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animefreak1145 · 3 years

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A Lover’s Touch(Adler x Bell!Reader)(Oneshot)

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: Adler came back from a mission to their assigned safehouse, some minor injuries here and there.

Good thing he has Bell to help out with those sore spots.

Warnings/Tags: Mature Warning, Post!Solovetsky, Established!Adler/Bell, Past Brainwashing, Slight Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content

My love- моя любовь(moya lyubov)

Handsome—красивый (krasivyy)

Beautiful—красивая (krasivaya)

Russell—Рассел (Rassel)

My- мой Рассел (moy)

My dear Russell-голубушка, рассел (galoobooshka Rassel)

Sweetheart-лапушкаka (lapooshka)

Baby- крошка (kroshka)

“Told you I should’ve came with you instead.” You teased as Adler sat atop their shared bed in their room, a nice one too within this particular safehouse. Adler settling with his bare back to you, his honey brown hair still wet at the ends giving him a wild boyish look after already washing his body in the shower before you could help him—too busy yourself in going over the intel he got with Zeyna. “Now look at you, all bruises and small cuts.”

“You think you could’ve done better?” You only grinned sharply when he looked over at you, you moving near him and getting behind him with your hands on his broad shoulders as he snorted and looked away. “You got a lot of nerve for someone who got kidnapped once—“ you made a displeased noise and tightened your hold on his shoulders in warning, “—but I’ll give it to you. Don’t tell Zeyna that. The mission was a success after all.”

You did a pleased hum, tracing your fingertips on his back to a developing bruise and seeing how the muscles coiled in response. You placing a small peck towards the location of it on his mid lower back.

“Almost a full one,” you say as you do a trail with your lips along his skin, placing a kiss here and there as you went up, “if мой Рассел managed to come unscathed.” You did a playful nip to his ear once you reached it. Adler turning his clear blue eyes towards you with a brow up, a look practically asking “what’s gotten into you?” but you just shrugged and patted his shoulders twice. “Come on. Let me help you relax and lay down on your stomach. You’re as tense as a pregnant woman about to give birth.”

He went to move, but not before throwing you a sly look as he placed a pillow under his head—some tresses over his eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?”

You huffed out your nose in amusement, shaking you head as you gave him a kiss to his shoulder before moving to straddle on top of his backside so you have free reign for his shoulders and back.

“I think I would be more creative than that if I’m going to make that kind of announcement. Now hush, Russ,” you said Russ with some of your Russian accent coming through, you slowly getting it back as time went on and mixing with your American accent that you gathered. You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing down on his warm skin and moving as he let out a small grunt. You leaning over slightly by his ear, saying softly, “Let me take care of you.”

You felt him tense underneath you as you leaned away, but didn’t say anything. Continuing to massage and move your hands against his coiled muscles, slowly unknotting as you went. You moving from his solid shoulders to his muscles back that carries the world upon them, being careful with where you spotted harsh bruises to avoid hurting him. You could hear his small grunts and quick short releases of breath due to your actions, the delicious sounds making your imagination run due to how you normally get to catch those sounds. You tried to focus on his massage instead of that, his tense and muscled back slowly turning into putty underneath you. You shifted on top of him slightly, feeling a need start to come that you pushed away.

Once you finished pressing the palms of your hands on his lower back, now notably relaxed and knot free, you moved them atop his shoulders.

“All done,” you rasp, not taking note of how low your voice sounded as Russell hummed. Placing a hand to one of your pants covered thighs as he craned his neck towards you, and doing a quick squeeze as his cool eyes met yours with a relaxed smirk.

“Alright, it’s your turn.” He moved to sit up, you getting off him as you threw him a bewildered look as he gently coaxed down to where he was.

“But, I don’t need it. It was for you.” Despite your words, you felt yourself shift again with your legs. You wish you were in more comfortable clothes now instead of you looking through Intel earlier. “I didn’t go on a mission.”

Russell’s smirk didn’t falter as he stared at your expression, only lifting more into knowing as he hummed again. “I insist,” he says, pushing you down to where he was and you let him with little resistance despite your words. You placing your cheek against the pillow, your heart thundering as Russell straddled atop you as well but not fully due to the size difference and not wishing to stress you with his weight. You felt his hand go underneath your shirt, just as you felt his mouth graze your ear. “Tsk, tsk, Bell. We need to get you out of these before I go on. Hm?” He asked lowly, breath tickling your ear.

