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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Sid woke up to find cold was covering all of his bones. Next to him John lay in a cocoon of blankets warm and happy while Sid was freezing his ass off. Pulling at one of the edges he dislodged the blankets waking John up in the process.
“What are you doing?” he mumbled sleepily.
“You stole all the blankets. I’m fuckin freezing.”
“I never did anything…” John drifted off again leaving Sid to snort at John’s sleepy protest.
Desperate for heat Sid scooted under the blankets and against John’s warm body. He wrapped himself around John like a starfish around a rock. He didn’t want John accusing him of acting queer again but they were both dressed and he was freezing so he pressed against John as hard as he could. To his pleasant surprise John’s body simply leaned back. After a few minutes the sound of John’s breathing lulled him back to sleep.
Sometime in the dusk of the dawn Sid became aware that he had been turned around. He was now in front and John was now behind him. A few more moments of letting the sleep evaporate from his brain and he became even more aware that John was pushing against him, and then pulling back and then pushing against and …humping him. He wondered if John was even awake or if he was simply the handy battering ram John was playing his sexy dream against. He was desperate to turn around. He was desperate to see if John was awake but he was afraid. John was like a high strung cat, one false move and he would bolt for safety. His cock began to fill from the sensations of being used. He let his hand drift down pulling and tugging his cock to life. He moved his body, just a breath of a move, but it was enough to spook John whose body immediately rolled away from him. Sid rolled over and could see the outline of John as he lay on his back.
“Sorry…was asleep.” John’s voice said meekly.
Sid didn’t reply instead he rolled on top of John pinning his hands above his head holding them there by the wrists as his mouth pushed hard onto Johns. To his amazement John gave it right back their tongues snaking and playing with each other as there bodies rocked in unison.
John sucked in his breath and Sid was captivated. It was such a soft, exciting sound. Another drawn in breath and a quiet moan escaped from John. Sid moaned back. John was revealing himself to him and it was intoxicating.
He let go of John’s wrist concentrating on the kiss which was making him shake both inside and out. If there had been enough blood left in his brain he would have realized that this was his first real kiss. John broke from the kiss hiding his face in the side of his neck, his hands grabbing his back pushing him on demanding more. Puffs of hot air snorted from John’s nose onto his neck as they rocked harder. Their clothes, and their bodies created punishing friction but neither stopped or slowing for a moment. It just all felt too good.
Within minutes John’s body was shaking, a sustained guttural whine filled Sid’s ear and heat spread across the front of John’s pants. The heat and the moans drove Sid over the edge and soon he too was covered in himself.
“God that felt good,” he panted into John’s ear.
“Get the fuck off of me.”
John’s voice was icy. Sid slipped off of him and flopped onto his back. As soon as he was free John bolted from the room. Sid had no intention of following him. When John was in a mood it was best to let him be. Besides, Sid was delightfully worn out from the evening’s activities.
Sid was still alone when the next day rolled into focus. He located the lump that was John, on the living room floor. Beer bottles littered the couch and floor suggesting that John was more passed out than asleep. Sid bent down to make sure John was at least still breathing. He noticed a few new cigarette burns red and oozing from John’s wrists. Penance, he supposed, for a night of pleasure. Disgusted and confused Sid stood back up and kicked John hard in the back. John groaned. Sid kicked him again.
“Stupid fuck,” Sid grumbled before gathering a few things and heading out the door.
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