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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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“Look at all the fuckin hippies,” John sneered.

“Makes me sick,” Jah Wobble chimed in.

Wobble, John and Sid sat sneering and spitting at the long hair and flares that parade past them on the King’s Road. Tiring of going back and forth they had now positioned themselves on the steps of an abandoned doorway continuing their assault on the status quo from their stationary perch.

Since that night John had neither mentioned nor gone near Sid. In fact the next day he had moved back to his parent’s house. He knew he could be around him in the daylight, around friends. It was alone in the dark that worried him.

“This is boring,” Sid chimed in.

“You’re boring,” John sighed.

“You don’t always think I’m boring.”

“Yes I do.” John sneered. Wobble chuckled.

“No not always.” Sid said pouting.

“Yes always Sid-a-Ney.”

“Not the other night ya didn’t.”

“Shut the fuck up!” John said barely able to control the panic and rage he felt. “You’re always boring. I hate spending anytime with you. Only keep you around as a laugh.”

“You don’t keep nothing. I stay if I want to stay.” Sid pushed his arm bumping him into Wobble. John pushed him back causing him to trip down a few of the steps.

“Then go. Nobody’s keeping ya here.”

“Run back home ya mean? To my mommy like you did?”

“Shut up! Least I got a real mom…not some hippie freak.!”

Sid jumped up the steps he had fallen and shoved John back against the door.

“Don’t talk about her like that.”

“Oh shut up Sid.” You don’t like her any better than I do.”

“That’s not true. I love me mum. You fuckin wanker. I’m just not a momma’s boy who would rather live with dear old mum then out on his own like a man.”

“Better with her then with you ya fuckin cunt.” John shoved him again this time causing Sid to spill down the steps and onto the ground.

“Didn’t seem to mind me the other…”

“Fuck off!”

“Why don’t ya both shut the fuck up!” Wobble looked from one to the other. “Your both fuckin boring cunts…both… of…ya.”

After a beat John started to laugh and Sid joined him in short order.

Wobble shook his head , “Common. Let’s go bother the hippies and Teddies at that Let it Rock place.”

Happy to have something to do John helped Sid off the ground and they both rushed to catch up with Wobble.

Neither of them mentioned that night. Oh Sid tried through pathetic hinting or jokes but John always cut him off. Sid just didn’t care. Didn’t care what the others would think. Didn’t care about the long term fall out. Didn’t care what it did to John.

After that night he had been slowly tearing himself into bits. For Sid it was a game. He probably even thought it was all a bit Bowie. Boys, girls didn’t matter. At least that’s what Bowie put out there and Sid bought it big time. Not that Sid thought himself queer just that he thought it all didn’t matter. John wanted it not to matter. Shouldn’t have mattered really. Just a bit of fun. Not like they were going to run off into a bleedin sunset together. And, they hadn’t really even done anything. Just a kiss and a little dry humping. Nothing. But, John could feel it in every vein; every pump of his traitor’s heart, every nerve ending that had refused to calm down since Sid had touched him. It mattered. It mattered too much.

That was until John had a few weeks, and more than a few drinks, and Sid right there to help him back to the squat. Suddenly it all didn’t matter. Not keeping his guard up. Not watching out for prying eyes. Not his reputation. Not his life. Nothing mattered at that moment but Sid.

“Common Johnny,” Sid said giggling as the boys slammed into the hallway walls on the way to the bedroom. Sid had also enjoyed large quantities of alcohol but was better off than John. They collapsed in a giggling heap on the mattress. Sid landing on top of John but pulling back, aware that John wouldn’t want him to stay, but John held his arms, leaned up and kissed him.

“You could stay there, feels nice,” John slurred.

“Are you sure,” Sid whispered rubbing a soft thumb over the scabbed burns on John’s wrists to emphasis what he meant.

“Yes,” John whispered back. As if to show how much he meant it he leaned up and kissed Sid again.

They had been dancing in a small club. John watching more than dancing. He loved looking at Sid especially when Sid was lost in having fun. John could see the eyes looking at Sid, wanting Sid. His Sid. His Sid who smashed up against him demanding that he dance. His Sid yelling over the noise into his ear a breath away from returning to that heated kiss. His Sid who was going home with him not those with the watching eyes.

