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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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John was not thinking of the past or beginnings he was thinking of his end. Over the years as his eye sight failed he gave up any notion of driving. Oh sometimes he would drive here and there but only short trips. Rambo did most of the day to day driving. It was because of this that he had forgotten what it was like to be in a car with Nora driving. It must have been her German up brining but the woman drove with her foot pushed down firmly on the gas pedal. Open road, busy highways, small curvy paths along jagged cliff edges, it was all the same to her. Same speed, fast. Nora had suggested that they drive into this little town everyone raved about. It had sounded like a nice chance to have a light lunch and see some local sites. Now with his stomach somewhere in the trunk and his fingernails forever embedded into the dashboard lunch was the farthest thing on John’s mind. They skidded around yet another corner. A truck coming the other way swerved a little and honked at them. “Dummkopf,” said Nora never once decreasing her speed.
“What’s that dear?” John said from between his knees where he had buried his head.
Nora caught a sideways glance at him and laughed. “You such a Huhn,” she continued laughing.
Over the years John had picked up some German and knew she was using one of her favorite pet names for him “chicken.” In truth he could be a coward when it came down to his own death.
“Yes dear,” he said raising his head up. “I am a chicken when it comes to riding along in your death car of speed. We have all day you know, you don’t have to set a land speed record to get us there.”
“Do you complain this much to Rammy about his driving?”
“No he drives like a sane person.”
“More like little old lady.”
This made John smirk. She was right, Rammy did drive on the cautious side. Still, it was the comment itself that made him smirk. Nora and Rammy were forever taking digs at each other. A little friendly rivalry with John as the prize. It was a position he relished and sometimes even encouraged.
“Rammy does not criticize your driving,” he stated with a twinkle in his eye.
“That is because he knows I would never listen to him.”
The came over the next hill and saw the little town. John breathed a sigh of relief.
“You may want to slow down,” he cautioned Nora. “Unless you want to take out some natives. “
“Spoilsport,” she said and decreased her speed.

It had been a full afternoon and Rambo was feeling the effects during his drive back to the hotel. His friends had wanted him to stay for a few at the local bar but Rambo knew the ride back was long enough that even a few beers were out of the question for him. It was good to see his friends though. They talked a little football, a little of women troubles and a little of business. Rambo had worked with these guys on tracking down some of the hundreds of bootlegs floating around England and the U.S. John knew he could do little to stop it but, he liked to keep track of where he name was being used to pawn off crappy merchandise. His mates kept and eye and ear open and he threw a few dollars their way for anything they reported on or picked-up to show Rambo.
He dumped the car in the hotel’s parking lot and headed toward the hotel bar. He could use a few nightcaps . The first thing to catch his eye in the bar was a huge fish tank behind the bartender. The second was the red head from this morning. She was sitting by herself at a small table. She appeared to be well into her third or fourth drink and her face held a frown. He ordered a beer from the bar and then with the beer in his hand walked over to talk to the red head.
“You okay,” he asked quietly.
She looked up and gave him a small smile. “Yes, thanks. Just a bad day. I got fired from my job.”
“Oh. I sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah well. It’s not the firing. I mean it is but,” she sighed defeated. “This is the fourth or fifth job I have had. I mean I always thought I would do more with my life ya know? Get it together and be somebody. And look at me.”
“You look alright to me,” he said sympathetically.
“Thanks. Oh, I’m sorry. Please join me. I didn’t mean to leave you standing there.”
Rambo was glad for the invitation. Up until then he was not sure if he was being more of a help or a bother to her.
“Anyway,” Rambo said after sitting down. “I don’t think any of us wind up where we thought we would be. I know I didn’t.
“Well you do sound like you’re a long way from home,” she said smiling at last.
“Yes,” he said chuckling a little. “I meant more that I had no idea what I was gonna do in my life. Ya know? Just hung around with me mates and that was about it. Never really had ambitions the way some people do.”
“So what do you do know?” she asked.
“I’m a manager of sorts. For one client.” He was tempted to say “One bratty client who gives great head,” but he found that too many people simply did not share his sense of humor.
“Anyone I know?” she asked innocently.
“Mmmm, maybe I’ll tell you later. I prefer not having to think about what I say and what could be reported back to the press blah,blah,blah.”
“International man of mystery are we?” she seemed amused. “Okay fine by me. How about you buy the next round and tell me a little more about this secret life of yours.”
“Fine by me,” Rambo mocked back in a flirtatious way. “That would be just fine by me.”

Rammy walked along Kings Road whistling a tuneless tune. Just a smattering of notes wrapped around no particular melody. Spring had finally arrived and the weather was screaming for everyone to get out of the houses they had hid themselves in during the cold winter months. A figure came whipping around the corner crashing into him. His anger up Rammy got into attack mode but he was taken aback to see Johnny staring back at him.
