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08 April 2005 @ 12:39 am
New Story - "Bad Boy," John/Paul  
Uh, just something I wrote a few days ago.

Title: Bad Boy (For lack of a better title)
Pairing: John/Paul (Of course)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A short encounter in the girls' lavatory.

Bad Boy

I stared at him onstage, taking in the leather trousers and the tight black shirt as he stood hunched before the microphone, posturing defiantly. His hair was swept back, but I longed to tousle it so that it fell across his forehead and into his eyes. I stared at his lips, now breathing hard as I imagined crushing them with my own in a bruising kiss. So intent was I in my perusal that my playing was shite.

Soon we were ushered off-stage as Rory’s band set up, their little drummer nodding to me as he sat behind his drums. I may have responded in kind, but I’m not sure, I was occupied with more important matters. As I descended the steps, John strutted towards me, hands stuffed in his pockets and looking inquisitive.

“Fuck, Macca,” he asked, irritated. “What the fuck is your problem? You looked dead up there.”

I looked around, the lads were at the bar and the patrons of this god forsaken establishment were now focused on Rory’s band. Certain that no one was looking our way; I dragged John into the women’s lavatory, ignoring his protests and curses. Pulling him in, I closed the door as I pushed him against it; moonlight from a grimy window illuminating John’s confused expression before my mouth descended. Every pent-up emotion went into that kiss as I took his lower lip between my teeth and bit down hard. John’s lips parted and I took the opportunity to trace his mouth, flicking the edges of his lips before delving inside.

I grasped the back of his neck, bruising the skin before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking John’s head roughly to the side. Kissing along his jaw, I traced a molten path towards his neck before biting down, dull teeth leaving an imprint in the pale column of exposed flesh. I could feel his growing erection as I leaned forward, a smirk curling my lips as I ground against him.

“What do you want me to do?” I whispered into his ear. He shivered when my breath caressed his heated skin and he arched towards my mouth. “What the fuck do you want?”

He turned his head, eyes that glowed in the moonlight staring back at me with lust.

“I want to fuck you,” he growled, as he pulled me closer, gripping my hips tight as he kissed my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. I was aware of nothing except for the feel of John’s lips and hands. Somehow, John turned our bodies, but I didn’t notice until I felt the door against my back.

Startled, I looked at our switched positions, raising an eyebrow at him I smirked, “Wasn’t I the one on top, love?”

“Perhaps,” he grinned, “But I prefer this position, don’t you?” punctuating each word with a thrust. I moaned in response.

His hands unzipped my fly, fingers slick against the tip of a hardened dick, slowly running a nail down the swollen flesh. My head fell back, a painful thud that didn’t dull the haze of pleasure coursing through me. John encircled my erection, calloused fingers tangling in dark curls. John’s palm, slick with pre cum and sweat, pumped up and down, fast alternated with slow. I could feel the erratic beating of my heart, the movements of his hand attuned to my moans.

“Fuck!” I shouted as I came, sticky warm fluid coating John’s hand. I collapsed against the door; John’s arms keeping me upright as he rested his forehead against mine.

I smiled weakly as I looked into John’s smirking face, moving in for a kiss when I heard voices approaching the door.

“Where the fuck could they have gone?” George grumbled, his footsteps frighteningly near. “I saw them get off the fucking stage and then they disappeared!”

“They couldn’t have gone far,” Stuart responded. “Maybe they just went back to the room.”

“They better not be getting pissed,” George continued, his voice fading away as the footsteps moved past the lavatory door. “I can’t deal with getting both of them sober for the next set. It’s hard enough with just John.”

I looked at John with an amused smile and started to giggle, the fear of discovery now gone. John stared back at me sternly, but the look soon dissolved into a smile.

“I suppose we should be more careful next time,” I laughed.

“That we should,” John responded as he turned to the sink to wash up. “But if I can recall, you’re the one who dragged me in here in the first place.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? You looked incredibly fuckable.”

Grinning, John turned to face me. “I did, didn’t I?” he answered smugly.

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Poncey git.”

Placing my ear against the door, I listened for approaching footsteps before easing it open. “The coast seems to be clear,” I whispered over my shoulder. Peering out I continued, “I’ll go out first and then you can follow in a few minutes.”

The door suddenly slammed shut and I looked behind me to see John grinning insanely, his hand keeping the door closed.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” he whispered coyly, as he looked down towards his erection.

With a sigh, I replied, “John! We go on in 10 minutes! Can’t this wait till later?”

“It could,” he answered archly, “But I don’t fancy going on stage with a fucking hard-on. Come on,” he cajoled. “It won’t take long.”

“John, it’s too dangerous,” I pleaded. Wrapping my arms around his neck I whispered, “But I promise to make it up to you later.”

“How so, Macca?” John replied.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

Leaning back, John grinned wickedly, “I’m going to hold you to that promise, love.” With a quick kiss, he flung open the door and sauntered out.

Staring at his back, apprehension descended upon me as I quickly zipped up and followed him, muttering under my breath, “I’m going to fucking regret this.”
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: Green Day - American Idiot
Terrible cuntmooserevenge on April 8th, 2005 08:41 am (UTC)
Woooo yeah! Who can blame Paul, John in leather = mad hot sex. Great story!
Annikaannikaa on April 8th, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC)
Haha, exactly. Paul is totally blameless as far as I can see. And thanks!
cinders_cat_cinders_cat_ on April 8th, 2005 01:19 pm (UTC)
That was SO nicely done. Mmmm... the forceful snogging was great.
Am I the only one wanting to see the outcome of Pauls hasty promise?
Annikaannikaa on April 8th, 2005 07:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Forceful snogging is always nice. Hmm, a sequel? Well, there is definite potential there. *ponders*
mrsfjl66mrsfjl66 on April 8th, 2005 01:30 pm (UTC)
true! this one needs a sequel
amazing! love a forceful paul...and john meeting force with force. Cripes, the hotness!
Annikaannikaa on April 8th, 2005 07:16 pm (UTC)
Re: true! this one needs a sequel
Aww, thanks. Glad you liked it. Well, I could contemplate the possibility of a sequel, lol. Never really write them though.
Bri: squee!bri_cheese on April 8th, 2005 07:42 pm (UTC)
LSGLJSLKJG!!!! You have killed me dead!

Absolutely wonderful! ♥
Annikaannikaa on April 9th, 2005 05:38 am (UTC)
Awww, thanks! Glad that you were able to come back from the dead to leave me this lovely review, haha.
obviously living in a can of beans.heavyboots on April 8th, 2005 08:10 pm (UTC)
Ah, so great! <3 for "Bad Boy" Paul:)
Annikaannikaa on April 9th, 2005 05:39 am (UTC)
Haha, thank you. And yeah, BadBoy!Paul should be an archetype, haha.
Green and Growing Thingsziggythewalrus on April 12th, 2005 11:54 pm (UTC)
That was HOT. Realistic too. :) *thumbs up*
Annikaannikaa on April 13th, 2005 02:09 am (UTC)
Thank you!
pray to god i'll see headlights.bleepbleep93 on April 19th, 2005 05:48 pm (UTC)
Great jorb.
Annikaannikaa on April 28th, 2005 05:51 am (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you liked it!