Trousers

Title: Trousers
Author: Anna V. AKA Dravonzi, Happychupacabra
Assistant: Brianna AKA Kaity-bear, Bribaa
Pairings: One-sided Joger, implied Frian, brotherly Freaky
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild language, sexual innuendo


"Freddie," said John as he leaned over the frontman's shoulder, "I don't understand something here."
Freddie made a gesture as he applied his make-up in the mirror, without turning to look at John.
"Then tell me, dear."
John sighed, then quickly said to him, "Why the hell did you give me a pair of Roger's pants?"
Brian had just entered the dressing room just as John mentioned "Roger's pants" and Freddie giggled hysterically, covering his buck-toothed mouth as he laughed. With a blank expression, the guitarist stared at John.
"What is Freddie up to?" Brian asked, with a raised eyebrow.
Freddie finally managed to control his laughter, but a large smirk remained on his face.
"It's Project Deaky Roggie, May-flower," winked Freddie. Brian grumbled at his new affectionate title.
John made a loud gasp that shocked Freddie, Brian, and the others in the room.
"You told Brian?!"
Freddie shrugged.
"Is there anything wrong with you having designs for the Rog?"
"Yes, there is, Freddie! Be quiet about it."
"At least I was ever-so-kind enough to snag Roger's trousers for you."
John shook his head in disbelief of the situation. Freddie grabbed the drummer's pants, which were folded neatly and placed left of his make-up, and handed them to John, but the bassist turned away.
"It was a major sacrifice, John," said the concerned frontman. He then made a disgusted face and said, "I had to go through his foul-smelling laundry to find them."
John looked at him with pity. Roger wasn't the best when it came to cleaning the dirty laundry. His own, especially.
"Don't worry. This pair is clean," Freddie assured the hesitant bassist.
John carefully grabbed the pants from Freddie.
"I still don't understand why you'd take his pants to me. I only told you that I liked him."
Freddie made an ornery smile.
"You'd like to get into his trousers, as well, dear," Freddie said, making a short giggle at his intended pun.
John blushed furiously.
"T-That's not true!"
"Then why are you holding the trousers by the crotch?"
Freddie pointed at the pants. John looked down to see that Freddie was absolutely right. He corrected himself in embarrassment. Both heard Brian chuckle. He had left the two to themselves when they argued minutes ago. Then, the door opened and a camera man walked in. John quickly withdrew the pants behind his back.
"Hey, guys," said the cameraman, catching a glimpse of Freddie applying the last touches of make-up before appearing on the camera.
"Taking candid moments of us?" asked Brian, now applying his make-up at the mirror.
The cameraman laughed.
After he finished his make-up, Freddie sat in a chair while an assistant helped him into his stage costume and John stood behind him, hiding from the camera.
Freddie looked over at him and whispered, "Get into the trousers, Deaky."
"I can't. The camera might see it."
"I'll distract him." Then, in a shrill voice, Freddie proclaimed, "I lost my shoes!"
Freddie looked at him again, making a facial gesture to play along.
John was hesitant but raised his voice in a fake-sarcastic tone, "C-Cinderella."
Freddie giggled. John didn't feel fully secure, but he began to unbutton his own pants. Brian continued with his make-up and Freddie made some-sort of gay ninja pose while humming a delightful tune to himself.
Then, the door opened again. A familiar, raspy voice spoke in a tone that made John embarrassed, guilty, and love-struck at the same second.
John peeked out from behind Freddie to see the blonde drummer Roger, clad in a robe and hiding himself.
"Darling, I've lost my trousers! They'll see my legs!"