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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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Sid was unaware the shower had stopped until John opened the bathroom door and emerged still dripping into the hotel room.
“Still sittin there hmm?” he sneered. “Useless”
“What the fuck am I supposed ta being doin?”
“You could learn to play.”
“Fuck off.”
“Truth hurts ay? I’m serious. I’m tired of carrying you. The others are not happy with ya at all.”
“So? They can’t play either.”
“Yes they can. That’s all just Malcolm nonsense, the not being able to play stuff.”
“It’s true though that you can’t sing.”
“Don’t want to sing. Not like some crooner.”
John dropped the small towel that had been around his waist. He was thin, pale and misshapen. His body still bearing the trademarks of being an ill child it curved and caved- in at unusual places. Once, Sid had enjoyed mapping those places out with his fingers and tongue.
“What are ya staring at like that?”
“Like what?” Sid said trying to look bored.
“Nothing. Nevermind.”
“I wasn’t staring.”
“Fine. Don’t matter.”
Sid knew a challenge when he heard one.
“I was staring at you.”
“I could see that Sid-A-Ney,” John sang out fishing in his bag for a half clean pair of underwear.
“I was thinking how misshapen ya are.”
“So.” John didn’t take the bait instead he kept rummaging in his bag.
“Nancy ain’t misshapen.”
John snorted. “Sure. Tell yourself that. She’s misshapen…a regular cow… inside and out.”
Sid wanted to kick him. True he liked throwing Nancy in John’s face but he hated when John talked about her in his sneering snidely way.
“She’s beautiful. You’re just jealous.”
This time John spat out a laugh but continued to keep himself busy getting clothes.
Sid stood up stomped across the room and landed a solid kick to John’s left side knocking him forcibly to the ground.
“What the fuck!” John yelled jumping up pushing him hard. Sid pushed back grabbing and twisting any skin that caught in his fingers.
“You bastard.” Sid growled as John kicked at his left ankle and shoved him hard with his shoulder. Sid tripped backwards a little but then came at John even harder punching him in the stomach and the back of his neck as he doubled over.
Falling to his knees John coughed and sputtered from the stomach punch. After a moment Sid calmly sat down at the little hotel room table. Silence descended on both of them broken by the sound of knocking on the hotel room door. John stood up and walked back to the bathroom as Sid opened the door.
“What?” he asked the roadie who tried to see past him.
“You guys alright? It sounded like you dropped something.”
“Nah just a fight.” Sid puffed out his chest. He loved to remind everyone and anyone what a tough guy he was.
“Oh. Is John okay.”
Sid sneered, “I let him off with a mild beating,” and was rewarded with a snort from the roadie who seemed impressed or happy that someone had finally kicked John’s smart mouth.
“Well don’t break anything. You’ll just have to pay for it.”
“Okay. I can’t make any promises though. Ya know? Someone gets in my face and I fight. That’s just how I am.”
Satisfied with himself Sid closed the door, turned on the TV and lounged on the bed. After a moment John came out of the bathroom only this time he was dressed.
“Why did you run off?” Sid asked a smirk creasing his lips. “Afraid to show them what I done ta ya?”
John fixed him with a bored stare. “Hardly. I didn’t want to be pradin around naked in front of em, nothing more.”
John sank down next to Sid and silently watched the pretty Americans dancing their way across the TV screen.
“How long we stuck in this room anyway?” John asked the fight now simply one of many that had passed between them.
“A few hours. They are going to take us to eat later.”
“Mmm.” John’s noise conveyed neither agreement nor disagreement of the idea. “Do them doors lock automatically?” his head motioned towards the hotel room door.
“What?” Sid looked away from the happy family and their happy problems that had been playing out in front of him on the TV. “No. I don’t think so. But I locked it anyway.”
“Good. I don’t trust those roadie guys. Don’t want them coming in the room unannounced.”
“Aw you don’t trust anyone.”
“True. That’s cause I’m a smart boy I am.”
Sid chuckled in reply.
“You should take a shower before dinner.”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
“Cause ya stink. And,” John said letting his hand rest on Sid’s leg. “I can’t get near someone who stinks.”
Sid was not surprised by John’s turn of mood. Fighting, verbal or otherwise, seemed to calm him down somehow. As if the fight confirmed to him that he was really what the person wanted. It was one of the things that frustrated Sid the most about him. You could try to say all the sweet things in the world to the man and he would turn tail and run away. Curse him out like a sailor on a bad day? He would be yours to do with as you pleased.
“Too bad you already showered,” Sid said dramatically. “I always get so lonely when I shower.”
John laughed and rolled his eyes before getting off the bed and putting his hand out to Sid.
“Well I can’t let my best mate be lonely now can I?”

