A N G E L (Roger Daltrey)

Five

Shittily written smut at the end, I apologize in advance.

Roger's POV

Janice raised her eyebrows at me, then dragged her hand across her face.

"Well?" I chuckled. I sidestepped past her into the bathroom, shrugging off my already-unbuttoned shirt.

"Uhhhhh," she drawled un-eloquently, "yeah. That's, that'd be pretty stellar, actually."

"Well, come on, then!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom, spinning her like a ballerina and shutting the door behind us.

I backed her up against the wall, trapping her by putting a hand up on either side of her. Her pretty, hazel eyes flitted between my blue ones, her lips parted, her breath shallow.

I dipped my head down closer, caressing her face with one hand, the other still on the wall.

"Holy shit." She whispered.

And then we were kissing.

She melted into me like the richest of chocolates, her small hands trailing up into my curls. She took fistfuls of them and raked her fingers through them. She clung to me like she was afraid I'd evaporate into mist, and I did the same to her.

With a final gentle peck to her sweet lips, I pulled away and pressed my forehead to hers, which was searing hot. She panted softly. Her eyes remained closed.

I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up. Her blue-tinted eyelids fluttered open.

"Jinkies, you're still here," a tiny smile danced at the corners of her mouth, "and my lipstick is all over you."

She rubbed her thumb over my lips and chin.

"Did you not expect me to be here?" I asked, kissing her thumb.

"No, really, I'm still pretty convinced I'm dreaming. What's the time?"

"Quarter past. What're you doing?" I looked at her confusedly as she counted her fingers and then outstretched a skinny arm, flipping the bathroom lights off, momentarily plunging us into darkness, and then back on again.

"I'm checking to see if I'm dreaming. Nobody can ever tell you the time in dreams. And light switches don't work. And you have too many fingers." She blabbered.

I laughed softly. "You're tripping."

"No, I read it in this book last summer—"

I cut her off by kissing her again, pulling her body flush to mine by her belt loops.

"Lose the pants, baby," I gave her ass a tap and turned around, sauntering over to the shower and starting the water. I stepped out of my own pants and turned around to see Janice in a black thong, the rest of her half in and half out of her white tube top.

Janice's POV

By the time I had wrestled myself out of my top, Roger was standing there in his underwear, the shower water running behind him.

"What's shakin', bacon?" I asked sheepishly.

"Your world, in a minute," he said lowly, stepping out of his skivvies. My gaze flickered down to his growing manhood. "My eyes are up here, doll."

"Doll. I like that." I smiled. I strutted over to him, confidence growing. I figured if I was gonna do my celebrity crush in the shower, I might as well lose any reservations.

He grabbed me by the waist then, yanking down the only fabric left on my body. My favorite black thong toppled to my ankles.

He pulled me into the shower. The hot water rained down on us, turning Roger's beautiful blond curls into a dark, straight mane not too unlike my own. His baby blues tore into me, looking me up and down. The water glistened in little droplets on his large cross necklace. If Tommy were a real person, this must've been him. See me feel me, indeed.

"You're actually an angel," I murmured in awe.

"Well this must be heaven, then, because I'm looking at an angel, too," he settled his hands on my ass and pulled me in, kissing me gently.

"Smooth moves, mister," I kissed him again, letting my fingers wander over his warm skin, trying to memorize the way it felt.

I knew that after tonight, my proverbial horse drawn carriage would be pumpkins and mice again, and I never wanted to forget the way his lips felt against mine, and the way he tasted of humanity in its purest form.

Our kissing evolved into lusty need, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bare stomach. I placed a soft kiss square in the middle of his chest, clutching his necklace momentarily. It was heavier than I expected.

I trailed slow kisses down his body until I was on my knees in front of him, water flowing into my face, running down my cheeks like tears.

I gazed up at him. "Can I?"

"God, I thought you'd never ask," he practically groaned.

Biting back a nervous smile, I grazed my fingers over his skin teasingly, slowly, finally settling them where he had (rather impatiently) been waiting for them to go.

I wrapped my hand around his length and began stroking, closing my eyes out of anxiety.

The sighs and groans coming from him made me glad I was on my knees or else I'd probably be concussed from fainting.

I opened my eyes to see his head leaned back slightly, his skin flushed.

Cautiously, I leaned closer and took him into my mouth. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid it was going to explode. I closed my eyes again.

His hand came down and tangled into my hair, fingers gently caressing the back of my head.

This was crazy. I was going crazy. No, don't let your stream of consciousness interfere with giving a rockstar a blowjob, Jan.

I kept going, using my hands as well, until he very suddenly pulled me to my feet by the hair he had wrapped in his hand.

"Wh—" I began.

"Please let me touch you," he cut me off, panting.

"I—okay!"

He put me against the shower wall then, and i flinched at the cold tile on my back. He kissed me passionately, running his finger over my soaked slit as he did.

"God, you're so wet," he groaned.

I gasped as he slipped his finger in, practically collapsing into his chest. Then, I reached into the small space between us, resuming pleasuring him.

I could tell he was getting close. What I didn't expect, however, was the dominance in his voice when he said,

"Get on your knees."

Obediently, I sank back to my knees in the shower floor.

"Open," he commanded, grabbing my chin.

I looked up at his face, my mouth open, smiling slightly, and eagerly let him finish himself into my mouth.
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I HATE WRITING SMUT THAT I WANT TO READ. I don't care to write it for other people or for the meme, but MAN this was hard because I was like how do I phrase this in a way that doesn't make me want to rip my own skin off? And it's still terrible. Oh well.