"So...you're both gay?" Freddie and John nodded at the same time. Brian nodded slowly, obviously trying to digest the new information. The guitarist wasn't shocked with Freddie's confession, but John's had certainly taken them by surprise.

"And you're...together now?" Roger questioned as he eyed their connected hands.

Freddie could feel John begin to tremble slightly, so he gave his hand a squeeze and answered for the both of them. "Yes. As of just a few moments ago."

The two had stayed on the piano bench for nearly an hour, mostly to work up the nerve to tell their friends. In the end, Freddie had dragged John along with him back to the house before either of them could really chicken out. The singer explained the basics to Brian and Roger in a rush, barely able to get all of the words out.

"Well, it's a bit of a shocker, you two, but I can't say I'm absolutely taken by surprise," Brian added with one of his kind smiles. John instantly relaxed.

"Not with how close you two have been the past couple days." Roger smirked to himself before reaching over to ruffle John's hair. John groaned and moved closer to Freddie in hopes of being protected. Freddie batted Roger's hand away.

The truth was, Freddie and John were never far from each other. Even before the whole nightmare incident, the singer and the bassist had naturally gravitated towards each other. They balanced each other out perfectly. John kept Freddie calm, and Freddie kept John from becoming overwhelmed with everything. They all knew John wouldn't have been able to handle the life of a blooming rockstar without their constant support. The bassist could be quite ruthless when he felt upset, and everyone wanted to avoid his nasty moods.

"If you're quite done," Freddie gave Roger a pointed look. "I'd like to get a session done in the studio."

"Oh, don't get so fussy. I'm not going to hurt your precious John." Roger laughed loudly as Freddie pushed him away, a blush on Freddie and John's faces.

Brian cleared his throat quietly to grab their attention before their playful back and forth could turn into something more serious. When it came to Roger and Freddie's explosive personalities, a fight never lingered too far around the corner. "We were just about to sit down to lunch, Fred, Deacy. Would you like to join us?"

"Yes, please," John answered quickly, thankful for the distraction, and also wanting to de-escalate the situation before it could get out of hand.

The interruption seemed to stop the fighting for the time being. John stood up to help Brian get everything together, both of them keeping their eyes on the other members of the band in case they attempted to try any funny business while their backs were turned. Freddie kept his focus on John without complaint, letting his eyes do the wandering that he hadn't been allowing. Now that their feelings were known, Freddie didn't feel a need to hold back his appreciative gaze.

"God, could you be any more obvious?" Roger whispered.

"Could you be any more of an idiot?" Freddie shot back, sticking his tongue out childishly.

Something was set on the breakfast bar a little harder than needed. Freddie and Roger looked up to see Brian giving them chastising looks. "Behave yourselves."

"Yes, Mother," Freddie muttered, earning a chuckle from Roger, and an amused smirk from John. Brian only rolled his eyes and turned around to continue his task.

John and Brian were tuning their instruments when the bickering started again. They gave each other a look before shaking their heads and ignoring the other two. Sometimes, it was best to just let them go at each other until they tired themselves out.

"I was thinking something like this...And then, if you come in..." Brian played a few cords slowly before repeating them so he could give John the right cue.

"If you weren't such a bloody wanker, Fred, I wouldn't have to threaten to knock you out," Roger pointed out as if it were obvious. He flicked the ash off of the end of his cigarette to prove his point.

"I'd like to see you try," Freddie griped. "Fighting is for cowards, anyways. Use your words like a big boy, chap...If you even can."

They continued to argue even as Brian and John composed nearly an entire song together on the other side of the room. Though the two brunets had chosen to ignore the argument for the time being, they continued to glance over to make sure nothing escalated.

It wasn't until Roger roughly slammed his drumsticks down on his cymbals and stood up that John and Brian decided it was probably time for some more damage control. John purposely walked over to put himself in the middle.

"What are you two even on about?" Brian asked with a sigh, his arms resting on his guitar tiredly.

"Freddie won't shut his fat mouth," Roger grumbled without sitting down.

"Probably because you won't shut yours." It was John's turn to speak this time. The bassist rolled his eyes in clear irritation. Freddie raised an eyebrow in interest before walking forward to wrap his arms around Deacy's waist. The younger man blushed brightly, still not used to the idea of being so lovey-dovey around their friends.

Something about the action made Roger fly off of the handle. They were all used to his fits over small things, but John couldn't figure out for the life of him why Freddie's embrace seemed to enrage the drummer so much. The youngest member moved slightly to block Freddie from Roger's sight, sure the blond was going after the singer.

Roger kissed John. The bassist made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise when he did, his eyes wide as Roger plundered his mouth. For a moment, he realized why so many women went after Roger if the blond was so good at a simple kiss.