You felt yourself slightly shiver, and it wasn’t due to how he lifted your shirt and you letting him as you took it off. Him moving onto unstrapping your bra as well and your back now becoming an open canvas for his calloused hands as he trailed one from your neck to your lower back. Your breathing growing a little short when he stopped at the edge of your pants before both of them moved to your highly tense back and began expertly pressing.

“Someone’s tense,” Russell observed, his hands working you along your heated skin. You starting to sigh out in pleasure as he relaxed some muscles, your thoughts of wondering at his odd and rare playful mood escaping you and instead just focusing on what he’s doing. “I have a guess on what’s gotten into you,” he says, pressing his knuckles against a certain part to your shoulder that made you gasp quietly which made Russell hum. “Didn’t expect you to be like that,” he than leaned towards you, you felt his bare chest on your bare back, skin meeting skin as you could only blink blearily as you wondered what he’s getting at and what he’s doing, why did he stop—“I have a jealous лапушкаka, do I?”

Your eyes widened, excitement raising once more as you shifted underneath him. He knows what his Russian does to you—all fluent and rough just like a native. His endearment of ‘sweetheart’ in your language making you ache.

“I do, don’t I?” He said more than asked, breath to your ear and one hand still working on your shoulder, thumb moving and pressing.

You craned your neck to look towards him, a mocking yet heated look to your eyes as you replied through a sigh.

“Like you aren’t when—“ you let out a moan when his hand found another spot, Russell eating it up as his eyes darkened greedily. “—w-when it’s me and Woods out in missions.”

Russell huffed, raising his brows as he leaned back, and with it taking his heat and making you nearly childishly whine as you fisted a sheet underneath you. Despite him keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“Woods is a beast. You don’t know him like I do.”

This time, you let out a breathless laugh against the pillow. Russell raising a brow in silent question as you looked up at him with an amused smile.

“The pot calls the kettle black,” you say, before continuing coyly, “America’s Monster should know I am only his. Right, моя любовь?”

Russell chuckled richly, shifting himself to be more on top of you and your eyes widened when you felt hardness through his pants on your backside. Him feeling when your back arched towards him in response but him stopping you with his hands as he shook his head as you released a small whine at him this time.

“Not yet, крошка. You’ve been a little minx and just because you’re tempting me with how красивая you are isn’t going to change that,” He says smugly. Totally doing it on purpose with his words as you could only barely shift underneath him to get some reprieve only to be stopped when he gave you a warning nip to your neck. “You moving is making massaging you really fucking difficult, sweetheart.”

You noticed he sounded strained. Tense and distracted by how he switched back to English with the endearment. It made you move more because despite how a man like Russell Adler has extraordinary self-control and patience for missions, he doesn’t quite have the same with just the two of you.

Monsters shouldn’t be leashed for too long.

He hissed, putting more pressure on you but you threw him a look over your shoulder, heated eyes and a purse to your lips which his electric fire eyes focused on.

“голубушка, рассел, you going to leave me влажный и недоставать all for you?” You said through a needy pout, “After wanting to show how красивый you are after such a successful mission? себя мука на.”

Something snapped as his hand moved to your hair, and gripped it firmly as he leaned his chest to your back once more as he growled into your ear.

“You asked for it. Keep quiet so the others won’t hear.”

You hid a smug smile to your pillow which quickly changed as the night went on, all open mouthed and pleading as you tried to control yourself.

It ended with you leaning against his chest, Russell taking a smoke and notably less tense you observed with amusement as the smoke gathered around him. You placed another kiss to his chest where a bruise was as you and him laid naked under the sheets. You made sure his bruises turned to hickey’s instead by you when they did the lust filled act, Russell groaning your name all the while.

“You know,” Russell began, a small smirk playing on his scarred and bruised lips as you looked at him in attention, tapping his cigarette on the ash tray next to him with eyes on you. “They should call you a demon instead. You really are a minx, Bell.”

Seems he caught on to your farce earlier.

You giggle, bringing a hand to graze his scarred cheek and craning your neck to give him a kiss which he met.

“Only for you, Russell. A monster and a demon would be a match, hm?” You give him another kiss, deepening it and Russell seemed to have forgotten his cigarette since his other hand brought you atop him. You laughing again when you slightly pulled back. “Again?”

