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The Woe of Aftermath	By : Nexus Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 4380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter V
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Jimmy awoke the next morning to the dulcet sound of birdsong emanating from the garden. He yawned, flicked a hand over his ruffled dark mane and smiled as he caught a glimpse of Robert's sleeping frame under the duvet, his back mounting gently, steadily with each breath. Robert wasn't going to wake up any time soon, Jimmy pondered. He let himself out of the bed carefully and flinched as the bedsprings squeaked to attention. Lingering momentarily over Robert's slumbering form, he leaned down and planted a tender kiss on the singer's hair. He then entered the ensuite bathroom and took a leak, after which he walked downstairs and rummaged around the kitchen for some cigarettes.

"Only bloody Camels," he grunted. "Hideous shit," he mumbled and proceeded to light one up.

Furnished with a crumpled packet of cigarettes and a glass of water, Jimmy walked out to the patio's sliding doors and let himself out, taking in the fresh morning air and making himself comfortable in a lattice chair overlooking an art nouveau fountain with a dragonfly birdbath in its midst.

"Oh Robert," he tittered. "So this is what you spend the band's money on."

Jimmy finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in a ceramic ashtray. Then he stood up and headed for the lush grass, where he finally sat down and began to meditate, murmuring a Celtic mantra under his breath. The guitarist remained in that position for 20 minutes.

"Fuck!" Jimmy yelled, looking up at a bemused Robert. "Did you have to scare me like that?"

"Yep," Robert laughed. "I can resist anything except temptation."

"That so, Oscar," Jimmy got up, flexing his muscles.

"I see that you've helped yourself to my smokes."

"Lamentably," Jimmy grimaced. "How can you smoke that shit?"

"Easy, I don't do it very often."

The pair laughed and walked back to the house. Once in the kitchen, Robert popped on the coffee machine and buried his nose in the fridge.

"Oh brother," Robert sighed. "No bacon or eggs, nor marmalade..."

"No marmalade?" exclaimed Jimmy.

"Nope."

"How can you live like this," Jimmy made a face. "Without any decent cigarettes or marmalade."

"Marlboroughs, coffee and orange preserve, the cornerstone diet of every musician."

"Exactly."

Robert laughed and closed the fridge. "How about we ditch this place and go over to Ritchie's for breakfast?"

"That buffoon?" Jimmy spat. "I never quite understood why you bother with him."

"He's a nice chap——”

"Once you get to know him," Jimmy interrupted. "Yep, so I'm told. Somehow I don't really dig having to work hard to like somebody, Robert."

"He's intimidated by you, Jimmy, give the lad a break."

"Intimidated my arse! I know precisely what goes on in his twisted little head," Jimmy paused to light a cigarette. "I know what he's after."

"Oh yeah," Robert grinned. "Enlighten me."

"You!" Jimmy snapped. "Jeez, these fags are awful."

"So quit smoking them," Robert laughed. "And don't be ridiculous. Jesus fucking Christ, Ian gets the same shit from Ritchie."

"Funny that," Jimmy exhaled a long trail of smoke and eyed Robert suspiciously.

"What the fuck, Jimmy, do you want me to stop seeing Ian and Ritchie just because you don't like them?"

"That would be nice."

Robert rolled his eyes and poured himself and Jimmy some freshly brewed coffee.

"Here, put this in your mouth. Might put a stop to your inane prattle."

"I'd rather put something in your mouth."

Robert grinned. The telephone rang.

Robert went to answer it and Jimmy took a swig of the coffee, noticing a magnet on Robert's fridge.

Hence shrines were built, and an appreciative throng of believers came to exchange coins and paper for some dark liquid pleasure.

Jimmy smiled and took another sip of coffee. Robert's voice trailed from the sitting room.

"No, it's cool," Robert walked into the kitchen pressing a cordless phone to his ear. "Yeah, go on."

"Brilliant," Jimmy sighed. "That's all we needed. Some dumbass loser to invent the cordless phone so we can walk around the house, do the gardening, eat, shower and jerk off while talking on the phone to mommy."

"Shhh..." Robert stiffed a laugh and continued his conversation.

Jimmy frowned and went upstairs to wash. He borrowed a purple t-shirt from Robert and buttoned up his leather vest when he heard Robert climb up the stairs and enter the bedroom. Robert took one look at Jimmy and grinned.

"Whatcha smirking about, Plant?"

"Nothing much," Robert replied and sat on the bed. "That was John by the way. Wanted to know if everything was okay."

"Uh huh," Jimmy said distractedly.

"What did you tell him, Jimmy?"

"About what?"

"When Bonzo asked whether you and I were okay, I got the feeling that he wasn't enquiring after our health."

"Ahh," said Jimmy and started combing his hair.

"Ahh," repeated Robert irritably. "Is that all you have to offer?"

"Fuck, I didn't tell him anything," Jimmy turned to look at Robert. "What do you think?”

"I dunno," Robert tilted his head. "That's why I asked."

"He and Jonesy aren't stupid, Robert. They noticed the tension between us and John asked me about it yesterday."

"Huh," murmured Robert. "And what did you say to him?"

"Nothing." Jimmy shrugged. "There's nothing to say. Is there?"

"Guess not."

Jimmy finished grooming his hair and knelt on the floor beside the bed, taking Robert's hand and squeezing it gently. Robert placed his hands over either side of Jimmy's head and leaned down to kiss his lips. Their kiss quickened and became more urgent, fervent, until Jimmy leapt up over Robert and dragged him across the bed, his entire body covering Robert's. The pair kissed animatedly, heatedly running their hands over each other's bodies and tearing at their clothes. Robert ripped off Jimmy's shirt and threw it on the pillow.

"Woa there, Robert," Jimmy panted. "That's YOUR shirt you've just torn ya know."

"Wha...” Robert lifted his mouth from Jimmy's chest and looked at the crumpled shirt.

"Oh, that," he giggled. Jimmy took a double take at the purple shirt and realised what he'd been wearing.

"That's a fucking Deep Purple tour shirt!" he exclaimed. "So that's what you were snickering about when you saw me in it."

Robert threw his head back and laughed.

Continued in chapter six....
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