And That Makes You Dangerous 8/8
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Title: And That Makes You Dangerous
Series: An Ox's Tale
Rating: R overall (NC-17...a little)
Pairing: John/Keith (implied Pete/John throughout)
Era: Lifehouse sessions (late ‘70 - early 1971)
Warnings: alcoholism, bad!drug use, swearing, sex, and soap!angst, level 5...heh heh
Summary: Pete notices a change in John’s behavior when Keith is around. John sees it too. When both begin to question why, soul searching ensues.
Disclaimer: Of course, this didn't occur, but it makes for a good story. Oh, and I don't make money from this. Man, that would rock.
Author's Notes: Previous chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Sixa | Sixb | Seven
OMG, this thing is finally done and dusted. I've been dying to write others, but I just *had* to finish this one first. Critiques and suggestions are always welcomed as well; flame me, I can take! ;)
Oh, by the way...there are sexy!times here at the end, in case the chapter quote don't give it away. Gotta have a positive somewhere, eh?
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Chapter Eight:
"So was I alright? Did I take you to the height of ecstasy? Was I alright? Did a shadow of emotion cross your face, or was it just another trick of the light?" - Trick of the Light
John turned the key, locking the final cabinet under the bar. He sighed, and wondered for the thousandth time whether or not he should go through with this. He glanced at the quarter bottle of gin he'd left out, shaking his head as he reached for it and poured a shot into the glass sitting beside it.
This gin was the only thing left out now, and he intended to slowly finish the bottle off as he waited. Not too much; he wanted a clear head. Only just enough to take the edge off of the leftover effects, both from last night's exploits as well as the early start he got this morning, and to calm his shaking nerves. He knew he'd be waiting quite some time anyway before Keith would be up.
John had forced himself to wait until he had reevaluated the situation after speaking with Pete a week earlier. He had to accept that this was not likely to end well, that Keith would eventually get bored or restless and end it; or that he'd slip so far into himself that the real Keith would just one day disappear. Or that he'd overdose again...
He finished the shot and poured another, refusing those possible truths, taking each day as it came. He could only hope that there would be many of them together, but he knew well enough to cherish every moment with Keith, in case there wouldn't be another, for whatever reason. When that time came, he would have to deal with it then.
In the past two weeks the drummer had become carefully affectionate, but as his patience quickly wore thin he also started to act depressed, until John had decided enough was enough. He'd made up his mind, so he may as well get on with it. Last night they'd partied like they were teenagers again, gathering friends, fans and random drinkers in an epic pub crawl, causing mayhem at each stop. They hadn't enjoyed a night like that in a long time, so long that John had feared maybe something had been lost already between them.
But last night he realized that nothing had really changed, and that it didn't have to as long as he didn't allow it. It was one thing that, at least for now, he could take some level of comfort in.
Driven from his thoughts by the sound of movement from upstairs, John finished the last bit of his drink and took a seat on the sofa in the sitting room, patiently awaiting Keith's appearance. When the drummer did finally arrive in the doorway, he had a confused expression. John couldn't help but smile slightly at the way the brown hair was still sticking out in places, disheveled from sleep.
"What you got all the booze locked up for?" Keith asked, the small pout evident in his voice.
John said nothing, instead motioning for Keith to take a seat next to him. His friend obliged, shuffling over and plopping down next to him, curiosity clear on his face. After a few long moments of quiet, he began to fidget restlessly, and John finally fixed him with a serious expression.
"What's wrong, John?" Keith asked nervously when he could no longer take the silence.
John hesitated for a few seconds, fighting down his own ragged nerves, before raising his hand. He kept his movements slow and purposeful, allowing Keith time to see what he was doing. With infinite gentleness, John ran his fingertips along the younger man's jaw line, his smoldering grey eyes never leaving Keith's questioning brown ones. He turned a bit, bringing his other hand up, and smoothed the stray strands of hair on the young man's head, before cupping his face in both hands. Carefully, John leaned in, his lips meeting Keith's in a tentative kiss.
Keith breathed in sharply in surprise, but made no move to pull away, instead opening his mouth and kissing John back, his own hands resting on John's shoulders. As the kiss deepened, his eyes closed, and a soft whimper escaped his throat.
John finally pulled back, breath slightly heavy, and opened his eyes. Keith's were still closed, and he nuzzled his face into the bassist's rough hands, his own breath quickened as well. When John drew his fingers away, those eyelids fluttered opened, and their gazes locked.