Sid leaned down and kissed him back, surprised to feel the large bulge pressing on him from between John’s legs.

Their tongues and hands explored each other’s bodies. Sid gently bit John’s ear lobe and tasted the salty sweat off John’s neck. His body ground itself into John. His cock already swollen from the friction.

“Do you want to play with your Sidney?” Sid whispered into the room.

John laughed, “Your daft ya know.” His hand drifted down Sid’s body and cupped his cock through his pants. Sid moaned.

“Alrighty hon, if you want to play.” John whispered. Sid moaned again. “But I want to feel you. Take off your clothes.”

“Yes…” Sid hissed kissing John hard on the mouth. They stayed like that for a moment until each pulled apart to struggle with buttons, zippers and shoelaces.

Naked they pressed together. Their hands and lips making statements for them as they touched and tasted each other.

“You taste sweet,” Sid said thinking that John tasted like a mixture between a cherry candy stick and alcohol. John giggled.

“I ain’t sweet. I’m a bastard I am.”

They lapsed back into silence emitting only grunts and moans of pleasure. John wasn’t sure he could last at this rate. Sid’s kisses were just too hot and his body was wonderfully thin and hard. He needed a distraction to keep from shooting to quickly.

He had never done anything with a girl and never anything with a boy so he was completely lost on what to do. As with everything in his life he found that just jumping in, exploring the possibilities seemed the best solution. He kissed Sid’s chest biting a little at one of his nipples to see what reaction it might produce. Sid moaned and ran a few fingers through his hair. He liked that. Trying again this time he let his tongue flick at it and then bit down harder. Sid pushed his groin up rubbing against him.

“Mmm, feels good. Like the biting.”

“You would ya perv,” John snickered happily as Sid laughed.

He moved down letting his hands drift here and there as he licked Sid’s belly button. Sid giggled causing John to just tickle him harder with his tongue.

“Stop it!” Sid squealed.

“He,He,He,” John continued his assault for a moment but then stopped when he became aware how close he was to actually touching Sid’s cock with his mouth. He wasn’t ready for that. To well and truly become a cocksucker.

Moving back up he kissed Sid moaning into the heat that enveloped his mouth. He let his fingers drift down and touch Sid’s cock. His fingers lightly touched it up and down until he reached the sack underneath. It felt weird, as weird as his own he supposed. His fingers continued to explore while his ears filled with the sounds of Sid’s shallow breath.

“Mate…feels nice…feels nice Johnny….feels nice.”

Sid’s mantra spilled out in lusty low tones.

John kissed him again holding the kiss as his hand wrapped itself harder around Sid’s cock. He pulled on it loving the groans pouring from Sid’s mouth to his. Then the bastard grabbed him back. All thought rushed from his brain to his groin. His hand that had been busy pleasuring Sid now stopped. He couldn’t get over the feeling.

“You feel good Johnny. So good.”

John buried his face in Sid’s chest rocking hard into Sid’s hand. How could a simple touch reduce his body this way?
But, he didn’t want to talk or laugh or think he only wanted to feel. Feel this beautiful man touching him bringing his body over the edge with pleasure.

“So good….so hot Johnny.”

John pushed hard and faster against him. His balls drew up and his gut burned as the orgasm pushed its way through every inch of his body.

“G-a-a-a-w-w-w-d-d. ….mmm,” he knew he was whining and mewing like some sick little kitten but he didn’t care. The orgasm hit him and all sound, time and thought blanked out. It was just Sid and him and the feeling of pure as fuck pleasure coating every inch of him.

Sooner than he would have liked the orgasm ebbed away leaving him feeling deflated, sticky and slightly embarrassed. Sid didn’t seem to notice. He was busy kissing John’s face and then his lips as he pulled himself off.

“Gawd Johnny…gonna shoot…mmm…gonna shoot on you…ahhhh!” He could feel the heat of Sid’s cum splattering his chest but he was still too caught up in his own sensations to protest. Then Sid was next to him curled into him sweaty and sticky. John shivered…it was all too much. Part of him wanted to cry. He was always crying…tears of anger mostly. His mom said it was the Irish in him. He felt it was more like the big stupid girl in him.

Pulling the blanket up around them both John let his body calm down while his mind raced on.
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