To Miss You Over Chocolate

Warm, doleful, such a wonderful chocolate hue...

Johnny cursed himself, he'd been staring at the same piece of paper for at least an hour, trying to write something half decent for their next hit. When suddenly he'd found himself scritch scratching on the page words to describe what he saw in Sid's eyes.

He cursed himself again, and violently scribbled out what he'd written, the action drawing the attention of who he'd been describing.

Sid pulled his head up, one side of his hair flattened from having been laying on it so long.

"What's up?"

Johnny scowled at having woke the dozing boy.

"Nu-thing."

Sid raised an eyebrow as his 'wonderful chocolate' gaze found the now ruined paper.

"Got angry with the paper I see."

"Oh fuck off, Sid," Johnny growled, crumpling up the paper and tossing it at the bassist's head.

Even if Sid hadn't just woken up, he wouldn't have been able to catch it and the paper hit his forehead.

"Oi!" Sid tried his hardest to give Johnny a cold glare.

The blond rolled his eyes, not impressed by Sid's act.

"Gimme a break."

The other grinned sheepishly, in turn making Johnny crack a small smile.

"That was so fucking pathetic," Johnny scoffed, "I am insulted that you'd think that would scare me."

"S'not my fault, you're just better at being..."

He stopped and scratched his head, unable to think up a word to describe Johnny. Finally having to turn to his singer for help.

"A cold, standoffish jerk?" Johnny supplied.

Sid nodded eagerly and got up, favoring his mate's lap to the hard, uncomfortable chair.

"You ain't a puppy Sid, get off me!"

Sid grinned his lopsided, childish grin and barked.

Johnny continued to feign his annoyance, just for the sake of it.

"Off," he commanded.

"Make me," Sid challenged.

Johnny grabbed Sid by his rail thin waist and picked him up, tossing him to the bed.

"Alright, there ya' go, made you."

Sid stuck his tongue out and ruffled his hair, trying to bring life back to the flattened side, beaten for the time being.

"Good dog," Johnny snickered.

Sid continued to pout, rapidly falling into one of his moods.

Johnny sighed and took his spot next to the other; this sort of thing had been happening with alarming frequency ever since Sid had met that Yank girl.

Before the blond whore apocalypse; before she'd taken Sid's leather and candy smell and destroyed it with drugs, Sid had only room for him, him and his brutally cold soul. It had been in desperate need of repiecing, and Sid had practically torn apart his own soul to do so.

They'd shared something special, something nobody else could, something that made Johnny keep his Sid around even though everyone else wanted the talentless boy gone.

And now, all he could do was stroke Sid's dirty head and hope he cheered up soon.

"I miss you Johnny," Sid whimpered.

Johnny glanced at him, gaze curious.

"I'm right here."

"No, I miss being with you."

Johnny's heart jumped, but his face showed nothing but mild interest.

"Oh?"

"Miss it a lot."

Sid was getting closer, almost on Johnny's lap again.

"You've got that girl."

"She's not you," Sid's eyes had that god awful needy look in them.

Johnny willed his cold to remain, diminishing against the loving heat radiating from Sid.

"You're delirious, c'mon drink something," Johnny reached across the other, grabbing a half empty bottle from the table.

He waved it in Sid's face, sure his mate couldn't resist the temptation of something sweet tasting and alcoholic.

"Gimme!" Sid grabbed the bottle from him and practically downed the schnapps, humming his delight.

"All better?"

Sid smirked and leaned forward, frisking his tongue along Johnny's cheek.

"I still really want you."