Keith's expression made it clear to John that he was both nervous and unsure, two things he would normally not associate with the drummer. But it was for this reason that John wanted him sober; there was no way Keith could hide behind the drugs this time.
"Are you sure you want this?" John asked, his voice low and raspy. Keith shook under the heavy stare, but could not look away.
"More than anything, John...honest," he responded, voice sincere despite the hesitancy in his tone. He swallowed, watching the dark eyes as they searched his own, anxiety flaring in his stomach as the moments passed like hours.
When finally John leaned in again, Keith met him halfway, their mouths rejoining. Placing one hand on Keith's waist, John reached up with the other and combed his fingers into the drummer's soft brown hair, pulling him closer while slowly exploring his mouth, savoring the experience. He moaned softly and deepened the kiss further as Keith's tongue joined in, dancing along his own, finally giving him the taste he'd been craving all these weeks.
Keith's hands suddenly latched onto the bassist's shirt, and he gasped out a breath, breaking the embrace as he felt fingertips teasing his ribcage beneath the fabric of his shirt. John's eyes met his, and the desire he saw there was nearly overwhelming. Although he had believed John when he said he loved him, Keith just couldn't imagine someone truly wanting him in that way. But now he had no doubt, and the knowledge was liberating.
He met the look with a devilish smirk and leaned back into the sofa, pulling the larger man down toward him and into another, more urgent embrace. He was rewarded immediately as John shifted, moving to straddle his lap, both of those talented hands now caressing his waist. Keith tugged at the fabric of John's shirt, about to tear it open, when the kiss ended again, and long fingers wrapped around his wrists.
John leaned in close, the hair on his face tickling Keith's ear.
"Not this time," he whispered. "It's my turn."
Keith nodded slowly, his response earning freedom for his hands as John's own returned to his stomach, and lips began tracing along his neck. The drummer sighed happily, closing his eyes and tilting back his head.
John ran his calloused fingertips gently along Keith's ribs to his chest, taking up the shirt as he went, stopping for a moment to flick his thumbs over the erect nubs he found there. Keith jumped with a sharp breath, his fists again clenching John's collar. Smiling against the skin of Keith's neck, the bassist repeated the motion, earning a small whine this time. He quickly lowered his head and lapped at one of the nipples he'd exposed, causing Keith to arch up his chest and push himself closer.
"God, that's...yeah..." The drummer sighed, tightening his grip into the fabric.
John pulled away, tugging up on the shirt until the drummer realized and raised his arms. The article was immediately removed and discarded before John stood and unbuttoned his own shirt and tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving Keith's. Those expressive brown orbs were shining back with anticipation, a feeling he most definitely shared. The bassist reached out, a dark smirk on his face.
Keith answered by beaming happily and lifting his hands, clutching onto the broad forearms. He was pulled up and into John's embrace, both of them gasping as their skin fully contacted. They kissed hungrily, arms wrapped around each other, fingers exploring newly exposed flesh. When John's hands traveled down his back and below the waistline of his pants, Keith moaned softly.
"Decided we didn't need briefs this morning, hmm?" John commented casually, emphasizing with a sudden squeeze of Keith's ass cheeks. The drummer had the decency to blush a bit more than he already had, but he showed an innocent face. The bassist huffed a low laugh before continuing to massage the well rounded flesh, pulling their bodies even closer, making his arousal apparent.
Keith was clearly aroused as well, moaning again, louder this time, causing John to tilt his head back and close his eyes.
"I fucking love it when you do that," he blurted out through a sigh.
The drummer responded by grabbing onto John's backside, pushing their hips together as he ground himself against the taller man. John let out a staggered groan of his own.
"I like it too," Keith panted back, his lips and tongue suddenly busy along John's neck and shoulders as he licked and nibbled his way across the pale skin, making him shudder and sigh.
"We should move this upstairs," John suggested, pulling Keith's head up by a fist full of hair and attacking his mouth again.
Keith leaned his forearms on the bassist's chest, pushing him back and against a nearby wall while continuing the fevered kiss. When eventually they broke off for air, the room filled with the sound of their labored breathing, Keith looked into John's eyes.
"Stairs are over here," he offered helpfully, nodding off to the left.
John chuckled for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a low growl, eyes closing as his head thumped back against the wall. Keith's hands were pressing against his straining cock, rubbing him through his jeans. The tension was becoming impossible to refuse any longer.
"No patience at all," John managed to breathe out, acknowledging Keith's responding laugh before he took a deep breath and willed himself off of the support of the wall behind him, grabbing Keith's wrist, pulling him to the staircase.
