Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

The Taste of Roger

Some things in this story aren't always historically correct. I know James, Brian's first kid was born in 1978 and not 1974, sorry.

"So how is your life being a new father?" You asked Brian, focusing on the road ahead of you rather than looking over to him. 

He was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, looking a little nervous. 

"Sleepless, rewarding, tiring, and an adventure to say the least. I haven't slept in a month. I haven't had any "special" time with Chrissie if you know what I mean. But he's beautiful and I made him with my wife so it's truly a miracle." he said. 

You could see out of the corner of your eye he was looking at you so you quickly turned your head and gave him a smile. 

"What's the first thing you're gonna do when Rog can come home?"

"I think you know exactly know what we will be doing." You respond and laughed. 

He gave a disappointed laugh and you struggled to find a subject to fill in the awkward silence. 

"So what happened exactly? To Roger I mean." He asked, ending your search for now.

"Well to make ends me, Rog and I got into an "argument" I guess you could call it cause I was scared he would leave me and he admitted to cheating on me at the beginning of our relationship."

"Wait what? When?"

"After our first date. I overreacted after things with my friend went down about our relationship and she said she wouldn't be surprised if he cheated on me."

"That's one hell of a friend." He said sarcastically.

"Yeah well, she put me on edge. I got mad at him and I went to see my friend at her house."

"And he came over cause he felt bad?" Brian said.

"Correctamundo." You said and he laughed at your improper grammar. 

"Then the earthquake." You added.

"And how did-" He went on and you had a feeling what he was gonna say.

"My friend had a set of stairs to her apartment. He was leaving when the earthquake happened which caused him to fall down the stairs."

You were stopped at some construction due to a tree falling on across the main road. You had been waiting for the opposite side to stop for you guys could go. Finally, you watched as the cars in front of your car go so you let off the breaks.

"God that's. Well, I'm not sure. That's one of the craziest things I think I've ever heard. And believe me, I have heard some CRAZY things." Brian went on and you giggled at his lack of words.

"And here we are! The Great London Hospital! Filled with pervs, cool lesbians, and dying people." You said welcoming him to the place you've spent your last week as much as you possibly could.

"Cool lesbians?" He repeated. "My friend, her girlfriend works here."

"Oh, that's cool." He said, swinging his long legs out of your cramped car.

"Name and relation." The same front lady as always asked even though she knew you by now. 

"Y/N, and fiance." You said in a warm tone trying to heat up her icy tone.

"Name and relation." She turned to ask Brian.

" Brian Harold May, best friend."

"Oh hey, your the guy from Queen!" A doctor walked by and asked. 

"Oh yeah! Nice to meet a fan."

"Oh, I'm not a fan just know who they are."

"Ok then," Brian asked nodding his head. 

Brian followed you up the hallways and up the elevators till you finally found Roger's room. 

You knocked, waited a few seconds, then came in when no one verbally told you not to. 

He was walking around finally. He hurt his face not his fucking legs yet the doctors still tried to pin him down to stay in bed. 

Currently, he was sitting in the far corner of the room in a chair looking out of a window into the heart of his city. 

You felt bad he had to be locked up in here, he could walk, he didn't need surgery, you could easily bandage his wounds every day and if it came down to it, you would bring him back just in case of an emergency. 

"Y/N I'm so glad to see you!" He said getting up and running over to you. 

His lips met with your into a passionate kiss. 

A habit of yours was to always bring your hands up to his face and caress it but quickly learned you couldn't do that. 

You stayed in the kiss probably a second too long because things quickly got heated. 

As his tongue swirled around with yours, fighting for dominance, you let out a few quiet moans. 

Things didn't last as long as they would've. 

Brian cleared his throat in an "I really don't wanna watch you two make out right now" sorta way. 

You brought your tongue back in your mouth and pulled away. 

"Brian hey what are you doing here?" Roger asked, sounding a bit upset his makeout session was ending because of him.

"Came to visit you. See how you were doing." Brian said. 

Instantly there was tension in the room. 

A knock came from the door behind the three of you and it made you all jump. 

"God can never get any fucking privacy in here," Roger said. 

Brian opened the door and stepped out of the way to leave you face to face with the doctor.

"Hello." You said in a friendly tone, the taste of Roger still lingering in your mouth. 

She stepped in and looked at her clipboard. 

"Hello. Well, I have some rather good news for the lot of you." She said looking up from the papers.

"Really? What is it?" Roger asked. 

"Well looks like you can go make out with your fiance somewhere else." She said. 

She has walked into the two of you going at it a few times. No sex but you made the best of it.

"Wait I can go home?" Roger asked coming up next to you. 

"Indeed." She said. 

A bright light blinked in your head. The bright light at the end of the tunnel. 

You hugged Roger, happy and excited. He met your joy and Brian, well he just stood there.

"Looks like someone can come back to band practice now," Brian said with his arms crossed in front of his torso.

"Get your shit man let's go home!" You yelled in excitement.