry again and make us fall out...again? Or did I leave it? Would it make him think that I don't care though?

"I'm really sorry, Bri." I started. "I promise, I'll buy you a new one when we get home, I promise!" I babbled.

He glanced at me, he was digging some clothes out of the wardrobe for himself and making some room for me.

"I know. I don't doubt that you won't. I just don't understand why you did it in the first place. Look, I don't want to talk about it. You've done it now. Let's forget it." He replied.

I wasn't quite sure how to take that, he doesn't doubt because I don't break promises or that he'll make me buy him one? Doesn't want to talk about it because he doesn't want to argue or he just doesn't want to talk to me at all?

I decided to leave this topic behind, "You're still coming out with us, aren't you?" I asked.

"I'm not picking an outfit out for nothing." He slightly, ever so slightly smiled.

I grinned, he wasn't as angry anymore and he was going to come out with us! That had made my mood lift significantly.

Maybe this week won't be so bad after all?

"Brilliant!" I reacted, jumping up. "In that case I'm going to get a shower."

But, before I went into the bathroom I hopped across the hallway to John and Rogers room. I opened their door without bothering to knock, they were both busy getting ready anyways.

"Roger?!" I called into their room.

"Yeah?!" He shouted back.

"A word, please!"

I heard his nifty footsteps, "What's up?" He asked.

I motioned for him to come outside and I closed their door behind us.

"Well first of all Brian seems to have calmed down loads so you and Deaky have to work your magic, okay? Second of all...do you have any cocaine?"

He laughed shaking his head, "First of all you're fucking ridiculous. Second of all me and John will help you and Brian as much as we can and third of all...yes I do." He smirked cockily.

I slapped his cheek playfully, "Good boy! I'll get a shower and I'll pop over when I'm ready to steal some off you, I'm planning for tonight to be truly wild, darling." I grinned, getting excited.

"You plan for every night to be truly wild

"Yes but it's been a while since we all went out together." I winked at him.

He shook his head smiling.

"Oh and for crying out loud, Brian just came out of the bathroom fucking soaking wet with just a towel around his waist. Fuck my life, Roger. He's so hot." I fanned myself before dramatically turning away and walking back into our room, leaving the cute little blonde gobsmacked in the hallway.

Back in our room I took another cheeky glance at the guitarist in the bedroom still with only a towel around his waist, then locked myself in the bathroom where I stripped of my clothes, mostly to get in the shower but also partly because I was getting all hot and bothered about the semi naked Brian.

I turned on the shower, eager to wash off the dirty sweatiness of the show and get fresh and sexy.

I washed my hair, still wanting to get the mop chopped off, something I was definitely going to do once we got back home. Moved onto my body and then turned off the shower. I only wanted to get a quick one seeing as though it was already almost midnight and the other three seemed to be almost done getting ready. I stared at myself in the mirror, deciding I didn't need to shave.

But if Brian could walk out still wet with just a towel around himself then so could I. So I did.

I plodded into the bedroom, Brian unfortunately was dressed now, looking extremely classy.

"Done in the bathroom if you need the hairdryer." I said, seeing his still wet hair but mostly because I wanted him to look at me.

"Nice one." He muttered, turning around.

His eyes landed on me which made me tingle but as quickly as they found me they lost me again, he looked away and went back into the bathroom.

Well, a glance was better than nothing.

I chose out an outfit of black trousers and black platforms with a white T-shirt, a black, studded jacket and a white scarf.

I dried myself whilst Brian was drying his hair and slipped on my clothes, great timing as when I'd finished getting dressed, Bri had finished with the hairdryer which I also needed.

I tried to dry my hair as straight as possible, drying out the dreaded curls.

It turned out pretty well actually.

"Meet you down at the lobby!" Brian called.

"Alright!" I yelled back.

I put on a touch of eyeliner and chose my favourite cologne to drench myself in.

I locked our room and skipped across to Roger's and Deaky's, bursting into their room again.

"Ready?!" I called.

"Coming!" Roger called, he hurried to my side, reaching inside his inside pocket and pulling out a little pouch of cocaine.

"Yours." He winked.

I took it from him eagerly, "Fuck, Rog. That's generous." I grinned.

"I'm here." Deaky came through the door and locked it.

"Let's get wankered, boys!" I whooped as we strolled down the hallways.