Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor

Walk This Way

John and Erin were peacefully sleeping in each other's arms.

They were both knackered from last night and at the moment their sleep seemed more than just deep and relaxing. Before falling asleep, they had made sure that nothing would interrupt them. Well, basically John had. He had closed all the windows and blinds shut, making sure that they would both get the rest they needed. Well, he had taken care of almost everything. Almost.

The sound of the phone ringing was what made John's eyes shot awake. He was generally a light sleeper so even the slightest sound would wake him up. So a phone ringing in the dead of silence had him wide awake in a matter of milliseconds. Erin next to him shifted with a soft groan.

"Sh, sh. I am going." John whispered softly in her ear, stroking her hair with a kiss on her temple. He gently moved himself from under her, with subtle moves placing a fluffy pillow under her head. He did the best he could not to wake her up as he moved out of the room, almost like air, pulling a shirt over his head. Though, by the time he had gotten in the living room of Erin's apartment the ringing had stopped. "Great."

He breathed out. He looked around and decided that now under no circumstances he would go back to sleep. It was difficult for him to fall asleep and very easy to wake up so right now he was just heading for the kitchen to make some strong coffee. I mean, he did think that he should make Erin some breakfast since he is already awake.

As he put some coffee into the coffee machine a weird sound coming from the living room made his head shoot up scanning the room. The sound continued and John decided that he should better go check that out. Before leaving the kitchen he grabbed a knife just in case. Growing up in a home where you were the man had certainly taught him many things. Starting with, when you go check a weird sound always carry a weapon with you, you never know.

He slowly and carefully paced towards the door, where the sound was coming from. Gods, he thought, someone was trying to break in! He took a sharp breath and backed on the wall just in time as the door banged opened. With all the courage he could master he jumped in front of the door, gripping tightly at the knife. Soon enough his screaming was mixed with another screaming voice.

The one of Amy's. They had both their eyes shut as they screamed, John still holding the knife defensively towards Amy who did really think that this would be her final moment.

"IT'S ME! IT'S ME!" Amy finally said, being a miracle that words could even leave her mouth, as she held her hands up in surrender. John opened hesitantly his one eye and the moment he was met with his black-haired friend a breath of relief left his mouth as he dropped the knife on the floor, his heart racing so that it could certainly be heard to Amy.

"OH GOD! THANK YOU!" John said, his pulse still high making Amy to wear a tired grin at his reaction. After he stopped his little praying about he stepped aside, and Amy stepped in. He looked at her as she was visibly tired and then he spotted something that made his eyes to widen and a smirk spread on his face. Amy turned and watched his face furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"What?" She asked as John continued staring at her with amused eyes. He did an unfocused movement with his hands, pointing at the area of her neck and collarbones. Every part of her chest and neck, that was showing, was covered in hickeys. Purple hickeys. Everywhere. Setting John unable to get his eyes off of them, not because he was amused by them – which yes he kinda was, because whoever had done them seemed to be having a really good time – but mostly because he could very well recognize them. He knew very damn well who was being proud about the hickeys he could do.

"You had sex with Roger." He said his grin getting only the wider as Amy's jaw dropped a bit and she rushed to deny everything.

"Me? No- I- No! I didn't have sex with Roger." She said though internally she facepalmed because that was all but smooth. Fuck he knows, she thought, cursing internally. She hurriedly moved to the mirror and now her mouth was forming a perfect 'O' at the sight of what Roger had done. I mean, she was kind of turned on by it- No!