“Oh sorry mate, didn’t see you.” Johnny said not meeting his eyes.
“That’s fine,” Rammy responded flatly.
Rammy was surprised to see Johnny by himself.
“What are you doing around here?” Rammy asked wanting to kick himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He was determined not to talk to johnny after the way he had treated him.
“Oh I’ve joined a band. This is where we are going to start rehersing I guess,” johnny motioned to a rough looking hovel above a store.
“Didn’t know you sang mate.”
“Oh I don’t,” Johnny said this with glee. “But, they are not much of a band. So I just hollar along. We are going to be at the college across the street tonight. You should come see us.” Johnny could have kicked himself. He had managed to avoide Rammy as much as possible and now here he was inviting him to one of the first times he would be on a stage in public.
Rammy could see that Johnny was hyped up. Whether from natural or un-natural sources Rammy wasn’t sure and didn’t care.
“Um maybe mate. See ya.”
Uh ya see ya,” Johnny walked around Rammy and quickly down the street. His mind and heart was racing. He felt on the verge of collapse. How was he ever going to get through tonight?

Against his better judgement Rammy had turned up at the college. “What the hell,” he thought to himself, “not like there is anything else to do.” He was only one of a handful in the small auditorium. Johnny and three others shuffled quietly unto the stage. Rammy recognized Steve and Paul from around the streets. Steve was a good guy. Thick sometimes but good. Had to watch him though. Otherwise he would stea your shirt from under your back. Paul was quiet and pleasant. He was also good with the one liners if need be. Rammy didn’t know the other guy. Looked a little square. They all looked a little green with nerves. Rammy could hardly believe Johnny was going through with this. Suddenly the crowd began to heckle. Johnny gave it right back to them causing Rammy to laugh. He did have a way with words that Johnny. After a moment a rush of noise spilled across the room. Rammy’s heart raced. The guitars ripped through him as the drum pounded inside his body. But, it was johnny that he could not take his eyes or ears off of. Screaming was right. Screaming all the rage and anger and violence of everyone Rammy knew. It was like all the turmoil he had seen and seen others go through was coming out of Johnny’s mouth as both a way to vent and a way to accuse. Johnny was lurching, sweating, glaring at the quiet room. Rammy was hooked.
The plug had been unceremoniously pulled and the boys shuffled off much as they had shuffled on. Rammy went outside to catch johnny as he left. Johnny was once again by himself. Apprently he was too nervouse to have too many of his mates around during the gig. Rambo approached him as he walked out of the building and headed toward the tube station.
“Hey, johnny.”
Johnny turned around defensivly but after seeing it was Rammy smiled.
“Hey didja hear all that silence?” He was laughing and grinning exhilarated at having survived the show.
“Yeah. Fuck em. College dorks. What do they know? You were great. Just great.”
“You think so?” Johnny asked sincerely.
“Yeah. Just really yelling out there. Getting it all out you know. Man I’m just blown away. When are you guys performing again?”
“Not sure if we ever will,” Johnny laughed again. “Hopefully that Malcom twat, the manager of the band, will get off his arse and book something for us. Doubt it though.”
“Well I hope he does.”
Johnny looked at Rammy for a moment and then said. “Do you want to come back to me house? I mean my parents house? I’m at home again for a little while.”
Rambo thought it would be nice to catch up with Johnny and clear the air. Besides, with his parents and brothers around they would have no chance of being alone. Rammy agreed and they headed for the tube station.
Once at Johnny’s house they filled his mother in on all the details of the show. Rambo did most of the talking bubbling over with enthusiasim. After a bit they headed upstairs to crash for the night. Rammy was surprised to see they had the whole room to themselves.
“Where is your brothers?”
“Jimmy? Oh he is in Ierland with Martin and Bobby. Parents shipped them off last week. Didn’t Jimmy tell ya?”
“No. I was sick last week . Didn’t see em.”
“Yeah, dad and mum are going down to the pub in a bit I think since the babies aren’t here.”
“Don’t you usually go as well?”
“Yes, but this time I had the band so I had an excuse! Thank God! Ierland is so boring.”
“Never been.”
“Well your lucky then.”
John pulled out a record and put it on but lower than usual since usally he put it on at a deafining volume. Rammy felt a little uncomfortable being alone with Johnny but sat on the floor with his back against a wall and tried not to think about it. John sat on the floor as well with his feet in a cross legged position. He was facing Rammy but not close enough to signify anything.
