A N G E L (Roger Daltrey)

Sixteen

Sexual tension/potentially offensive themes ahead.
Janice's POV

We ended up sitting in the pizza joint until our food had settled enough to walk back to the hotel, and even so, I was uncomfortably full the whole way.

John and Keith followed Roger and I into our room, but Pete wanted to be alone for a while. He said his head was hurting.

I flopped onto the bed and spread out like a starfish. John gave me a shove and laid beside me, curling up on his left side to face me. Keith joined us then, spooning John.

"Ew, bloody homo!" John elbowed Keith, who laughed and kissed his cheek. John wiped the kiss off, cringing.

"Ew!" I added. I scooted away from them.

Roger stood on my side of the bed, staring at the three of us.

"Come on, lovey, might as well join us!" I beckoned him.

"I don't know how I feel about, er, what's that word you used earlier, Jan? Canoeing?" He tugged at one of his curls.

"Canoodling?" I laughed.

"Yeh, I dunno how I feel about canoodling my mates."

We all laughed then, making poor Rog blush a bit.

"Come on, sexy," I said in a forced seductive voice, only to snort ungracefully and burst into laughter again.

"Fine," he gave in. This time, it was his turn to shove me. He pushed me towards John and wrapped himself around me, his warm hands coming to rest one on my stomach, the other on my breast.

I found myself looking straight into John's pale blue eyes then, and giggled softly, my heart speeding up. He was handsome in such a unique way. He smiled at me, a gentle curling of his pink lips that didn't quite reach his eyes.

I slid my hand towards his, which was resting up by his face. We linked our pinkies together and I closed my eyes. One more second of looking at him and I don't even know what I'd do. I tried to cram the thoughts out of my head.

I teasingly shook my rear against Roger, causing his breath to catch. The hand that laid on my stomach dropped a little lower to my pelvis and he pushed me against him, gently rolling his hips once.

"Hey, what're you two doing?" John asked lowly.

"Oh, he's just molesting me is all." I deadpanned.

"I am not!" He squeezed my breast, causing my to screech in surprise.

"I dunno, that looks like molestation to me." John said, chuckling.

"Are we all about to fuck right now?" Keith asked excitedly from his place behind John, sitting bolt upright.

"NO!" The three of us cried in unison.

"God, Keith, what are you? Gay?" I asked through my laughter.

"No," Keith pouted, "just horny."

"Freak." John put his hand on top of mine, entwining our fingers.

There was a knock at the door then, and we all split like we were dodging bullets.

"I'll get it!" Keith vaulted over the chair and threw open the door. Pete stood there, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Have any of you got an aspirin or something?" He asked, his eyes closed.

"Yeah, let me check my purse." I walked over to the dresser and picked up the macrame bag. "Oh, you can come in. Here, have a seat." I directed him to the chair Keith has just sailed over.

"What're you bastards doing in here anyways?" Pete asked warily. "Feels like I've just walked in on a crime scene. Or a porno."

"Definitely a porno." Keith said nonchalantly.

I rolled my eyes, finally having produced two aspirin from my purse, and dropped them into Pete's hand.

"Thanks." He swallowed them both dry. I cringed. I had a hard enough time swallowing pills with water.

"We're not doing anything fruity, just so you know." I told him.

"Mhm." He hummed, unconvinced.

"We're not!" I exclaimed defensively. "Oh, my God! The cookies!"

"Cookies?" Keith hopped over to me.

"They're not for you." I swatted him away like a pesky gnat, then pulled the bag of cookies from my purse.

"I made you some cookies, Rog," I said, blushing. I deposited the bag into his waiting hands.

"Wow, thank you!" he replied earnestly, gratitude shining in his baby blues. Ugh, I could totally just kiss him. So I did. "Nobody ever makes me anything." he said softly.

"Aw, honey, I'll make ya things all the time! Handmade gifts are, like, my thing." I smiled sweetly at him. 

"Well thank you." He opened the bag and pulled out a cookie, which was a little smashed from being in my purse. "Yum, these are fantastic, Jan!"

"Oh, thanks!" I said humbly, digging my heel into the carpet in that way Nancy always does. Maybe living with her was rubbing off on me. 

"Can I have one? Please?" Keith begged, eyes flitting between Rog and me.

"Half." Roger said. "And only if you beg like a dog."

Everyone laughed, but Keith immediately dropped to his knees, holding up his "paws" and tilting his head to one side. He panted, tongue hanging out, and even gave a little yip for good measure. Everyone laughed harder, but Keith just glowed, reveling in the attention. 

"Alright, here ya go, Moonie." Roger held half a cookie out to him and he jumped up out of the floor, snapping the cookie out of his bandmate's hand with his teeth. "Bloody 'ell, don't take my fingers too!" He shook his hand around dramatically.

"'S'not fair." John said quietly.

"What's not fair?" I asked. I think I was the only one that heard him.

"That they get cookies and I don't." He shrugged.

"Well they're mine, and there's not enough of 'em to go round." Rog took a protective stance over the little plastic baggie. 

"Hey, it's okay!" I smiled, trying to break the sudden tension. "I'll make more for next time. We'll be swimming in cookies!" I had a feeling this was less about cookies and more about John feeling forgotten, though, so I added, "Nobody here is any more or less important than anyone else, my bad for not considering the whole band."

Apparently, that was all John needed to hear. The hostile undertone melted right off of him and he returned to his usual state.

"Boys, I'll be right back. I'm going to go call Nancy. Pete, can I borrow your room for a sec? I don't want you all eavesdropping on my personal business."

"Sure, but make it quick if you can, I want to go lie back down and finish getting rid of this headache." He pulled the room key out of his pocket and handed it to me.