More than just a friend || Roger Taylor

48- why have you stayed ?

20th February 1981

Tw- mentions of abuse, smut

An- this is literally the longest chapter ever... but it's worth it I promise ;)

After a long night of simply talking, easily taking in the words of each other, me and Roger found ourselves falling contently asleep in each other's hold.

It was during the hours of sleep that I considered to be the best I'd had in weeks that I realised Roger had caught me. He'd watch me fall, deeper and deeper as his eyes prized me and smirk intrigued me, and finally he'd caught me in his grasp and held me there.

But the hours we spent peacefully in each other's arms didn't last a lifetime, even though I would be overjoyed if they did, and as I pulled myself up from beneath the heaps of covers that morning I realised Roger had obviously already made his escape from the bed's depths.

I quickly jumped up from where I laid, stretching out dramatically before I made my way out of the bedroom and down to where I presumed Roger to be. His frame was sat plainly on the sofa, surrounded by the grey tipples his cigarette stuttered with, the smoke complimented by the record spinning as its grooves shedded it's rhythm.

"Hendrix ? It's the eighties now Rog..." I chuckled, watching the relief in his expression as he turned to face me, his cigarette sat loosely between his subtly smirking lips as the pair inched upwards. I took the seat on the sofa besides him, watching the awe in his expression gleam as his arm fell around me.

"Morning." He chuckled as his arm pulled my frame gently against his, my head falling besides his shirtless torso as his mouth leaked another grey cloud. I took the burning stick from between the soft pair and stubbed it out in the ash tray sat lonely on the side table, replacing the touch of the burning cigarette with the gentle and subtle kiss of my lips.

The tobacco still left it's prominent taste against his lips as they fell gracefully onto mine, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering frantically after their several weeks of rest. Roger's palm held my cheek close to him, even as our lips broke and smiles strengthened, he didn't let his hold drop or soften anymore.

"I uh... might of forgotten to tell you I'm back on tour next week." He looked down as he spoke, not dragging his eyes upwards until he knew I would've processed each word of the sentence's dreadful string.

"Fucking hell... when do you get back ?" I asked, hesitantly letting the question spill with nothing but a strong fear for the answer. Roger initially sighed, maybe convincing himself a pause was beneficial in avoiding the truth of when he'd get back, until he saw the annoyance and worry my features paired with.

"Two weeks. And then I've we've got two nights in Brazil at the end of March. And I've got an album coming out. So... it's gonna be busy. Very busy that's for sure."

"shit." I chuckled with the nerves seeming to rattle me in that moment as Roger took the opportunity to plant a soft kiss against my temple. Having him back in my lift gave me an unlimited source of his addictive traits, and going weeks without them seemed to lead me to suffer no matter what the circumstances seemed to be. "We'll be alright... it's your job."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah." I smiled, feeling his lips against my forehead as they attempted to share some reassurance with me. We opened ourselves a comfortable silence in that moment, simply welcoming the lack of words contently until the blaring phone interrupted what I would consider to be perfect peace.

"Oh for fucks sake who's that ?" I huffed, pulling myself and the annoyance I carried off of the sofa and towards the ringing that rattled between the walls. Roger followed closely behind me, peering over my shoulder as I lifted the phone against my ear.