Smoke - RogerTaylor {mature}

7 - Starley night

"Wanna go outside with me for a smoke?"
I turned around in Rogers arms draping my arms around his neck "yeah".
He supported me while we walked through the door.
We sat down at a grassy hill, Roger leaned his back on the ground.
He took out a cig and his lighter.
While he tried to light it I looked up and asked "do you like... hate me?"
The alcohol had dissolved any filter on my speech.
Roger startled "what?" he gasped as his eyes widened.
"You've been avoiding me and you barely talked to me at all earlier" I pouted.
Roger was still staring at me, suddenly he hissed "ouch!"
He had burned his thumb.
"Ohh you" I said petting his arm.
He wildly flicked his hand around "ouch, fuck me, that hurts".
"Here" I said taking his hand and softly placing a kiss on the tip of his thumb.
When I looked up he was looking right at me with a satisfied expression on his face.
I rolled my eyes and laid down next to him.
We were quiet for a while just looking at the stars.

"I definitely do not hate you" Roger whispered.
"Okay good, but do me a favor will you" I whispered turning my head to him.
"Stop ignoring me".
Roger growled as a response "fine".
Silence again.
"I didn't mean to ignore you and I definitely didn't want to hurt your feelings it's just-" Roger sighed.
I turned on my side and slowly played with his hair.
Roger continued "I don't know what's wrong with me, but ever since the first time I saw you- I keep freezing up. When we talked outside the bar the other night, I fully realized how lovely you were and, I've never felt like this before".
"Wow you can talk" I said chuckling.
Roger rolled his eyes and turned his back to me.
I put my arm around him "so the alcohol is having an impact on you too huh?"
"At least I can walk" Roger growled with a raspy voice, turning back to face me.
I looked into his eyes.
One of his arms was under his head, the other resting on my lower waist.
My arm was laying on the ground gently curling his blonde hair into my fingers, my other hand on his right shoulder. Our legs laid intertwined on the grass.
We laid there like that for a moment. Perfectly still.

"Are you two having sex in the bushes like cavemen?" Freddies voice came crashing down on us.

Roger jerked up "fuck off Fred".

"You fuck off!" Freddie called out "now get your asses inside before you catch a cold, or something like... chlamydia".