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The Ballad of Johhny and Sid	By : rottengrl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 3164 -:- 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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“Move a little to the l-e-f-f-t. mmmm”
“Oh right there hmm?” Sid giggled into the room.
The winter had allowed them to close themselves away from the world and open themselves up each other. With their new found curiosity and confidence they set about testing and trying everything each had to offer. Everything that is, but the final threshold of actual sex. That was just something that, though they never talked about, neither was willing to go through with. Instead they plotted out the courses on each other’s bodies that provided maximum results in a minimum of time.
Sid was in heaven. John was his. Nobody else was around to distract him or convince him that anything they did together was wrong. Instead John gave himself over completely even nestling in and letting his soft side show through.
Cocooning themselves in their hovel they only poked their heads out long enough for food and the all important beer. Beyond those necessitates they spent most of their time in bed sleeping, playing and exploring.
“Wouldn’t you like it better if I touched you right about here,” Sid whispered before licking that spot near John’s left thigh that caused him to make gurgling noises.
John gurgled while his body twitched in happy appreciation. For all his verbal tirades it was John’s body that spoke the loudest when he was turned on.
A lick of that thigh produced gurgles…a kiss on his neck a sigh…a bite on his ear a moan that sent shivers through Sid’s body. Pushing against John brought slim fingers to Sid’s ass. John’s fingers were amazing, always grabbing, stroking, and working Sid’s skin to a heated frenzy.
But, none of that compared to John’s mouth. God! The things that mouth could do. Sure, at first John had choked and gagged in attempt to give Sid head. But, like always, give John enough time and a chance to practice and damn…the results were overwhelming.
Sid leaned heavily on top of John as he pushed and pushed himself against John’s skin.
“Can I slip it in?” he asked knowing John would understand what he meant. It was what they had come up with as an alternative to sex. Sid would place his cock between John’s tight thighs and get off at the contact. It was John’s suggestion actually. He said it was how all the Poufs used to do it back in the olden days. Sid liked it not only for how great it felt but for the fact that it brought him closer to John’s mouth when he was making those delicious sounds and closer to his face to let him see all the expressions John made. “I guess.” John said doing his usual routine of pretending it wasn’t what he wanted all along.
Smiling Sid moved himself and his extremely hard cock into position. John sucked in a breath as Sid’s cock and John’s balls made contact.
“Want you so badly baby,” Sid’s voice was loud as it spilled directly into John’s ear.
John answered by placing his hands on Sid’s back encouraging him forward. John’s equally hard cock was pressed between their bodies creating grunts from John as Sid made sure to carry him along through the hot ride.
“Like that John? Like that baby?”
Sid loved to talk during their sexual explorations. Maybe it compensated for the fact that John never did…not ever. For a usually verbal guy it was like sex stole his voice. So Sid talked telling John how sexy he was and how hot he made him and how much he liked everything they did together. He complimented John, teased John, questioned John. Sometimes John would relent and give a “to the left,” or “feels fine.” But, beyond those few syllables John reveled nothing. Nothing more than the grunts and moans Sid had to decode like a secret language.
One thing, one of the most important things, Sid had discovered about John however, was found out completely by accident. One night he had simply grabbed and pinned down John’s arms by the wrists. He only did it because John had been squirming so much. Suddenly the quiet form beneath him became a grunting, squirming, moaning, torrent of heat. John’s eyes glazed over with lust as his body bucked hard and he came…loudly. He didn’t even deny he had liked it just made sure to get into a similar position again whenever they were together. Sid decoded the silent message John was giving out by pinning down him as often as possible into whatever submissive poses he could get him into. And, every time…every bloody time…it worked like a charm. John would moan and groan and come hard dragging Sid along with him. His cock almost painfully hard from just seeing how excited it made John to be dominated.
Occasionally Sid would prod John into being the dominant one but inevitably they would fall into familiar patterns. John submitting to Sid’s demands. It was the only time in their friendship that John listened to Sid. Out of bed John was the same stubborn, contrary, insecure, individualist enigma as always. And, as always, Sid could do nothing more than fight to stay in John’s orbit.
His fingers dug in harder as he lifted his body up off of John. This produced an unhappy growl from the figure below him.
“What’s that?” he teased.
John’s annoyed whine filled the room, “why didja stop?”
Sid hung over him still holding onto his wrists but refusing to move an inch of his body.
“You ain’t gonna come till I say so.” Sid’s voice was all business. From the twitch of John’s cock against his lower body he knew how much John loved when he was aggressive with him.
“Now be still or I ain’t gonna do anything but leave.”
After a few more twitches John stopped moving and patiently waited for Sid’s next command.
