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So Alone	By : Lianne Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 1101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~So Alone~

Sid Vicious sat in an old chair, playing idly with a hole in his jeans for what seemed like hours. He stared at the floor and reminisced about his days with the Sex Pistols, which wasn’t all that long ago.

“You wanna cigarette?” said a voice.

Sid came out of his reverie and looked over at Johnny Thunders, who was being slightly vain, spending lots of time and energy making his hair look crazy and sexy at the same time.

“Yeah alright.” Sid replied.

Without taking his eyes off the mirror on the wall, Johnny tossed the pack of cigarettes to Sid.

Lighting one up, Sid snuck a few more glances at Johnny. He took in the black vest with no shirt under it, the lean tattooed arms, the big brown eyes that somehow looked intense and aloof simultaneously.

“What.” said Johnny, casually.

Apparently, Sid had been staring for some time, even long enough for Johnny to notice.

Sid mumbled something and carried on smoking. He slid down into the old chair and closed his eyes, letting his mind wander.

For some reason unknown to Sid, thoughts of Johnny Thunders were flooding his mind...

Johnny gazed at Sid, looking aloof, almost reckless. He smirked slightly and walked over to Sid. “I know what you’re thinking, Vicious...I know what you want.” He said. Johnny unbuttoned his vest and slid it off his shoulders, down his arms and it fell to the floor. He stood right in front of Sid, leaned forward and put his arms against the back of the chair. Johnny’s face was suddenly less than two inches from Sid’s. There was an intense moment while they looked curiously into each other’s eyes, and felt each other’s breath so close.

Sid felt the cigarette vanish from his grip.

“You’re gonna burn the fuckin place down.” said Johnny, stealing a drag from it and putting it out in a shot glass.

Sid couldn’t make eye contact with him after what he’d just been thinking about. Fantasizing about, more like...though Sid didn’t want to admit that to himself just yet.

“Hey!” called Johnny, kicking Sid’s booted foot. “You too fucked up to play tonight?”

Johnny was concerned they’d have to cancel again. Their tour as the Living Dead was already turning out to be a failure.
Sid sat up. “Nah, I’m okay, I’m okay.”

He didn’t want to bail on Johnny, after all Johnny had done to organize gigs for them. Never mind all the drugs Johnny scored, being the resourceful man that he was. Sid wanted to appease Johnny Thunders, who was a bit older, a bit wiser, and very cool. Maybe he even wanted to please Johnny...

Sid couldn’t get away from his earlier thoughts of Johnny teasing him.

Johnny sat down on a vinyl sofa next to Sid in their makeshift dressing room, and Sid couldn’t help watch as Johnny slumped down, tilted his head back and moaned. Johnny was moaning out of exhaustion and general discontentment, but to Sid it sounded sexual.

“Sid, throw me my smokes, man.” said Johnny, still reclining tiredly on the sofa.

Sid complied almost too eagerly. He even lit Johnny’s cigarette for him, which seemed to be pushing his luck a little. Johnny looked at him weirdly for a moment, then focused on smoking and tapping his foot to music in his head.

Sid suddenly felt like a complete jackass, and got up and started pacing around the small room. Johnny gave him another weird look. Sid felt he had to come up with some explanation for his behaviour.

“I wish we had some booze or some drugs or something. It’s fuckin borin just sittin around here.” he said with some conviction.

“Yeah, well...maybe after the show or...whenever.” said Johnny, not wanting to get too messed up to pull off the gig successfully. He knew he could manage, but Sid was a complete wreck when he was high or drunk. Johnny thought it would be best to keep Sid occupied so that he didn’t resort to drugs and fuck everything up. He looked at the little stand-up clock on the table.

“The others aren’t gonna be here for prolly another hour or so. You wanna...do something? Like, besides drugs I mean. What do you wanna do?” Johnny asked, stretching out on the sofa.

Sid coughed nervously as he watched Johnny stretch. He saw the vest open, revealing Johnny’s toned torso and small frame. Sid liked what he saw...he nearly ran out of the room when he felt an erection coming on. Instead, though, he sat down in the old chair again.

