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deaky-disco-queen · 6 years ago

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Relax - Breaky Week Day 4

A/N: Getting started with Breaky week (Finally!) Written for the prompts Ridge Farm and Spanking ;) @painkiller80

Can also be read on AO3.

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Ridge Farm was beautiful and exactly what they needed to record their album. Far away from any distractions the city offered and with only the animals on the farm as company aside from the few people for the sound crew they had brought. All in all, it was perfect.

Except Brian hated it.

At first, he had been glad to have the room he had gotten. It wasn’t as big as Freddie’s but it was big enough and he was way better off than Deaky, who could barely extend his arms without grazing the walls. But then he went to bed and his bed proved to be the noisiest thing ever. He couldn’t even breathe without having the bed creak ever so softly. So he opted to just lay stiffly on top of the mattress, hoping he would fall asleep eventually but every time he was close to dozing off, he shifted involuntarily and the creaking woke him up again.

Brian was in agony.

He was tired. They had only been here for three days and it started to wear down on him. He maybe got three hours of sleep in and it made him cranky and gloomy. He had never been a morning person and the more sleep he got, the better. It just didn’t seem like it was happening for him.

With an annoyed sigh, Brian got up. The bed creaked loudly and he flinched at the sound. He put his slippers on and quietly slipped out of his room. It was cold and he kind of regretted not putting on a long-sleeved shirt but he didn’t want to go back and search for one right now so he just went downstairs.

The kitchen was dark and he had to blink several times when he turned on the light. The clock told him it was three in the morning and Brian groaned softly. MAybe some tea would help.

Going through the cabinets, he found some chamomile tea and set up the kettle for some hot water. He didn’t want to wake anyone so he waited anxiously to get it before the whistle got too loud. The tea wasn’t really great- he didn’t want to know how long it had been here already- but he drank it anyway because he couldn’t do much else, really.

Of course the tea didn’t occupy him for very long and he sighed. He was so tired, his brain felt all fuzzy and heavy and he wanted to do nothing more but go to sleep but he just couldn’t. Brian groaned and rubbed his face. He pushed his cup away and slumped forward, resting his head on his arms.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump and a sharp pain in his neck caused him to groan loudly. He blinked against the daylight flooding the room, realizing he had fallen asleep at the table.

“Did you fall asleeps here?”

John was standing over him, looking slightly concerned but mostly confused. Brian let out a pained groan and got up to stretch himself, his whole body feeling stiff and sore.

“Yeah, looks like it. What time is it?”

“Just past seven. Do you want some coffee? Maybe breakfast?”

Brian nodded slowly, wincing at his sore neck. John shot him a look but slipped past him into the kitchen, turned off the light he had forgotten and started making some coffee, rummaging through the fridge and cabinet to find out what they had on food.

“Why were you sleeping here anyway?”

John looked back at him over his shoulder as he cracked a couple of eggs into a pan. He was still in pajamas- probably hadn’t expected anyone else in the kitchen at this time- and his hair was messy. Brian’s eyes lingered just a moment too long on his ass to be considered appropriate but thankfully, the bassist didn’t seem to notice.

“Couldn’t sleep in my bed. It’s bloody creaky and I can’t even breathe without it being fucking noisy.”

John’s legs have always been very distracting to Brian and nothing seemed to help with that. No matter what he was wearing, his legs and ass looked amazing in it. The pajama pants were no different. They weren’t tight as his usual pants but Brian didn’t have to see his legs to know how great they looked and they were comfy looking and it made him want to just get up and hug him from behind and kiss his cheek.

His little crush that had started when John joined the band had grown wildly out of hand.

“Oh, that sounds awful.”

Brian hummed quietly and sat back down, resting his head on his fist. John turned on the radio, humming softly to the song that was playing, his head bopping along to the beat. Brian sighed, letting his eyes fall shut and just enjoyed the moment. He was still awfully tired and now he had a muscle ache but he didn’t have to do anything just yet and could stay relaxed for a little while longer.

John put a plate full of scrambled eggs in front of him along with a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, Deaky.”

They ate in silence, both not feeling the need to fill the room with pointless chatter. It was one of the things that had made him fall for John in the first place. Getting comfortable around John had been so easy for Brian and he had barely noticed how he started developing feelings for the younger man. It had come as a surprise to even himself. Looking back, it made much more sense but his first reaction had been confusion.

The other inhabitants of the farm started waking up just as they finished their breakfast. Brian insisted on doing the dishes because John had made the food and he did protest but Brian wouldn’t let him, only relenting when he offered to do the drying.

“Good morning, darlings! Are you ready to make an album?”

Freddie came in the room, already fully dressed and ready to start out with his day. He took the leftover coffee for himself, leaving it to Roger who also made it into the kitchen to make a new pot much to the blond’s charging.

“Morning.” He greeted them. “Who drank all the bloody coffee?”

He got a jumbled mess of answers back, varying from ‘Good Mornings’ to ‘You should have gotten up earlier if you wanted coffee’ and Roger flipped them off good-naturedly, setting up a fresh pot.

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Brian crashed in the afternoon. Breakfast and recording had kept him going until lunch and then lunch helped him getting his energy up for a couple of more hours but after another recording session, he had enough. He was tired and could feel a headache coming.

He was slumped in the armchair, leaning his head against the backrest and squeezed his eyes shut because the light was starting to bothering him.

Freddie and Roger where talking about a part of Freddie’s song but Brian had stopped listening a while ago. John had gotten his hand on Brian’s notes to the bass part of his song and was working on how to make it better.

It was quite loud in the room which didn’t make it better and Brian really wanted to sleep.

“Are you doing okay?”

John’s voice brought him back and he slowly opened his eyes to see him leaning towards him, a frown on his face. He shook his head meekly.

“Go and take a nap, then. I think we’ll be fine without you, today.”

