The Ballad of Johhny and Sid | By : rottengrl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 3164 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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By spring the sex which had been a flood had turn to a drip. It was not dissatisfaction that drove them apart it was the warm weather which brought out old friends and new distractions. One of those distractions had taken up permanently residency on their couch. Her name, to Sid at least, was Mary. Her name, to everyone else, was Mad Mary. Mad in the sense she was crazy for Sid. Mad in the sense she seemed constantly angry and Mad in the sense that she was completely off her nut. Yelling, screaming, throwing things, temper tantrums, ultimatums is was all part and parcel of her crazy arsenal. Sid couldn’t get enough of her.
John felt pushed to spend more and more time out of the flat just so that he didn’t have to be around them. The constant giggling and mooning turned John’s stomach to acid. Every word they purred to each other drove the dagger deeper and deeper into his heart and pissed him off. He wanted…no…fuck that…he knew that the only reason he and Sid had been together was because they were bored. He just had to find a girlfriend. That was all. And, if he did, than just like Sid he would forget about wanting to be together. He would sit right in front of Sid rubbing his face in how easily he could be replaced.
Sid was nothing more than a friend. A friend he let get more out of him than he should have because he was weak. He would show him that he was not some moony git who seethed with jealousy every time he watched him lock lips with that hag. No. He didn’t need Sid. He didn’t need anyone.
Even though things with Sid had cooled down John was enjoying the warmer weather and the chance to reconnect with the world. Kings Road was as ridiculous as ever with the Flares parading themselves up and down in what they considered to be the height of fashion. John made his own anti-statement by scouring the thrift shops using any and all to stitch up, fasten and repair his tattered frocks. His hair, as a protest to his father, was being worn short and colored. The particular color this week was green. He wanted it blue but his natural ginger roots always fought with whatever mixture he dumped on his head so often it came up with a green tint. He even helped Sid re-fashion his own hair cutting chunks out here and there with some dull shears. God how Mary had yelled! He and Sid had a laugh at that. Sid might enjoy her and even put up with her but he was hardly under her thumb. John smugly noted that he still held the power over Sid. No tart was going to take that away from him.
As John helped mock the flares and get up to no good with his friends he also noticed, with quiet distress, that all of his activities this past winter with Sid had opened up a part of himself he was not sure how to close. His eyes would catch a particularly cute boy and suddenly he would be staring at him, even smiling at him. Luckily his friends had not caught wind of the few times this had happened. Lord only knows what they would do if they had caught him. Pound the shit out of him he reckoned. So he perfected a maniacal stare that kept the cute boys from lingering.
As much as he feared his friends finding out, he had to admit that his curiosity was getting the better of him. What would that particular pair of shoulders feel like to touch? That ass to squeeze? That dick to suck? Would theirs be bigger than Sid’s? Would their bodies turn him on as much as Sid’s had? Would he be able to turn them on? Get them off? Would they want him?
All of these thoughts tossed around in his brain threatening to boil over. Instead he let it all boil over in his sarcastic words and manner. It was all part of the plan. Sure he would have friends. But, no one…especially not Sid would ever make him that vulnerable again. That was for damn sure. The world was against his type, his people and especially him. Well let it be. He would give it right back to society. Two fingers up the ass of all who tried to get at him. Satisfied he closed himself off. From now on it was every man, even a cute skinny man name Sid, for himself.
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