Keith grabbed John's hand with both of his own and obediently followed along and up to the second floor. As they passed several rooms, Keith felt like some teenage bird being sneaked into her boyfriend's bedroom. The image made him smile and giggle, earning a raised eyebrow from John as he pulled him into the master bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.
John led the drummer to the foot of the bed, freeing his hand and reaching down to undo the fly on Keith's pants and slowly easing them around the bulge until his swollen cock was freed. The pants dropped to the floor, and the bassist backed away for a moment, admiring his friend with his gaze. Keith blushed again, averting his head shyly, but John turned it back with his hand.
"It's alright," he whispered, drawing the boy into an affectionate kiss that quickly turned heated as John caressed Keith's erection with his own clothed one. He pushed him gently down to sit on the bed, placing his strong hands on the pale thighs as he knelt down in front of him.
Keith's fingers clutched the bedcover and he gasped as one of John's hands grabbed him firmly at the base, thumb teasing his balls. Their eyes met for a moment, and then John lowered his mouth around Keith's hot flesh.
"Ohh Johnny..." he moaned, his fingers latching into John's thick black hair. "Fuck, that's s-so good." His hips shivered as waves of pleasure traveled up and down his spine. "Mmm...don't stop."
John continued to take Keith slowly, his tongue running along the underside and around the tip, causing the younger man to whimper and surge his hips forward. His myriad vocalizations were driving John crazy, each low whine or disjointed mumble sending a surge of heat from his chest straight to his groin. He moaned low in his throat as he continued to suck on Keith's dick while using his left hand to finally free his own.
"F-faster, Johnny...please."
Keith's breathless plea caused John to grip his own cock reflexively, and he began to pump himself desperately while increasing his pace on the other man as well. He maintained the rhythm as long as he could bear it, the pleasure quickly increasing. When he felt the muscles tense in Keith's thighs as he came closer to the edge, and knowing he was in danger of it himself, John forcefully pulled away.
"Ohh...Fuck!" Keith gasped out, recovering from his daze just in time to hear a short cry from John. Opening his eyes, he looked down and saw his friend had a white-knuckled grip on his knees, his head bowed, as he caught his breath.
"I'm sorry," John managed after a few moments, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "If I hadn't stopped...this would have been over really fast."
When he realized that John had been stroking himself as well, and that he'd nearly lost control, Keith felt an immediate surge of arousal. His hands, which were still in John's hair, pulled the man up to meet his glowing eyes before diving in for a heated kiss, his tongue tasting every inch of John's mouth. When he finally pulled his fingers free, Keith helped John to remove his remaining clothes. He pulled the bassist's head down close to his own.
"Fuck me John," Keith murmured against the older man's ear. "I need you inside of me."
John's cock twitched in response, and he grabbed the damp brown hair and pulled Keith close, tongue attacking the other man's mouth and running along his teeth.
The drummer pulled back, pushing himself up onto the bed, meeting dark eyes with his own, before turning to flip himself over. A hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked questioningly up at John.
"I want to look at you," he responded in a low voice.
Keith swallowed nervously, suddenly anxious. Despite his earlier confidence, he now felt exposed. But the love and acceptance in John's gaze allowed him to overcome his fear. He trusted John, more than he ever had anyone before.
Keith finally nodded, prompting John to let go, instead reaching for an extra pillow as he climbed up onto the bed. The drummer laid back, lifting his hips as the bassist slid the cushion beneath him. His legs were spread open, John's fingers teasing the inside of his thighs, making him shiver.
John leaned over Keith, planting his hands into the mattress on either side of the body beneath him, and drew his friend into a deep, lingering kiss, slowly rocking his hips into Keith's until they were moaning into each others' mouths.
"Please John..." Keith gasped when they parted. "I want you."
John pulled back, leaning toward the night table and pulling out a small bottle of oil. He quickly smoothed a bit of the liquid onto his shaft, reaching down to position himself at Keith's entrance, his hands shaking. Pushing a bit, he found the opening relaxed and ready. He looked up, locking eyes with Keith while grasping his hips.
Keith nodded, biting his lower lip in anticipation.
"I love you," John uttered breathlessly before thrusting himself completely inside in a single stroke. They moaned loudly together, Keith's fingers digging into his shoulders while his own fingers gripped the quivering waist beneath him tightly. When his eyes opened again, dark pools stared up at him, burning with passion. With desire.
Keith grasped two handfuls of John's hair and pulled him into a desperate kiss, rocking up against him. The bassist took the hint and began to thrust slowly but steadily into the hot, willing body under him.
