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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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After a few pact’s with God, the Devil and anyone else who cared to listen Connie’s head finally began to clear up. It cleared up enough for her to remember that she was a particularly bad drinker. That she hated hangovers. The she needed to get back to her room. That she had not seen the Man of Mystery since he deposited her into his room the night before. What she did find was a simple note from him wishing her a speedy recovery and explaining that he would be absent most of the day on business. It also mentioned that he planned on stopping by her room later that night to check up on her and that if she would rather be alone to just leave him a note or put the sign out on her door. He would understand. Actually she remembered very little about him from the night before and was intrigued to see what the man was like when she had a lot less alcohol in her system.
She showered and puttered around her room. Deciding on an outfit became something of a minor trauma. After all, she didn’t really know him and maybe the pleasant time spent in his company had more to do with the liquids that were in her glass than the actual conversations that had taken place. A nice pair of black pants seemed a good start. Not too dressed up not to grungy. Hmmm, what else? She found a white button shirt with some red graphic print splashed across it. That paired with some flats seemed to be just the right temperature for the night. Not to messy not to dressy. Perfect. She curled her hair and applied a small amount of makeup nearly poking herself in the eye with the eyelash brush when a knock on her hotel room door interrupted her preparations. She was very surprised at her nerves but, something about the man she had talked to last night. Even through the haze, seemed so different.
Steadying herself she opened the door. He was dressed in blue pants tied with a white rope belt. He wore white boat shoes and a brown and white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. His skin, as she had remember correctly, was a nice caramel colored tan and his hair had brown and blond streaks running through it. But it was his smile that drew her in. It was such a sweet, sincere smile.
“So you back among the living?” he asked her in his thick English accent.
“Yes. You want to come in?” she said suddenly realizing that while she had picked out an outfit he had never specifically said he wanted to take her out, just that he wanted to check up and make sure she was okay.
“Sure,” he said entering her room. She smelled his cologne as he passed. It had a touch of musk but not heavy or overbearing just manly. He was thinner than she at first thought he was but that was probably because he was so squarely built and choose such loose fitting clothes.
“I was going to wake you and let you know I was leaving but it seemed kinder to let you sleep. I heard you loosing your breakfast earlier.”
She blushed, “oh sorry.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean nothing by it,” he waved his hands dismissively. “Anyway I’m glad your doing betta and that you got to get some of the anger out about your job. Need that sometimes ya know? That release.”
“Hmmm after how I was feeling this morning I’m not to sure.” she smiled at him.
“Think you can stomach dinner? I haven’t eaten yet and I would be glad if you wanted to join me.”
“Sure,” she said relieved that she hadn’t picked out an outfit in vain. She picked up her purse and they headed out the door. Rambo held the door for her and let her go first.
“I like your shirt,” he said. “Reminds me of Vivienne’s.”
“Vivienne?”
“Yeah, designer bird. Nutty and all but made interesting clothes. Expensive though.”
“You mean Vivienne Westwood?” she asked surprised he would even know who Westwood was. The shirt was a cheap knockoff but the original inspiration was a Westwood design.
“Yeah. Never liked her.”
“So you know a lot of fashion then?” she asked thinking maybe his kindness was more out of being one of the girls than being a gentleman.
“Not really. I mean there is some stuff that is better than others and I would never go for that stuff the hip hop lads wear. Clothes are alright though.”
“Oh. I was just surprised you knew a Westwood design. It is sort up upscale retro-punk”
“retro-punk?” he asked with a smirk. They walked down the hallway and waited for the elevator. “didn’t know punk had gone retro. Now I really feel old.”
The elevator doors opened and they got in. Rambo pushed the button for the lobby.
“Oh were you into punk? Early punk?” She realized this made her sound foolish . Obviously he was hardly referring to the recent rash of skate punks in the area.
“Yup. I was there at the beginning. It was exciting I guess. Chaotic but exciting.”
