A Roger Taylor Collection

Rog-Shots #4 - A Cock & Some Cigarettes

Circa. 1976

Why does Roger Taylor smoke?

Maybe it was the way the pack of Marlboro's was always secure in his back pocket, right next to his trusty lighter that never seemed to leave his person unless he had to refill it. Maybe it was the feeling of opening that new pack and seeing the alignment of those sticks huddled together in such a small cozy space, that made him think of touch and closeness. Maybe it was that satisfying click of a light cap and the turn of the switch that makes smoking possible at any moment.

Maybe it was the way the smoke tasted on his lips, or the relaxed feeling he got when he finally took a puff.

Or maybe it was the way she did it. Y/N.

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As Roger had turned the corner of the recording studios alleyway, he expected to be alone—but he wasn't this time. A pretty girl was there with her lips sinfully wrapping around that stick. Every time she pulled it out of her mouth, she licked the spot to taste the sweet chemical it left behind—something that he did often.

He was distracted for a mere moment before he patted himself down for his pack, alas, it was missing and he most likely left it inside with the rest of his stuff. Roger cursed under his breath, "Bollocks..."

He leaned against the brick wall and rubbed his temple, the only reason he came out here was to have a smoke after Freddie took the piss out of him all day; one way to piss Roger off to the ends of the earth is to waste his time. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He didn't want to go back inside, he also needed a smoke. What should he do? He has two cho—

"Y'know...we can share my last one if you'd like?" A female voice said now very close to him. When he opened his eyes he saw the pretty girl there, holding out the fag between her fingers toward him with a killer smile.

Correction: Three choices. One is looking better than the other two.

Roger smirked and plucked the cigarette from her fingers, pressing it to his lips, "You don't mind?" She licked her lips, making his attention go there for a moment, she noticed that.

"Mmmhmm, I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to give away my last one to some tosser on the street" He bit his lip as she leaned her shoulder on the cold wet brick of the building, standing next to him. Roger passed it over to her and mirrored what she was doing, only he was about 7 inches taller than her even in her go-go boots.

He chuckles, "Do you always share your smokes with strangers?" Her eyes twinkled with amusement. She was wearing a colorful t-shirt that said 'Woodstock' across the chest and worn out bellbottom jeans that covered here purple-ish go-go boots.

"Only when I feel like it can benefit me as well" She smirked. Immediately they hit it off with some playful banter.

Roger took it back after she was done and watched her lips as she swirled the smoke with her tongue on its way out, creating a little spiral movement.

"Mmmm, so y'r using me?" He spoke around the stick playfully, somehow their faces are getting closer yet they both don't seem to notice just yet.

She faked a gasp, "Why would I ever!" The pretty girl plucked the cigarette from his mouth and wrapped her lips around it again, and grinned cheekily; she could see him staring.

"A girl as good looking as you... I don't mind being used" He shot her that famous 'Roger Taylor sealing the deal in the sack' look and bit his lip. She rolled her eyes and put the smoke stick back into his mouth. She is hot! of course, he is going to flirt with her.