Lest we forget our friends | By : CherubChild Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He placed his hand upon my shoulder, turning me around. Then began to walk ahead of me, beckoning to me with quick hand gestures.
“I told you I—”
“Oh, don’t bitch about it, just c’mon.”
We slipped through the crowd easily since he ignored the blended voices of fans, friends, and management and kept up a quick pace. The club was much larger than from the looks of the outside, and John was leading me to the far back, and down a dim lit corridor.
Once we got to the end of it, I realized that the passageway reminded me of something out of Alice In Wonderland, like we were miles upon miles away from the club’s main floor.
I didn’t plan on making any odd move on John 5 (I was still waaay to sober to gather up enough balls), but he was standing so close to me that I couldn’t help but place my finger to his painted face and smear some of his lipstick onto my index finger. That finger I placed to my own lips and ran my tongue along it. I half expected him to laugh, but he suddenly lit up. Now I certainly knew what he intended to do when he brought me here. He was waiting for me the entire time.
And I wanted him so fucking bad.
He slid his cool hands beneath my shirt teasing each of my nipples, and I let my jacket drop to the floor. He edged in slowly to press his lips to mine, and I forcefully grabbed him by the shirt pulling him into me as my back hit the wall behind me. Before I could open my mouth on his, he broke the kiss.
“Relax, baby, ” he nuzzled up against my ear, “Isn’t that what you said you wanted first, to relax?”
“Fuck what I say!” I snapped at him.
John latched his mouth back onto mine, slipping his warm tongue inside, with mine wrestling with his hungrily as if I were trying to eat him alive. As I was starting to sink down against the wall, he lifted me by the hips and drove his own weight into me. I moaned into him once I felt him growing hard beneath those leather pants. My moan must have egged him on since he began rotating his hips faster against me.
The dry-humping was killing me.
I went to unzip his pants, but he stopped me by pinning my arms back to the wall. One by one he unbuttoned down my shirt letting his tongue glide down my flesh beneath it, until he reached my belt buckle.
He pulled my length out, which was almost fully hard, and went down on his knees. Working me off a few times with his hands I could gently feel his breath on the head of my cock, almost causing me to yell out, ‘No!’ since I was afraid that I had gotten myself so worked up that I might come to fast.
I let out a growl when I felt his lips take me in, my head laid back against the wall and I sunk again into it.
“God…John…H-holy fuck!” My fingers twirled into his platinum blond hair and I buckled up my hips further into his mouth. Without any hassle he took me deeper, and in the dim light I could see his red lipstick ring around the base of my cock. He glided his tongue gently one last time along my length and I whimpered when he pulled away.
It was now that he finally let me get my hands around his waist and tug off the leather that was clinging to his body. He looked painfully hard, and right away I went to grab around his cock, my thumb smoothing the pre-cum around in a circular motion.
“Ahh! Jesus fucking Christ…” John tongued my ear, “I wanna come inside you, Jeordie”. I knew he was pleading with me, since obviously there were no lubricants in sight, and I’m sure in most cases he preferred to ‘wear the pants’.
So I took two of his fingers and placed them at my mouth, suckling on them, until I felt they were wet enough to use as a good enough excuse for a lubricant. “Mmm… Slow, but use both fingers.” I said, turning around, grinding my ass against him, as he hesitantly stretched me. “Uuhh… just… like that.”
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