Brian hesitated for a moment, not wanting to just bail on them but his head was pounding and he desperately wanted to get a little bit of rest. He got up, squeezing John’s shoulder in passing and excused himself to Freddie and Roger and left the studio.

It was a lot colder outside and he hurried back to the farm house. His bed wasn’t an option for obvious reasons and so he went to the sofa in the living room, grabbing a quilt. He was too tall for it, though, so he had to curl up tightly, punching a pillow in shape and closed his eyes.

Despite being tired, sleep didn’t want to come and Brian resigned himself to suffering for the length of their stay. Maybe they could find a new place to sleep for him or maybe there was an air mattress around somewhere he could use. He would probably don’t fit it either but it would be more comfortable than the sofa, at least.

He didn’t manage to sleep but he managed to doze until the other three took a break from recording, too. When he sat up, he felt not rested at all despite lying on the sofa for at least a couple of hours.

“Are you feeling better, Bri? John told us you were feeling a bit off.”

Brian smiled reassuringly at Freddie but knew this wouldn’t stop his friend from fretting about it and so he let him feel his temperature with the back of his hand. He even leaned down to make it easier for him to reach his forehead.

“I’m fine, Fred. Did you get anywhere with your song?”

Fred frowned slightly but left it at that and started to talk about his latest idea while John and Roger made dinner. It was more John making dinner and Roger attempting to help him but not doing a really good job but they managed to get a decent meal on the table that also tasted good.

Too bad Brian wasn’t really hungry. He ate what he could stomach which wasn’t a lot- maybe half a plate- before he pushed his plate towards Roger who had no such issues and eagerly pulled it towards him.

“I think we did a lot today and should call it a day. Brian can rest then and is hopefully better tomorrow and we can maybe try and get a couple of things done.”

Brian dreaded going back into his room to sleep but he had to because the sofa wasn’t good for his back at all. He stared down his bed as if it had personally wronged him- which it kind of did, honestly- and just decided to not giving a shit and pulled his blankets and pillow to the ground. He rather slept on the ground than enduring the awful creaking again.

There was a quiet knock on his door before he could lay down and John stuck his head into the room.

“Hey, Brian, do you-” He stared down at the blankets on the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Uh… Going to sleep?”

John opened the door fully, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Brian cleared his throat awkwardly. He had no idea why he felt so embarrassed about it but he had hoped no one would come to his room and witness this.

“Is it that bad?” John asked and Brian just nodded towards the bed.

He walked over and pressed a hand down onto the mattress. Immediately, the bed made a loud creaking sound and John burst into a sudden laugh, shaking his head.

“That’s awful.” He said. “I actually came here to offer you some painkillers but, uh, what do you think about sharing my bed?”

Brian blinked a couple of times, not having expected that at all.

“You don’t have to!” John immediately went on, raising his hands. “It’s just an offer- you look like you need a good night’s sleep.”

“Are you telling me I look like shit?” Brian chuckled.

John smiled, a blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Kind of, yeah.”

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John’s room was basically all bed. There just wasn’t anything else that fit into the room but it thankfully didn’t creak at all and he let himself fall onto it with a groan. It was heaven.

“Scoot over.”

John patted his shoulder, pushing slightly and Brian rolled over, creating enough space for him to get onto the bed, too and pull the duvet over both of them.

It had been a while since he had shared a bed with anyone but he was warm and comfortable and it didn’t matter that he was crushing on John, Brian only wanted to sleep. The bed wasn’t overly big and so they ended up lying pretty close to each other and Brian could feel John’s arm brush up against him whenever he moved. He could hear him breathe, too, which should probably be more unnerving than it actually was.

Brian sighed tiredly, sinking deeper into the pillow.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” John asked, voice low.

John was way too perceptive for his own good, sometimes, Brian thought. It wasn’t a surprise to him, John had told him once that he liked observing people more than talking to them and they did spend a lot of time together so of course he could read him easily.

“No.”

There was a long moment of silence, then John sighed and Brian could hear him shift, the sheets rustling as he did so.

“Turn on your stomach.” John ordered, elbowing him in the side. “C’mon.”

“What? Why?”

John didn’t answer, just pushed him again gently and Brian rolled his eyes but turned around, settling down on his stomach and turned his face to be able to look at his bandmate. It was too dark in the room to make out details but he could see him throwing off the blanket and scooting closer until he was kneeling next to him.

“You need to really relax at some point, Bri.”

Before he could ask what he meant with that, John straddled him and Brian let out a surprised noise at the weight on his lower back. He wasn’t resting fully on him but it was enough to notice he was there. A blush rose on Brian’s cheeks and he carefully shifted so he could look back at John over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to give you a massage. Lay back down.”

Brian opened his mouth to protest but John clicked his tongue and just pushed him back into the mattress, ignoring his cut-off yelp. Quickly, he pushed his shirt up as far as he could without making him set up again and Brian- realizing he wouldn’t get a chance to decline this massage- reached back to pull it over his head.

John’s hands were warm and firm on his back, carefully applying pressure but soon, he grew more confident, digging his finger into his skin, making Brian groan. His muscles were sore and at first it kind of hurt but it quickly turned into pure bliss and Brian relaxed into the mattress, basically melting into it. His eyes fell shut again. After a while, John seemed to slip down further and put more of his weight on him until he was basically sitting on his ass.

He found a particular tense spot in his shoulders and Brian moaned. John’s clever fingers didn’t do nothing for him and he could feel his dick stirring in his pajama pants. Biting his lip, he tried not to let out any more sounds that could alarm John of his situation and squeezed his eyes close. He felt relaxed but high-strung at the same time, the heat creeping up his spine leaving him desperate but loose and he hid his face in the crook of his arm.

