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Title: Remember
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roger/Pete
Time Period: Around 1971
Warnings: Sex, swearing lots of angst and hate
Disclaimer: I don't own the Who (if I did, that would be the best thing ever) and none of this happened.
Summary: There really isn't a proper plot just a lot of hate love going on...
"Roger, oh fuck..." He throws back his head in a moan as I take him in my mouth.
Like that do we? I think to myself as I please the royal fucking highness Pete Townshend using my tongue and hand. I feel his hand twist my hair roughly. He wasn't a nice drunk at all and I would prefer if he didn't drink, but he didn't want me at all sober.
"Faster Daltrey!" He orders shoving himself farther in my mouth.
The last words he said to me echo in my head. I don't fucking love you. You're just a fucking toy, just a pretty blond toy at my disposal. Now on your knees.
Just a toy huh? JUST A FUCKING TOY! I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S THE TOY! I tell myself and please the brunette until he comes into my mouth.
Once he was done I get up and make a display of spitting the contents of my mouth on to the carpet of the hotel room. I then look into his eyes and on the outside of those blue eyes I see anger, but having been used to seeing those blue eyes for almost every single day for eight years, I see beyond that. Inside them is hurt, is pain, is the feeling of worthlessness, just like he made me feel when he called me a toy tonight, the feeling when he said I was worthless those other nights, that he was ashamed of me, that I was nothing to him, that I was disposable.
"You better clean that up, I would feel sorry for the poor maid that has to clean that." He growls at me.
"Yeah well, don't like it get a new one." I was referring to a new man-whore for the royal highness but it want above his head, or he chose to ignore it.
I grab him and shove him on to the bed. I knew that surprised him, the royal highness was used to doing the fucking, not being fucked, but tonight I'm going to show him what's it like to be his fucking boy-toy.
"What are you doing, Daltrey?!" He growls. He tries to get up, but I pin him down.
"I'm just a fucking toy to you Townshend. I'll show you what's it like to be your toy. Don't worry, it'll only hurt a lot." I tell him as I take my pants off.
"I'm not playing this game with you Daltrey!" He snaps.
"No, you're not, because this isn't a game, a game is what nice friends play together. No, this isn't a game Townshend, this is what you fucking deserve." I tell him as I straddle him.
"Roger get the fuck off of me!" He yells trying to fight my grip of him.
"Do you remember the first time, Pete?" I ask him as I use both of my hands to pin him down roughly.
"No"
"NOOOO. OF COURSE YOU DON'T. YOU SELFISH BASTARD!" I yell and thrust into him, making him scream.
"Roger, please," He starts to beg. The royal highness is begging me, this is a first, normally it's the other way around.
"When was it again?" I ask
"I don't remember Roger" he says
"YES, YOU BLOODY WELL DO YOU LYING GIT!" I yell and thrust again.
"OKAY! I DO! It was around the time I wrote I Can See For Miles, and you were sick from that photo shoot..."
"See is that so hard? And what happened Pete?"
"I'm sorry Roger," He says, "I'm so so sorry,"
"I DON'T WANT A FUCKIN' PATHETIC APOLOGY! WHAT HAPPEN?" I yell giving him another rough thrust, this being the last one to get all the way inside him.
He screams, then says, "I-I came to check on you, cause I knew you were sick, and we... Roger, please, I'm sorry for calling you a toy."
"What did we do?" I ask pulling out slightly and getting ready to thrust into him again.
"We made love, okay. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't what the hell ever you want to call what we've been doing lately. It was love then..."
"And what happen to that? What happen to make me a fucking toy?" I ask realising how sad my voice sounded once it was out in the open.
"I don't know..." He says, "But please don't stop, it feels so good, Roger."
I start to give regular thrust into him, with him moaning and thrust back.
"I do love you," He cries out suddenly
"No you don't, you lying fuck," I say giving one last thrust than came inside him. I fall on top of him, panting.
I finally find strength to pull out of him and roll over, my back to him. The tears that had been threatening to fall since he had said those awful things to me find there way to the surface and start rolling down my cheeks.
I feel him shift on the bed and I hope he was getting up to leave, but I feel his hand on my shoulder.
"Roger, look, I'm really sor-"
"No you aren't. You do the same thing over and over again. As soon as tomorrow comes you'll forget everything that happened and treat me like shit again." I say realising the tears must be showing in my voice.
"No, I won't let that happen this time," He says and I feel him nuzzle the back of my neck.
I'm not really sure if I should believe him or not and I thought I should probably shove him away, but I turned to look at him.
"Yeah, sure, Pete." I say
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me very sweetly.
"I love you," He says burying his face into my long hair.
What other opinion do I have than do reply, "I love you too," and take the guitarist that I do love in my arms...?