Falling Slowly ⤖ Roger Taylor [Completed]

Can I Go First?

Warning: Smut

You stared at Roger, your hand hung midair. You were just about to knock but before you could, the door had been opened and he was standing right there. It looked like he'd just gotten out of a shower and he looked surprised to see you. You were pretty surprised yourself. You don't know what came over you when Mary woke you up to tell you they were landing early but all logical and practical thought had left your head as you scrambled out of bed and coerced her into telling you where he lived. You needed to see him as soon as possible. You had to. You'd been thinking about him the entirety of the past two weeks and you felt like you would explode if you didn't meet him as soon as possible.

So here you were, right in front of him, completely blanked out on what to say or where to even start from.

"Roger" You spoke.

"What are you doing here? How did you know I'd be here?" He asked.

"I- I came to see you. I'm sorry, were you going somewhere?" You asked.

He shook his head and a tiny smile came onto his face "Believe it or not, I was on my way to see you"

You hadn't expected that. "You were?"

He gave you a slight nod, as if he was unsure.

"I missed you" He said and at his words, you crossed the distance between you two and hugged him. It was as if he was prepared for your tackle because he instantly brought his hands around your waist, his feet steady on the ground as he took your weight against him. You buried your head in his chest, breathing him in. He smelled amazing, his hair was still damp and it was a very different scent from his usual blend of cigarettes and alcohol. You inhaled, not being subtle about how much you liked being this close to him and he laughed.

"I missed you too" You said softly and you stepped back, already red from your sudden display of affection, looking up at him.

"I can see that" He said, a smile on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and your eyes followed the movement of his fingers, and you wanted more than anything to touch his hair.

"I, uh, needed to talk to you bout somethin" He spoke and you remembered the reason you'd come here.

"Me too" You breathed "Can I go first?"

"No way" Roger said immediately and your face fell "I've been waiting four bloody hours on the plane"

You wanted to say you'd been waiting six months but you let him have this one. Whatever he had to tell you couldn't possibly be as important as what you had to say. So, you would humor him, hear him out and then talk about what really mattered.

He probably wanted to tell you about the tour and you really hoped none of his conversations included the number of groupies he'd been with.

"Go ahead" You said, biting your lip.

"The past few weeks have been really, um, eye opening I suppose" He started. You nodded, giving him an indication to go on.

"I had an amazing time, and being away on tour for two weeks really made me see some shit differently" He continued, looking down at his feet and you were surprised he was being so nervous. Roger was the most confident guy you knew, after Freddie, and he barely ever got nervous.

He sighed "This is harder than I thought"

You raised an eyebrow and said "I feel as if you're bout to tell me you got a life-threatening disease or you're moving to like Antarctica, or something"

He gave you an annoyed look. You asked "What are you on about?"

"Maybe you'd be able to tell if you let me finish" He groaned.