“Did you know any of the bands?”
“A few,” he said smiling.
“Were they as bad as everyone always said they were? I mean didn’t they say that even the Pistols band couldn’t play and that the lead singer Johnny Rotten, what a name, couldn’t sing?”
“I’ve heard that. Still I thought the things that came out of his mouth breathtaking.” he laughed a little to himself and wondered just what he had gotten himself into.

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“Johnny,” the voice called out in the dark to him.
“Yes Sid A Ney?” he called back mocking him.
“Don’t you want to help you Sidney out
“Not in the least you Bastard.”
“But, why?”
“Don’t deserve it. Leaving me for that Tramp.”
You know I would never leave you.”
“Says you. You’ll leave us all. The band. Your mates. All for that Whore.”
No I love me Johnny.”
“No you don’t”
“Yes I do and me Johnny loves his Sid A Ney.”
“Shut up Sid and go to sleep.”
“Can’t sleep. Need Johnny to help me out.”
He could feel Sid press against him. Could feel his breath and his erection through his leather trousers.
Johnny sighed and sat up slightly with his back against the wall and rest of him still on the mattress.
This was all the encouragement Sidney needed. He posed on his knees naked in front of Johnny. Johnny grabbed Sid’s ass and guided his cock into his mouth. Sidney moaned in happiness. So easy to please Sidney was. Johnny could hear him panting like a happy puppy dog. He never lasted long. Never even tried. So, so easy to please his Sid A Ney.
“Oh Johnny,” Sidney said moaning more. “Why are you so good? Why do I love you so much? Why did you leave me to die so alone?”
“What?” John said surprised. He leaned away from Sidney’s body.
Sidney brought his face down into the light. His eyes empty sockets. His face a white marble with red veins running through it. His mouth cracked and blue.
“Why Johnny?” Sidney yelled. “Why weren’t you there to save me?”
John screamed and jumped awake. Tears ran down his cheeks. Nora flipped on the light next to the hotel bed.
“What’s the matter baby?” she asked concerned.
“Nothing,” he panted. “Sorry luv. Just a dream.” He looked around the room as if trying to confirm that what he had seen was indeed a dream.
“Awww, poor baby.” Nora rubbed his back a little. He leaned into her feeling her arms around him.
“Sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep.”
“You sleep too?”
“No. I think I’ll get up for a bit. Get the dream out of my head.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’m fine go back to sleep.”
Nora shrugged a little , flipped off the light and rolled back to sleep. John got up and shuffled toward the balcony to watch the water lap away at the shore. He knew his dreams. They never got out of his head. Nor his heart. Nor his soul. Not his Sid A Ney. Not ever.

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Johnny kissed Rammy hungrily on the neck.
“Easy mate, were almost there.”
They were walking, practically running to their secret flat. Johnny had happily enjoyed pint after pint and was definitely now in the mood. The mood, it would seem, for Rammy not Nora. Rammy was tempted to ask him why but didn’t want to spoil his chance of being with his Johnny. As the months had gone by it became more and more apparent to Rammy that he now shared Johnny’s attention with not only Nora but most of London as well. If he wasn’t at a concert, he was at a practice, or a photo shoot or Nora’s house, or a party or, high out of his head. Worse, he would skulk away with Sid giggling about things that only they seemed to think were funny.
Rammy filled his time with Jamey and a few other girls. He went to clubs, saw bands hung out with mates. But, he always knew that his happiest moments were with Johnny. Johnny might still believe they were simply mates messing around but Rammy knew in his heart that for him it was much, much more.
Johnny leaned against Rammy as they walked and put his hand down the front of Rammy’s shirt.
“My cock is so fuckin hard right now,” he said into Rammy’s ear causing Rammy to loose a few steps and stumble.
“Save it mate. Were almost there.”
They quickly maneuvered the steps and Rammy flopped Johnny onto the couch. He pressed Johnny down kissing him eagerly. Johnny kissed him back with passion.