Panting into each others mouths, pleasure replacing thought as the pace increased, John ran his fingers over every part of Keith's body, touching as much as he could, mapping out the skin beneath him with his hands, creating a memory he hoped he would continue to add to. A flash of emotion gleamed in his eyes, and John stopped moving for a moment, catching his breath, pulling back a bit.
"No, don't stop," Keith panted out in a whine, his dazed eyes pleading. "Fuck...please..."
"F-first," John ground out, hands back to gripping Keith's waist in an iron grip, "tell me you love me." His grey eyes were shining, and the sound of their combined breathing filled his ears.
"I love you, John," Keith answered lowly, moaning as he was immediately met by a reflexive thrust from his lover. "I love you so fucking much," he breathed out again in response.
"T-tell me...oh..." John continued, fighting for composure, groaning when Keith clenched his muscles around him impatiently. "Not fair," he growled through gritted teeth, registering Moonie's breathy laugh amongst the increasing haze in his mind. He looked up again, determinedly. "Tell me, when you're with...some bird, in s-some suite somewhere...t-tell me...mmm..."
"Only you, John," Keith answered in a whisper, thrusting up again, the rhythm recommencing. He sighed, arching his back, meeting every thrust. "I'll only think of you."
The world dropped away around him then, as John focused only on the sound of Keith's pleasured moans and his own staggered breathing. It was good. It was too good. He took the erection straining up at him in hand, stroking desperately.
"Ohh...Johnny, oh god...I...fuck, I'm..." Keith blurted out.
In seconds, his rear end surged up as he came, his fingers clawing John's broad back while he groaned long and low. John felt his own climax begin to overtake him at that moment, a surge of sheer ecstasy passing over him.
"Keith..." he sighed, the two of them clinging together, moaning and panting in one another's embrace until the last shivers of their orgasms had subsided.
What could have been hours later, John finally pulled out and rolled off of Keith, an arm going over his eyes as he regained his breath.
"Holy fuck!" Keith finally exclaimed.
John chuckled, uncovering his eyes and turning. He was met with a glowing smile from his friend, and he immediately pulled him close for a lingering, affectionate kiss. Eventually he reluctantly pulled himself away and quit the bed, squeezing the drummer's hand when the younger man frowned.
"I'll be right back," he assured, grinning at Keith's obvious relief. He wandered into the adjoining bathroom, taking down a towel and running the water to warm it. He quickly cleaned himself off, standing and pausing when he met his reflection in the mirror.
He looked happy. Truly happy. It was something in his eyes that told him. His heart felt light, at least for right now, and John closed his eyelids and just stood there, taking in the feeling, the emotions and memories of this day, bringing them close to his heart. He wanted to remember this time as long as he lived.
When he finally emerged from the loo, towel in hand, Keith was waiting intently, anxious in both body language and facial expression. John crawled back into the bed and began slowly wiping down Keith's pale body, admiring him once more with his gaze. When he finally met his eyes, John smiled, genuinely and lovingly.
Keith smiled back, genuinely and lovingly, and he could see it; Keith looked happy. Truly happy. It was something in the eyes that told him...
John tossed the towel aside and lay back, opening his arms, his smile widening as Keith fell instantly into his embrace, curling up next to him. He pulled the sheet over them, settling back and basking in the comfort of the warmth in his arms.
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John idly stroked Keith's soft hair with his fingers, taking a long drag from his smoke. He'd only dozed for a short time before waking from the weight of his thoughts. In the ensuing hour, he'd remained this way, the peace from Keith's sleep allowing him to reflect.
He knew in his heart this was what he wanted. Gazing down at the calm on his friend's features as he slept, he felt a surge of pure affection, and had no doubt. But the fear was already looming, a shadow in the back of his mind, and it made him tighten his grip reflexively.
He would hold on to Keith as long as he could.
Unfortunately, at that moment, Keith began to stir, and John sighed, resigning himself to having to give up this particular comfort; he knew the drummer would be restless and want to go out. He stubbed his smoke and ruffled the mop of brown hair on his chest.
Keith yawned theatrically and blinked, pushing himself up on his elbow for a moment as he peered down into John's lazy slate eyes. He gave a sleepy smile and hugged the larger man close, taking in a deep breath and sighing contentedly.
"Can we just stay in today, John?" Keith asked tiredly, voice muffled as it was buried in John's chest.
The bassist raised a surprised eyebrow, but then smiled, breathing his own sigh of contentment as he tightened his arms around Keith. In this moment, he had everything he could ever want.
He had hope.