“Again.” Russell said in answer with a hungry smirk before continuing, hand going under the covers and working in a different manner compared to the massage earlier.

A match made indeed.

Say thanks to me and @tr1ppylady little fantasy of what it would be like to have the honor to massage Russell Adler’s back. Credit to @salvija for helping me with the Russian too!

Adler sure is a monster in bed, huh? *wink wonk* I’ll leave now. Anyways, love both some slight Soft!Adler and Dom!Alder. Like…hello. (´-ω-`)

I didn’t want to describe too much because it’s for the imagination. And I’m supposed to be writing something else. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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c-atm · 5 years

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Snow day Prompt: Bittersweet meeting *p1*

“Looks like it'll be a big storm. Don't think the others are coming today.." The seventeen year old stated as he looked at the start of snowfall.

Part of him wanted to leave as well but his pride as club leader president wouldn't allow him, you never know who might need some assistance or help in this school, which is why he created the 'Crystal gems'.

From student counseling to school events to setting parlays between students, the Crystal gems goal is to make every Diamond high student as smooth as possible. Which is why they, for the most part, butt heads with student council every so often.

The SC feels that the CG overstep their boundaries at times. Though they cannot deny the good they have done. Even if their methods come off as questionable. It's less animosity and more of a rivalry between the two on whose better for the school. Still they get some funding from the treasury cause they are an official club, that get results.

“Universe..Shouldn't you be heading out?” a gruff voice called out to him. He turned to see three girls standing in the hall, looking in.He gave them a small smile before taking a seat on the club rooms sofa.

“Awe...You're worry about me Jasp, That's sweet of you cuz.”

The girl in question scoffed lightly as she hid her small smile under her orange scarf. Tall and muscular but also very feminine, with wild white hair, gold contacts and faded brown skin with white stripes of vitiligo; which only made her more exotic.Her name’s Jasper, vice president of the student council and his younger cousin.

Behind her stood two others. A slender woman of average height and a swimmers build. Her ocean colored hair and dark sand colored skin, with striking eyes as blue as her namesake Lapis lazuli. She was the secretary of the student council and scuba team Captain.

The last part of this trio was small and shapely, just braking five feet, five-three with her gravity defying, greenish-blonde hair, a natural light tan, her infamous goggles over some of the brightest green eyes you'd ever seen. The student council treasurer and fire cracker, Peridot.

all three were dress in the standard academy uniform( White blazer, yellow blouse, pink tie and blue skirt) under their wool, leather and down coats, respectively.

“Joking aside, she's right Steven..We're supposed to be getting a few feet through the night. It's best if you head home now, before it gets worst...We’d wait for you, if you want.” The bluenette suggested with a small smile.

“Tempting, but I still have some work to finish, beside you never know who might need some advice.” Lapis’s smiled faltered a bit at his refusal.

“Told you, he'd say no. Him and Boss are both the same.” Peridot sighed exasperatedly

“So, the President still here as well? That works in my favor, there something i wanted to discuss with her.”

The three girls looked as Steven to rub his chin and a small smirk appeared on his lips. While Peridot grinned, almost cackled; Jasper sent Lapis a apologetically knowing glance, who in responded in a slight wave. Jasper cleared her throat before walking up to Steven,her left hand open and free, her right held the keys to her car.

“Your keys, give’em here Steven.”

Steven would have argued a bit, but the fact that she used her ‘family’ tone and gave him the look she always did when she was worried about other, left him no resistance. He dug into the back of his slacks and produced a key to his motorcycle with a small pink lion plush on one of the chains. The two exchanged keys, before Jasper headed to the locker in the far left and grabbed three helmets and some goggles from it. She passed the green one to Peridot, a blue to Lapis and kept a large orange one and the goggles for herself.

“Don’t stay too late Steven…”

“And you don’t go too fast on lion…” He turned towards the other two “Make sure she don’t break 25, just because it’s not that bad yet and I had the tires redone for the season, dosen't mean your perfectly safe.”

Lapis and Peridot gave their word, despite Jasper protest of being a responsible driver. A protest that ended shortly after Steven admitted to trusting her with his ride, making her feel a bit smug.

“Alright guys, we should head home before we all have to load up in Jasper tuna can of a car.”

