Life As We Know It (Maylor)

That's NOT What She Said

They decided to sit on the terrace when they arrived home. The sky was clear and the cool air was calming. A perfect end to a perfect night.

"Can I be honest with you?"

Brian's heart fell to his stomach at the words. He was going to take it all back. He didn't actually love him.

"You keep saying the stars are pretty, and I'm sure they are, but I can't see a damn thing." Roger chuckled softly.

"What?"

"I have shit vision." Roger admitted. "And if I look too long, my head hurts."

Thank god, he was just visually impaired! Not lying about his feelings.

"You still love me?"

"No, I can't see, therefore, I can't feel emotions." He said sarcastically. "Brian, we just had a whole conversation about the fact that I love you. We've had it twice, thrice if you count right now." Roger chuckled.

"Y-Yeah, sorry. You were saying?" Brian asked sheepishly.

"I can't see the stars. They just kind of blur together. Can't tell the constellations either." Roger sighed. "I like when you talk about it, though."

"Do you have glasses?" Brian tilted his head. He'd never seen him wear glasses, not unless it was one of his twenty thousand pairs of sunglasses.

"I-I do, but they're ugly. I look daft when I wear them." Roger shrugged.

"I doubt that." Brian snorted. "Why don't you wear contacts then?"

"Allergic. I tried as a kid, my eyes got so irritated that they swelled up. They swelled shut!" Roger shook his head, chuckling a bit. "I thought I went completely blind!"

"Go get the glasses."

"What? I look ugly in them." He sighed. "You'll just think I'm ugly."

Brian frowned, looking over to him with a hand on his thigh. "Anyone who thinks you're ugly need their eyes checked."

Roger cracked a small smile and stood up. "If you laugh, I'll throw you off the terrace."

"Deal." Brian gave him a little grin, sitting back in his seat a bit.

The smaller man walked back into the house, quickly rummaging through his belongings before slipping on his glasses. They were rather large and had thin black frames. He nervously stepped back out on the terrace, Brian's eyes locked with his immediately, a soft smile on his face.

Brian approached him slowly, cupping his cheeks with a smile.

"Absolutely beautiful." He said softly.

"Oh, shut up. They're just glasses." Roger laughed, his cheeks burning at the compliment.

"Yes, they are. But you look adorable." Brian smiled, dropping on of his hands to his side while the other still cupped the blonds flushed cheek.

"Really?" Roger smiled widely.

"Truly." The older man pulled him closer, spinning him around so Roger's back was against his chest. "Now you can see the stars?"

Roger nodded, leaning into him and grabbing his arms to wrap around himself. "Hold me?"

"Of course." Brian's grip around him tightened, their bodies flush with one another.

Roger hummed in contentment, gazing up at the clear sky. He turned his head to smile up at Brian before he felt his lips press gently against his own.