“Missed you mate,” Rammy said in a hungry whisper between kisses.
“Bet you did,” Johnny giggled back at him.
They kissed deeply running their hands over every inch of each others bodies.
“I want you so badly. I want to suck you and fuck you so badly,” Rammy said in a fever.
“Then why don’t you?” Johnny asked not seeming half as drunk as he was a moment ago.
“Are you sure?” Rammy asked excited.
“If it is what you want,” Johnny said not admitting that he was also excited by the prospect.
Rammy got off the couch and found a small container of Vaseline he had in his pocket that he used to make his hair stand up like Johnny’s. Only Johnny’s always came out better.
“Commer mate,” he said in a hushed but commanding tone to Johnny.
Johnny’s eyes were full of lust as he walked across the room to Rammy.
“Take off your clothes.” he said and once again Johnny complied. Rammy took off his own clothes.
“Rub this on my cock,” he said handing the jar to Johnny. Johnny stuck his hand deeply into the glop and then rubbed it in strong strokes over Rammy’s hard cock. Rammy enjoyed this but grabbed Johnny’s hand after a few moments. “Oh no your not going to get me off like that,”
“Get on your hands and knees,” Rammy said pointing at the floor. Johnny eagerly complied turning his head to grin back at Rammy.
Rammy was not absolutely sure what he was doing but had been reading and looking at pictures for months just fascinating about this moment. Rammy got down on the floor with Johnny and rubbed the rest of the Vaseline onto Johnny’s ass and around his anus. He stuck his finger into Johnny. Johnny winced a little but did not say anything. Rammy continued finger him for a few moments then he grabbed Johnny’s hips rubbing his cock against Johnny’s ass.
Rammy tried pushing himself into Johnny but at first it was not working. Slowly he was able to get a little of his cock in but still not all the way. He was confused. And frustrated.
“Are you okay?” he asked Johnny.
“Yes,” Johnny said quietly.
“Should I keep going?” Rammy asked still excited but wondering what he was doing wrong.
“Yes,” Johnny said even quieter.
Rammy continued putting it in slowly and then pulling it out again. After three more tries his cock suddenly slid all the way in causing Rammy to moan deeply from the pleasure.
“You okay?” He asked Johnny again.
“Yes,” Johnny said only this time with more lust in his voice. “Keep going, faster.”
Rammy began really moving, stroking his cock in and out of Johnny’s ass. He could feel his balls slapping against Johnny. He moaned as he stroked not even trying to contain the sensations that were shooting through his body. Johnny’s ass was hot and tight grabbing Rammy’s cock with exciting force. Rammy groaned and fucked Johnny faster and faster loosing all control. Johnny moaned a little too. He liked the friction of his cock against the floor and the stronger man fucking him hard.
Rammy came after only a few strokes more screaming, “Fuckin gawd…so goooo…ahhh ohhhh,” Johnny could feel Rammy’s body stiffen and the hot cum as it shot out of Rammy and into his body. Johnny moaned even harder at the sensation. Rammy rocked a few more times and then pulled out laying on Johnny’s back for a moment. He rolled Johnny over and took his cock into his mouth sucking him hard and fast.
“Yes, mmm, oh fuck me like that mmm,” Johnny said loving the roughness of the man. He grabbed onto Rammy’s shoulder rocking hard against his mouth. He shot his cum into Rammy’s mouth grunting as he did. “uhhhhh mmmmmmm, ohm mate.”
They lay in a heap together.
“Wish I had lasted longer,” Rammy said sleepily.
“I’m sure next time you will,” Johnny said in a tired happy voice.
Rammy and he laid there for awhile. Johnny allowing himself to be held. Rammy loving having Johnny in his arms.
“Next time,” Rammy thought to himself. “He had said there would be a next time.” Not with Nora, or fucking Sidney, or all of London but just with him. Just them. Alone.
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