One of John’s hands brushed down his spine before pressing against the small of his back. Brian almost choked on the surprised moan the action drew out him and rutted up against the mattress, the friction feeling wonderful against his aching dick. John hummed thoughtfully and Brian froze, begging he hadn’t noticed his little slip-up. But no so luck.

“Getting a little bit excited?”

He had leaned forward, his lips almost touching the shell of his ear and his voice was low which sent shivers down Brian’s spine.

“Deaky-”

“Sh, I know, don’t worry. You’re not very subtle.”

Brian whined, his face feeling as if it was burning. John’s hands traveled up his back again, the touch feather light and he shuddered beneath him. He grabbed the pillow harder and let out a shaky breath. His head was spinning. John knew about his crush and hadn’t said anything? For how long? Had he just played along with everything, pretending to be oblivious? A soft kiss just behind his ear had him snapping back into the moment and he gasped quietly.

“Stay still for me, yeah?”

Brian looked over his shoulder to meet John’s eyes. He could make out his soft smile just barely. John’s eyes darted down to hils lips for a split second before he leaned in and kissed him. It was short but sweet and they were both smiling against the other’s mouth. Then, John mouthed his way down over his spine, gently nipping at the skin, until he reached the waistband of his pants. He had to shift lower for that and was now straddling Brian’s thighs. Experimentally, he hooked his fingers under the waistband.

“Can I?”

Brian nodded hastily and lifted his hips but John clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Brian, can I?” He repeated.

“Yes, please.”

Then John actually started pulling his pants down, threw them to the side and let his hands wander over his legs. Brian yelped and jumped when he pinched his thigh, only for John to playfully smack his ass and remind him to keep still. Brian let out a surprisingly loud moan at that and both stilled.

“Did you like that?” John asked.

When Brian didn’t answer immediately, he gently coaxed him into turning around so he was lying on his back. Somehow, it made the situation less embarrassing but also made him feel more exposed because now there was no was to hide his erection or his face and John could see exactly what effect he had on him.

“Brian? Did you like that?”

“Ye- Yeah, I liked it.” Brian whispered and John broke into a smile.

He cupped his face with one hand to kiss him and Brian returned it eagerly, opening his mouth when he felt John’s tongue against his lips. The kiss grew heated quickly and Brian impatiently pulled on his shirt, breaking the kiss to quickly get rid of it. John’s skin was warm beneath his hands and he gently scratched over his stomach and grinned when John shuddered slightly.

“Can I fuck you?”

Brian moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah, please.”

“Is it okay if I spank you again?”

He had to be deep red by now and he felt hot all over, his dick aching and the longer John took to touch him, the more desperate he felt. John shifted slightly and something hard brushed against his thigh. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one affected by the whole thing.

“Yes, that’s okay.”

Brian was flipped around again and John crawled across the bed to dig something out of the small nightstand and then a wet, cold finger pressed against his entrance. He twitched at the unfamiliar feeling but John kissed the back of his neck and warmed up the lube before trying again.

One finger went in easily but John still went slow, distracting Brian by jerking him off, his clever fingers having him moaning and rocking into his fist. He twitched every time he pressed his thumb against his head, unable to close his mouth, a steady stream of curses and moans escaping him. John added a second finger and Brian arched back against him. He brushed Brian’s hair out of his way to suck a mark into his neck. The wet noises filling the room were positively obscene and it made Brian feel needy and desperate. He barely noticed John slipping the third finger in.

“John, Deaky, please get on with it!”

Thankfully, John did get on with it, carefully removing his fingers to lube up his cock before he grabbed Brian’s hips and positioned himself properly. He sank into him slowly and Brian groaned and pushed back against him. Once he had bottomed out, John leaned forward and rested his forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily. Brian reached back and John understood what he wanted and took his hand and tangled their fingers together.

After a moment of getting used to the stretch, Brian urged John to move. But instead of getting him to fuck him, John gave him an experimental slap to his ass. Brian let out a yelp that melted into a moan and jolted, only kept in place by John’s grip on his hips. John let out a shaky breath and hit him again, getting the same reaction.

“Fuck, Bri.” he whispered and then finally started moving.

He set a fast and deep rhythm, not bothering to draw this out any further as both of them were getting quite desperate for relief. Brian almost let out a scream- just barely managing to stifle it by burying his face in his pillow- when John hit his prostate and spanked him at the same time. There were tears in his eyes and he was panting and just generally feeling incredible. One of his hands slipped down and jerked himself off, frantically rocking back and forth.

“Brian, fuck-” Another slap and Brian cursed. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do that.” The next thrust hit his prostate again, followed by another slap. “You’re always staring. Thinking you won’t be caught.” His fingers digged into his hip. “And I just want to ruin you.”

Brian was babbling incoherently, his hand speeding up around his cock. His one arm wasn’t enough to keep him upright and he let himself fall into the mattress while John kept saying incredible filthy things that made his head spin.

“C’mon.” John murmured. “C’mon, Bri, let go. It’s gonna feel so good.”

It didn’t take long for Brian to come, squeezing his eyes shut as he arched against him, spilling all over his hand. He collapsed into the mattress and John stilled inside of him. He rubbed circles into his hip and pressed kisses against his shoulders and back, praising him softly while Brian was catching his breath.

“There we go, all relaxed now, aren’t you?”

Brian hummed in agreement, then looked over his shoulder at John. He looked beautiful with his long hair being sweat-damp and clinging to his face, his chest heaving from exertion. Brian’s cock made a valiant effort to get interested again but only twitched weakly against his thigh.

“You can move.” He mumbled and reached back to pat John’s hip. “Come on, John, please.”

John chuckled and leaned up to kiss him again, all soft and gentle and then started thrusting again, much slower this time. Brian moaned, sloppily pushing his hips back, eager to make him come.

He didn’t last very long, his face buried in Brian’s neck, letting out bitten off moans until his hips started stuttering, his pace faltering and he came with a growl. After a moment to catch his breath, John pulled out and collapsed next to him.