"What the fuck, Roger!?" Freddie demanded when he snapped out of his shock. He quickly snatched John away from the other man, pulling the bassist against him tightly.

"Who's the better kisser?" Roger ignored Freddie in favor of staring John down intensely.

"Wh-What?" John asked nearly breathlessly.

"Who's better? Me or Fred?" Roger repeated with a huff. Now Roger and Freddie were both staring down at John expectantly. John felt his blush growing darker by the second. He stammered for a full minute, his brain sluggishly catching up.

"You're both very good." He didn't want to start another argument. Besides, it was the truth. Freddie was gentle in a way that made John swoon while Roger was definitely skilled.

It seemed that Freddie was having none of that. The singer turned John around in his grasp quickly before cupping his face tenderly and swooping in. John instinctively closed his eyes, his hands resting against Freddie's chest. He felt himself become lightheaded almost immediately. Yes, they were definitely both good. There could only be one true winner, though.

"Freddie...Freddie is better," John whispered as they pulled apart, eyes hazy, and limbs pleasantly heavy. Freddie smiled and nuzzled against John's cheek sweetly. John hoped it was becoming a habit after their kisses.

"You're biased!" Roger crossed his arms over his chest. "We need someone who isn't dating Freddie."

"Don't look at me!" Brian quickly protested when he locked eyes with the feisty blond.

Roger rolled his eyes. "You're no fun."

"How can anyone have fun when you're always at one of our throats?" John accused.

Roger was in a fighting mood. He needed to release some pent-up energy, and his mates were the only ones around. It wasn't that he really wanted to make them upset with him. They were a family, but even families fought, and Roger knew they would always forgive each other. Freddie was the most forgiving. That was the reason Roger had turned his attentions to the singer first. Then John had to step in, and the drummer swore Christmas had come early. It wasn't easy to provoke John to the point of arguing. Usually, the bassist would give them dirty looks and ignore them completely when he was only mildly upset. Not this time. He could see the aggression in John's gaze, and Roger knew a fight between them was going to be epic.

"Better than down each other's throats. I'm sure you'll find that out soon enough, Deacy."

The youngest member of the band instantly tensed, his eyes widening a bit in surprise at Roger's words. Brian bit his lip and took a step forward to place a hand on Roger's shoulder. "Maybe we should take a break, yeah?"

"I'm surprised you don't already know, Rog. There's probably not a bloke or a woman left anywhere in England who hasn't taken a round with you," John bit back, his face becoming his legendary stoic mask. He looked perfectly emotionless. Freddie hated it.

Roger knew it meant the bassist had lost his filter. Finally! "How dare you-!?"

"No! How dare you!? You're the one who just kissed me, remember? Run out of options, so now you've turned to your mates?" John knew it wasn't true, but his mouth was moving faster than he could control it. He had been properly baited.

Roger was the one blushing after that. His hands clenched tightly into fists. Sure, he liked to have fun at pubs and clubs. That was the point of having fame, wasn't it? To enjoy it? The drummer knew he was more experienced than the rest of the band, but that didn't mean he was some kind of desperate man-whore.

"Take that back," Roger demanded with a glare.

John's face remained unchanging. "I don't listen to-"

Before John could finish, Freddie had a hand over his mouth, and an arm around his waist. The singer gave him a firm tug backwards, guiding him away from the drums. He knew the bassist wasn't about to say anything pleasant. He also knew that John was going to be upset with himself if he went any further.

"No! No! Let him finish! I want to hear what he was going to say!" Roger called after them.

"You'd shut up if you knew what was good for you," Brian told him as the guitarist's grip on his shoulder became painful. Roger bit his tongue while the fire in his belly started to settle. His anger always burned out fast. He knew John would take a good amount of time to fully calm down, though.

With that thought in mind, Roger growled to himself and turned around to angrily kick one of the amps- specifically the special one connected to John's bass. It wasn't hard enough to damage the black box, but only just barely. Brian groaned at his childishness while Freddie continued to bring John to the other side of the room. The bassist's eyes were narrowed, the green irises flashing for blood.

The kick released everything that was left out of Roger's system. He felt better, and ready to get some actual work done. One look over at John told him their session would most likely be done for the day. The blond felt a little idiotic for his outburst, but it had worked to get everything out.

John was seething. His mind supplied images of ripping Roger to shreds and hiding the body somewhere with his precious drums. There was no need for Freddie to hold him back. Not really. Physical violence was never really John's forte. Words on the other hand...Words could hurt worse than a slap to the face, especially words from John.

'He should count himself lucky that Freddie has his hand over my mouth,' John thought to himself, his eyes never leaving Roger's body. 'I wonder how handsome he'll be if he's crying like a baby.' John yearned to find out what ugly faces Roger would pull once the bassist thoroughly unraveled him with a few well-placed insults. What would his adoring fans think of him sobbing brokenly? Would he lose his confidence? Would he finally let go of his cockiness? John's eyes glittered at the thought.