Johnny looked down and began to trace a stain on the floor with his fingers. “I’m sorry about last time,” he said finally without looking up.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Well I do,” Johnny looked up at him. “It was just that, well it scared me.”
“You asked me too.”
“I know. I didn’t mean that. I mean umm well it was,” Johnny sighed outloud, “great. It was great feeling and that scared me.”
“Oh,” Rambo blushed despite himself. It’s supposed to mate, that’s all.”
“I know but it’s supposed to with a girl not a guy. I figured there was something wrong with me.”
“Me too,” Rambo admitted.
“You did?”
“Yes,” Rambo replied. “I figured I must be queer to want to do that to you. But, then I thought about it and I still like girls. I don’t think I’m queer and I don’t think its wrong.”
Rambo looked at Johnny waiting for him to protest or laugh at him instead Johnny looked happy.
“Yes, that is what I have been figuring too. I’ve been reading and the Roman soldier got with each other.”
“They did?”
“Yes and the greeks they loved little boys. Just the stupid church and society telling us what to like. I mean I like girls. Always have. We were just messing around you know?”
“Exactly,” Rambo was relieved by this new way of thinking about things. “Oh, hey speaking of girls. You been with one yet?”
“Oh yeah. Finally decided it was silly to worry so much. Wasn’t half as bad as I thought. Course not half as good wither.”
In truth Johnny had run out the very next morning and taken Mary O’Shea up on her offer. He wanted to prove to himself that he really was a man. He lasted all of three seconds. She seemed bored by the whole matter and he paniced until two weeks later when she reassured him that she had gotten her period.
“It can still be kinda gross, bodies and all that. But it’s getting betta.”
“Yes it dose,” Rammy said this last sentence as if himself was a world weary traveler in the world of sex. In reality his encounters had been two in number and he had only lasted a few seconds longer than johnny each time.
“Oh and I even got a bird to suck on it,” Johnny reported proudly. “but you know what? You were betta at it,” Johnny fell apart laughing.
Rammy blushed again. “Great. Just what I want to be known for.” He punched Johnny in the arm.
Johnny punched him back and then added, yeah she kept coughing and chocking. She had to stop! Not you though!”
“Hey shut up!“ This time Rambo punch Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny punched him back.
“Told ya it was big mate,” Rammy said taunting him. “You probably cut off that poor bird’s oxygen supply.”
“Says you. Maybe you just had more practice.”
“That’s it!” Rammy jumped on him laughing and throwing punches onto his body.
“Stop it you’ll damage me,” Johnny called out.
“Never,” Rammy replied but eased up on his punches.. He hung over Johnny who lay on his back under him. He leaned down and kissed Johnny. This time Johnny did not fight him. Instead he kissed him back. Rammy opened hi mouth and Johnny copied him. Their tongues met shooting electricity through Rammy’s body. His groin was on fire. He stopped kissing and looked down at Johnny.
“Take off your clothes,” he said to him.
“No,” Johnny said reverting back to his old fears.
“Do it now,” Rammy said taken over with his lust. To his surprise this seemed to please Johnny. All at once he understood. If it was his commands than Johnny was not to blame for doing anything he was taught was wrong. Johnny took off his sweater and jeans. He looked pale and skinny in just his underwear.
“Now, get on your back on the bed.”
Jonney obeyed. Rammy had nicked a copy of a man on man magazine from the local newstand and was anioux to try out something he had read in it.
He pulled at Johnny’s underwear. Johnny raised his hiops allowing the underwear to slide off. He looked away not meeting rammy’s eyes. Rammy pulled his own underwear off. He laid on top of Johnny so that now they were face to face and chest to chest. He maneuvered their cocks each to one side so that the top side of each cock was laying against the others thighs and the bottom was rubbing against their own thighs. Rammy began to move back and forth. The friction was amazing. He could feel Johnny’s hands grabbing at his back and heard him quietly moaning and groaning. He began to moan and groan as well. He knew he would not be able to last. And then Johnny put his hands on his ass. Rammy exploded but kept the noises inside as Johnny parents were still downstairs. His cum spilled out of his cock and onto both of their thighs. Johnny followed quickly also having a difficult time keeping the noise from ripping out of his body. His cum felt warm as it slid down Rammy’s thighs and onto his balls.
He quickly flippde off of Johnny for fear of squishing him. They both were shaking, red and panting, Neither said anything but John handed him a t-shirt to clean off with after cleaning himself off.
They both quickly dressed .
“Do you want me to go?” Rammy asked anxiously.
“No, stay.”
Johnny laid down to one side of the bed and Rammy laid on the other. They exchanged a few words about the bands and some of their friends before drifting off to sleep.
Sometime in the night Rammy felt Johnny roll over and hug him. He was smart enough to not try and hug him back.
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