Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Eight

trigger warnings: mentions or rape/abuse, drug use and smut. 

Brian was about to pull his hand back, nearly seconds from doing so but just as he started to, Roger seized his wrist, "the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

The blonde hissed with rage as Brian tried to yank his wrist free from the tightening grip, "I apologize, Roger," Brian was panicking, "I didn't mean anything by it..."

You'd been so used to the way Roger would touch you while you were busy doing something else that you'd assumed that's who's hand had been on you. But as you turned, you'd come face to face with the realization that Brian had been, in fact, the one to reach out and touch you. You dropped your fork and the clatter didn't even make Roger flinch. Why was he behaving like this? It was so uncharacteristic of him...

But Freddie has been the initial fire starter. Roger could get out of hand quicker than a whip. It was shocking and as you watched Brian yet again try to pull his wrist free, you saw just how insecure Roger really was. "I don't fucking well care what you meant by it!" Roger growled as he gripped Brian's wrist a little tighter, "hands off!"

You let out a little whimper as you got up from the table and pushed yourself in between the fighting men, "Roger stop it!" You gave his chest a little push, "let him go. Don't hurt him or else you'll have to find a new guitarist."

"We're going to find one anyway," Roger snapped.

"Roger, shut up," you growled back at him and he finally let go of Brian.

Brian gasped in relief and started to rub at his red wrist, "fucking hell, Rog," he whispered in disbelief, "what was that about?"

You weren't paying any attention to Roger now. You pushed Brian's hand away from his injured wrist as you started to massage it for him, "you need to ice it, Bri," you told him and he nodded in agreement.

"There's some ice packs in the freezer already," he told you, "Or should be, at least."

You followed his direction and walked to the freezer, extracted a single ice pack and brought it to him.

Roger had sat himself down at the table and was nervously running his fingers through his hair. He hadn't meant to go off on Brian like that but how could he possibly know that Brian wasn't trying to take off with you too. He'd had his own worries about that. Never in his life had he expected Freddie to come out of the woodwork and set his sights on you. But Brian...

Roger was pissed. Before the two of you had become a couple, Brian had mentioned to him a few times how he'd like to ask you out on a date. Nothing serious, he'd said, just for dinner or something along those lines. Perhaps a movie. But nothing ever came of it. So, of course, when Brian touched you like that he'd read into it. He felt guilty, knowing you'd had no idea it was even Brian who'd been touching you, nor that you had a clue Brian even liked you in that way. But when he saw his best friend touching you he'd snapped. Just like how he'd wanted to at Freddie. But instead he took it out on Brian.

"Any better yet?" You asked Brian as you held the ice to his wrist for him.

"Yes, quite better, actually," he said as he smiled down at you, "thank you."

"I'm glad," you returned the smile.

"You've still got half a slice of pie over there," Brian noted, "perhaps you'd ought to have the rest now."

You nodded and went back to your seat, plopping down to finish the rest of your snack. You were so upset with Roger than you were afraid you wouldn't make it past the first forkful, but to your surprise, you managed to swallow and soon found yourself staring down an empty plate.