Sid leaned his elbows on his knees and ran his hands over his face in stress and confusion.

“I’m a fuckin puff...” he said under his breath.

“Huh? So what are we gonna do?” asked Johnny, who looked bored and tired. He knew Sid looked up to him, and he felt somewhat responsible every time Sid shot up or got drunk. He wanted to do those things with Sid, but he also wanted to protect Sid from them. Johnny decided that this time, he’d prevent Sid from running off, finding Nancy and doing something stupid, which would inevitably ruin the tour. He sat up and stared at Sid.

Sid gazed at Johnny Thunders for a moment, then said “I dunno, whatever. Anythin.”

“Anything.” Johnny repeated, as if testing Sid.

“Yeah. What. I don’t care what we do, it’s all fuckin boring.” said Sid.

“C’mere.” said Johnny, nodding towards the spot next to him on the sofa.

“Why?” asked Sid, who was getting defensive.

“Why not? Sit here.” said Johnny, who seemed determined to torture Sid and make him feel like a jackass.

Sighing, Sid plunked himself down next to Johnny.

“Take off your jacket.” said Johnny.

Sid was getting quite uncomfortable now, but did as he was told. He tried to act casually, but from his fidgety, flustered behaviour, it was obvious to Johnny that he was having quite the effect on Sid. Sid removed his leather jacket and put it on the floor. He refused to make eye contact with Johnny, and sat nervously as Johnny looked over Sid’s arms, seeing the scars and recently healed cuts.

Johnny’s big brown eyes looked at Sid with sympathy, understanding, and a little something else that made Sid curious.

Johnny took hold of Sid’s arm, gently, and lifted it up. He frowned slightly at the track marks and subtle lines that decorated the flesh. Sid was astounded when Johnny placed his lips warmly against his arm. Johnny gave little kisses to Sid’s arm, over some of the marks and scars, as if to heal them. Although Sid was extremely baffled, embarrassed and uncomfortable, he couldn’t pull away. He realized that he totally wanted Johnny Thunders, and loved this new form of attention from him.

Johnny was looking up at Sid, watching his reaction to the kisses. Sid looked at Johnny briefly, then refused to make eye contact. Johnny ran his fingers delicately down Sid’s arm as he sat up a little. He noticed the erection under Sid’s jeans, and he gave a sexy smirk.

Sid didn’t know what to do at this point. He was incredibly nervous, and aroused, and kept thinking about leaving the room, as well as what might happen if he stayed.

“You...liked that, right?” said Johnny, just making sure he wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Sid nodded. It was a coy nod, very unlike Sid’s usual mannerisms.

“Good. I did too.” Johnny laughed slightly. “You know...we should prolly take care of that (gesturing toward Sid’s erection) before we go on stage.”

Sid became even more nervous. He was thinking did Johnny Thunders just suggest... but he didn’t have time to finish that thought because he felt Johnny’s hand grasp him through his jeans. He moaned very quietly, as if trying to hide it from Johnny.

Johnny leaned against Sid and whispered “Just relax. It feels good, don’t it?”

“Oh. Yes.” Sid whispered back.

“Nobody’ll find out. We’re alone, we’re horny...let’s do it.” Johnny encouraged as he stroked Sid’s erection through the denim.

“Fuck.” Sid breathed hoarsely.

Sid took his shirt off in a hurry. He put his hands in Johnny’s crazy rocker hair and pulled him roughly into a kiss. Johnny was shocked by how much Sid was suddenly getting into it. As Sid’s lips pushed against his, he felt his own pants tighten as he hardened.

The raw energy and intensity between them was explosive. Though no one was there to see it, the scene was an impressive one: Sid Vicious breathing heavily as he pushed Johnny Thunders down on the sofa; Johnny whispering to Sid, encouraging him while his hands run over Sid’s leanly muscled back and arms.

Sid couldn’t believe he was practically dominating Johnny Thunders in the dressing room, and that Johnny was loving it.
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