( A/N: These drabbles are completely separate, not taking place in the same fic. Basically how all of the boys would go around teaching you if you were their significant other! Thanks! )
Title: Instrumental Solo. Pairing(s): Brian May x Reader, Roger Taylor x Reader, John Deacon x Reader. Words: 1,950. ( 3 Separate Drabbles ). Rating: T ( Mild mentions of Sex, language. )
Brian May:
Brian felt like hours had passed by but when he looked at the clock next to the bed, he noticed it had only been… Half of an hour. Not even that. Only… 28 minutes. Rolling his shoulders, he sat down in front of you in a chair that was brought in from the kitchen. A lot of Brian’s appeal compared to other men was his height, the bounce of his hair and his effortless attempt to look as good as possible, doing the most simple thing like trying to teach you how to play a guitar. Your fingers slipped over the frets of the guitar sitting in your lap as you looked up at Brian, a rather irked expression riddling over his features as you mimicked the sound of a guitar rather than actually playing it. Whether the expression was true to what he was feeling or if it were faux, you had no idea, but… He had spent the last half hour trying to teach you the C-Chord, but to little avail so perhaps his patience was running a tad bit thin at this point. “You need to focus, love.” He said to you and positioned his long fingers. “Like this, and then…” He strummed, letting the vibrations sink into the air in a rather pretty way. You had always seen the way that Brian played the guitar as extension of himself. The way he strummed, plucked notes, and let his fingers do the talking was another part of his personality that you adored. It was hard not to look at him with crazed love running in your eyes.
“I’m plenty focused.” You uttered under your breath and glanced down at the guitar strings and then at your hands which were awkwardly pressed to the frets. Brian pressed his lips together, raising his eyebrows and within seconds he was standing, resting his guitar down on the side of the bed and grasped your fingers.
“You’re too tense. You need to relax and trust your fingers to move the way you want them to love. Otherwise, you’re going to overthink it.” He bent down so he was crouching right in front of you. The smile on his face made you melt. He often fluctuated between annoyance and adoration, and that was very apparent today. Readjusting your fingers, his smile grew a small bit around the corners, “Like that, and now… Strum.”
You did as your love suggested, strumming the guitar lightly as if doing it too hard would hurt yourself. Music. You played music. You grinned, bouncing a bit in your spot as you looked down at Brian with pure happiness riding along your cheeks. “I did it!”
“See what a little focus can do?”
You rolled your eyes as he leaned in and pressed a hot kiss to your lips, lingering there for a few seconds longer than needed as a coy smirk hit his mouth. It started rather subtly around the corner of his lips before turning into a full-faced, cocky and rather appealing look. “Can’t we take a little break? My fingers hurt.”
“Oh, my poor baby.” He murmured sarcastically, letting his hand release from yours on the guitar to cup the side of your face. “No breaks until you get the C-Chord absolutely perfect.”
“You’re such a mean, unfair teacher.”
“Hm,” Brian laughed and pressed one more kiss to your cheek before standing up. “That’s what makes me so good.”
“You’re not that good.” You cooed, knowing fully well that your words were nothing more than a fib.
“Oh babes, I’m the best you’re ever going to have.”
“I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.” You chuckled.
Roger Taylor:
Every move that Roger produced you could feel. It tingled at the base of your spine before shivering downwards to sit very soothingly in your tailbone, his strong arms wrapped around you seeing as you were sitting in his lap while watching him play drums. Every so often you’d feel his breath on the back of his neck, pausing the moments he’d hit the snare of his drums before resuming after intense anticipation. The amount of focus and attention was astounding to even people just glancing and even more mind blowing for you were experiencing from his very spot. They were bigger than you had thought, but then again, you rarely ever spent time around his drums this close up. Shiny and perfectly set up within range for his outstretched arms to tap a beat. “Can I try?” You finally asked, half aware that you had actually said that out loud despite it being an idea inside of your mind. Roger was very peculiar about who touched his drums because he had them set up for himself, no one else; you knew that but still asked your boyfriend. “Can you teach me how to play something?”
“You’d rather bang the drums than me?” The playful pout in his voice was very evident though you didn’t get a clear vision of his expression. You laughed, dipping a hand between your legs so you could grab his thigh and adjust yourself in his lap a small bit to face the drums more vividly. “Here, baby girl.” He said, holding his drum sticks out for you to grasp hold of, pressing his chin onto your shoulder so he could peer down at what you were doing. “Be careful though. We don’t need any broken pieces.”
You smiled cheekily, grabbing the drumsticks in a rather teasing fashion before holding one in each hand. “I would never.”
