I Like Every Minute of the Day
Hello, I'm new here and I come bearing a story.
I'm not a great editor so it will more than likely have gammer and spelling mistakes, so sorry about that.
Anyways my favourite pairing is Poger and Jeith and I find Joger to be a good one too...
Title: I Like Every Minute of the Day
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13 Adult situations
Pairing: Roger/Pete (John/Roger, Keith/John and some Pete/Kenney [thats a different one] implied)
Time Period: Present day
Warnings: Guys kissing and swearing, thats about it really.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Who. And this didn't happen, (we can hope though...)
Summary: Roger continues Who traditions.
And so you see I'm completely crazy...
"Pete's gonna kill me" Roger thinks as he looks at Pete's house though the windshield of his car, but the thought doesn't stop him from punching the horn and grinning as a light flicks on in one of the windows. The curtains get pulled back and Roger waves as Pete and Rachel peer out the window at Roger's car. Pete flips Roger the bird as he disappears.
About a couple minutes later the front door opens and Pete stumbles out still half a sleep. He walks over to Roger's driver's side window and knocks.
"What the bloody hell Roger!?" Pete shouts as Roger rolls down the window (okay, press a button that rolls down the window; this new technology never stops to amaze the singer) "It's the middle of the bloody night! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
"Get in the car, Pete." Roger says smiling at the guitarist.
Pete mumbles some more profanities as he gets into the passenger seat.
"Want to go for a drive?" Roger ask not waiting for an answer as he puts the car into reverse and pulls out of Pete's driveway.
"What do you think you're doing?" Pete looks at the small blonde with the moon reflecting in his glasses "Waking me in the middle of the night and driving me to God-only-fucking-knows-where... This is new Daltrey. And this better not be a fucking joke or something equally stupid."
"I'm following a tradition..." Roger says
"You Daltrey's have some weird-assed traditions"
"It is a Who tradition."
"A Who tradition? Wake me in the middle of the night? Kidnapping me? What the bloody hell are you talking about!?"
"No need to get so excited Pete." Roger smirks "It was started by Keith, who would wake John and they would go drinking and..."
"Whatever John and Keith did has nothing to do with us."
"Will you listen? You always like stories-"
"Not ones from a Dip"
Roger smacks Pete in the back of the head, "Listen!"
Pete swears under his breathe and sinks into his seat moping.
"After Keith dead, John would come and wake me, needing some cheering up and to forget Keith or remember him, I'm not sure which-"
"WAIT!" Pete Yells "YOU AND JOHN!? ARE YOU SAYING YOU AND JOHN WOULD FUCK?!"
"Yes! Shut up will you! I'm explain why I woke you up."
"HOLD ON A SECOND! YOU AND JOHN?! WHEN DID THAT START?! WHERE WAS I?! I THOUGHT YOU ONLY LOVED ME?! YOU-"
"PETE! IT WAS REALLY NOTHING! John needed someone and it was after Keith died when YOU broke it off with me and started fucking the younger, prettier, drummer boy."
Pete looks at Roger and says very quietly "You knew about that?"
"It was so obvious. Why do you think I hated him so much?"
Pete goes quiet for a moment and just looks out the window.
"And I do only love you. If you don't count Heather..." Roger says
Pete looks at Roger, "I love you too. Kenney was just a thing, honest, Rog. So where are we going?"
"John said Keith and him would go get drunk and fuck in the Rolls Royce." Roger chuckles at the thought.
"What did you and John do?" Pete asks
Roger frowns "Do you really want to know?"
Pete looks at Roger, "Yes. I do."
"John would get drunk and high and fuck me and cry..."
"And you?"
"And I would be there for him..." Roger said it so quietly that Pete hardly heard it.
"You aren't tell me something." Pete says picking up on Roger's uneasiness.
Roger pulls the car over to the side of the road and gets out of the car without saying anything.
"Roger?" Pete says. Realizing the singer wasn't coming back he climbs out of the car and sees the singer waiting for him on a country trail. Pete followers Roger as they climb a rocky trail, disappearing into trees and brushes.
Pete, not as in shape as the singer, thought the walk would never end, but the trees and brushes eventually clear and Roger stops on an edge of a cliff.
Pete walks besides Roger and looks out over the cliff.
The people on the hill, they say I'm lazy...
Far below the cliff is the River Thames and beyond that is the lights of London. The dark river seemed to flow endlessly into the sky and the lights seem to intermix with the stars. You couldn't tell where the skyline ended and the city began nor could you tell the waves of the water from the light clouds in the sky. Depending on the point of view, you could be lost in the endless night sky or deep below the sea.
"Roger, it's beautiful..." Pete says looking into the endless sky or endless river.
