As the Pain Washes Away
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Sex Pistols
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,710
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
As the Pain Washes Away
No matter how many times Johnny had to watch Sid crawl back to Nancy.
No matter how terribly it hurt to know he was second to that woman in Sid's eyes.
No matter how many times EVERYONE told him to get rid of the useless waste of space.
He kept hanging on.
When Sid returned to Johnny, eager for what he had to give, the man willing gave it to him. Not just willingly, he was goddamn delirious that it was his turn with the boy.
In a way, he figured this must mean he was a masochist, or something very similiar.
And yet, here they were again.
Johnny watched Sid shake the water from his hair, not much help mind you, as the steady stream from the shower head continued to cascade on his head.
He enjoyed watching Sid, he found the boy to be quite silly. And that, in turn, made him feel less angry at everything.
"You'd best give in Sidney" He chuckled as Sid swore and spat out a mouthful of water, "The shower's going to win."
Sid pushed back his soaked bangs and eyed Johnny with his large eyes, that for some reason reminding Johnny of the chocolate chips in cookies after they've just come out of the oven; warm and melty. But he found that thought to be somewhat stupid and banished it immediately.
"Damn" Sid whimpered, clinging to Johnny.
"Tough luck," was the airy response, accompanied by a shrug.
He took the soap and ran it along Sid's back, the pallid surface becoming sleek and covered in white froth.
"Do-on't" the boy whined, squirming.
"Doesn't Sidney like being clean?" Johnny asked, next covering the other's shoulders and arms.
"I could do it myself," Sid insisted.
"I'm so sure."
Johnny set the soap back down and watched the suds fall away from Sid's skin as the water got to it, the sight causing his cock to give an excited twitch.
"Beside's I like you clean" He continued, snagging remaining soap residue on his long fingers and sliding his hand down to Sid's taught ass.
Sid whined and pressed harder against Johnny, shy of the invasive hand. Johnny chuckled, his hard gaze fixed hungrily on the boy. When Sid realized this he glanced up, shivering. Johnny's eyes bothered Sid, vivid blue and always icy. Looking into them always gave him the impression of being trapped. And he did not like feeling trapped.
Flushing, Sid lowered his gaze and allowed Johnny to lean down and catch his mouth in a rough, demanding kiss.
Sid's lips parted and his tongue eagerly greeted Johnny's, flickering against his. The boy groaned as Johnny-unsatisfied with the teasing-pulled his head forward and thrust his tongue deeper, rubbing against the roof of his mouth.
"Johnny..." Sid panted, taking deep, uneven breaths "Play with me."
"Play what?"
Sid's blush worsened, as though he didn't know how to put what he wanted into words.
"Play?" He repeated.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and swept the dripping locks of orange back from his forehead.
"Can it be my turn?" The boy continued.
"If you can convince me" He smirked, eyes narrowing.
Sid grinned; childishly, lovingly. Johnny knew that in the end he would be convinced, and Sid would love him in the way he'd all but forgotten.
No matter how terribly it hurt to know he was second to that woman in Sid's eyes.
No matter how many times EVERYONE told him to get rid of the useless waste of space.
He kept hanging on.
When Sid returned to Johnny, eager for what he had to give, the man willing gave it to him. Not just willingly, he was goddamn delirious that it was his turn with the boy.
In a way, he figured this must mean he was a masochist, or something very similiar.
And yet, here they were again.
Johnny watched Sid shake the water from his hair, not much help mind you, as the steady stream from the shower head continued to cascade on his head.
He enjoyed watching Sid, he found the boy to be quite silly. And that, in turn, made him feel less angry at everything.
"You'd best give in Sidney" He chuckled as Sid swore and spat out a mouthful of water, "The shower's going to win."
Sid pushed back his soaked bangs and eyed Johnny with his large eyes, that for some reason reminding Johnny of the chocolate chips in cookies after they've just come out of the oven; warm and melty. But he found that thought to be somewhat stupid and banished it immediately.
"Damn" Sid whimpered, clinging to Johnny.
"Tough luck," was the airy response, accompanied by a shrug.
He took the soap and ran it along Sid's back, the pallid surface becoming sleek and covered in white froth.
"Do-on't" the boy whined, squirming.
"Doesn't Sidney like being clean?" Johnny asked, next covering the other's shoulders and arms.
"I could do it myself," Sid insisted.
"I'm so sure."
Johnny set the soap back down and watched the suds fall away from Sid's skin as the water got to it, the sight causing his cock to give an excited twitch.
"Beside's I like you clean" He continued, snagging remaining soap residue on his long fingers and sliding his hand down to Sid's taught ass.
Sid whined and pressed harder against Johnny, shy of the invasive hand. Johnny chuckled, his hard gaze fixed hungrily on the boy. When Sid realized this he glanced up, shivering. Johnny's eyes bothered Sid, vivid blue and always icy. Looking into them always gave him the impression of being trapped. And he did not like feeling trapped.
Flushing, Sid lowered his gaze and allowed Johnny to lean down and catch his mouth in a rough, demanding kiss.
Sid's lips parted and his tongue eagerly greeted Johnny's, flickering against his. The boy groaned as Johnny-unsatisfied with the teasing-pulled his head forward and thrust his tongue deeper, rubbing against the roof of his mouth.
"Johnny..." Sid panted, taking deep, uneven breaths "Play with me."
"Play what?"
Sid's blush worsened, as though he didn't know how to put what he wanted into words.
"Play?" He repeated.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and swept the dripping locks of orange back from his forehead.
"Can it be my turn?" The boy continued.
"If you can convince me" He smirked, eyes narrowing.
Sid grinned; childishly, lovingly. Johnny knew that in the end he would be convinced, and Sid would love him in the way he'd all but forgotten.