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It was an unusually quiet Saturday night in 1979 Manchester, not many cars or people out due to the ongoing storm raging outside. The weathers been terrible for days now, pouring down with icy temperatures. It left even his ‘very athletic’ neighbour at home. Usually he’d leave for hours on end to go for his runs, and yet even he is sitting by the fireplace.
For John though it was a good time to relax, his mum and dad having left days ago for Birmingham to visit an old friend, leaving John by himself. Currently he was skimming through a magazine he’d nicked of the nearby Tesco. It was a mix of teen gossip, music and porn. Odd but mentally stimulating. Flipping through the pages from pretty naked blondes to dramatic headlines like ‘Is Madonna Too Wild for the Charts?’ or ‘IS BOY GEORGE TOO FAB FOR THE FAB FOUR?’. Just stuff he doesn’t really get, made him chuckle though.
He thought about maybe having a wank, since there was a rather pretty short haired bird in the first few pages.
There wasn’t really that much to think about, a good wank was a good wank.
He rolled his eyes as the doorbell rang, once, twice, three times, startling John out his relaxed state. He wasn’t really sure who it was, especially this late into the night, but he had his suspicions. With quiet steps he made his way down the steps, skipping over the one that creaked and without even checking through the peephole he yanked the door open.
And just like John thought, it was just Ian, standing there soaking wet with a charming smile on his face. Didn’t even say a word, he did, slipping right past John and into the house, taking off his wet clothes without a care in the fucking world.
“Hope you didn’t get too bored without me giving you some company.” Ian said as he was catching his breath. His cheeks were flushed from the cold. John could only sigh as he saw how Ian used one of his shirts as a towel for his hair. Shaking his head as he closed the door.
“What were you out so late for? It’s bloody freezing.” He couldn’t help but let a hint of worry slip into his tone, Ian was still his friend, even if he was a bit of a twat sometimes. “Oh… just this and that.” Ian said, avoiding his friends gaze awkwardly. John knew that Ian was probably hiding something, but he didn’t have the patience nor the energy to press. He knew better.
“You hungry then?” John asked, voice quiet as he stepped into the kitchen, switching on the light in the hallway as he forgot about that earlier.
“Mind if I take a shower first?”he’d heard faintly, but before John could even answer, Ian was already gone, only the click of the bathroom door could be heard. What a pain in the ass Ian could be sometimes.
He couldn’t help but sigh tiredly as he trudged back up the steps to his room where he went straight back to reading his magazine. It was left open on a random page further in the back where something caught his eye. The open page was littered with drawings of strawberries, red ones, blue ones, pink ones, even green ones.
John started reading the short text to himself, “‘Do you want a strawberry’, is what she’d say before giving me her first kiss, short and sweet, just like she was. She had told me that my lips were red like them strawberries she liked and she ended up saying the wrong word. She wanted to ask me a kiss, but since she thought of fruits, her mouth betrayed her.”. John had chuckled afterwards, what a stupid story. No way in hell did that really happen. But why couldn’t he get it out his head anymore?
Is that just what birds do to get a man’s attention? Be all cute and whimsical for a kiss? What if they just want a shag then? Be sexy and say ‘cunt’ instead of kiss? Who knows really. Those women are a mystery.
His thoughts were then again interrupted by Ian who just barged into the room smelling of johns soap and wearing John clothes. He’d sat down on the edge of the bed, again, avoiding Johns gaze. It was slowly getting awfully suspicious how quiet Ian was, since usually that was johns thing, being quiet.
“Are you here just to awkwardly stare at my carpet? It ain’t that interesting you know.” John mumbled under his breath, one of his eyebrows raised curiously. The silence still stretched though, until it was too unbearable, even for Ian who suddenly moved to face John. “Have ya ever tried smoking weed before?”. Now both his eyebrows were raised with disbelief.
“Me? Have yet to try… why?”. that made Ian’s lips spread into a grin. “You wanna try?” He whispered, leaning in with a mix of dare and impulsiveness written on his face. It was always easy to read Ian. The bloke was definitely too much of a wimp to try it alone. That’s why he was here.