"As long as you want, love."
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Title: And That Makes You Dangerous
Series: An Ox's Tale
Rating: R overall (NC-17...a little)
Pairing: John/Keith (implied Pete/John throughout)
Era: Lifehouse sessions (late ‘70 - early 1971)
Warnings: alcoholism, bad!drug use, swearing, sex, and soap!angst, level 5...heh heh
Summary: Pete notices a change in John’s behavior when Keith is around. John sees it too. When both begin to question why, soul searching ensues.
Disclaimer: Of course, this didn't occur, but it makes for a good story. Oh, and I don't make money from this. Man, that would rock.
Author's Notes: Previous chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Sixa | Sixb | Seven
OMG, this thing is finally done and dusted. I've been dying to write others, but I just *had* to finish this one first. Critiques and suggestions are always welcomed as well; flame me, I can take! ;)
Oh, by the way...there are sexy!times here at the end, in case the chapter quote don't give it away. Gotta have a positive somewhere, eh?
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Chapter Eight:
"So was I alright? Did I take you to the height of ecstasy? Was I alright? Did a shadow of emotion cross your face, or was it just another trick of the light?" - Trick of the Light
John turned the key, locking the final cabinet under the bar. He sighed, and wondered for the thousandth time whether or not he should go through with this. He glanced at the quarter bottle of gin he'd left out, shaking his head as he reached for it and poured a shot into the glass sitting beside it.
This gin was the only thing left out now, and he intended to slowly finish the bottle off as he waited. Not too much; he wanted a clear head. Only just enough to take the edge off of the leftover effects, both from last night's exploits as well as the early start he got this morning, and to calm his shaking nerves. He knew he'd be waiting quite some time anyway before Keith would be up.
John had forced himself to wait until he had reevaluated the situation after speaking with Pete a week earlier. He had to accept that this was not likely to end well, that Keith would eventually get bored or restless and end it; or that he'd slip so far into himself that the real Keith would just one day disappear. Or that he'd overdose again...
He finished the shot and poured another, refusing those possible truths, taking each day as it came. He could only hope that there would be many of them together, but he knew well enough to cherish every moment with Keith, in case there wouldn't be another, for whatever reason. When that time came, he would have to deal with it then.
In the past two weeks the drummer had become carefully affectionate, but as his patience quickly wore thin he also started to act depressed, until John had decided enough was enough. He'd made up his mind, so he may as well get on with it. Last night they'd partied like they were teenagers again, gathering friends, fans and random drinkers in an epic pub crawl, causing mayhem at each stop. They hadn't enjoyed a night like that in a long time, so long that John had feared maybe something had been lost already between them.
But last night he realized that nothing had really changed, and that it didn't have to as long as he didn't allow it. It was one thing that, at least for now, he could take some level of comfort in.
Driven from his thoughts by the sound of movement from upstairs, John finished the last bit of his drink and took a seat on the sofa in the sitting room, patiently awaiting Keith's appearance. When the drummer did finally arrive in the doorway, he had a confused expression. John couldn't help but smile slightly at the way the brown hair was still sticking out in places, disheveled from sleep.
"What you got all the booze locked up for?" Keith asked, the small pout evident in his voice.
John said nothing, instead motioning for Keith to take a seat next to him. His friend obliged, shuffling over and plopping down next to him, curiosity clear on his face. After a few long moments of quiet, he began to fidget restlessly, and John finally fixed him with a serious expression.
"What's wrong, John?" Keith asked nervously when he could no longer take the silence.
John hesitated for a few seconds, fighting down his own ragged nerves, before raising his hand. He kept his movements slow and purposeful, allowing Keith time to see what he was doing. With infinite gentleness, John ran his fingertips along the younger man's jaw line, his smoldering grey eyes never leaving Keith's questioning brown ones. He turned a bit, bringing his other hand up, and smoothed the stray strands of hair on the young man's head, before cupping his face in both hands. Carefully, John leaned in, his lips meeting Keith's in a tentative kiss.
Keith breathed in sharply in surprise, but made no move to pull away, instead opening his mouth and kissing John back, his own hands resting on John's shoulders. As the kiss deepened, his eyes closed, and a soft whimper escaped his throat.
John finally pulled back, breath slightly heavy, and opened his eyes. Keith's were still closed, and he nuzzled his face into the bassist's rough hands, his own breath quickened as well. When John drew his fingers away, those eyelids fluttered opened, and their gazes locked.
Keith's expression made it clear to John that he was both nervous and unsure, two things he would normally not associate with the drummer. But it was for this reason that John wanted him sober; there was no way Keith could hide behind the drugs this time.