Brian’s ass hurt but in a good way and it was probably all red but he didn’t care and instead turned towards John and pulled him closer, snuggling up against him. John lifted his chin to kiss him. Their lips moved lazily against each other, both of them satisfied and content.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” John asked, a teasing smile tugging on his lips.

He swatted at him, rolling his eyes.

“I think so, yes.”

“Good, sleep tight.”

John pressed a kiss into his hair and Brian sighed happily and closed his eyes.

“Sleep tight, Deaks.”

Brian couldn’t remember anything afterwards, drifting off into sleep immediately.

#breaky #BreakyWeek2k19 #smut

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laminy · 6 years ago

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“What do you think about it?”

“Yeah, John, of course, it’s brilliant.”

“Really? It’s not too...obvious?”

“Obvious how?”

“Alright, guess not, then.”

“No, really, John - obvious how?”

“Obvious how...I wrote it for you. About us.”

“For me?”

“Well, I’m not going ‘round writing love songs for everyone, Brian. Who else would it be about? You know, we’ll go walking in the moonlight? That’s for you, and our...when we look at the stars.”

“And this bit here, I can hear the music in the darkness, floating softly to where we lie?”

“That’s about when we’re too lazy to get up and turn the radio off.”

“It’s absolutely perfect, Deaky. I love it.”

Breaky Week prompt: writing a song about the other person.

#breakyweek2k19 #john deacon x brian may #breaky #moodboard

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painandpleasure86 · 6 years ago

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Burned all my energy (BreakyWeek2k19)

Author’s note: Hi ppl! This was for Day 4, but this last Thursday and Friday were so frenetic... I couldn’t post this before! Probably I’ll post for the last day... Thank u @runningfortocome for hosting this special week for this underrated ship and for supported me last Tues for the hateful anons.

Prompt for Day 4 that I choosed: “Back Chat/arguments in the studio”

Warnings: Angst and fluff.

Word count: +2.0k

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @runningfortocome

They love to each other. So much. But also argue a lot. Both have a big pride about their own opinion and that didn't helped at all. Not only in the studio, but also in the intimacy. At least in the last one scenario was always a lot easier to fix the things. Nothing like a special meal or something sexual couldn’t fix.

Record an album always was a challenge for the group. The four of them have different points of view about what to do. But the two of them were usually the worst. Fred always mediating, Roger always mocking to the couple.

Around 1979, John showed to the group Another one bites the dust. He recorded bass, guitar, synths and claps as a demo. Meanwhile the group was listening it in the studio, Bri and Roger started to feel in disconform, mainly Roger.

In a whisper, Roger told to Brian “please, if you want to say your disagree, be careful... despite that it’s so funny mocking him, i’m quite tired of both of you arguing”. Brian nodded.

Once the demo ended, Bri said to John with a kind smile "Nice song really, but..."

The youngest one started to feel the anger. Still in his chair, turned to them and he watched right to the hazel eyes of his man. Said sighing “ah shit here we go again ... always but. Nothing that I make likes you!”

Fred, half turned to Brian and John. Trying to calming the atmosphere, said with a cheeky face “You mean musically darling no?”, while winked and made some sexual gestures with his hands.

Brian watched at him pretty disgusting.

"That stuff it's irrelevant here" he said.

"It is Bri. Thanks to the gods that you're happy at bed, hehe." His blonde friend winked an eye. "If not, more hysteria. And the three of you are drama queens. Despite that's quite funny, sometimes it's tiring to see the three of you always discussing" throw Roger.

Bri, pretty done, almost screamed "oh okay, look at you, calling to us drama queens when you made a number for your song of the car some years ago!”

Roger started to be really irritated.

"That's your only argument! Change your cassette Bri!" yelled the blondie.

Fred stand up of his chair and puts between Bri and Rog, separating them with his hands. John just was covering his face trying to not say nothing. "That childish fight again…" he thought.

"Guys, quiet." said so calm.

They still watched to the another pretty upset.

"Relax, guys." continued the singer.

Looking at Roger, he said "the four we're hysterical queens in a some way… But just a real one, ha!" Roger smiled.

Fred turned his face now to Bri.

"Now you can continue with your opinion about John's song."

Bri started to talk, but Fred interrupted him.

"First, something more Bri". His hands leaved the chest of his friends and walked near John to grab his shoulders, which was on one side watching all the scene. He ducked his head in direction of the face of the bassist.

"And you, darling… don't interrupt to Brian and start to argue again. Let the man speak".

Deaks looked at his friend and sighed deeply.

"Okay, Fred."

Looking at his lover "I'll not yell this time, love." He stand up of his chair. Fred was behind John now. The bassist walked to his man and hugged him with his left arm. Watching to that hazel eyes and caressing the cheeks of the guitarist, continued speaking. "Go ahead." And he kissed him in the cheek.

Brian watched at the bassist and smiled, slightly blushed.

The environment it's relaxed again.

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A couple of months later, The Game album was released. Another One Bites the Dust it's the most selled single. Bri and Roger should to recognize the ability of John there. And that was right heeding to Michael Jackson that suggested to release that song as a single.

That album gave them tours for common lands to them like Japan, and visit for the very first time places like South America; where the band had an excellent and very warm reception from the fans. Where Another one bites the dust sounded in the discos and a lot of people enjoyed that funky vibe in the dance floor.

Even that song won the prize as Best Pop Single. Deaky and Rog were there to receive the prize. John, very happy. But Roger, pretty deceptioned "we are a rock band and we won a prize for best pop single? For God's sake…" he thoughts while they’re receiving the prize.

