Adored

Pushing and shoving they walked along the broken sidewalk. The heat of the night clashing with the cool stares of passer-bys. Head shakes of disapproval greeting their spiky hair, torn clothes and loud voices.
Sid cascaded his body into Johns. A human tidal wave slamming John into a nearby wall. John responded with a flood of kicks and a downpour of fists. Laughing they continued towards the club. Each had a roll to fulfill. John to perform from above. Sid to adore from below.
The stage waited. Each night it challenged John. Laughing at him. Taunting Him. Snarling at him . Night after night John battled. The stage always, ultimately, losing in the end. The audience; a sweaty throbbing blob of hands and skin, insults and spit. John above. The blob below. Sid center stage glowing, enchanted, elated.
An after party. A gathering. A happening. No, not a happening. Too sixties a term. Never trust a hippie, after all. Sid bashing into party goers as he danced wildly. Laughing, slamming, bruising. John watching; amused delighted, excited.
Stumbling headfirst with drink and drugs John slipped away to the dark of an un-occupied bedroom. Sid followed closely behind.
“Don’t want to be at the party without you.”
“Don’t get sappy Sid.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it John.”
Salty kisses on his lips from the sexy dark haired boy. No concern or denials from their lips. Just kisses; tongue, lips, saliva. Hands: petting, touching and seizing rail thin bodies and thick hard cocks.
In the dark their whispers tumbled out.
“I need you Sid a Nay.”
“I need you John a Nay”
“Touch me.”
“Kiss me.”
“Harder.”
“Faster.”
“More.”
“Please.”
“Again.”
“Yes.”
“So fuckin good.”
“So fuckin beautiful.”
“Lick.”
“Bite,”
“Grab.”
“Amazing.”
“Fantastic.”
Wonderful.”
“Love.”
“Yes.”
The dark sucked and swallowed it all away. In the day, in the light, the deeper meanings, the real feelings, the ramifications will cause the boys to scurry away like exposed cockroaches desperate for the safety of the dark.
John, as always, happy at his Sid A Nay, annoyed at himself. Annoyed at his own overwhelming need. He hated the need. The need dragging him into being one of the blob. He wanted to be sexless, removed, and remote. Sid made him responsive, heated and liquid. John resigned himself, accepting his fate and slipping into being just one of the blob for his beautiful black and blue boy. Sid performing from above. John adoring from below.