And in less than five minutes Ian was sat cross legged on the floor trying to make a joint. It looked a bit wonky, but after all, it was Ian’s first time making one. And he looked fairly proud about it so John didn’t dare say a word, it’s not like he would’ve been any better at it anyway. Ian had placed it between his lips, lighting it up with one of those cheap gas station lighters and shakily took a drag. The single drag made Ian’s eyes water as he started to cough up dryly. John just silently held out a bottle of lukewarm water he’d found discarded under his sheets.
“You alright?” John asked, but Ian only took another drag of the joint before going for a third drag. The coughing had started to die down and instead Ian had begun to lazily smile, holding out the joint to John, who took it between his fingers, eyeing it quietly. Before being able to second guess it, he just took a drag himself, he couldn’t deal with ian taking the piss over some shite topic like smoking weed right now.
And surprisingly John hadn’t even coughed once, making him instantly go for a couple more hits. He’d always been curious about weed but never had a clue where to get any… he didn’t even want to know where Ian got this at.
“It feels good.” Ian said, shifting to go sit on the bed in front of John after noticing the joint went out. One hand went to johns spread out calve to steady himself as he was feeling a bit dizzy now.
He didn’t leave much space between them as he leaned in, eyes focused on the lighter and the joint between johns lips as he gave it another light, making John take a deep drag. Ian’s fingers were close to johns face as he snatched the joint from John’s lips, taking a drag himself.
“Proper good…” But John wasn’t really thinking about the weed anymore.
Johns eyes instead were tracing over Ian’s features, they seemed even clearer now as he was high. Those pretty brown eyes along with the curve of his small nose all the way down to those strawberry pink lips that were so prettily wrapped around the thin end of the joint. But before he could get too lost in him, Ian had turned to the bedside table where he threw the stub of the joint into a half empty mug of Tea, then turned back to John, looking up at him while chuckling.
“I’m hungry.”, the voice a faint whine. John was quiet for a beat, still a bit distracted by his thoughts before humming in approval. “We’ve got food in the fridge.” John said upon standing up and walking out the room, back down the stairs where the kitchens light was still on, John must’ve forgot to turn it off earlier.
“What d’you fancy?” He hummed, opening the fridge, Ian instantly standing by his side and peeking into the fridge himself. He quickly snatched up the bowl of raspberries, grinning up at John as he slowly walked to take a seat at the table. John followed in silence, not grabbing anything for himself, he wasn’t that hungry anyway.
As Ian started to eat, John was back to silently staring at him, all of him really. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, barely able to even form a thought but then again forming far too many at the same time.
Being high did feel quite nice, he’d started grinning too. In his head he could hear Ian saying something, making his grin soften into a smile. That was until he was snapped out his thoughts again, Ian’s hand shaking johns shoulder, he was smiling just as wide as John, eyes bleary and pupils blown. “Oi I asked you a question.” Ian slurred. John nodded, showing he was listening now.
“D’you want a raspberry?” Ian asked in a voice so light it made John pause, well technically it was the question that made John pause. Did he want a raspberry? John stared at Ian silently for a beat, thinking of the magazine, the ‘do you want a strawberry.’ Lingering in the back of his mind.
Did John want a kiss? Was that really something he could question? As the answer was so painfully obvious. Ian had started to furrow his eyebrows at johns silence, yet he was still smiling. Then in the next second John was leaning over the table, smacking his lips against Ian’s, more teeth that lips really, but it felt good nonetheless.
Ian’s eyes widened as he felt his best mates lips against his own, they’ve never been so close before. Maybe it’s because he’s high… but it felt insanely good. Better than with any bird he’d tried snogging. So Ian started to kiss back.
John hummed Ian’s name against his lips, muffled against them the moment Ian pressed back, licking into Ian’s mouth, tasting the sweetness of the raspberries he was previously eating. Now he knew, he definitely wanted to eat his raspberry, his Ian’s lips. Their tongues met, sloppy and wet with spit but tasting like each other, which made it feel even less real.
