Ain't No Sunshine ¦Maylor

8.

„Keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.”
~ Marilyn Monroe

Brian wanted to be a kid again, so let be it. First decision made by Roger to make Brian feel younger was no more beer or any other alcohole.

Second: no more watching news or some cheap rom coms. It was a true miracle that they found repeats of the old The Beatles cartoon on a channel Brian didn't even know he had.

Despite the funny character of the cartoon and just the fact that it was the fab four, Brian still hasn't gotten his good mood back. He was curled on his side, with his head in Roger's lap. Brian apologised many times for putting Roger in that situation, but Roger didn't think he minded it. Besides, Brian's curls touching his bare tighs gave him a ticklish feeling.

Normally, Brian wouldn't lay his head or even get close to a man drinking beer in only his underwear. It was just yuck. But at that moment, it was whatever for him. It's the best he could get. Because the cat that lived with him was less sensitive than a rock. Damn, Trixie hasn't came back yet?

"You know, the times flies by too quickly." Brian brang his legs closer to his chest and slung his arms over them. Roger hummed with agreement and put an empty can on the floor. "In the first moment you are eighteen, thinking how amazing it is and that you can do everything and then, a second later, boom, you are twenty fucking eight, having some cat as a flatmate." he wasn't crying. It was only complaining about life.

"You are twenty eight?" Roger looked down at the mop of hair. He couldn't resist the urge and sinked his fingers into the curls, smiling as soon as he felt that hair against his skin. He almost said out loud that it's awesome how Brian's curls feel different against his tighs and different against his hand, but Brian spoke first.

"Well, I'm twenty seven but my birthday is next month so..." he shifted his head so he was now looking up at Roger. "Don't touch it."

The blond instantly took his hand back as if he just touched something hot. And no, Brian wasn't that hot thing. Well, theoretically not.

"Thank you." he turned his face back to the TV, patting his hair on the way and smiling a bit. It wasn't a big smile, but it was there and Roger could appreciate it. "And how old are you?"

"Twenty five, but my birthday is next month." Roger tugged at one curly strand and quickly backed his hand off, earning a stern look from Brian, which was replaced by a look with furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes.

In the moment the change happened, Brian looked at Roger. And by looked, I mean really looked. Only a part of second was enough for Brian to see the wild spark in Roger's blue eyes, the confidence written all over his face even though the soft features. But those features also added to his look. Since they met each other Brian's thought that Roger's nose was weird, but well, he wasn't the one to judge. It was also strange how important part the nose took in someone's appearance.

In that second Roger also blinked and Brian then just lost it. His eyes became sad and brows narrowed.

"Oh God, you are so young." he had to keep his hand back from reaching up to caress Roger's cheek. That thought and feeling about caressing just appeared and disappeared and Brian didn't dwell on it anymore.

They dissmssed all the signs.

"We are basically the same age." said Roger bluntly. "Besides, you are the one being baby here! You are wearing a red hoodie and watching a cartoon."

"Let me feel old!" Brian turned his whole body towards the TV and swatted Roger's hand away when he tried to grab him by arm and turn back to him.

But Brian wasn't mad, he was smiling now knowing, what was Roger's age. It wasn't a priority information that he had to know but there was just something about that.