Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Get The Message?

"Good morning my dear Y/N? Seems like you slept good here?" Freddie said as you walked down the carpeted steps of his flat. 

You were happy which was a pleasant change from the past few weeks. 

Being able to forget about everything that has been happening and focusing on nice things in life has been incredible and a mental break you needed.

You have been down for so long, this was a nice break from it all. Like a little Garden of Eden or a little piece of Heaven.

Something incredible wafted through the air as you could see a man in a uniform cooking something. 

"Mmm! What is that amazing smell?" you said as you took another sniff of the air.

"Oh yes, that's Jim! He is a fantastic cook! Really understands flavor for a white guy." Freddie said as he sipped his tea out of his fancy teacup with a cursive F on it. You study how magical the cup looked.

"I got it in Japan. One of our fans custom-made it. They are so wonderful, I love them! They make us all sorts of trinkets and gifts." Freddie said noticing your stare as his handmade gift.

"That's truly incredible." You said and he smiled at your fascination.

"So where's Mary?" You asked, changing the subject in an unawkward way.

"Oh, she's placed. At work probably right now but was staying with her dad who needed some extra help."

"Oh is he alright?" You asked concerned. You never met the guy before but you still contained sympathy for him if something happened to him.

"Oh yeah, I believe so. He is deaf and had some trouble with bills and taxes. The boring stuff." Freddie was explaining although his gaze was elsewhere. 

Behind you, in the kitchen. 

You caught his gaze and he seemed startled.

"So where's that husband of yours?" He asked. 

A knock came from the large glass door. 

You couldn't see through the glass since it was fogged but it sure looked cool and royal, which is usually Freddie's aesthetic. 

You got up to go get it as Freddie seemed content on his spot on the couch as his cat, Oscar-no Romeo, no Delilah, yeah Delilah, as his cat Delilah sat next to him in a small basket with blankets overflowing from it. 

Gosh, he had so many cats you couldn't keep track of their names.

"What the fuck? Y/N what are you doing here?" Roger said shocked as you opened the door.

"I spent the night." You said. He was taken off guard.

"Oh so know you speak cause of Freddie just great!" You never thought that you talking to Freddie about everything before Roger would hurt him. 

In retrospect that was a pretty bitchy thing to do. 

"WHatever have fun with Mr. Fashion and the 7,000 cats." He said and turned around. 

He was dressed and clothed, unlike you, as you were in fancy satin clothes that were made for a man but who cares.

Freddie got them from the store Mary worked at, Beba. They fit a little big but were absolutely breathtaking. They felt incredible on your body as the blue satin loosely hung. 

He walked off the step into the narrow front garden. You ran after him instantly.

You weren't sure what to say. 

You hadn't thought about it. 

Would it be bad to just strip off your clothes and shag him in the front yard? Yeah, it would.

"Roger wait!" You called after him. 

He immediately stopped and turned around. You could see he was crying.

"I'm really sorry Rog. It was wrong of me to not talk to you and it was even worse to go to Freddie instead of you, ok. It's just Fred doesn't know what happened it was easier to talk to about other things to keep my mind off of you know..."

"Well, you could've told me that. We could continue on with our lives and not talk about it if that's what you really want."

"I don't want that. I want to do something about it. I wanna fix this. Please Roger I'm sorry." You walked up and kissed him. 

You tried to punch the most "I love you, your so handsome and hot and I wanna have sex with you" and more "I love you"'s as you could into it. 

He seemed to get the message and immediately kissed you back. 

It quickly became heated as usual, as your hands quickly roamed his body as he did the same. 

Sometimes his stopping to squeeze your ass or hold your face. 

You heard a camera shutter as it took a picture. And another shutter, and another. 

You didn't care Freddie was taking photos of the two of you making out. 

You could look back and think of this time. This weird and bizarre time. The time you had sex in Freddie Mercury's bedroom.