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Darkness in the Dawn	By : rottengrl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Darkness in the Dawn
- 1
In a dark dusty room on the dreary tour of Sweden, Johnny Rotten stood on the edge of reality ready to make the leap into peaceful slumber.
A tapping sound, too wooden and unsteady to be a dripping faucet, pulled him back from the edge and forced him to the door of his hotel room.
He opened it to see the face of Sid Vicious.
“Whatcha want?” John growled softly.
“Locked out of my room,” he replied sheepishly. “Everyone is asleep. I tried the others, but no one answered their doors.”
The last of Sid’s explanations were said to the dark room as John had already abandoned the door, slipped back into the warmth of the bed, and left Sid to enter the room on his own.
Slipping off his persona, Sid dropped his leather jacket, dirty boots and dirty jeans into a heap on the floor before joining Johnny in the bed.
Within minutes sleep ate them up leaving only rattling snores as a reminder to the world that they still existed.
As the morning sun peaked under John’s eyelids he could feel his cock growing stiff and fat. Sid’s hand was wrapped warmly around it, stroking it to life.
Johnny was happy with this unexpected wake up call. Nothing new for either of them, but the habit long abandoned for drugs and Nancy. John ignored that reality as he enjoyed the feeling of Sid’s hand up and down his hard shaft.
He leaned his head onto Sid’s shoulders. His ass, rocking with the strokes, softly slapped against Sid’s cock and thighs.
“I want to fuck you John.”
Sid’s whispered excitement felt hot on John’s neck.
“No, it’s been too long. It’ll hurt.”
Suddenly Sid’s presence was gone. No Sid, no hand. Just John, alone in the bed.
“Well you don’t have to take it that badly,” he said softly into the room, not turning around to see Sid’s expression.
“I’ll be right there.”
Sid’s tone and distance suggested he had simply taken a moments refuge in the bathroom, not left in a sulk from John’s words. In a hurry he was back, pressed up against John and waving a small container in front of John’s face.
“Complimentary conditioner,” Sid said happily. “See, now it won’t hurt that bad.”
It was the emotional more than the physical pain John really feared, but his concerns buried themselves as Sid’s hand once again slipped up and down his cock.
The hand stopped. Fingers dug into John’s hips pulling him onto his back. In a flash Sid’s mouth sucked in his cock with a wet, sloppy, slurp.
John’s hips obediently snapped towards the pleasurable sensations.
“Mmmohhh,” John gurgled.
Sid’s mouth took the cock in full, hard strokes. His fingers sneaking in here and there to cover themselves in pre-cum and spit.
A finger boldy thrusted itself into John’s ass as Sid’s mouth engulfed his cock again and again.
Twisting and squirming John’s body danced to a soundless tune of joy.
“Ohh Sidday.”
Sid smiled at the silly pet name he had not heard in months. Everyone always thought John had led Sid around by the nose. John the sexless, emotionless, beast. Sid the dumb, star-struck fool. Sid knew better. John, his John, was as tough as an over-cooked noodle. The sex, once John had got past his own guilt, fear, fronting and bullshit, was amazing. A trip into John’s seductive, sensual, passionate side. Nothing hidden, nothing held back. He was Sid’s to do with as he pleased.
Two fingers now thrusted and scissored to the madding rhythm dancing over John’s cock. John’s knuckles white as his fingers twisted the bed sheets into swirls of tension.
Salty-sweet cum poured into Sid’s mouth as John’s high pitched whine poured into the room. Sid sucked, swallowed and licked John’s cock to a high shine.
Taking his time, Sid coated his cock, John’s ass and John’s thighs with the makeshift lubricant. Any excuse to rub John’s overly sensitive skin, and hear more whines and moans drip from John’s throat.
Retracing familiar ground Sid’s cock slid in easily as he hung over John. He pushed in hard but then stopped himself quickly. The urge to spill, right there right then, overwhelming.
“So fucking hot and tight. Thought I might explode on impact.” His whispered explanations disappearing into John’s neck.
John giggled a shy giggle.
His legs drifted up wrapping themselves around Sid’s skinny frame. His feet resting on Sid’s ass. Sid noted silently that they had rested there so often there should have been an indentation from them by now.
Their bodies reacquainted themselves. Hipbones meeting hipbones. Balls slapping ass. Fingers grabbing skin. Cheap bed springs squeaking. Lips locking in small kisses.
John’s fingers dug deep into Sid’s back. Moans and grunts spitting from his lips. The tightness and heat dragging Sid closer and closer to the edge of explosion. His thrusts spiraling out of control.
“Sidday,” John cried as a new wave of pleasure hit him. Each syllable cutting into Sid’s heightened nerves. Sid’s eyes rolled towards the ceiling as he released hard into John’s ass.
“Gawd. Mmm. Gawd Johnny.”
He had forgotten the way coming in John made him feel. The way John made him feel. Nothing touched it. Not even Nancy. Nothing, except for Heroin. Heroin was Johnny multiplied ad infinitum.
Slipping out of his body but not his arms Sid remained between John’s legs. His head resting against John’s skinny, concave chest.
A cigarette was lit, passing easily between them. They didn’t talk much. Never had.
A knock bounced from the door to walls of the dingy room.
“What?” John called out.
“Um, is Sid in there?”
Malcolm, bloody Malcolm.
“I’m here,” Sid called out.
“Early start boys. Meet in the lobby. Sid, we have to discuss your room.”
His voice sounded even more wobbly than usual, Sid thought to himself. Probably listened at the door. Probably heard everything. Probably came in his pants from excitement.
Mindlessly then dressed. No words. No sounds. No explanations or excuses.
“Couldn’t find any drugs hmm?” John said at last.
“When?”
“Last night. Your room. I heard noises. Fuckin whole hotel probably heard ya. So what was it you was missin? Drugs or Nancy?”
John’s eyes wanted to remain impassive but they could not conceal the hurt shimmering along their surface.
Sid stared at him unable to think of a proper answer.
“Never mind. Don’t matter anyway. Where’s there’s one there is always the other.”
John picked up his small bag, walked past Sid and out of the room.
Sid stared at the empty room. The room stared back offering nothing but silence.
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