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The Long and Winding Road	By : rottengrl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 1696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Sex Pistols. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Connie sat up and squinted at the hotel room. The decorations and furniture seemed familiar but the various bits and pieces strewn around the room were not. Nope this was definitely not her room. She could hear a snore coming from the a large lump of blankets on the couch. She took a wild guess that this particular room belonged to that particular collection of blankets.
The first things she had actually noticed upon waking up was that her clothes were in place, her head was filled with broken glass and her mouth was covered in ash. She had definitely had way to much to drink. Luckily, it would seem, the man whom she had taken her drunkenness out on had not taken advantage of the situation. Instead he had listened to her rant and rave and even made sure she slept off the worse of her condition. Well, almost the worst of her condition. Now she was left with a throbbing head and a queasy stomach. The small move she made towards the light near the bed reminded her just how much of her drinking condition was left. With a quick hop she struggled out of bed and into the bathroom. It was going to be a very long, very painful day.

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He could tell she wanted to talk. Johnny laid on his back in Nora’s bed staring at the ceiling and listening to her breathing. It had been an odd reunion upon his return from Sweden. The cloud of impending fatherhood that had hung over his head during the trip evaporated in the living room of Nora’s house. Words like, “fell, lost, blood, miscarriage, doctors,” swam through his mind and he attempted to soak them in. He was not sure what to do or how to feel. He offered her comfort which had turned very quickly into kisses and sex. Well sex for him really. Her body was still to bruised and sore from the fall and the doctor’s “cleaning up.” All the words reminded him too much of what he had witnessed with his mother growing up. He pushed it out of his mind and listened to Nora’s mind churning away as she formulated what she wanted to say. When she did speak however, it was not of relationships or children or protection, topics Johnny was sure ware coming. Instead the conversation took a surprising turn.
“You are friends with John…what do you call him? Rambo?”
“Uh yeah. Were mates. I’m friends with lots of Johns. John Grey, John Beverly, John Wobble….Lots of Johns.”
“How long have you and Rambo been friends?”
“Uhh I don’t know. He was my brother’s friend first so he just has always been around. Why? He bothered you or something?”
This strange line of questioning was causing Johnny’s chest to tighten.
“No. He is quiet the few times I have met him. You like him?”
“Sure. I mean he’s my mate isn’t he?”
“I mean you like him. You sleep with him. Have the sex with him?”
The question sat on Johnny’s chest blocking his airways. How did she know? Did it show? Was it a comment on his performance in bed with her? He blinked rapidly trying to think of a response. He had two choices. Bluff his way out of it or tell her the truth. He wanted to tell her the truth. He liked her, more than any girl he had ever met. She was different. He wanted to trust her and believe that she would not break that trust. And, he wanted her to see the real him, even if he was unsure who the real person was deep inside of himself.
“Yes,” he said finally. “How did you know?”
“I saw you. Before Sweden. Here. I didn’t mean to. I heard arguing and followed the sounds.”
He blushed a hot read imagining what she must have seen. How he had wanted it. How Rammy had given it to him.
“Sorry,” he said meekly.
“Do you do this with other boys?” she asked.
“What? No. It is nothing like that. It’s just messing around. It is not something I plan to do again.” he surprised himself by saying this. He wondered if it was true.
“Do you love him?”
“No,” he said slightly annoyed. “I told ya, were mates that’s all.” He got up and began to get dressed. He put on his underwear and began to button up his white shirt.
“It is okay. I don’t care if you like the boys.”
“I don’t like the boys,” he said back in a German accent. “I like the girls. It is not like we have ever fucked each other or anything. It was just kids messing around. But, were not kids no more so it won’t be happening no more.”
She rolled over unto her stomach watching him button his shirt.
“So you are not a kid anymore?” she asked him in a teasing voice. “You are man?”
He stopped buttoning and looked at her with a mean smirk, “well baby I was man enough to almost be a dada now wasn’t I?”
She ignored him for a moment. Watching him should could see that he was indeed leaving his younger self behind. All the stress of the band. The hard nights of parties, drugs, sex were catching up to him. Even with his anger and intelligence there was a playfulness and innocence about him that drew people to him. It was one of the many qualities that she found herself being drawn back to time and time again. But, now she worried that she and so many others were guilty of soaking in his youth and drying it up. She wanted so badly to protect him and sooth him and care for him. But, he never let her in. In fact he never really let anyone in. Maybe his mother but, he rarely talked about her to anyone else.
He stood next to the bed staring at her. She had a look of sadness and concentration on her face. Her legs were in the air behind her looking long and lean and beautiful. She looked up at him and he stared back at her with his beautiful blue eyes and pouting lips. His shirt was buttoned crooked and his hair, now a bright orange, stood in all directions.
She moved over to where he stood and pulled him to her by his hips. She kissed his thighs.
“But you have already,” he started but lost the words as he felt her hot breath permeating the thin fabric of his underwear near his cock. She slid down his underwear running her tongue up the outside of his now hard cock. He sighed a little grabbing at her hair.
She pushed herself off the bed and moved Johnny onto the bed in place of where she had been. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed and she got on her knees in front of him. He felt completely turned on. Her fingers ran up the top of his thighs while her thumbs ran along the inside of his thighs. She moved forward and cupped both of his balls in her wet mouth causing him to give a small cry of pleasure. She was sure this was uncharted territory for his Rambo. Smiling to herself she licked each ball in turn while lightly running her fingers over his cock. She could feel the juices running from the head of his cock and she used that along his shaft making her fingers glide in smooth motions. He moaned a little taking in the sensations.
Rising up more on her knees she ran her tongue on the outside and inside of his cock fondling his ball. She then gave short licks playing with her tongue around the head of his cock. Finally she took him completely into her mouth giving long deliberate strokes over and over again. He drew in his breath and gave a strong cry as she tasted his salty cum in her mouth. She swallowed him down cleaning him with her tongue.
He lay there with his eyes shut for several minutes. She got off of her knees and laid beside him. He opened his eyes and smiled warmly at her kissing her head, her cheeks and her mouth.
“Wow! What did I do to deserve that?”
She laughed but said nothing.
“You know I have to confess,” he said looking her with open inviting eyes. “I was sad to hear about the baby but relieved as well. Does that sound terrible.”
“No,” she said quietly. “I understand. It would have been a lot to take on.”
“And I would have taken it on you know. I wouldn’t have shirked.”
“I know. I have no doubts about that.”
She kissed his cheek.
“Man. That really was amazing.”
“Well. I thin your amazing,” she said kicking herself as she did. She knew it was too intimate for him. To close to an admission of love. She knew he would hate hearing words like that.
“Well make sure you let Malcolm know that though I doubt he would agree with you.” He sat up and began to button his shirt this time getting it right.
She could have cried. For a moment they were together and now she had let him slip away once again.
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