Jasper growled at Peridot’s comment before giving her cousin a quick one armed hug, Not to be left out; Peridot gave the young man a quick friendly hug causing the tallest girl to roll her eyes and Steven to chuckle. He blushed when he heard Peri whispered something into his stomach and the sly look on her face didn’t help. He shook his head as she broke the hug and basically skipped out of the room once again joking about Jasper car when she was a good ways away, causing Jasper to chase after her. Lapis and Steven looked as the two took off, when they heard Peri yelled.

“MAKE SURE TO TAKE THE PRESIDENT HOME AS WELL, GOOO~OOD LUU~UUUCK!”

“I better go before she kills Peri.”

“Yeah,that’s a good idea. Get home safe, Lappie.” Red face and head down, Lapis delivered a weak trembling punch to the boys stomach.

“You rejected me already, so save that charm for her...I’m rooting for you”

With a small kiss upon his cheek and a wipe of a tear, Lapis ran to catch up with Jasper and Peri. Steven shook his head with a sigh as he turned around and laid on the couch. He watched as the snow lightly fell, with a peaceful look, dozing off as he did.

It was a melodic sound. A familiar one as well, he’d recognize it anywhere on earth. A simple feminine humming from his left. He turned towards it and saw a indian-american woman of his age sitting on the loveseat. Pad and pen in hand and headphones over her head; humming to a song on her mp4.

That natural walnut skin, shiny black eyes; long curly brown hair that flowed like a waterfall that cute slightly pointed nose and those small yet full lips. She was a bit taller than lapis, curvier than Peridot; and strong...not Jasper strong, but a fencer and athletic build. She sat, one leg over the other, in an alternative school outfit (pink blazer, yellow skirt,blue shirt, and pink tie). The Student President of Diamond Academy, tennis and fencer all star; Connie Maheswaran.

“That uniform fits you very well.”

“Why, thank you” Steven shocked and red face allowed Connie arched an eyebrow and smirk at CG leader. Steven sat up with a stretch and a crack of the neck.

“Time?”

“Only fifteen to five.”

“So..30 minutes, see you made yourself comfortable; Ms.President.”

“Was waiting for my best friend to wake.” Connie pulled her head phones down to her shoulder as she watch him get up and walk behind her and gave her a small hug, which she returned by squeezing his left bicep.

“Tea?”

“ Green, please.”

Giving her a smile the seventeen year old released his hold, a bit reluctantly, before going to the mini fridge getting two bottle of spring water, four tea bags from a nearby locker; and turning on the electric tea kettle that Pearl, one of the club members; brought for the room.

“So really what brings you to the room? And how long have you been here?”

“No reason. Just making rounds saw you here in this nice warm room, decided to come in for a bit. I’ve only been here for about 10 minutes. Is that ok?”

“All are welcomed, but you get special privileges; like this tea.” Steven pointed to the kettle with a smirk. Connie place three fingers on her blouse and gasp in exaggerated fashion.

“Talk about the V.I.P treatment.” She sent him a half smirk. “You wouldn't be trying to get something from me, Right Mr, Universe.”

he let use a low chuckle as he handed her a mug, and sat back on the couch. “Now whatever gave you that idea?”

“That chuckle for one, and the fact that you left a list of funds proposals on the table.”

“I swear they are all needed.” The pace of that statement caused the president to arched an eyebrow and pursed her lips.

“Uh-huh and what pray tell, does these items have to do with your club activities?”

“As you know, our club was main goal to ensure that our fellow students have a pleasant school life...Which we have done very well.”

“Methods aside..Sure.”

“Negotiations doesn't always work with words alone..sometimes games need to be played, parlays need to be made-”

“Classrooms need to be close off, dances need to be unofficially hosted; disguises need to be worn.”

“We always brought the costumes back in pristine condition” Connie stone face made him sigh. “ok, working condition.”

“and the fighting?”

“Oh, like you never used your skills outside of an match.”

Connie shrugged, a small toothy grin on her face. “The S.C does double as a disciplinary committee.. You guys don't.”

“Fair enough, but you can't argue that we have gotten results-”

“Steven,I'm not going to deny your proposal for these items... Though, I don't know why you don't talk to the headmaster themselves..you are related after all.”

“No way. Last Thing I need is people thinking I am privileged.

“....Just choose some soon, ok?”

the spontaneity of the statement and tiredness of her voice aroused suspicion in him. He scooted over and patted the cushion next to him. She took the lifeline quickly as she sat beside him, leaned on his shoulder and grasped his hand, he did nothing but intertwined his fingers with hers.

