This is a Roger x Pete one-shot
(the term queer is used to refer to sexuality)
꧁ 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿: 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟳꧂
It was a warm spring day in London.
The bare trees were starting to blossom. The birds were high up in the sky, whistling snippets of harmonious tunes. Small animals crawled out of their dens and into the daylight, scavenging the lush green lands for food.
Pete and Roger were walking through a park near the coast of Brighton, observing every corner that was brimming with life. The air smelled like the crisp salt of the sea. Roger sucked in the wafting scent like sweet perfume and followed Pete to a wooden bench. They sat down and stretched out, their backs rested against wooden slats.
The two musicians were on a break from the last couple of shows and they were enjoying their time in the park. Even though everything about the place was wonderful, Roger couldn't help but feel tentative.
Ever since he met Pete, Roger had a special liking for him. Pete was tall, feminine, and graceful. Pete's face was oval-shaped but perfected by plump lips and delicate eyelashes that curled around his eyes. Pete had an indescribable aura that Roger wanted to savor every moment with him. It was no wonder that as the years went by he started to develop strange and incredible feelings whenever Pete walked across his path. From his cerulean eyes to the shape of his nose, Roger felt like he was falling through a never-ending abyss where he felt more and more in love with his bandmate.
Roger averted his head to watch residents recreate in the park. The pressure of touring and shows was already too much. He should know better than to consider another relationship. But still, the feeling of something important nagged at his throat.
Sometimes Roger wondered if he was queer. He knew he didn't feel attraction to men when he was younger, but he knew this was different. He focused on a small group of boys playing football. He looked on to them, almost yearningly, hoping for a sign of recognition. Hoping he could return to a simpler time when the stress of young adulthood had not crept up upon him.
A few moments later, Pete lightly nudged Roger's shoulder. Roger turns to Pete who has a look of wonder in his eyes. "Can I show you something?" Pete asks his voice like a melody in Rogers's ears. Roger would usually say yes to the taller man. However, Roger thinks for a moment unsure of what Pete would get him into. Pete's eyes compelled him like the Brighton sea. He doesn't have to say anything to comply with Pete's offer.
Pete stood up and immediately seized Rogers's wrist. Roger felt his cheeks heat up as he followed Pete. As they walked through the park, the number of trees increased, and the sounds of people talking and birds chirping waned. After what seemed like hours upon hours of walking, the two men finally reached their destination.
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They were near a pond with a medium-sized gazebo sitting in front of it. The pond shone iridescently in the sunlight and the tower-like structure of the gazebo stood firm and tall in the air. Clustered anemones surrounded the bank of the pond and trailing vines were strewn across the columns of the gazebo. Looking down into the pond, Roger could see the reflections of the rocks and little fishes swimming in the blue haze. The fish were lean and large, with pretty colorful scales. "This is beautiful!"
"You want to see something more beautiful Daltrey!" Pete pulls Roger forward and leads him to the gazebo. A bench carved out of the finest wood is displayed for them. Pete beckons Daltrey to sit next to him. Roger sits close, however, he was apprehensive about what might happen next. Pete reached into his coat pocket to produce a bag of Chinese Snow Peas. He grabbed a handful of peas and tossed them to the fish below. He gives some to Roger who also throws them to the fishes.
At that moment, Roger couldn't help but think that Pete looked cute. His smile was big and bright, his eyelashes complemented his face, and his hair was messy and caught in the wind. Guilt started to plague Roger and he averted his head. Why couldn't he just stop mindlessly staring at him?
Pete noticed that he looked rather bothered and asked "You ok?" Roger freezes for a moment, scared that Pete recognized something was off about him. "Don't worry mate I'm alright. Just a bit of a headache that's all. " " Well, you seem rather agitated, especially when we got here." Roger thinks about what to say next so Pete won't further instigate the conversation. "I'll be fine as soon as we start touring again."
It wasn't clear before, but Roger felt his desire for Pete growing stronger. He felt like a magnet was pulling at his heartstrings and compelling him to get even closer to his bandmate. It began to plague his mind and every single thought he had, waiting for him to trip up his words and spill out the thoughts that had been stored inside for years.
Roger and Pete continued throwing peas at the fish until all of them were gone. Bored, Pete let out a yawn and reclined back on the bench face turned. Little did Roger know, Pete smiled and moved closer to the bench. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Roger.