"Are you sure you want this?" John asked, his voice low and raspy. Keith shook under the heavy stare, but could not look away.
"More than anything, John...honest," he responded, voice sincere despite the hesitancy in his tone. He swallowed, watching the dark eyes as they searched his own, anxiety flaring in his stomach as the moments passed like hours.
When finally John leaned in again, Keith met him halfway, their mouths rejoining. Placing one hand on Keith's waist, John reached up with the other and combed his fingers into the drummer's soft brown hair, pulling him closer while slowly exploring his mouth, savoring the experience. He moaned softly and deepened the kiss further as Keith's tongue joined in, dancing along his own, finally giving him the taste he'd been craving all these weeks.
Keith's hands suddenly latched onto the bassist's shirt, and he gasped out a breath, breaking the embrace as he felt fingertips teasing his ribcage beneath the fabric of his shirt. John's eyes met his, and the desire he saw there was nearly overwhelming. Although he had believed John when he said he loved him, Keith just couldn't imagine someone truly wanting him in that way. But now he had no doubt, and the knowledge was liberating.
He met the look with a devilish smirk and leaned back into the sofa, pulling the larger man down toward him and into another, more urgent embrace. He was rewarded immediately as John shifted, moving to straddle his lap, both of those talented hands now caressing his waist. Keith tugged at the fabric of John's shirt, about to tear it open, when the kiss ended again, and long fingers wrapped around his wrists.
John leaned in close, the hair on his face tickling Keith's ear.
"Not this time," he whispered. "It's my turn."
Keith nodded slowly, his response earning freedom for his hands as John's own returned to his stomach, and lips began tracing along his neck. The drummer sighed happily, closing his eyes and tilting back his head.
John ran his calloused fingertips gently along Keith's ribs to his chest, taking up the shirt as he went, stopping for a moment to flick his thumbs over the erect nubs he found there. Keith jumped with a sharp breath, his fists again clenching John's collar. Smiling against the skin of Keith's neck, the bassist repeated the motion, earning a small whine this time. He quickly lowered his head and lapped at one of the nipples he'd exposed, causing Keith to arch up his chest and push himself closer.
"God, that's...yeah..." The drummer sighed, tightening his grip into the fabric.
John pulled away, tugging up on the shirt until the drummer realized and raised his arms. The article was immediately removed and discarded before John stood and unbuttoned his own shirt and tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving Keith's. Those expressive brown orbs were shining back with anticipation, a feeling he most definitely shared. The bassist reached out, a dark smirk on his face.
Keith answered by beaming happily and lifting his hands, clutching onto the broad forearms. He was pulled up and into John's embrace, both of them gasping as their skin fully contacted. They kissed hungrily, arms wrapped around each other, fingers exploring newly exposed flesh. When John's hands traveled down his back and below the waistline of his pants, Keith moaned softly.
"Decided we didn't need briefs this morning, hmm?" John commented casually, emphasizing with a sudden squeeze of Keith's ass cheeks. The drummer had the decency to blush a bit more than he already had, but he showed an innocent face. The bassist huffed a low laugh before continuing to massage the well rounded flesh, pulling their bodies even closer, making his arousal apparent.
Keith was clearly aroused as well, moaning again, louder this time, causing John to tilt his head back and close his eyes.
"I fucking love it when you do that," he blurted out through a sigh.
The drummer responded by grabbing onto John's backside, pushing their hips together as he ground himself against the taller man. John let out a staggered groan of his own.
"I like it too," Keith panted back, his lips and tongue suddenly busy along John's neck and shoulders as he licked and nibbled his way across the pale skin, making him shudder and sigh.
"We should move this upstairs," John suggested, pulling Keith's head up by a fist full of hair and attacking his mouth again.
Keith leaned his forearms on the bassist's chest, pushing him back and against a nearby wall while continuing the fevered kiss. When eventually they broke off for air, the room filled with the sound of their labored breathing, Keith looked into John's eyes.
"Stairs are over here," he offered helpfully, nodding off to the left.
John chuckled for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a low growl, eyes closing as his head thumped back against the wall. Keith's hands were pressing against his straining cock, rubbing him through his jeans. The tension was becoming impossible to refuse any longer.
"No patience at all," John managed to breathe out, acknowledging Keith's responding laugh before he took a deep breath and willed himself off of the support of the wall behind him, grabbing Keith's wrist, pulling him to the staircase.