“You doing ok, President?”

“Just tired of talking shop, is all. Been planning the winter formal and been dealing with disputes between clubs.”

“You could send some of those disputes over here.”

“and have Jasper be on my case..no thanks, I choose peace... but the dance we could use a little ---.” Connie growled mid sentence, facepalming as she did.“No.. No more talk of S.C. work.”

Steven looked on with a smirk at her antics. “Sorry..So how has things been with you, personally? Still dating that Jeff guy?”

“Wow...weeks since we really spoke and that the first thing you ask, wait... how did you know I was dating...ANYONE?”

“He did come to us for advice...Though I was sick for that week. Garnet took control of that one…”

“and…”

Steven looked at her and rubbed the back of his head. “ On my day back, I caught you two giggling and such afterschool..You wasn't were we usually meet up for our ride home. I saw you two and was quick to figure what was going on.”

“Oh… Steven, I'm so sorry I-”

“Hey, No problem you don't have to tell me everything..I mean he's your boyfriend… you have, nothing to be apologetic about. Heard he's a good guy…” Steven glared and his voice, chilling “He IS a good guy..right?”

“I guess? We were only together for a month before I broke it off.”

“Ooo..May I ask why?”

Connie shrugged with a sigh. “Wasn't actually attracted to him, but I figure I'd give the guy a chance. He has good ambition, wanting to go into film and such a nice guy but...just no real spark between us.”

Steven nodded. “It's like that sometimes”

“True...I'm mad at you though.” Connie playful pokes called the bigger teen to laugh. “Six weeks and no hang out, no rides on lion; no games night” What started off as jovial and teasing, ended serious and cool. Connie frown was pronounced and her eyes sharp. “and why? cause some guy that didn't even last a whole month…”

Steven glared back just as hard. “You didn't exactly try to talk to me too much either.”

Connie growled slightly at this before sighing..this was not what she wanted. “You're right..I wanted to talked to you, but something happened…other than jeff”

“Oh..and what was that?”

“You rejecting Lapis…”

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writerofculture-blog · 5 years

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Chapter 12

2001

“Hi Dad.” John opened the front door and saw his oldest son.

“Robbie!” He grabbed the young man in a hug and led him inside. “This is a nice surprise. Do you want some tea? I will put the kettle on.”

Robert placed a gift bag on the kitchen table and sat down. “I’m sorry I will have to miss your birthday Dad. I have to spend a couple of weeks in Glasgow for work. I brought you a gift today though.”

“Glasgow, ew. Make sure you dress warm.” John stuck out his tongue. He did not enjoy his visits to the Scottish city. “Thank you for the gift son.”

“It’s summer in Glasgow too you know.” Robert let out a laugh.

“I just remember it was snowing in April when we toured there, and that place is dead.” John sat down at the table across from his son.

“Any plans for your big 50th birthday Dad?”

“Nah, just have a small gathering. Have all your siblings here if they want to come.” John said wistfully.

“Oh, they will all be here. Don’t you worry Dad.” His son chuckled with amusement.

Robert looked around the house and asked, “Uncle Brian is not home?”

John shook his head, “busy with some event or another. How are you Robbie? How is your mom?”

“That’s another reason I wanted to come today,” Robert said with a more serious tone. “Mom is getting married again.”

“That’s great news!” John beamed, “I’m happy for her. What? Are you not happy with her choice?”

“His name is Tim. He’s a lawyer. Seems like a decent enough guy.” Robert replied, “I am glad she is finally able to move on with her life.”

John looked at his oldest son quietly. He remembered those first few years when he ended his marriage with Veronica and how he was not able to contact any of his children. Thinking about those years that he missed in his kids’ life still made his heart break a little. John never regretted finally facing the truth about himself and came to live with Brian. But he will forever feel a pang of guilt whenever he thought of Veronica and his children. Despite being the oldest, Robert was actually the last one of his kids to come to terms with John and talked to him after the divorce. Seeing him being so considerate now warmed John’s heart.

“Well, don’t tell your mother congratulations from me as I don’t think she ever wants to hear anything from me. But I am extremely happy for her.” John smiled.

“Dad are you happy now?” Robert suddenly asked.

John was a little surprised. Robert is the one son that he never discussed feelings with as far as he can remember. “Yes, I am.” John nodded.

“Were you happy when you were with Mom?”

John was taken aback. “Where is this coming from Robbie?”