Roger rolled his eyes teasingly and whispered into your ear, “So, you know the snare?”
“This?” You tapped the sharp instrument strapped to your right.
“Yes, that.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before murmuring, “Just tap a beat there. One and two and three and four. Slow.” You did as he said, following his words to build a beat. “Perfect, babe. Now go a little faster.” You did. “And with the other hand,” He let his fingers graze against your arm before stretching it out for you and pressing it to tom-tom style drum to the left. He lifted and pushed your arm back down, shadowing the beat of your right hand. “Just like that. Now with your right hand, speed up. One, two, three, four and with your left keep it one and two and three and four.”
“I have no idea how you do this on a daily basis.” You chuckled, trying to do what he was suggesting before dropping a stick. “Oh fuck.”
“Years and years of practice.” He laughed, watching you bend down in his lap to grab the lost drumstick. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he held you tightly so you didn’t go stumbling face first into the bass drum, like he had done a couple time with drunk or high. He would happily admit that this was a position he favored more than he thought he would. “Maybe you’re just not suited for the drums.” Roger suggested in a gentle tone of voice to make it seem less judgy.
“What do you think I would be suited for then? What would I play amazingly?” You groaned, grasping the stick and sitting back up.
You were suddenly pulled flush against Roger who thought it was a good idea to press a kiss to the side of your neck. Lifting his hands up, he grasped the sticks out of your hands before you dropped them once again. “Me.”
“Wh…What?”
“You play me pretty well, making me feel like a little schoolboy with the biggest crush on the prettiest girl in the schoolyard.” This was said against your skin, his hands tightening his grip around your waist to press you harder against him.
“I’m an expert when it comes down to you, babe.”
“That you are.”
John Deacon:
You were lounging on the couch, watching as Freddie and John talked to each other about a song that John had just written, Brian and Roger in the conversation as well but rather than speaking, they were just listening. ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ you figured was the name for that was the repetitive chorus. Catchy. It was sharp with a very intense and captivating bass line that John had been lulling about in his mind over and over again until he figured it out. Picking up his bass, he looked at Freddie and played the line again as Freddie just rolled his eyes. They were bickering and you could tell from the look on John’s face that Freddie wasn’t listening to what he had to say. “How about we take a break?” Brian suggested, setting his guitar down on its stand. Roger was quick to agree, murmuring something about having to use the bathroom before shuffling out of the room with Brian. Freddie sighed, giving you a rather forced smile before walking away. “He drives me absolutely crazy sometimes.” John murmured more to himself and sat down on the couch next to you, sighing deeply and pulling his bass into his lap. He plucked a few notes as you snuggled in next to him.
“That’s pretty cool, Deaks.”
“I’m glad you think so because no one else has faith in it.” John lifted a hand and brushed his hand aimlessly through his hair, messing it up a small bit. You felt yourself swoon ever so slightly. “They think it’s too much like disco.”
“They?”
“Well, mainly Roger and Brian. Freddie… I think is on my side. You know how he is.” Waving his hand rather dismissively, he rested his hands back onto his bass. An instinctual thing for John at this point. You tilted your head to the side. Initially, you thought that John and Freddie were fighting about the song but perhaps they were teaming up against Brian and Roger who thought it was too ‘disco’. You looked at your love’s hands as he played the bass line once more just for you.
“Bum bum bum…” You hummed to the beat of the song, “duh-nanananana.” That was such a perfect melody and it always surprised you that John had just beautiful music inside his mind. “Can you show me how to play that?”
John raised his eyebrows and laughed, “You want to learn how to play it?” You nodded to which your boyfriend hummed in contemplation. “Well, I suppose if Brian and Roger see you playing it, they’ll think it’s cool.”
“Perfect.” You slid the bass from his lap into yours and earned yourself a rather typical face from your love. He squinted at you before it turned into a smile. “Now, honey. Show me how to play so I can impress my friends.”
“Alright, alright.” He laughed, the smile creasing onto his cheeks perfectly. You found yourself fixated on that momentarily before he shifted, turning on the couch with one foot tucked under so he was sitting on it. “It’s very simple. And you just repeat it.” He showed you the notes to pluck, the melody slowly coming out of your fingertips. “That’s good.” John grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking down and taking his hand away from yours, allowing you to do it on your own. “Now, again!” You did it again, tilting your head to the side.
“It kind of reminds me of…” You glanced at the bass and played it once more, “It makes me want to pounce on you.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
Your smile turned into a wide smirk as you leaned towards John, “A dirty way.”
“Ah, you cheeky girl.” He wiggled his eyebrows, placing a small but very passionate kiss onto your lips.
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