Johns hand was pressing against the side of Ian’s neck, his thumbs caressing the dip between skin and Bone right under his jaw. All while Ian’s hands seemed to have a mind of their own, one on the back johns head, tugging through the dark strands, the other on johns cheek, tugging him down further. John went from awkwardly standing over Ian to kneeling on his knees besides the chair Ian was perched on, deepening the kiss further. It was still awfully awkward in practice but the feelings behind it were far more real and overpowered anything else.
It often bubbled in johns chest, those silent feelings he couldn’t name, now they were closer to spilling over than ever.
No one adored Ian like he did.
No one could love Ian like he did.
No one could kiss Ian like he did.
No one.
He pressed even closer now, tugging Ian up to stand, shoving the chair out the way, it hit the floor with a dull thud, Ian’s back crashing against the wall roughly, making him shudder, a sweet sound John’s never heard from him before leaving his lips.
Ian was far too perfect, far too out of his league, but still here they were, snogging in the middle of his kitchen like they were lovers. Like their relationship meant something past friendship.
His hands were caressing up and down Ian’s sides, sometimes a sneaky thumb would trace under his shirt, against the soft skin, it made Ian tremble ever so slightly. Ian’s hands were still running through his hair, tugging John even closer, one arm even snaked around his shoulder. It felt far too passionate, way more passionate than their friendship was. Their friendship was a constant, this probably wasn’t, so John would do whatever Ian could possibly want of him so maybe, just maybe they’d be able to do it again, so he could physically show Ian how much he adored him again and again.
They’d already stumbled their way towards johns room, either of them not really wanting to part from the kiss. Ian was shoved onto the bed, staring back up at John with a hunger that John has never seen before, one that made all johns hesitation melt away and follow Ian onto the bed, crawling on top of him, not yet wanting to lay down, scared he’d do something wrong.
He stared down at Ian for a couple seconds, their eyes meeting for what felt like minutes. The way Ian looked back up at him was a picture made by the heavens, those brown eyes big with anticipation, those slim lips were parted, covered with spit John hoped was his own. It made John smile. Seeing Ian always made him smile.
“Are you not going to kiss me again?” Ian had whispered, avoiding johns gaze again, grabbing the edge of the pillow his head was resting on and tugging towards his lower face to cover it up shyly. It made him look even more gorgeous.
“You should be more worried that I’d never… that I’d never stop kissing you.” There was a stutter in his words, like he was nervous, because he was. He was scared even. Scared it’ll never happen again if he messes up.
Ian’s hands found the back of John’s head again, he seemed to really like doing that. He tugged John back down into another kiss, still passionate but now it was filled with a hint of something else, something far deeper, something they’d probably never admit. And at some point along the lines, John had shifted to lie down on top of the younger boy, sighing into the kiss. At some point it felt so good to kiss Ian, he’d given a purely involuntary roll of his hips, making Ian gasp.
“Do that again…” he mumbled, eyes hazy as he stared up at John, eyes searching his face to see if it was really John and not just someone else. “…it feels nice.”
And how could John ever deny those eyes? he rolled his hips down into Ian’s once more, both their half-hard lengths perking up further at the pleasant stimulation. And he did it over and over till it felt even better, his lips finding Ian’s again, desperately rutting against each other. Ian had even started to meet his grinds halfway, his head tilting back ever so slightly, Ian’s lips leaving John’s as he started to let out breathy sighs and whines. John never knew he could get such sounds from his friend.
For a couple of seconds, John just stared at Ian again, hips still moving, half grinding Ian down into the mattress. Proper gorgeous, he was, lips parted, eyes closed, whines that sent waves of heat down to his very core, making John want him more and more until it was almost too much.
He pulled back a bit, looking down between their bodies, ignoring Ian’s disappointed expression. He sat up, perched between Ian’s legs, his hands undoing the other boy’s trousers, tugging his kecks down just to reveal his length, the cold making Ian shiver a bit. The tip was a pretty flushed red, the slit having a bit of cum slicking it up nicely. It wasn’t that big overall, probably a bit below average, actually, but fuck, it made John’s mouth water just looking at it.
