What is happening in his head? [Poger]

The Lovely Week

Roger and Pete woke up in each other's arms. The first to open his eyes was Roger who stared at Pete with detain.

His eyes were closed and emanated a sensation of softness, with his dark eyelashes decorating his white complexion. His lips were half-open, glowing and delicate.

Roger had a strange desire to want to kiss them...

He didn't know why, he felt tempted, although that he was the one who asked Pete to go more slowly. He doubts about doing it for a moment, but Pete looked so fucking cute by just being asleep, so the blonde couldn't resist.

He shyly got closer to Pete's face so he could leave a short and lovely kiss, but when he was about to do it he stood frozen in that position. Pete suddenly has opened his eyes.

The taller one already felt his band mate got closer to him, he just pretended to be asleep just to know what the blonde was about to do.

"Hello" Pete greeted with a mocking smile on his face. "What are you doing?" He asked like he didn't know.

"Uh... I-" Roger became totally nervous. His face had a noticeable blushing. "I wanted to know if you were awake" He widely smiled.

"And you thought I was the Sleeping Beauty to wake me up with a kiss?" He asked with a joke that made Roger blush even more, with not even thinking what the singer could do next. "I thought you wanted to go more slowly and calmly, but you ended up being a bit impatient, don't you?" He raised his dark eyebrows just to mock him, again, about his petition. "But I would gladly be your Sleeping Beauty to wake me up with kisses" A naughty smile was drawn in his lips.

Pete didn't even realize when he was already lying on the floor and that he dragged the sheets with him. But he could suppose how he ended up there because of the loud laughing from his beloved.

"Wasn't that going more slowly for ya?" Now Roger mocked the half-asleep Pete who was trying to get up.

Pete maliciously smiled and quickly got up from the floor and with the sheet he previously dragged, covered both of them. The dark-haired boy was over the blonde, they were under the cosy beige sheet.

"Will I get my kiss now?" Pete cheerfully asked, but Roger did not showed any excitement about it.

Roger really had to decide what he was feeling. A few minutes ago he was more than decided to give Pete a kiss, but when he asked for it Roger felt forced to correspond him by still feeling confused about those almost prohibited thoughts. He felt like he excited Pete, who already took confidence and this produced him a bit of guilt.

Pete just missed to give a glance to Roger –because he already had looked away- to notice that something wasn't going well. He didn't even need to understand what happened to Roger because it was really obvious.

Pete turned away from Roger pulling the sheet apart from the bed whispering an honest: "I'm sorry"

The curly-haired got up from his bed and headed to the door like trying to escape from the awkward situation that was created. But he came back, took Pete's shoulder, and with a warm and gentle smile he managed to calm the tension between them.

"Don't feel sorry, there's no reason to" He kindly said. "Now we better go downstairs to have a breakfast, I'm starving”

The two musicians were having their breakfast in Roger's kitchen, where there's a small table in the centre. The classic aroma of an English tea with toasts was present in every corner of the house.

They talked about not-so-important things like Pete's burned out toasts and important things, like the Who By Numbers sessions that would start after a short tour in a week.