Sid shivered slightly as the water hit his back. True to his word John kept him company while he showered but instead of joining him he had simply sat down on the closed toilet lid and watched. John liked to watch. Like to analyze, study, tear apart and build back up. Sid enjoyed being watched so he never minded John’s need to study him. What he minded was that he never shared whatever truth he found. He simply studied, used and then moved on.
The heat of the water was amazing. Like most things in America, compared to London, the plumbing was excellent. The water coming out in strong sprays of sumptuous heat unlike the rusted out baths he was used to back home.
It was not that he wanted to stink or get bed bugs. It was simply that getting that next hit overtook all of his senses. He had to score, had to shoot, had to ride the high, had to score again before the big crash. Right now he was coasting between the buzz from the last high and what would be the glorious buzz from the high currently sitting in his suitcase. He had finally found a score at a rest stop. Hopefully it wasn’t total crap. Even worse it could be deadly crap. Not that he would mind really. To have one final hit and then sign off for good. He never figured he would make old bones anyway. At one point he thought John had shared this path as well, but lately he had been showing more and more disappointing tendencies to want to live.
He let the soap bar he was clutching cascade over his torso. He had already washed out his hair, surprising himself with how much lighter it felt without all that grease and crap in it. Once he was convinced he was clean enough he let the real show begin. He let the soap bar fall and then bent over picking it up quick enough to make it seem an accident but long enough to give John a nice view. John coughed a little Sid turned to look at him.
“Your face is flushed,” he purred.
“It’s steamy in here Sid A Ney a course me face is flushed. He pulled out a handkerchief and loudly blew his nose. “This steam is bad for me. Got a weak chest ya know.”
“Well then go back out to the room. I don’t care. Don’t want ya blaming me when you get sick.”
“And leave you here all lonely?” He mocked.
Simply shrugging Sid turned back to what he was doing ignoring John.
“Your body is turning to shit ya know,” John said somberly. “All them marks and crap.”
“Leave it.”
“Fine.”
Sid didn’t bother turning around for the argument. He was not going to give up drugs. John was never going to stop telling him he should. Not that John didn’t rack up his own drug episodes it was just that his drugs of choice; speed, marijuana, acid, coke, fell into the acceptable categories while smack didn’t. At least not to John and his friends.
Putting the soap bar back into it’s little built in dish Sid leaned one hand against the wall in front of him and let the other drift to his cock stroking it. His fingers slowly glided from the root to the tip and then back again bringing it to life.
“I miss your mouth mate.” Sid said, his words bouncing off the tiled walls.
John coughed again, “What?”
“Mmm yeah,” Sid continued ignoring John’s question. His fingers stroked faster as he talked, “you always did it so right…mmm so hot and your tongue was so mmm…you always just took it…all the way down ohhh…all the way to the back of your fucking throat.”
Sid smiled at the sound of John’s breathing which was coming out in ragged loud puffs. Creating a loose circle he let his cock fuck his hand. “And the way you would roll me sack…gawd…mmm felt fuckin amazing.” He fell silent letting John’s breathing compete with the sound of the water for the moment.
“Do you like what I’m doing Johnny?” he asked still facing the tiled walls of the shower. “Do you like watching me?”
Without waiting for a reply he turned around cock still in hand to face John. John sat, legs wide open, one hand rubbing on his obviously hard cock. His eyes, clouded with lust, drifted down to what Sid was holding.
“Or would you like to taste it instead?”
His eyes never drifted from Sid’s cock as John slipped to the floor and rose on his knees in front of Sid. Sid reached out and touching his head pulled him closer. He could hear John unzipping his own pants pulling out his cock before he felt his lips engulfing his throbbing cock.
“Gawd Johnny!”
Sid couldn’t contain himself. Somehow, despite all the bullshit they put each other through, the sex was always so much hotter with John then it ever was with Nancy. A fact he would never reveal to either party.
John moaned as he sucked sending vibrations cascading over Sid’s body. Sid moaned back snapping his hips towards that blinding heat.
“Yes…mmm…so good Johnny.
He could hear the rustle of fabric as John stroked himself off.
“Mmm…yes, it turns you on suckin my cock doesn’t it baby?
At his words John took even more of Sid in lapping hard at his cock until all sound was pushed from Sid’s head and he spilled down John’s throat.
He wasn’t sure if John had also come or even if the water was still running. All he did know was that in his current state his shakey legs could not hold his body up and with a thud he landed on his ass.
“Man Johnny…that was beautiful ya know.”
Sid opened his eyes shocked to see that he was on his own. Once again the moment had grown intense and John had simply run away. It was a dance they had danced a million times but no matter how many times it was danced the pain from the sudden separation hurt like a brand new wound. A wound that would never really heal.
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