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Flash recording. Releasing. And now another recording, the album that would be named Hot Space. Now have even more argues and problems, the sound of this album its pretty away of the rockish sound of the band. The experiment with AOBTD was successful, so, the funky and the (slowly dying) disco music took over the album concept. Even of that way, Brian and Roger could insert rockish songs or at least with powerful guitar riffs. Deaky and Fred must accepted that after a lot of argues, for maintain the good environment in the studio. Specifically, Deaky didn't wanted to have problems with his lover. They have already problems pretending being straights, until decide get out of the closet. He often just sighed deeply, pretending that everything's okay. But his patience was reaching it limit.

One night he couldn’t sleep. Changed a lot of time his position in bed. Deep breath didn't worked in him. He have a lot of angry inside. He needed to vent thru a song.

He get up of the bed so quickly and was to the studio where he write his songs. In that studio he haves books that covered almost an entire wall, having infront a comfy couch. Next, the window and in front the desk. To the right side of the window, lied his Fender Precision Bass 1968, a keyboard and an acoustic guitar.

In the studio, he grabbed paper, pen and sat in front of the desk to start to write. Isn't that often that him haves a suddenly inspo to write a full song. But that night was one of the examples. Back Chat born. Reading the paper, he though “I love you… but i’m tired of you complaining about my things and talk behind my back, my dear”.

Trying to not make a lot of noise, he grabbed his bass that are there. He connected to an amp and started to play a bassline. Meanwhile, he thought “I’ll be so funky, more than another one bites the dust… and you will not have your solo. If i can’t modify your arrangements, you will can’t modify this. Eat from your own medicine. I’m so patient, i’m so kind with you, but i’m also done.”

Next day at the studio, he came with that paper in one of his pockets. They entered like any day, but he have a little surprise…

Fred asked finally to him “well darling, do you have something to the new album?"

He extended the sheet to the singer. He has read. The face of Fred was a mix between laugh and confusion.

"My dear, who made you that damage?" finally said watching at the greenish eyes of his friend, curious.

He crossed his arms and "posed". That pose. That face. That smile.

"Don't matters" he said with a ironic voice, and his eyes focused in his lover. Bri watched at him so confused.

Roger, watching the scene and drinking a coffee, said "ha! Couple issues. That's fun guys… I love the drama between you! Thanks to God that I always haves some popcorn! That's better that any soup opera…

Despite the joke, the tension came back once again to the studio. And that just was the beginning. Because after that, Deaky specified that he will play also the guitar, keyboards and even a drum machine.

Bri and Roger started to be very upset.

"Deaky, man, I love you… but trying to replace me? I'm the drummer! Despite all, I must to play that part!" said the blonde.

Bri, of course, reacted even worst. "Really… REALLY? What the actual fuck? Plus… YOU DON'T WANT A GUITAR SOLO? AND YOU WANT TO RECORD ALMOST ALL? Seriously, this isn't the way to speak about our problems!

Deaky watching to his face and yelling, said: "I'm so done of that attitude of you and more when we try to experiment new things… Always guitar riffs it's boring! Not always we should sound like rock music! Really… my patience it's done for today. Don't speak to me, even you Fred. I just want to be alone!!!"

He grab his things and started to leave the recording studio.

"You should to be alone for being so mean with me!" said Bri almost crying.

John sighed and turned back.

"Look Brian… we're a couple no? Learn to accept your part of the responsibility. I have patience, but isn't endless." he said in a serious tone.

He watched to Roger and Freddie.

"Guys, for today I don't want to work. I'll go to drink something perhaps. Don't try to catch me, please."

He sighed. "Sorry Fred."

And leaved the studio slamming the door.

The three of them tried to back to work. Brian couldn't really. He was crying and drinking a lot of beer. After some hours, he fell asleep in a couch, so drunk, so sad.

Similar scene was John. After a lot of drinks in a near bar and avoiding the occasionals fans trying to get an autograph, came back to the home where the four habits when they're recording an album.

Barely could close the door. His head hurts. His throat wanted to vomit. Walked as he could to the bathroom and threw in the toilet.

When he ended, he just wanted to go to bed.

Opened the door of the room… him was already in bed. And he almost started to cry, but he hadn't energies at all. Just gone to sleep, trying to not wake up to him.

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Next morning, first in wake up was the guitarist. And he saw to the another one sleeping so deeply, snoring. He kissed him in the forehead and whispered "I still love you, funky man". And leaved the bed and the room. Moments later, John woke up and he find himself alone, with a hard hungover. He rubbed his eyes and said “ugh why I need to get out of this bed, i’m feeling so terrible”.

He took a bath. After choose his outift for that day and dressing, go to the kitchen to have some breakfast. He found the another three having a nice chat while they were taking their breakfast, until he entered to the kitchen to prepare some tea.

The three watched at him in silence preparing everything to his breakfast. When put the kettle to boil some water, he turned to his bandmates and ask “Who’s died that you’re in silence?”

“Are you better, darling?” Finally Fred says to Deacon.

He sighs deeply. “Yes and not. From the anger from yesterday… fine. But i’m still having a hungover and i’m hungry.” he says, touching his forehead and after his tummy.

Silence again.

Roger, after sipping of his cup of tea, look at John and says to his friend “c’mon mate”

He was confused. “What?”

Brian without rise his sight and moving the little spoon inside the cup of tea, said “an apologize, perhaps.” He sighed deeply and rise his head. Turns around still sat in his chair in Johns direction. “ Sorry for being rude with you yesterday.” added the guitarist.

He watched at him with tears in his eyes. The bassist ran to hug him so tightly.

“no, I’m the one that should apologize”. He caressed the curly hair with his left hand. Being near of the right ear of the guitarist, whispered “you will can have your damn solo if you want. You always get your way, haha”. Watched right to the face of his man, both hands holding that smiling face. He’s smiling too. “I love you”. “Me too my grumpy bassist”, added the elder one. And both kissed softly.

Roger and Fred watched the scene so happy to see that two happy again, until Roger watched to the cooker.

“Fred…? I should say it?” asked sipping his tea, quite cold.

