And the things we did…

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Author: Marian Rhodes
Genre: Slash
Pairing: John/Nick (JONI)
Rating: R/M/NC-17

Synopsis

The band travels to Sri Lanka for the filming of Save a Payer video. Meanwhile, John has been hiding his ever haunting feelings for Nick, and finally decides it's been enough.
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Sri Lanka, circa 1982

While filming “Save a Prayer”

John sighed, his head tilted slightly to look at the window. It was a hot night, like every other night spent in wonderful Sri Lanka. Still, it was not the heat what had awoke him, but these dreams he had been having…

He dreamed of his bed, and Simon and Nick were on each of his sides. Simon kissed his cheek, and whispered something he couldn’t hear, then Nick, opened his mouth to tenderly nibble at his jaw. Suddenly the room was on fire, and he had to scramble out of bed out to the hallway, to reach the other four. Andy was also running somewhere, screaming their names, Nick was crying like a desperate little boy, and Simon and Roger…

Then suddenly he was at a lake, skinny-dipping with Nick and Nick’s face, dripping shinny droplets form his hair, and lips…

The images vanished as he shook his head, suddenly coming to terms: he loved Nick. It wasn’t a new feeling, but certainly, one he’d been keeping for so long. He loved Nick. All of him; from his oh-so-sweet smile to his thin legs. And his boy-ish appearance, that small body he wished to have in his arms. It was no century’s discovery, he knew (or maybe he was wrong…?) well, he was at least sure that Nick had always behaved in a way towards him. Especially when he was off with some girl, the way Nick acted afterwards hearing about his date, or the way he’d  always sneak glances at him from the keyboard as he played the ‘magic notes’ on Save a Prayer.

Actually, it had been since before they were even a band. Since those awkward teenage days at school, sharing music stuff in the hallway—like the best of chums, or in the summer, when they would skinny-dip together, catching Nick’s nervous glances at his changing body, or noticing his own glances at Nick’s uncut penis. Then there was this one time at his house when Nick had stayed over… and accidentally Nick’s hand was on his groin as they play-fought for a chocolate bar while Bowie played in the background.

So, enough waiting. He wanted that hand there again. John rose up and quietly walked towards Nick’s door. He knew Simon was sleeping next-door, and Simon was the lightest sleeper. So he had to be precisely quiet. He heard a voice… oh; Roger was probably on the phone, or with some girl, he moved faster, yet quiet as a predator trying to capture his prey. He slowly turned the doorknob… The door was now open.  

In the shadows, the tall figure of John Taylor, crowned with his copious hair, moved to the bed, where Nick’s small body slept. He climbed to the bed, and crawled his way to Nick’s ear.

“I want you, Nicolas” he whispered, his hoarse voice bringing Nick’s soul back to life. His eyes fluttered open in genuine surprise. 

Nick had been dreaming of John. Okay, he mostly did. But he’d smash these thoughts, knowing this would never happen, I mean, it shouldn’t happen, he’d told himself. In the dead of night he’ll be horny, and not wanting a girl, but John, and his bass player hands over him. He was pure heat, aroused and smitten, when he thought of that last part. His hands…

“Nigel!” he whispered moving his arms up to his neck. John could see a small hint of a smile on Nick’s lips.

Wait, was this really happening…?

“I’ve been thinking about that one time when we were, well…” he suddenly was nervous and awkward.

“Kids?” Nick finished for him, some sparkles of laughter colored his voice in memories. “My hand did slide there with intentions, Nigel.” Now Nick’s hand was on his cheek, it felt warm and he kissed his fingers. It was happening and Nick apparently didn’t wash his hands after eating strawberries.

“God Nicky, now I want you so bad…” said John, his hands threading though Nick’s hair, feeling that pressure in his groin, ever present when they interacted. “Yes I want you, boy” he bent and pressed his lips on that pouty mouth he’d wanted to kiss for so long, suddenly aching with more, and more desire as Nick’s lips softly encased to his own. This was no hesitant kiss, and it soon grew deeper, more demanding. Nicks little moan was enough a signal. He pulled back, and slid a hand beneath Nick’s oversized t-shirt, feeling the softness, the warmth of his skin, soft on his fingers, as he made his way to the pecs and finding a nipple, which he experimentally caressed, obtaining a soft little sound of pleasure tumbling  from his friend’s lips. The he tugged at the shirt, pulling it off over his head. Nick couldn’t stop his smile, while he did the same to John’s. They were whispering laughter, and alternating kisses with touch now, like children whispering in the shadows or kids on a play-fight in bed. But this was no child’s play and John could never imagine such intensity between them. Nick’s hand would touch his bare skin, and he felt branded, like fire burning down his veins.