“I want you to get up and get on your knees. Only after you suck me off will I let you come…and then only if I think ya did a good enough job.”
“Fuck you.” John barked, challenging him. He might like the play but he was never one to go down without a fight. It was something Sid had come to depend on.
Sid dug his nails into John’s wrists as he leaned forward biting on his neck while rocking hard against his body. John began panting, bucking and writhering towards a climax which is when Sid stopped dead.
“S-i-i-d! What the fuck!”
An evil laugh was Sid’s only reply as he got off the bed and stood against the far wall.
“I’m waiting mate.”
Grumpily John got out of the bed and walked toward Sid. His eyes were on fire and his cock was purple from the strain or not coming.
“Get on your knees,” Sid commanded him again when he was close enough. John did as he was told complaining only briefly that the floor was cold before taking Sid’s cock into his hot, tight mouth.
“Gawd…that’s it mate. Mmm. No…I see you trying to touch yourself….Don’t.”
John whimpered a little in protest but dutifully moved his hands to Sid’s thighs.
“That’s betta,” Sid praised as he ran his fingers through John’s hair and pumped his hips towards John’s greedy mouth.
He was getting better at ordering John around. At first he would break down in giggles or not sound like he was making anything more than a casual suggestion. And John would respond by ignoring him or worse becoming a cold fish turning off and only going through the basic motions needed for them to get off. He preferred John lit with fire. Angry and turned on at being angry was Sid’s favorite John.
“Mmm. So good. I should fuck you someday. Would you like that John? Would you like me to fuck you?”
John immediately stopped sucking. “No. You know I don’t want ya ta.”
Sid beat a hasty verbal retreat careful not to extinguish John’s fire. “Okay...okay. Just playing anyway…wouldn’t want ta. Now go back to what ya was doing. And…” Sid grabbed at John’s hand relocating them from his thighs to his ass. “There…yeah…I like that.”
John snorted and resumed sucking Sid’s cock. Sid built up a fast rhythm not concerned about how hard or fast he was giving it to John. John has turned into an A-1 cocksucker taking Sid to the back of his throat and demanding more.
“Gawd yes…mmmm. John. Fuck yeah. Suck it. You fuckin love suckin me cock don’t cha? Mmm. Yeah. You do.” John’s fingers grabbed Sid’s ass cheeks squeezing them causing Sid to see stars before shooting hard down John’s throat.
Moaning and saying every silly thing that came to his head Sid let the orgasm ride itself out before allowing John to let his cock slip from his mouth, get up and steer both of them back to the bed.
They lay on their sides as Sid recovered by rubbing John’s red knees.
“They look sore baby. But you look good on your knees sucking me off so it’s worth them being sore.”
John didn’t say anything grabbing Sid’s hand and placing it on his cock.
“My turn.”
Sid drew his hand away slowly.
“Kay…get on your back. I want to try something.”
Sighing John laid on his back watching Sid with questioning eyes as he moved John’s legs up and spit into his hand. John grabbed at his arm.
“Told ya I don’t want ta…”
“It’s okay…I know” Sid shushed him moving in between John’s legs, “I couldn’t anyway. Not with the limp noodle I got between me legs right now.”
John laughed a little and let Sid continue. Sid used the spit as a lubricant before rimming his long thin finger around John’s puckered asshole.
Sid maneuvered himself until he could suck at John’s cock and play with his ass at the same time. As soon as his mouth engulfed John’s shaft John was moaning and moving. This was not going to take long.
Sid let the tip of his finger push itself playfully into and out of John’s ass. He didn’t push it in very far as he thought John would get really pissed and make him stop. Instead he let his finger play around the outside and only make occasional pushes inside. He was so concentrated on the play that it took him a few minutes to realize John had gone completely silent. Since John’s body was still rocking with the motions and he was not asking Sid to stop Sid continued but found the silence very odd. Usually John was as loud as fuck.
Never one to play it safe Sid pushed his finger in all the way on the next round and sucked in hard long strokes up and down John’s shaft. John’s body shook as he gave off an ungodly moan and came in large spurts into Sid’s mouth. So much came out that Sid simply let it spill out of his mouth as switched to working John’s cock with his hand.
“Yeah baby…oh yeah…so nice.”
John’s body began to come down and John swatted Sid hand off his cock. Sid took a moment to wipe his face off on a discarded t-shirt before scooting up next to a still panting John.
They said nothing. There was simply too much and nothing really to say. After a while John got up and left the room. Sid could hear him going to the bathroom and then opening a beer. Sid didn’t bother to go and join him but simply rolled over and went to sleep.
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