Keith grabbed John's hand with both of his own and obediently followed along and up to the second floor. As they passed several rooms, Keith felt like some teenage bird being sneaked into her boyfriend's bedroom. The image made him smile and giggle, earning a raised eyebrow from John as he pulled him into the master bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.
John led the drummer to the foot of the bed, freeing his hand and reaching down to undo the fly on Keith's pants and slowly easing them around the bulge until his swollen cock was freed. The pants dropped to the floor, and the bassist backed away for a moment, admiring his friend with his gaze. Keith blushed again, averting his head shyly, but John turned it back with his hand.
"It's alright," he whispered, drawing the boy into an affectionate kiss that quickly turned heated as John caressed Keith's erection with his own clothed one. He pushed him gently down to sit on the bed, placing his strong hands on the pale thighs as he knelt down in front of him.
Keith's fingers clutched the bedcover and he gasped as one of John's hands grabbed him firmly at the base, thumb teasing his balls. Their eyes met for a moment, and then John lowered his mouth around Keith's hot flesh.
"Ohh Johnny..." he moaned, his fingers latching into John's thick black hair. "Fuck, that's s-so good." His hips shivered as waves of pleasure traveled up and down his spine. "Mmm...don't stop."
John continued to take Keith slowly, his tongue running along the underside and around the tip, causing the younger man to whimper and surge his hips forward. His myriad vocalizations were driving John crazy, each low whine or disjointed mumble sending a surge of heat from his chest straight to his groin. He moaned low in his throat as he continued to suck on Keith's dick while using his left hand to finally free his own.
"F-faster, Johnny...please."
Keith's breathless plea caused John to grip his own cock reflexively, and he began to pump himself desperately while increasing his pace on the other man as well. He maintained the rhythm as long as he could bear it, the pleasure quickly increasing. When he felt the muscles tense in Keith's thighs as he came closer to the edge, and knowing he was in danger of it himself, John forcefully pulled away.
"Ohh...Fuck!" Keith gasped out, recovering from his daze just in time to hear a short cry from John. Opening his eyes, he looked down and saw his friend had a white-knuckled grip on his knees, his head bowed, as he caught his breath.
"I'm sorry," John managed after a few moments, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "If I hadn't stopped...this would have been over really fast."
When he realized that John had been stroking himself as well, and that he'd nearly lost control, Keith felt an immediate surge of arousal. His hands, which were still in John's hair, pulled the man up to meet his glowing eyes before diving in for a heated kiss, his tongue tasting every inch of John's mouth. When he finally pulled his fingers free, Keith helped John to remove his remaining clothes. He pulled the bassist's head down close to his own.
"Fuck me John," Keith murmured against the older man's ear. "I need you inside of me."
John's cock twitched in response, and he grabbed the damp brown hair and pulled Keith close, tongue attacking the other man's mouth and running along his teeth.
The drummer pulled back, pushing himself up onto the bed, meeting dark eyes with his own, before turning to flip himself over. A hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked questioningly up at John.
"I want to look at you," he responded in a low voice.
Keith swallowed nervously, suddenly anxious. Despite his earlier confidence, he now felt exposed. But the love and acceptance in John's gaze allowed him to overcome his fear. He trusted John, more than he ever had anyone before.
Keith finally nodded, prompting John to let go, instead reaching for an extra pillow as he climbed up onto the bed. The drummer laid back, lifting his hips as the bassist slid the cushion beneath him. His legs were spread open, John's fingers teasing the inside of his thighs, making him shiver.
John leaned over Keith, planting his hands into the mattress on either side of the body beneath him, and drew his friend into a deep, lingering kiss, slowly rocking his hips into Keith's until they were moaning into each others' mouths.
"Please John..." Keith gasped when they parted. "I want you."
John pulled back, leaning toward the night table and pulling out a small bottle of oil. He quickly smoothed a bit of the liquid onto his shaft, reaching down to position himself at Keith's entrance, his hands shaking. Pushing a bit, he found the opening relaxed and ready. He looked up, locking eyes with Keith while grasping his hips.
Keith nodded, biting his lower lip in anticipation.
"I love you," John uttered breathlessly before thrusting himself completely inside in a single stroke. They moaned loudly together, Keith's fingers digging into his shoulders while his own fingers gripped the quivering waist beneath him tightly. When his eyes opened again, dark pools stared up at him, burning with passion. With desire.
Keith grasped two handfuls of John's hair and pulled him into a desperate kiss, rocking up against him. The bassist took the hint and began to thrust slowly but steadily into the hot, willing body under him.