“You want to know one of my many favorite musings, Nigel?” Nick asked softly and playfully, burying a hand inside John’s hair, “I muse about us”, he whispered and giggled. John kissed his giggling lips following. “I muse that you touch me in the darkness, while the other guys sleep…”

“Like this?” John moved his hands over the soft terrain of Nick’s body. Nick nodded. John was happy to finally feel him; he had such a soft, young skin. Then he kissed the boy’s forehead and his face, then his sweet fleshy lips, and stared at him fascinated, under those thick eyelashes, the window light shining in his brown eyes, irradiating back to Nick’s.

“And I muse that I have you inside me” he touched John’s erection with a fingertip, and giggled again. “All of it”

John gasped; his cock jumped against his boxers. It was becoming nearly too hard a task to keep them on, so he shifted to pull them off but Nick stopped him.

“I want to do it!” the boy said, pushing him back onto the bed. John smiled, and let him. His erection sprung free and then Nick was staring at it with his full green eyes.

“You like it?” John asked teasingly, caressing his hair as Nick just marveled at the somewhat 9-inch penis.  His was truly a beautiful cock.

“Oh yes…” he said and (unconsciously) licked his lips. John thought it be fun to tempt him so he pressed the tip of his cock against Nick’s lips.

“Suck it…” John demanded softly as Nick’s eyes flew moon-wide open. Nick certainly hadn't done anything remotely like this and his cheeks were brightly flushing. But oh, how he wanted to taste John’s cock.

John loved watching a woman suck him (the very few he had). But to watch Nick, he’d never done anything so intimate with him before. Well, before tonight. Immediately, John’s pulse began to race.

It was just after that thought that Nick leaned in and licked the tip of John’s cock, his tongue sliding over the leaking slit there. Nick was a bit timid about it, (having never done this before) and proceeded with so much care.

At the beginning, Nick did gag a bit, but not to worry; John was there to lead him. As Nick sucked, the sweet- saltiness of a man’s pre-cum made him shiver. Nick would suck his cock freely, licking along the sides of his cock, always coming back to catch the leaking pre-cum from John’s slit, as if it were a special sweet.  John stopped him. He was a bit surprised when John pushed him back onto the bed and removed his PJ bottoms for him.

“Not bad for a first” he told a proud little Nick.  “You’re gonna love this part…” John purred leaning in closer to taste his ear, right before reaching down between his legs with his lips, slowly tracing the crease of his ass with his tongue. Where on Earth had he learned these wonderful things? Nick wondered, feeling incredibly good as John’s tongue caressed the entrance of his anus. Nick moaned delightfully, Johns hand was now reaching his erection, stroking him in ways he knew felt good from his own body. Then he asked Nick to rise on his knees, and Nick eagerly did as he said. John’s laughter floated in the room as he toyed with Nick’s velvety foreskin. Nick’s laughter joined his, but soon was cut off by a gasp, as John’s first fingertip entered his tight entrance without a warning.

“That’s it boy…just relax…let me in…” John whispered as his finger slid deeper, lubricated with his saliva alone. Soon he had to pull away, since Nick was bit uncomfortable. 

“I have something, somewhere” said a gasping Nick. John found it on the nightstand. It was some skin moisturizer cream (an after the sun aloe lotion), but it was just right for the occasion. He squeezed a generous dollop of it on Nick’s anus and his finger was in again, making his knees wobble.

“Oh…” moaned Nick. “I might have to lie down, Johnny…” he said laughingly. John kept his finger inside, as Nick lay down again, on his stomach. This was nice, Nick thought closing his eyes sweetly on the pillow, quite pleasant, and this was Nigel John Taylor finger-fucking him. He tensed and John pumped his finger in and out then he carefully slid a second finger and waited for Nick to adjust to the feeling. When he did, Nick was really enjoying this. Every now and then John would hit a special spot in his body that he never knew could be so pleasant.  Actually, he thought he could cum with only John’s fingers in there. But when a third finger joined the foray…

“John…” the pleasure just rushed like lightning, and Nick gasped out, not knowing exactly why. “John, please” he begged in a small voice.

“Wait…” said John. “Wait…”

He closed his eyes and lay panting as John all the while worked his fingers deeper into him.

“There” John said.

