The Ballad of Johhny and Sid

“Hey Johnny wake up,” Sid enthusiastically jumped up and down on the beaten up sofa that John had been sleeping on.
“Stop jumping you fuck!” John growled unhappy to have been woken from his hangover.
“Aww common. I got you a present.”
Sid stopped jumping and looked down at him. A demented grin dancing on his lips.
John struggled to sit up and then grabbed Sid’s legs from under him crashing him to a sitting position.
“Hey!”
“What?” John blinked innocently. “Thought you might want to sit down.” He snickered and reached for his cigarettes. “Now what is all the noise for?”
“I told ya,” Sid started in again, enthusiastic as a puppy. “I got you a present.
John took a moment to light up a cigarette and study his friend. Sid’s hair was sticking up in all directions but damn if he didn’t make it look sexy as hell. He wore a dirty white t-shirt and equally dirty jeans. His lovely, gooey brown eyes warmly pleaded with him to play along. Clutching to the thin cigarette John pulled his legs towards himself fearing that any contact with Sid would make him want to give up staying chaste and alone. So far it had worked but so far Sid had been busy with that slut Mary. Having him this close was like having a cool drink just out of reach on a blistering hot day.
“What ya mean a present? Present for what?”
“For you.”
John rubbed at his greasy hair and shook his head at Sid.
“Well I didn’t get ya nofing and I don’t plan on getting ya nofing.”
Sid shrugged and then grinned a large grin at him. “So,” he sang, “the way you get the gift though is ya gotta guess which hand it’s in.”
“No.”
Sid looked as if John had kicked him.
“What do you mean no? Common. Ya gotta play or you don’t get your gift.”
John stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “Fine. No gift for me then.”
He really wanted to see what had Sid so excited but he couldn’t resist tormenting Sid a little. After all, he had been tormenting him for months with that stupid bird twittering about.
“Aw common guess.”
“Nope.”
Sitting back John pulled at his cigarette dramatically blowing the smoke in Sid’s direction.
Smiling devishly Sid looked over at John and then all at once leaned over him. His knee lightly pressed inside John’s splayed legs as their mouths met in a hot kiss.
“Johnny,” Sid sang looking down at him. Don’t ya want to play?”
“No,” John managed to stutter out. He was desperate to get Sid off of him and equally desperate to kiss Sid again and again.
Sid leaned in again his lips pushing softly against John’s as his knee pushed softly against the hard bulge of John’s cock.
“I,” John started again and then cleared his throat. “Okay. I’ll pick a hand just get off me before I set the couch on fire ya dope.”
Sid looked over at the cigarette dangling from John’s left hand and then peeled himself off of John and back to a sitting position.
“Good. Kay which hand.”
“Left.” John mumbled out sitting up quickly to hide the obvious erection he was sporting.
“Nope.” Sid giggled, “But I’ll give ya the gift anyway. Tadaa!”
Sid pushed his right hand under John’s face. There in his palm sat a small pin in the shape of a unicorn.
“Um, what would I want with that?”
“It reminds me of you!”
“Are ya daft?”
Sid laughed loudly. “No…well maybe but no I mean I think your pretty like the pony part and your always horny.”
“Am not!” John could not believe what he was hearing. The whole gift being a piss take all over him courtesy of the man who had been mentally driving him nuts for all of these months.
“You’re the one getting your knob pulled all the time not me! And…and I know I ain’t pretty or nice lookin or whatever but why the fuck ya got to wake me up to rub that in? You’re a fuckin wanker ya are.”
John jumped up from the couch. His hard on and his heart now equally shriveled.
“No wait.” Sid said grabbing his arm and standing in his path. His gooey eyes coated John with confusion.
“I really mean it. I mean I do think you’re pretty.”
“No I’m not Sidney. Don’t start with…”
“But I do. I mean not like no movie star or nothing but I think you’re really sexy.”
John could feel the blush burning his throat and face.
“Stop,” he whispered shaking off Sid’s hand which was locking him in place. “And I ain’t horny. I told ya I don’t need that stuff like other people do.”
“Yes ya do. Everyone does. And, I could feel just a moment ago how hard…”
“Shut up! I had just woke up!”
“It ain’t bad to need sex.”
“Yes it is.” John said tears brimming in his eyes. What he really wanted to do was grab Sid by the shoulders and scream at him. “It is wrong! It is wrong because I want it with you! It’s wrong to never want girls the way all the other boys do! It’s wrong to fantasize what it would be like to actually have sex…real sex with a boy! To feel you in me and on me and to want to wake up in your arms!” But he knew he couldn’t say it. Couldn’t admit to Sid that what he thought of as fun and games was serious enough to John to be breaking more and more of his heart every day. Instead John took the silly pin from Sid’s fingers.
“Fine. Just to show ya I’m going ta keep this.”
“Show me what?”
“That I don’t give a fuck what ya think. I know ya think I’m an ugly joke but I ain’t. I don’t need sex. I don’t need it or anyone.”
“But…I don’t think that I told ya. I think you’re sexy.” Sid placed a hand on John’s face causing John to pull back as if stung by an insect.
Sid sighed sadly. “Ya need me…I mean…I need you.” His eyes poured hurt and longing onto John. Hurt and longing John couldn’t face.
“No ya don’t” John’s eyes turned from teary to defiant. “Ya prove that every time ya bring that bird around don’t cha?”
Sid’s eyes opened wide.
“Is that what ya think? That she’s like a replacement for you?”
“No!” John blushed harder. “I just…,” John’s words came out in an embarrassed rush. “She just gets on me nerves and if you were truly me friend you wouldn’t be dragging her around all the time…nobody likes her…don’t need ya…we ain’t…it’s not like that…it ain’t…” John felt his throat constricting. They were circling a truth he was not about to face. “Just fuck off!” Stomping off he quickly brushed Sid aside afraid of anything else he or Sid might say to each other.