Roger quivered as he felt a little uncomfortable with Pete's presence. He was too close and the space between them was unbearable. He felt himself cracking under the pressure and wanted to kiss him already. Pete rested his arm over the bench, fingers nearly grazing Roger's shoulders. Pete hummed to himself and he said, "The Spring is very nice isn't it Rog." "Yeah," Roger replied. "All these trees, flowers, and animals, who could ask for more, am I right." Roger nodded. Pete let out a laugh and looked at him again.
His face looked so kissable and Roger didn't know if it was appropriate to say anything. "Do you want a snack?" Roger realized that he had not eaten in a few hours and that he desperately needed food.
Pete got up and left the place he was sitting in. He looked towards Roger and gave him one of his most handsome-looking faces that sent Roger slightly blushing "I'll get us both pretzels" "Alright mate" Pete turned away from the base of the pond into the deep brush of the forest and trees.
Roger took a couple of seconds to process what had happened. "What's Pete playing at?"
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Pete arrived with two large, salted pretzels in his hands. He walked over to the bench and handed one to Roger. Roger thanked him. The pretzel, unlike in usual vendors felt soft and smelled like freshly baked bread. Roger immediately took a huge bite. The smooth, buttery texture of the pretzel quelled him and made him feel tangy inside. The taste was so invigorating that it almost made him forget about his worries.
"Good!" Pete exclaimed. "yes," Roger replied. Roger then noticed Pete's hand slither across the bench and close to his shoulder. Roger opened his mouth as if he had something to say, but then closed it as he didn't want to start trouble.
Tension was palpable between Roger and Pete as they sat in silence. Roger wondered if something could happen and dissolving their peace. There was a long period of time when Roger and Pete did not speak and just stared out into the distance. Roger recounted his thoughts and wondered if they should just let the beans spill already. But Roger was afraid of the consequences. He couldn't just confess his feelings, especially when being queer or anything of the sort was still strongly abhorred. He looked into Pete's crystalline eyes, diamond-shaped, and never wrong. They beckoned him again and urged him to speak.
"Pete...I don't think I have been honest with you lately." Pete perks up. "I have been hiding something for years, something very important that I just haven't found the right time to say it till now."
Roger started "Since the day we met I couldn't help but feel a little strangely towards you. I didn't understand for a while but now I do. I like you, Pete, not as a friend but as a lover."
Roger waited for Pete to reject him. To tell him that he likes him but not in that way. Call him a slur and kick him out of the band. They'll hire a new guy as a singer. And Roger would end up with nothing. He'd have to return to his old routines and work at that metal factory again.
Pete spoke up. "That's funny Roger because...I like you too." Rogers's eyes grew big. Sudden relief washed over his entire body in bowels of excitement. "Really?" he says smiling. "Yeah," Pete says. They look at each other for a few seconds figuring out what to do next since the wall between them was lifted. "Can I kiss you?" Roger asks politely. Pete nods as if waiting his whole life for this to happen.
Roger moves in only a few millimeters apart from Pete. He presses the pad of his thumb against his cheek. Pete giggles and blushes a little bit. Roger decides to go in, pressing his lips against his. Pure bliss washes over them and the butterflies that had long been ignored, fly up again. Pete's lips are parted and kiss Roger with all of his love. It felt hazy but in a good way, both of them never wanting the moment to end. It felt like thousands of years they were kissing.
They felt like teenagers again and they smiled at each other stupidly. Their hands touch and Pete is the first one to wrap his fingers around Rogers. "God!" they think to themselves. "How the hell did we get here?"
Roger kisses Pete, this time with more passion. He gently glides his fingers across Pete's back, feeling the fine fibers of Pete's suit. He leans a little into Pete so he can get more friction. Rogers feels Pete hold his waist in order to support him. Roger moves his hands to Pete's face and holds him strongly. Roger broke the quiz to pepper Pete's nose with light and gentle kisses. Pete chuckled and purred softly until Roger's head came to rest at his collarbone. Roger gently held Pete's hand and Pete squeezed his lightly. Roger looks up at Pete and softly asks: "Where to now,?" "Home."
(A/N: ... So this is my second attempt at actually writing something and surprisingly this didn't turn out half bad lmao)