“Nigel!” Nick cried out when the orgasm hit. After it passed he lay there panting again, his semen all over the bed and John’s hand.

He was still shaking, when John slowly removed his hand and rubbed his cock where his fingers had just been. A nice, open entrance, ready to take him. Nick was feeling desperate; he wanted to be fed that hunger John made him feel.

“Now, Nicky…I’m going to fuck your little ass” John told him gently. Nick trembled with his words. Always in his musings John was incredibly wonderful and so experienced, he wondered if it was that way for real.

“Will it fit?” Nick wondered, nearly a thought aloud. John smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll be very careful…” he looked into Nick’s wide eyes, “I will never hurt you, my sweet Nicolas…”

John slowly pressed into Nick, as Nick whimpered from the sharp pain. Then there was John, always so protective, whispering to him.

“Relax…” John pushed further into him. Nick whimpered louder. “That’s a good Nicky boy…don’t fight me…”

Nick was doing the best he could really, but it hurt. Slowly his anus stretched to take his friend and the pain was joined by a strong, blinding pleasure.

“Oh Johnny!” he moaned, suddenly hot and shivery with the pleasure of his cock slipping into his tight entrance. Nick continued to moan louder and longer as John slowly sheathed himself to the hilt in him. It hurt so good…

“You feel so tight and wonderful…” John had to adjust to the feeling too, once he was all the way inside his younger man. John was holding Nick tightly as he picked up pace. Nick was in his arms, gasping. At first, John went slowly, but as Nick’s gasps became soft cries, and Nick got used to the fullness and size, he sped up.

“Oh fuck,” John gasped, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, so he really hammered into Nick, pumping Nick’s cock in time with his hammering thrusts. They were groping and moaning now, the sex getting more intense and passionate, in the blue shadows of a near dawn.

John came first, greeting Nick with a hot gush of cum deep inside of him. Nick came seconds later, beautiful in his ecstasy…John watched him as the waves of his orgasm crashed over his body and left him battered, panting there in his arms, completely surrendered to him.

Nick was smiling now, John’s lips on his temple, breathing the sweaty hair. He slowly pulled out of Nick and now, very slowly kissed his lips. A kiss of love so tender and true.

“I love you, Nicolas” he whispered on his lips.  

“I love you, Nigel” Nick said, dreamily.

It was said. And done. Now they were quiet, staring at the window. Nick broke the silence.

“And the things we did?”

John laughed.

“And the things we did, we did”

“What’ll happen now, Johnny?”

“Now, you’re going to sleep,” he touched Nick’s nose, “and tomorrow, we get to ride an elephant!” he tickled Nick when he said that, fueling his laughter.

It was dawning; the room was filling with a warm color of the sun. John’s cheek was pressed to Nick’s. There was nothing to say. Or it wasn’t necessary. They were young, things would change in the future but now…this little heaven between them was up for grabs and they were not about to let it pass by. John nibbled at Nick’s ear as Nick yawned.

“And I liked all the things we did, my sweet Nicky”

End of Part 1

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And the things we did

Part 2

“Forevermore”

“Duran Marriage on Rocks…”

Those headlines reached many, but only one person was truly affected by its meaning: Nick and his wife Julianne were divorcing and John Taylor knew just how much he had loved her. Nick must’ve been devastated. It’s been nine years. And they have a daughter…thinks John, now on a window. He has problems, he knows, fame always takes the best from you and it is easy get caught up, in that whirlwind of the good life, but Nick is more important than any of that. He has to leave those problems aside. Nick needs him now.

He decides to call Nick.  Again. He’s been calling since he heard, but never really got to talk to him. Not until now.

“Hello, Nick?”

“Johnny, hi” he says.

“I heard about your divorce…”

 “I don’t want to talk about it”

“Listen, I just happen…”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” snaps little Nick.

------ LATER, WITH SIMON-------

They walk "incognito".

“…he just hung up on me,” John tells him during their conversation.

Good old Simon shrugs.

“He’s not taking it well” said Simon, shaking his head. “I talked to him couple days ago; says he’ll never marry again…”

“She must have hurt him so much” John said, bitterly.

Simon stops for a moment.

“Simon?”

“This way,” Simon said.

“Where are we going?” John looked at the alley they just entered somewhere a pipe is dripping and it echoes against the graffiti’d walls.

“Fan girls, man” answered Simon afterwards. “They’ll recognize us even with disguises, and they know you’re here, rumors of Duran are spreading”

John shook his head. They walked.

“I want to see Nick”

“That’s why you’re here?”