"If we have to bury him now, we'll never finish the album," a lightly joking voice told him.

When John turned his head towards the singer, there was something in Freddie's eyes behind the smile that made him shiver. It was darker, but not scary. At least John hoped it wasn't. Freddie had never scared him before...

"We're going back to my room," Freddie whispered to him when he caught John looking at him. John nodded even though it wasn't really a question. Despite the thoughts racing through his mind at the moment, the rational side of him (which had taken a backseat to his anger for the time being) knew he needed to get away from Roger before something terrible really happened. After their rush of a morning, he could go for a few quiet hours alone with his new boyfriend. It was odd to call Freddie his boyfriend.

"Brian, my dear, I believe it's time for a bit of a break. We'll be going now." Freddie kept his arms around John as they walked towards the exit, Brian nodding behind him in agreement. They needed to separate themselves for a while.

"Oh, and, Rog, darling...Kiss my love again, and I'll have to castrate you," Freddie said with a smile, acting as though he'd just said the most normal thing in the world.

John snorted from behind the hand over his mouth. Freddie's grip on him tightened momentarily before the older brunet guided him out of the studio. He could hear Roger say something about Freddie being overdramatic, John had a feeling the threat was a good one. Despite Freddie's smile, the singer seemed deadly serious.

Only once they were out of the studio did Freddie move his hand from John's face. The bassist licked his lips before saying, "I hate him."

"Brother's wear on each other's nerves, darling. You both said things I'm sure you didn't mean." Freddie stroked the small of his back lightly.

John blushed, the gentle affection chipping away at his mask. "Why was I the one who had to be taken away?"

"Because, despite what others may think, we know you're the most dangerous." Freddie pressed a soft kiss to John's cheek before the younger man could get upset. John held his tongue. It was upsetting to know the truth of the statement, but Freddie's touches made it easier to accept. After all, Freddie hadn't left him even while knowing what John was capable of in the right situations. It warmed John's heart, and made it easier to forget why he had gotten so angry in the first place.

"What do you say to changing into our sleep clothes and ignoring the world for a few hours?" the singer offered as they reached the bedroom they had been sharing. John only nodded, still a bit worried about what could come out of his mouth if he opened it. Again, Freddie took it in stride, seemingly unbothered by any of it. He handed John some things to wear before walking off to the bathroom to change.

What John didn't know was that Freddie was incredibly amused and proud of the bassist. Many thought that John was a pushover simply because he was the shyest, and the most sensitive of the group. That just wasn't true. Of all of them, John was the one to watch out for. Sure, Roger often flew off of the handle, but his tantrums never lasted long, and they were mostly for attention. John could hold a grudge like no other, and his mind was deliciously skilled at plotting revenge. Freddie wondered how someone could be such a contradiction. John could be as delicate as a flower petal, but also as sharp as a thorn.

By the time Freddie walked out of the bathroom, John was dressed and under the covers. Though he was still upset with Roger, it was easy to forget everything that didn't have to do with Freddie when they were alone. The singer was a perfect distraction.

"John, dear?" Freddie asked softly as he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed.

John opened his eyes questioningly without saying a word. He blushed a little at the look Freddie had on his face. It was the kind of smile that made the singer look devastatingly handsome and mischievous.

"Who truly is the better kisser?"

"I want lying, Freddie. You know I'm rubbish at lying," John reminded him quietly as he turned his body to face the other.

At the same moment, they realized this was their first time alone in bed as a couple. Their hearts fluttered quickly, but they didn't do anything about it just yet.

"Just checking...I could give you another demonstration if you'd like?" Freddie licked his lips in anticipation, using his elbow to raise him up a little. He grinned when John nodded, giving the younger man no warning before going in for a kiss.

They spent an hour exploring each other's mouths. It wasn't frantic or intense. Just a slow, gentle pace that kept John from thinking too hard about anything. They started out on their sides before Freddie eased himself over the bassist instead. After that, it didn't take long for John to convince the singer to flip their positions again. They found they quite enjoyed it when John straddled Freddie's lap.

Neither were pressured to go any further, though Freddie did slip his fingers under John's shirt to gently stroke his back just the way the younger man liked it. John became a puddle after that, absolutely lost to the feeling of love that Freddie had seeping through his every pore.

The singer continued to soothe his boyfriend until John nodded off against his chest a while later. He smiled to himself as he ran his fingers through John's hair.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure the entire world knows you're mine soon enough," he promised the sleeping musician. He was still upset with Roger for touching John at all, but he decided to focus that energy on plans to make their relationship known so no one else would be bold enough to try and steal a kiss. Freddie chuckled to himself, closing his eyes as he realized that he was already wrapped thoroughly around John's finger.