Freddie watched to Roger and shaked his head. “Let them be happy for a moment” and giggled a little.

The water from the kettle was boiling intensely since a couple of minutes...

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pumpkinlilyao3 · 5 years ago

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Bring Him Back - chapter 2

Hi! I don’t know if any of you remember the Hot Space Angst/Marriage proposal fic I started for Breaky week, but here's the second chapter, four months after the first 😆! Finally 😄!

Words have flowed rather easily for this chapter and I hope it'll continue for the next. I don't know how long the fic is gonna be, so I've added another chapter to the count for now.

Have a good read! ❤

the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21597835/chapters/55636012

#queen #queen rpf #john deacon #brian may #breaky #breakyweek2k19 #freddie mercury #roger taylor #froger

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sammyspreadyourwings · 6 years ago

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Day 3: Misunderstanding

#Breaky #breaky week 2k19 #breakyweek2k19 #link #wip update #this chapter is different #I'll say that much

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painandpleasure86 · 6 years ago

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Aaaaaaaah 💖🙈

The G u i t a r B o y s 🎸

#breakyweek2k19 #love them #deaky #brian may

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deaky-disco-queen · 6 years ago

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Stained With Love - Breaky Week Day 6

A/N: Prompt: Stage Wear. I can’t stop genderbending and I’m sorry. I just wanted to write some crushing lesbians.

Can also be read on AO3.

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“You’re staring.”

Johanna flinched and swirled around, coming face to face with Crystal who was leaning against a wall behind her. He was grinning, obviously amused by having caught her and came over to her to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“I’m not staring.” She denied weakly, letting him pull her into a side-hug.

“Of course not, Deaky.”

She playfully swatted at him but wrapped her arm around his waist before bringing her attention back to the stage. They were just hanging out backstage because technically, neither of them were needed yet and they had nothing to do other than watching the actors rehearse. And in Johanna’s case, one actress in particular: Brianna.

Johanna’s little crush on Brianna had started a few months after she had joined their group. At first, she hadn’t really paid her much mind. Johanna didn’t really hang out with any of the actors except for Roger and Freddie but when they started hanging out with Brianna, Johanna happened to spend some time with her too. Brianna proved to be incredibly smart and witty and just fun to be around and- of course- Johanna developed a crush on her. Especially since she really appreciated the effort of the tech crew. All it needed for her to get a crush on someone was a pretty woman thanking her for her work and telling her she did a great job. It was kind of pathetic.

It didn’t help that Brianna was an amazing actress, too. She had a great stage presence. She didn’t demand all the attention like Freddie did as soon as he stepped on stage but she drew Johanna- and many others if she believed some of the reviews of their plays- in with her movements and voice. And what a voice she had. Johanna didn’t know a lot about singing except the things she gathered from being around Freddie and Roger but she didn’t need to know much to know that Brianna had a great voice.

She watched Brianna walk across the stage, wearing a pair of sweats and a loose, long-sleeved shirt that kept slipping off her shoulder while she read her lines off the script to Roger. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun with several strands framing her face and she kept brushing them behind her ear without success.

“You’re such a disaster.” Crystal teased her gently and she scoffed.

“Shut up. It’s not like she likes me back. She’s probably straight anyway.”

Crystal sighed and pulled her tighter against his side, squeezing her shoulder gently.

“You’re an idiot.”

Johanna scoffed again and rolled her eyes at him just to get distracted when Brianna really got into her monologue. She was gesturing wildly with one hand and Johanna fell a little bit more in love with her as she strutted across the stage, her face a mask of concentration.

She looked beautiful. Johanna sighed wistfully.

“Do you think Roger’s ass looks good in those pants?”

Johanna pulled a face, barely suppressing a disgusted sound and pushed Crystal away. He started laughing, shoulders shaking and pressed one hand over his mouth to not make any noise.

“You’re gross! That’s Roger. Don’t talk about his ass to me! I don’t want to hear it!”

“Oh, but it’s a pert little bum! Very nice and firm, too! Don’t you just want to pinch it? Or give it a nice smack? He likes it, believe me.”

Johanna gagged silently, glaring daggers at her friend.

“I don’t want to hear about your bedroom adventures! Shut up! Oh my god! Shut up! Shut up! Shut uuuup!”

They were both laughing, their faces red from holding back any too loud noises. Miami, their stage manager, still shot them a glare and they quickly abandoned their position to hide in the control room where nobody could judge them and they wouldn’t disturb anyone anymore.

“I seriously need you to never talk about your sex life with me ever again.” Johanna said, still grinning. “I do not want to think about you banging anyone and especially not Roger.”

Crystal gently knocked their shoulders together.

“I won’t if you at least try to flirt with Brianna.”

Johanna snorted and punched him lightly in the shoulder. Crystal groaned exaggeratedly, putting one hand to his chest like an old lady clutching her precious pearly and slumped in his chair, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“Oh god! You got me! The pain!”

“God, shut up!” She laughed.

He pushed her playfully and ruffled her hair, much to her disdain. She only rolled her eyes at him before sighing and leaning against him.

“Flirt with her.” Crystal said.

“Tell Rog you want to be more than a occasional fuck.”

They started laughing then, giggling helplessly. It was ridiculous, really, and they were aware of it.

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Johanna groaned and stretched her legs, wincing when her knees cracked loudly. She cursed quietly and wiped her hands on her pants, observing her work. The speaker had stopped working properly during practice today and she had needed all day to fix it. It was tedious but she liked her work anyway.

She packed her tools up and massaged her shoulders, trying to get the pain out of her tense muscles before lifting the speaker up and carrying it back so she could set it back up where it belonged.

“Do you need a hand?”

Johanna jumped and cursed, almost dropping the speaker just to have Brianna rush towards her and grab it to help her.

“Sorry! I didn’t meant to scare you.”

