The cabin’s got a cozy charm—fire crackling in the living room, “Cool Cat” playing low and smooth on the record player. But the warmth in Freddie’s bedroom isn’t coming from the flames. It’s all him—his hands on your waist, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, the way he whispers your name like a secret he doesn’t want to keep.

“You really like tempting me when the boys are just a room away, huh?” he murmurs against your skin, eyes locked on yours, full of that familiar, teasing fire. “You know they can hear everything, right?”

Your breath catches as he pulls you closer, the sheets rustling beneath you both. You try to answer, but he cuts you off with another kiss—slow, deep, and deliberate.

Out in the living room:

Roger sighs dramatically, flopping onto the couch. “They’re at it again. Surprise, surprise.”

Brian doesn’t look up from his notebook. “We should’ve picked a place with soundproofing.”

John chuckles from the armchair. “At least the music’s good this time.”

Freddie lets out a soft laugh as he hears the muffled voices, but he doesn’t stop. He brushes his thumb across your cheek and whispers, “Let them talk. I only care about you right now.”

The walls might be thin, but nothing’s keeping him from showing you exactly how much he means it.