Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Three

"Oh, NOW you love me, you ass—"

"Shut up! Fuck, I thought that's what you wanted to hear."

"Not with my hand on your dick, not really."

"Then what did you want me to say? 'Thanks for the hand job I really appreciate it'? I'll say that next time, thanks for the feedback."

You sighed, slowing your hand enough that you might continue the conversation in a different manner. You were done arguing. You leaned in, nuzzling against his neck as you kissed along his jawline. His skin was salty with sweat and it made you decide that fairly soon, you should undress him. "Rog...are you comfortable? Does it still feel good?"

He didn't answer. He was pouting now and you could tell by his change in demeanor that you had upset him. It wasn't intentional, but it had frightened you. He wasn't supposed to say he loved you, was he? But you also supposed that you two were way past the "just friends" stage. "Roger..." you cooed and he still said nothing. He only tilted his head back to allow you better access. You gently kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear and felt him shiver, "fine then, if you aren't going to answer me..."

You removed your hand and he sat up, "okay," he said exasperatedly, "nowI'll talk. I can't fucking believeI said that to you and you won't even say it back! For once, one time in my life I decided to be real with one fucking person and it bit me in the ass. I'm never making that mistake again! I'll just keep my head down and mind my own business..."

He grumbled a few more sentences under his breath and you listened carefully before taking his face into your hands, "Roger, look at me. I'm sorry, alright? I'm just...I-I'm scared. The truth is, I love you too. Maybe I didn't love you this way at first, but I alwayscared about you. The point is, I love you now. I fell in love with you, Roger. You made me fall in love with you."

Roger's eyes softened and he smiled, giving you a toothy grin, "I actually didn't think you'd ever say it back."

"Really?" You tilted your head to the side, "why's that?"

"Because every time I turn around you're telling me that you hate me."

"That's a joke, Roger."

"I know. I knew you never meant it. I just wanted to hear you say the words out loud."

You smiled down at him and pecked his lips, "I love you."

The two of you sat in awkward silence for several moments after you'd shared a few more gentle kisses. Roger didn't know where you stood on this anymore. He had to ask, "So, were you going to get undressed, or...?"

You drew back from him as if you'd been burned, "oh, um...."

"What? We've been naked around each other before. Why's this any different?"

"Not completely naked, no. And you're going to do that thing where you look at me, just like how you're doing now!" You pointed at him frntically, "you're doing it right now!"

Roger scoffed, "doing what?!"

"That face! That face you're making! You're going to want to look at me like that..."

Roger let out a gentle sigh, "of course I'm going to want to look at you. We're having sex, remember?"

You glared and Roger prepared himself to be swatted again, but to his surprise, you didn't do so. You just looked at him, "but it was different when we were just friends. Roger, I'm not....I don't really like....uh..." Roger could tell you were struggling. He couldn't bare to watch it anymore. All this time, he'd had his suspicions. This only confirmed them. He knew exactly what it was that was bothering you.