"Brian?" He sighed and answered him, without turning around.
"What, Rog?"
“It's cold out here.” Roger whined, rubbing his palms together trying to warm up.
Brian was surprised he'd agreed, without argument, to go with him tonight, so of course there had to be a downside. Roger was seeming to do everything in his mind to annoy him.
Brian just looked up above them at the sky, which was a bruised color with little pinpricks of starlight gleaming on the inky surface.
“Grab a blanket, then." Brian answered without any help for the shivering drummer, recieving nothing but an eyeroll from the latter.
He pushed a stray curl from his eyes and continued walking, stopping at the top of a hill. Roger followed behind him, watching him fiddle with the telescope, and with a sigh, sprawled out on the cold grass.
“Hey, Rog, come here and look at this.” The night sky mapped out above was beautiful and the telescope magnified it's beauty.
“No.” He answered shortly.
Brian turned around with his hands on his hips, “Why not?”
“I’m freezing, Brian. Just let me know when you find Uranus and I'll get up and look.” He chuckled at his own joke and Brian scoffed, shaking his head and trying to suppress a smile. “Now come on and come warm me up.” Roger added, in a sweet voice.
"Sure," He responded, sarcastically, "It's not like I enjoy this or anything."
Roger opened his mouth to say something back, but stopped once he felt a body lie down and roll over beside him and a warm arm rest on his side. Brian just stared back at him with a goofy grin and Roger scoffed, playfully shoving the older man's chest.
"Hey now, I thought you wanted me to come warm ya up?" Brian raised his eyebrows, his grin still plastered across his face.
Roger sighed, "I do. Now come over here you cheeky bastard, I'm still cold."
Brian wrapped his arms around the smaller man's body and leaned his face closer as Roger pushed his hands in his curly locks. Roger smiled as a familiar pair of lips pressed to his own, slightly chapped from the cold air. Entwined, they warmed easily, until they both couldn't ever remember being less than this content.
Brian’s mouth trailed down to his neck, mapping his skin in hot kisses, then lazily traced his throat before he mumbled, “Thank you for accompying me.”
“My pleasure.” Roger answered honestly, and Brian crushed their lips back together with searing kisses before breaking away to ask him an honest question.
"You aren't really here for the stars, are you." It was more a statement than a question.
“No." He traced the pad of his thumb across the older man's cheek, "Will you ever realize than I don’t come stargazing with you for the stars?”
"I love you Rog." Brian pressed his forehead against his lover's.
"I love you too, Bri."