"Thought you might like it." Roger smiles "You should see it why the sun raises."
"I would like that..." Pete says smiling back and pulling the singer into a hug.
Roger wraps his arms around Pete's waist.
"If we weren't so old, I would fuck you right now to be able to complete the tradition," Pete says kissing the singer, his singer, on the forehead.
Roger chuckles a little, "Doesn't mean you can't."
"You would like that, wouldn't you? To see me struggle."
Roger sits down on the edge of the cliff and Pete sits next to him.
They both stay quiet looking into the deep darkness.
Suddenly Pete hears sniffles and looks at the blonde. "Rog? What's wrong? Don't cry." Pete puts his arms around Roger and kisses his wet cheek.
"I s-should h-have been t-there." The singer sobs
"What? Been where?" Pete puts his hands on Roger's shoulders and looks into the fogged up lens of the older man's glasses. Pete takes Roger's glasses off so he could see into the reflective blue eyes without obstruction.
"F-for John. I-I s-shouldn't have left h-him that n-night."
"You were with him?" Pete feels anger raising at Roger "What happened then?"
"P-promise you won't get m-mad?"
"No. I promise I will get mad."
"I-I was with J-John that night and after he w-went through his n-n-normal routine he order me o-out. Started screamin' at me. 'O-out, out, out! Get the fuck away from m-me!' And he h-hit me and shove me out. A-a-and the next thing I k-knew was I was getting a c-call from y-you."
"WAS HE ACTING DIFFERENT?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE HIM IF HE WAS ACTING WEIRD? DAMNIT DALTREY! WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!? TELL ANYONE?! WE COULD HAVE FUCKING HELPED HIM!"
"Y-YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T GET M-MAD!"
"NO, I PROMISED I WOULD GET MAD!"
"WHY WOULD YOU PROMISE THAT?!"
"BECAUSE WHEN SOMEONE SAYS 'PROMISE ME YOU WON'T GET MAD' MEANS I'M GOING TO GET REALLY MAD ANY WAYS!"
Roger crosses his arms annoyed at Pete's sensibility and anger.
Pete takes a deep breathe and looks out into the open night sky and the bright full moon. He looks down into his hand at the round glasses and feels rain drops start to fall.
I can laugh in the snow and rain
I get a buzz from being cold and wet
Pete starts to laugh, not sure why at first, but he lets himself.
"Why are you laughing?" Roger asks.
Pete looks at him. Roger had brought his knees to his chest and was resting his cheek on them.
"You think this would get easier. And yet we seem to fight over things we can't change. Like the stutter in 'My Generation'. It's there, therefore it is and cannot be change. We cannot move the immovable, we cannot change what has already been written in stone. Yet we fight over it any ways."
Roger looks at Pete and smiles "I never know what you are talking about, I just like to listen to you talk."
Pete smiles back, "At you listen now."
"I always have, you just never listened to me."
"Yes I have."
"No. You started listen to me when, who was it that said 'let Roger win'?"
"I listen before that."
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!"
They both start laughing realizing that they were fighting again.
Pete leans over kissing Roger's cheek as the rain starts to come down in buckets loads.
"I'm sorry Pete."
"For what?"
"For John."
"I'm sorry for lots of things. It isn't going to change." Pete puts his arm around Roger and pulls him closer. Roger rests his head on Pete's shoulder and Pete in turn rests his head on the golden, wet, short curls. Looking into the stars (or the London light's since the rain clouds probably blocked out the real stars), Pete says, "At least John and Keith are together again in the heavens."
Roger nods his head "They've probably blown up our spot up there."
Pete laughs, "Knowing them, they've made a deal with the devil and we are so screwed."
Roger laughs this time then says, "As long as I'm with you," he hugs Pete back.
"I like every second, so long as you are on my mind. Every moment has its special charm. It's all right when you're around, rain or shine." Pete says
"Some people seem so obsessed with the morning
Get up early just to watch the sun rise
Some people like it more when there's fire in the sky
Worship the sun when its high
Some people go for those sultry evenings
Sipping cocktails in the grey, red, and blue
But I like every minute of the day" Roger says
"That was backwards, Rog."
"What was?"
"The colours. It supposed to go blue, red, and grey."
"That's what I said!"
"No, you said grey, red, and blue."
"No, I didn't, Blue doesn't rhyme with day, grey does!"
"You said grey first! Are you losing you mind in your old age?"
"I don't need a mind to know grey and day rhyme."
"Good. Because you never had one Dip."
"HEY!" Roger says pulling away and hitting Pete in the back of the head again.
Pete smiles, pulls Roger back, and kisses the singer on the lips.
The pleasure seems to balance out the pain
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