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Roger glowered at the massive luggage crowding the backstage, all John's of course. He has a cabinet for just his fucking shoes! "Do you have these in every colour?" He snipped at the bassist who merely glanced down at his own boots, turning a sparkly silver toe about his ankle before flatly replying. "Yes."
"Is that a problem?"
"No wonder the band has no fucking money, between having to buy a new hotel every few months, Pete drinking to his wage, and Middlesex Barbie here." Roger's firey temper often found footage in working class resentment. He'd been the one put on thin ice more than once with threats to send him back to the sheet metal factory.
"Y'know what is it always with wee folks bein so full of anger, you run outta room for the other stuff?" He smirked, unthreatened by any his act of brutishness. "You should try pickin on someone your own size."
Roger without hesitation fell into his teasing and glimpsing the spider dangling tantalizingly from his neck, yanked him by the chain down to eyelevel. So that's what that meant.
There was a quick 'ulp!', caught offguard, before the tables turned again and Roger's eyes bulged as John silenced him with a heady kiss. That bastard! He shoved him off, sputtering and spitting disgusted while John laughed and laughed. "You're so easy."
"I'm not if that's what you're thinking... I know some arseholes think I'm queer like the rest of you lot. Don't get the wrong idea alright." He sneered as if his whole body wasn't sparking with excitement.
John shrugged blamelessly, that sounded like a him problem. But John also didn't argue to the contrary. "Yer in a band."
"What's that got to do with anything!?"
"Well you n Pete are basically married."
"Pete was basically born divorced." By now Roger was rocket red and ready to shoot off.
God is he easy...
His fist moved towards John again- yet somehow it was Roger who ended up against the wall, eye to eye, feet dangling slightly. He blushed and opened and closed his mouth like a fish. This wasn't his game they were playing and he was out of his depth. Roger barely wriggled realizing this precarious position, feeling John's bulk, his heat, his- he was so so so so fucked oh my god. Until, his expression softened to a smirk, "I'll let you off the hook this time big boy Just because we love each other so much."
Roger shut his eyes and waited for the drop.