“It’s fine! I just didn’t expect anyone to be still here.”

Brianna helped her carrying the speaker to the stage despite her- admittedly weak- protests and even offered to help her set it up but Johanna declined politely. She really didn’t want to bother her too much.

“What are you still doing here, anyway?” She asked, then grimaced. “Sorry, that sounded rude, didn’t it?”

“No, you’re fine. It is kind of late, isn’t it? But, uh, Freddie gave me a couple of costumes to try on and- I got tired of it. It’s kind of boring if you just try on clothes on your own, you know?”

Johanna shrugged, not really understanding it but not wanting come off as uninterested. Brianna didn’t seem to think so because she kept on talking while she installed the speaker again. It was nice, not having to work on her own and having someone to talk to. She usually hadn’t because all the other sound techs were busy somewhere else and Crystal was busy somewhere because there was always something wrong with the lights. There was always something wrong with something so once the tech crew got involved with the play, there wasn’t much time to talk anyway because everyone was busy somewhere else.

“Do you want to see my outfits?” Brianna asked, not looking directly at her.

“Yeah, of course. I’d love to.”

Brianna smiled then, wide and sincerely and waited patiently until Johanna was finished before bringing her into the girl’s dressing room. Johanna had never been in there since she wasn’t really needed in there ever. It wasn’t anything special, just rows of mirrors and vanities, some sinks and lockers. Make-up and other things were scattered across the tables but Johanna was quickly distracted by Brianna pulling out a clothing rack.

“Don’t tell Phoebe I brought them in here, I am supposed to leave it in the costume room but I don’t like changing in there.”

“I won’t tell.” Johanna promised and they shared a small smile.

She let herself fall into one of the chairs while Brianna went through her clothes. It had to be Brianna’s spot because there was a picture of her with what she assumed were her parents and a couple of others, including one of Brianna bent over a guitar, focused on playing the instrument.

“You play the guitar?” Johanna asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I built it with my dad when I was a sixteen. How does this look?”

Johanna as about to say something but was caught off guard by Brianna wearing a white pair of pants with a black and white striped shirt with a white cape. The pants were skin tight and showed off her legs nicely.

“Oh.” Johanna said softly, taking her in. “You look beautiful.”

Brianna blushed, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She looked almost shy, not posing or anything like Freddie would and not bragging or making any suggestive comments like Roger would.

“You think so?”

Johanna nodded, suddenly feeling shy, too. Brianna was almost beaming and it was very endearing and cute.

“Do you want to see my favorite one?”

“Of course I do!”

She didn’t dare to look in Brianna’s direction as she got changed. She didn’t want to come off as creepy or anything and be accused of being a pervert. It had happened before. Also, she really didn’t want to give her crush any more fuel by knowing how Brianna looked partially undressed. She was already hopelessly pining, she didn’t need to lust after her, too.

“Okay, ready!”

Brianna looked ethereal. She wore black velvet pants and a white shirt with wide, wing like sleeves. She did a little turn, her arms spread out. She came to a halt with a giggle, looking incredibly pleased with herself but in a humble and shy kind of way.

“You look like an angel.” Johanna whispered.

Her blush deepened and she chuckled, looking a little bit embarrassed but happy at the same time. Johanna felt her own cheeks heat up.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I mean it.”

Brianna bit her lip and looked at her through her hair, angling her head to side. She opened her mouth, then closed it again just to open it again.

“I- uh, do you- I have one more to show you if you want to.”

Johanna nodded again.

“Show me, I want to see it.”

The next outfit consisted of a floor-length dark blue skirt with a low-cut top that left her sternum exposed and she was incredibly ashamed of it but her eyes were drawn to the slight swell of her breasts before snapping back up to her face again.

“It’s not my favorite but I like the skirt. It’s flowy and very comfortable.”

“You look great.” Johanna assured her.

Brianna changed back into her normal clothes and Johanna didn’t really know what she was supposed to do know.

“Do you maybe want to go and grab something to eat? I’m here with my car and… could drive us somewhere? If you want to.”

“Yes!” Johanna said, then cleared her throat, afraid to sound too eager. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

Brianna smiled and Johanna couldn’t help but return it, her heart fluttering in her chest.

#breaky #BreakyWeek2k19 #fem!breaky #genderbend!queen #king!au

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painandpleasure86 · 6 years ago

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My lips search for your lips (BreakyWeek2k19)

Author’s note: Hi ppl! I was writing something more (shush) and this came to my mind suddenly. Sorry the typos in advance, English its my 2nd language. First time writing something ship related...We will see how this results.

This will be posted November 12th, sorry the delay... But I started to write it in November 11th, that counts? LMAO.

Prompt for Day 1 that I choosed: “First Kiss”

Warnings: Fluff, with a touch of angst.

Word count: +1.4k

Tag list: @runningfortocome @warriorteam1924 @painkiller80

It's winter. Trees without their leafs, snow falling from the sky, windy days, less sunlight, so, more time with darkness. And in that darkness, some smiles brights like the noon sun, giving to us happiness and cheering us up.

He had and have that smile. Always so kind, always so wide. Always he found a reason to do it. Despite he do that for himself, he was pretty aware that made the day to someone more with his smile. And even more than make their day better, make their life better. He wasnt aware that his smile made someone start to being in love with him, and was the most unexpected person in the entire globe.

Time to recording. The four working so hard for the next album, doing their best. During a break, he saw the opportunity to speak finally about his feelings with his friend. Both were sat near to the another one in the consoles room next to the recording room itself, drinking a beer.

"Fred", he said in a whisper. "I need to say something to you".

"Go ahead darling", he said smiling kindly.

He watched across the room with shyness. His mouth came closer to the right ear of Freddie and said "not here."

"Well, come with me."

Both stand up of their chairs and go outside of the recording room.

Once that the door was closed, Fred said "I'm all ears honey".