Robert sighed, “we never really talked about this. Josh, Cameron, Luke and maybe even Laura were too young to remember. And Michael was never good at being observant. But I remember, Dad. I remember growing up you and Mom seemed happy. You seemed genuinely loved each other. You raised 6 of us. What went wrong?”

Kettle whistled and John got up to make some tea. He brought a cup to his son. “Have some tea son, this may take a while.”

“I have time.” Robert poured some milk into his tea cup.

John started telling his son the whole seemingly ridiculous love story between Brian and himself. How immature and irresponsible they were in their twenties. How they could not shake off the attraction toward each other even after they were both married. How the only way he could ease the guilt toward Veronica was to treat her better the limited time that he was home. She loved children and that’s why they had so many kids. How he loved each one of them and Veronica so he could not live in the lie anymore.

“So you can say I should have never married your mother from the start. But then again, we won’t have you and all your siblings who we love so much. Or if Brian and I weren’t in the same band that we had to see so much of each other, maybe it wouldn’t have gone on for as long as it did.” John sighed. “Marrying your mother in the beginning or leaving her in the end, I don’t know if either of my decision was the correct one. I definitely have made many mistakes Robbie. But I am working hard on trying to fix them. And finally, I think everything is moving toward the right direction and getting better.”

“Wow,” Robert looked overwhelm. “Thanks for telling me all these Dad. I had no idea it was this complicated for so long. Did Mom know about you and Uncle Brian this whole time?”

“She knew.” John nodded. “I think she probably always suspected from the start but she knew for sure by the 80s. That’s why when I told her I’m leaving, she was angry but not surprised.”

Looking at his son sitting in silence, trying to digest the whole story. John smiled and patted Robert’s arm, “the only advice I have for you from all my mistakes son, is to be truthful. Be truthful to everyone but especially be truthful to yourself.”

2005

Brian strolled down the streets of Toronto humming to himself. It definitely felt good to be on tour again with the band. After a whole year of negotiation and planning, at last they announced the world tour of “Queen and Paul Rodger” this summer and kicked off the North American portion in Canada. It was clear from the beginning that whoever end being their front man was not going to replace Freddie, was not going to be part of Queen. With a good amount of patience and coercion, he and Roger was finally able to convince John to come along with them.

Brian closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the sweet summer air. Roger and John wanted to find some food before the show but Brian was not hungry or interested. He would rather take a walk around the city. Brian had always been fond of Canada and Toronto is one of his favorite cities in the world. He can’t believe it’s been more than twenty years since the last time he was here. Twenty years, such a long time, everything has changed. Back then, Freddie was still with them, he was still married to Chrissie.

In comparison, it seemed this city had not changed too much from Brian’s memory. Electric operated street cars still chimed on with inconvenient rails in the middle of the road. Bustling people, who seemed to be in the rush, but were always polite and friendly. Brian walked past a pair of half-moon buildings that served as the city hall of Toronto and saw a pair of young men in suits coming out, with a ring on each of their left-hand ring fingers and holding what looked like a marriage certificate. They shared a kissed in front of the camera with the fountain as the background.

That’s right! It suddenly occurred to Brian. Canada is among one of the few countries which same sex marriage is legal. UK only had the civil partnership act which the government was pretty clear that it was not the same as marriage. Looking at the happy couple, an idea came to Brian making him smile.

“Deaky, Brian still not here yet? We need to be on stage in 15 minutes.” Roger in his performing outfit and of course sunglasses found John who is pacing a hole in the floor. “Have you called him?”

“Oh gee Roger, how come I didn’t think of calling him!” John replied sarcastically, “his cell phone is dead.”

“Erh, this is so not like Brian.” Roger shook his head and opened a bottle of beer.

“I know. I hope he is okay.” John was definitely worried.

“Sorry guys.” Brian rushed into backstage almost out of breath, still in his jeans and clogs. He knew he was going to be late so he came straight to the concert venue. But the traffic was still worse than he thought. Brian got out of the taxi and practically ran the last 5 blocks.

“Where the hell have you been?” John rushed over and threw his arms around the older man.

“Sorry Deaky, lost track of time.” Brian squeezed John’s torso. “And the traffic here is bloody awful.”

“Please go change ladies. Time’s a wasting. We need to be on in 5 minutes.” Roger wrinkled his nose as he slapped on Brian’s back, “you stink, Brian. I’m glad I’m far away from you on stage.”