Panting into each others mouths, pleasure replacing thought as the pace increased, John ran his fingers over every part of Keith's body, touching as much as he could, mapping out the skin beneath him with his hands, creating a memory he hoped he would continue to add to. A flash of emotion gleamed in his eyes, and John stopped moving for a moment, catching his breath, pulling back a bit.
"No, don't stop," Keith panted out in a whine, his dazed eyes pleading. "Fuck...please..."
"F-first," John ground out, hands back to gripping Keith's waist in an iron grip, "tell me you love me." His grey eyes were shining, and the sound of their combined breathing filled his ears.
"I love you, John," Keith answered lowly, moaning as he was immediately met by a reflexive thrust from his lover. "I love you so fucking much," he breathed out again in response.
"T-tell me...oh..." John continued, fighting for composure, groaning when Keith clenched his muscles around him impatiently. "Not fair," he growled through gritted teeth, registering Moonie's breathy laugh amongst the increasing haze in his mind. He looked up again, determinedly. "Tell me, when you're with...some bird, in s-some suite somewhere...t-tell me...mmm..."
"Only you, John," Keith answered in a whisper, thrusting up again, the rhythm recommencing. He sighed, arching his back, meeting every thrust. "I'll only think of you."
The world dropped away around him then, as John focused only on the sound of Keith's pleasured moans and his own staggered breathing. It was good. It was too good. He took the erection straining up at him in hand, stroking desperately.
"Ohh...Johnny, oh god...I...fuck, I'm..." Keith blurted out.
In seconds, his rear end surged up as he came, his fingers clawing John's broad back while he groaned long and low. John felt his own climax begin to overtake him at that moment, a surge of sheer ecstasy passing over him.
"Keith..." he sighed, the two of them clinging together, moaning and panting in one another's embrace until the last shivers of their orgasms had subsided.
What could have been hours later, John finally pulled out and rolled off of Keith, an arm going over his eyes as he regained his breath.
"Holy fuck!" Keith finally exclaimed.
John chuckled, uncovering his eyes and turning. He was met with a glowing smile from his friend, and he immediately pulled him close for a lingering, affectionate kiss. Eventually he reluctantly pulled himself away and quit the bed, squeezing the drummer's hand when the younger man frowned.
"I'll be right back," he assured, grinning at Keith's obvious relief. He wandered into the adjoining bathroom, taking down a towel and running the water to warm it. He quickly cleaned himself off, standing and pausing when he met his reflection in the mirror.
He looked happy. Truly happy. It was something in his eyes that told him. His heart felt light, at least for right now, and John closed his eyelids and just stood there, taking in the feeling, the emotions and memories of this day, bringing them close to his heart. He wanted to remember this time as long as he lived.
When he finally emerged from the loo, towel in hand, Keith was waiting intently, anxious in both body language and facial expression. John crawled back into the bed and began slowly wiping down Keith's pale body, admiring him once more with his gaze. When he finally met his eyes, John smiled, genuinely and lovingly.
Keith smiled back, genuinely and lovingly, and he could see it; Keith looked happy. Truly happy. It was something in the eyes that told him...
John tossed the towel aside and lay back, opening his arms, his smile widening as Keith fell instantly into his embrace, curling up next to him. He pulled the sheet over them, settling back and basking in the comfort of the warmth in his arms.
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John idly stroked Keith's soft hair with his fingers, taking a long drag from his smoke. He'd only dozed for a short time before waking from the weight of his thoughts. In the ensuing hour, he'd remained this way, the peace from Keith's sleep allowing him to reflect.
He knew in his heart this was what he wanted. Gazing down at the calm on his friend's features as he slept, he felt a surge of pure affection, and had no doubt. But the fear was already looming, a shadow in the back of his mind, and it made him tighten his grip reflexively.
He would hold on to Keith as long as he could.
Unfortunately, at that moment, Keith began to stir, and John sighed, resigning himself to having to give up this particular comfort; he knew the drummer would be restless and want to go out. He stubbed his smoke and ruffled the mop of brown hair on his chest.
Keith yawned theatrically and blinked, pushing himself up on his elbow for a moment as he peered down into John's lazy slate eyes. He gave a sleepy smile and hugged the larger man close, taking in a deep breath and sighing contentedly.
"Can we just stay in today, John?" Keith asked tiredly, voice muffled as it was buried in John's chest.
The bassist raised a surprised eyebrow, but then smiled, breathing his own sigh of contentment as he tightened his arms around Keith. In this moment, he had everything he could ever want.
He had hope.
"As long as you want, love."
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