He didn't knew how to start. His natural shyness was increased for the kind of confession that he wanted to make to his soul brother. He was hesitant, but at the same time he needed to vent. He gulped saliva. He breathed deeply. He sighed deeply too. Closed his eyes for a moment. Was ready.

"Well… emmm I love someone more that isn't Chrissie".

Fred didn't couldn't resist to laugh a little.

"Go ahead with that girl and have fun".

He watched at the eyes of his friends with a sad vibe.

"It's a man." And he covered his face with his huge hands trying to hide the 'shame'.

Freddie laughed a bit.

"Now I need to know who's the chosen one".

Brian, quitting his hands of his face, but watching to the floor he said "he haves the most precious smile that I ever see in my entire life." He giggle a bit, raising his head and watching to something far away from them. "I just want to see that smile everyday, next to me, every morning…" His eyes was shinning and he smiles more. "I want his eyes looking at me with love and affection. I want that he hugs so tightly to me like he does to Roger", ended with a big blush in his face.

Just with that last words Freddie could confirm his suspect. He watched at the eyes to his friend and puts a hand in one of the shoulders of his friend.

"Go for Johnny! I think that's mutual the feeling darling. But go and speak of this with him as soon as you can…"

"Well.. I'll do today sincerely. I can't have this with me anymore… I don't know if tomorrow I die and he didn't knew about my feelings".

Fred giggled.

"Haha, being a dramatic lady as usual…".

Brian smiled. His friend too. Both looked at the eyes of the another.

"Better?" said Fred.

He sighed deeply.

"Yeah. More free."

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They came back to the consoles room. The four back at work.

He was waiting for the right moment, barely dissimulating his nerves. Fred in some moment, said at his ear "relax… I'll go with Rog to record some vocals. You can speak with him now".

The brunette man left his bass in the studio and gone to the room next to the recording room itself, to rest a little. He sat near to Brian in the couch, the last one was pretty nervous.

"Brian, are you okay?" he asked concerned, looking at him and putting his left hand in the right shoulder of his bandmate.

The curly one felts some pressure in his tummy, that damn nerves. His thoughts was like "oh he's touching me, he's concerned about me!"

Finally can respond the ask.

"N-no sincerely." said looking at the eyes of the bassist, pretty uncomfortable.

John watched at Bri's eyes with kindness. "Y'know that you and myself argue a lot about music, but quitting that, you can count on me with anything you need." He quitted the hand and hugged him with an arm, pretty tightly. "Seriously mate… you can tell me if you want; if not, I'll try to make you feel better at least" said smiling widely. That smile.

Brian didn't resisted more. After checked that the producers and sound engineer didn't watched at them, he kisses the left cheek of his friend, pressing against him with his left hand in the right cheek of the another one. With his right arm hugged to the bassist tightly.

John was surprised, but not uncomfortable. Indeed, he blushed and smiled shyly. And Brian noticed that. They left to hug them and watched at the another eyes. Brian asked "still have some beers?" His friend responded "I think that this night will be so long, so, we can go for a couple of them no?" And winked an eye.

John said in loud voice "well guys Bri and I will go to buy some beers. Someone wants something?" The producer quitted partially his headphones, watched at him and said smiling "some chips will be great". Their friends were recording voices, so, they didn't hear the voice of his friend.

Moments later, when Brian and John gone, Fred watched that their friends aren't there and he smiled, thinking "finally!"

Rog watched at Fred, confused.

"Are you okay mate?"

He turned to him and responded "yeah Roger, I'm happy… happy for how the song it's turning in something good.

Roger smiled.

"Don't lie Fred, hahaha. And for your information, Deaky told me something similar that surely Bri told to you". Both were aware of that incoming couple… and couldnt be more happier.

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In their way to buy beers, they tried to not be recognized for the people, so they walked for pretty dark sidewalks.

They was just walking together, in silence. But, suddenly the youngest had an impulse to push to the curly man against a wall of a narrow lane.

He grabbed the face of the another with his hands and he kissed to his bandmate. Their lips were in contact for the very first time. Was brief. But enough in that moment. Both watched at the eyes, he still grabbing the face with his hands, the another hugging John in his waist. The scene was so romantic. The love was in the air. They stared almost like a minute, enjoying the moment.

And, again suddenly, John was in one of his knees, grabbing the right hand of Brian with both of his hands, watching to his loved one.

"Mr May, will you date with me? You will care me, love and respect me until the death separate us or our wives discover us and force to us to be straight again (almost the same than death)?

Brian giggled.

"I do."

John smiled.

He was in his feet again and grabbed the face of Brian, kissing him again, now with passion.

Trying to speak, Brian said "I- I didn't said that thing of "Mr Deacon wants to blah blah blah…" unfair”. John stopped his kiss and watching so close to him "I know that you will take care of me, love me and respect me forever…" and restart with the kiss, quitting the opportunity to Brian to speak.

Then, Brian hugged to John and their bodies were in contact, so tightly. And bit to bit, they started to turned on. They forgot the beers. Also forgot that they were in a cold lane. Their heartbeats started to accelerate. A little moan could be listened.

But, when they where really enjoying that expression of their passion and love, someone walked near to them and screamed "hey guys, rent a bed in a motel! Hehe". Was then when they were came back to the reality.

They stopped. And came back to the sidewalk, laughing and with their cheeks burning like fire.

Recovering his breath, Brian told "that person was right… You just must to tell me when." John, watching at him, said "when you want… I'm eager really."

The rest of the time they were in silence again, trying to be come back to the studio pretty quick.

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They could buy the beers. End the song with his bandmates. And started a new chapter in their lifes. Finally.

#breakyweek2k19 #painandpleasure86 writes #painandpleasure86 fics #fic writing #queen fic #breaky #ship week #queen fanfiction #fanfiction #deaky #deacy #maycon #brian may

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