“You’re a bloody twat.” He said under his breath, eyes meeting Ian’s again, Ian had a hand by his mouth, biting his fingernails. A bad habit Ian had.
John reached over after undoing his own trousers and pulling them down to his knees, grabbing Ian’s hand to bring it away from his mouth and to his own, sucking at the fingers while staring right into Ian’s eyes. His tongue licked over the underside of Ian’s middle and ring finger, giving the tips of his fingers a little bite. That made Ian moan, a proper moan. One that made John’s eyes widen, pleasure flowing through his body.
“D’you want me to suck you off, love?” Which ended with him earning himself a hesitant nod. John was speaking with such a Raw voice, both from the fact that the weed was giving him a dry mouth and the fact that he was feeling far too much pleasure.
Before he continued though he stood to go turn on his stereo, putting on one of his favourite cassettes, as much as he liked hearing Ian moan, he couldn’t bear the silence on equal measure. John playfully swayed to the music as he walked back to the bed, making Ian chuckle slightly.
“I never meant to cause you any sorrow.” John quietly sang along the first line, slurring his speech slightly.
He then kneeled back down between Ian’s legs, hesitating slightly as he had never done such a thing before. Never even thought he’d find himself doing this… but he’d do anything for Ian.
Anything to see him smile, anything to hear him happy.
~only want to see you laughing in the purple rain~
Tentatively John lowered his head, one hand wrapping around the base and before being able to think it over again he just wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock, making Ian gasp softly, his thigh twitching.
~only want to see you bathing in the purple rain.~
Johns hand went to Ian’s thigh, giving it a soothing rub while trying his best at kissing and sucking around the head.
~I never wanted to be your weekend lover~
John wasn’t very sure what he exactly he was supposed to be doing but he’d hoped it made Ian feel good in a way.
~ I only wanted to be some kind of friend~
He squeezed around the base with his hand, then took him in deeper in his mouth, sucking and licking over the underside of his cock like he earlier did with Ian’s fingers.
~baby I could never steal you from another~
Soon enough Ian started to desperately moan and whine, a bit too loud since John hadn’t thought his technique was that good… but maybe Ian was just a bit vocal. Nonetheless John was very much into it. He’d always loved listening to his friend talk, especially when he was sleepy and on the verge of drifting to sleep. It was so pleasant, and apparently, so were Ian’s moans.
It was painful to think about what might happen when they wake up tomorrow morning.
John only got rougher with his ministrations, taking him deep down in his throat, almost gagging around it, making Ian’s hands fly to the back of his head, messing up the dark hair there, whining and sighing, throwing his head back with moans. It was heavenly watching Ian get wrecked by just his mouth, so he could barely take his eyes of him. Barely take his eyes of that beautiful man he’ll probably never be able to love.
~it’s such a shame our friendship had to end.~
It was only then that Ian started calling out john’s name, chanting it like it was the national anthem, over and over. And in that tone, falling from Ian’s lips, it did indescribable things to John’s heart. He could barely stand it, so good did it feel. Then, a half moaned, unbearably clear and simple “I love you.”Fell of Ian’s lips with a shattering cry as he came down Johns throat. It made John’s entire being freeze.
~purple rain, purple rain~
After swallowing most of the cum John sat up slowly, looking at the absolutely wrecked state Ian was in, admiring the still twitching hips, that absolutely blissed out expression. He stared in utter disbelief, not at the fact he just sucked of his friend and liked it but at what Ian just said to him.
“What did you just say to me?” He uttered, his face blanked out, his brain felt mushy and his could feel his limbs tingling with anticipation.
~purple rain, purple rain.~
“I adore you, I do. I love you.” Ian whispered, half high, half on the verge of falling asleep right there.
~purple rain, purple rain~
John only stayed sat between Ian’s legs, watching as his eyes slowly shut and his breathing evened out, and suddenly John felt as if he were sober again.
For minutes he just sat there staring at Ian’s familiar face, his lips were parted in disbelief and tears he couldn’t stop started running down his cheeks, his shoulders quivering with emotions he couldn’t explain. What had he done?
In the background the song faded out into the next.