John rushed to the dressing room as soon as the curtains were drawn. It was a beautiful concert and he had fun. After a couple of shows in the UK, he was getting back into the groove of performing live with Brian and Roger again. But Brian’s last act was still too emotional for him. Brian, sitting on stage by himself with his guitar, singing Love of My Life. And the video of Freddie comes up at the end of the song. He disappears on the screen as Brian stretched his hand as if trying to grab their dead friend. It all John’s might to not fall down and ball like a baby. He almost didn’t have the energy to go out again and thank their fans for coming.

“Deaky?” Brian came into the dressing room looking for him. Seeing John’s eyes turning red, he asked with a concerned voice, “what’s wrong Deaky? Was the last song too much?” Brian put his arms around the younger man’s shoulders. “It was an idea I had on the plane. The song is so emotional to Freddie that we can’t possibly perform it on stage without mentions of him. What did you think?”

John leaned into Brian’s embrace. Even after as long as thirty years they had been together, just being close to Brian, being in his arms, John felt that everything was going to be alright.

“It was beautifully done. You are a very brave man, Brian May.” John sighed. “I can’t even bare to watch what you just did tonight.”

“Thank you Deaky.” Brian rubbed John’s back, “you were brave and brilliant tonight too Deaky. We all were.”

They stood there in comfortable silence, holding onto each other for support. John almost forgot the rest of the world still existed.

“Deaky?” Brian’s soft voice broke John’s daze.

“Hmm?” John murmured, looking up to the taller man.

Brian let go of John, looked at him deep in the clear green eyes and smiled. He gently brushed John’s chin with the pad of his thumb before reaching to his pocket and pulled out a small maroon velvet box. Brian snapped it open in front of John. Inside the box was a pair of titanium bands.

“Holy shit!” John’s breath hitched.

“Oh dear.” Freddie called out at the same time.

John was pretty sure that he stopped breathing, thinking, and his heart stopped beating for a good half of a minute. If it was not that he was still holding onto Brian at the waist, he would have fell his ass on the floor.

“Whaaawhy…” John stammered, unable to make out any comprehensible sounds.

Brian grabbed one of John’s hands and smiled. “Deaky. Other than the birth of my children, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. We have been through ups and downs, hell and back these past 30 years. There are moments even now I still can’t believe you had the courage to be with me one hundred percent 13 years ago. Some nights I wake up scared that this is all a beautiful fantasy until I feel you snuggled beside me. I love you so much Deaky and you have made me so happy. I don’t know what else I am able to do for you.”

John looked at the man he had known and loved for so many years who was still grinning at him like a mad person, whose hazel eyes glittered with so much love. It was hard for John to believe sometimes that he had been with Brian for more than half of his life. He got scared sometimes when he thought what would have happened if he refused Brian 13 years ago when he was forced to make a decision. He could not imagine a life without him. It would have been a life not worth living. But John would have never guessed in a million years that Brian would pull an act like this at the time when he least expected it. When he divorced Veronica, he thought marriage would be a foregone concept.

“Deaky.” Brian cupped John’s face with his free hand and wiped the tears from his cheekbone. “This is Canada. It’s a country that gay marriage is not only tolerated. It’s legal.”

“Holy fuck!” Half-drunk Roger rushed into the dressing room, dumbfound by the scene in front of him.

“Do you want me to get on one knee Deaky? I’m kind of old for that but I will do it for you.” Brian joked.

“Yeah, kneel down Brian. Show some effort.” Roger shouted.

“Fuck off Roger.” But the taller man did start to bend his leg getting ready to get on one knee. John stopped him and just leaned to kiss the love of his life with all his might.

“God I love you so much Brian. I never thought this was going to be possible for us.” Breathless from the snog, John squeezed the daylight out of Brian.

The next day, Brian and John dress in tuxedos, breathtakingly handsome, stood in city hall to get their marriage registered.

“…Do you take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, until death do thou apart…”

As the vows were being read, John’s mind drifted back to his first wedding. It was such a long time ago that John believed it to be another life. He remembered distinctly though, when he said ‘I do’ back then, he was looking at the same curly haired handsome man that he is saying the exact same words to today.

“You two are so sweet, makes me want to cry.” Freddie was snuffling into tissues while John put an arm around his friend.

“I could have never imagined that.” John smiled.

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