John nodded.

“To see how he’s doing, you know”

“Can I go with you?”

“Sure”

NICK’S PLACE

“Open that door, chum!” shouted Simon at the entrance.

“No!”

“Nick, please…” pleaded John, “Nicky…just let me in…”

Only hearing those words in John’s voice brought back memories. Memories of a night far away in a mystical place where they had been one. One Gemini soul.

 The door opened. There’s Nick, hair a tousle, eyes red and puffy. He has been crying. And for the looks of it, probably been drinking as well.

“Mr. Nick Rhodes wearing designer pajamas! How amusing!” jokes Simon to raise his humor. Nick laughed briefly and let them in.

“Sorry guys…it’s been hard for me” he says. “I’m afraid she’ll do something and…” Nick gathered his strength to finish that sentence, “and won’t let me see my Taja…”

A big strong hand squeezed his shoulder. John’s hand. He knew the feeling.

“Things will turn out fine, Nicky” he said. “I promise”

John led Nick to a sofa. They sat close to one another. Simon was looking at them with curiosity written in his big blue eyes. Were all those 80’s rumors true? Nah…it couldn’t…well, were they? Andy saw something once back in 84, but it must’ve been a product of “them good drugs”, he himself told Simon. Besides, the only ones who did some grinding and kissing pretense were him and John, on stage only.

He looked at the men, the affection in their gestures. Now John was sitting even closer to Nick, an arm around his shoulders, talking softly almost ignoring his presence. He cleared his throat and Nick looked at him with tears rolling down his face.

“We’re bandmates Nick; always here for each other, to look after one another,” Simon said, “I want you to know that. Hey, maybe we can later go to that pub, and have a good time, you need it Nick man”

“Thanks” Nick said a bit more cheery, yet his smile was traced with sadness. His love for Julianne meant all for him, but it never really made those feelings for John vanish. In fact, sometimes he’d wake up in the night, dreaming of John and his body, longing for him while lying next to his wife.

Simon excused himself; he knew there was something they needed to say to each other, and his presence was stifling the men. So he stood up and walked towards the door. It wouldn’t really surprise him, though.

Once Simon left the room, John look deep into Nick’s eyes.

“I still remember, Nicolas”, he said.

“I still remember, Nigel”

Nick fell in his arms, feeling him, his body. His everything.

“I’m here Nicky…I’m here…” John chanted softly.

Nick’s small keyboardist hands were groping over John’s clothes. He needed John so much in these times. He kissed John’s lips bursting with all that longing. And John responded enthusiastically. They only broke apart to breathe.

“Make love to me, Nigel” panted Nick, reaching his own shirt and unbuttoning it. “I want you to make love to me!”

John stopped him, the shirt halfway off. He starts undressing Nick. The scent of his bare skin made him almost mad.  He reached for Nick’s trousers.

Their clothes are on the floor now. John kisses Nick. He knows how to make love to him, but this time is different. Nick needs him and he wants to make sure he satisfies his need, with soft caresses and teasing kisses, gentle whispers only meant for lovers. With one move Nick is at his mercy, a soft cry means they’re one and start moving in a fantastic rhythm. Nick digs his nails into John’s skin, loving every second of it, feeling his cock deep inside him, and giving him more. Nick cries out, approaching his orgasm, Johns lips quiet him down as his own balls tighten. He suddenly pulls Nick’s hips higher. It makes him hiss in pain, but again he’s losing himself in the wonderful feel as the shroud of ecstasy covers him.

“Oh, oh John…” cries Nick, no longer able to hold his orgasm. When he came, John also came and they moaned into each other mouths. Nick is completely drained and John rocks him gently.

“I wish we could be like this forever, Johnny”

John kisses the top of his head.

“You know we can’t, my sweet boy…”

“Oh, we can…”

“What?”

“Let’s run away, Nigel, just you and I…”

“Nick? You’re not making sense…”

“Yes I am; when my marriage to Julianne started to crumble and thinking of you, I bought a cottage deep in the country, far away from everything. I know you also need to get away” Nick sighed, “We can start all over again, Nigel. We’ll go skinny-dipping every summer, and eat the strawberries we’ll grow in our own garden, and listen to our old records…”

Silence.

“What about Taja?”

“I’ll let her know…”

“Nick…”

“What?”

“Where is this cottage, exactly?”

Nick and John exchange looks. There’s passion shinning in their eyes. A passion they know will thrive forevermore.

“Come, I’ll show you…”

The End