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As I walked off the stage, soaked in sweat and beyond ready to lie down for a few hours, Johnny came up behind me and grabbed my shoulder. I let out an unhappy groan and tried to pull away, but Johnny just rolled his eyes and shoved me into the nearby broom closet with a huff.
It was cramped and dark, with no lock on the door, but Johnny didn't seem to care. He was more focused on knocking everything off the shelves. He then forcefully sat me down on one and yanked my legs up around his waist.
Johnny could be delicate with me at times, all loving and kind and syrupy sweet, but the frenzied look in his eyes made it clear he didn't intend to be gentle with me right now. Which was fine. I knew I'd gone too far when I leaned in to kiss his hands at the end of the show. It was just a light brush of my lips, nothing overly grotesque, but I saw the way he tensed and tried to back away from me, forever afraid of anyone knowing what really went on between us.
I wasn’t going to apologize though. He knew the effect the stage had on me and the way my body reacted to all those strangers staring up at me in total admiration as I sang my heart out. I saw the heat in his eyes when he looked over at me, too - when I was wildly writhing around to the music he made for me and me alone.
"Moz - fuck. C'mere."
"I don't exactly have anywhere else to go, do I?"
Johnny grinned and pushed his lips against my own, and I felt myself quickly succumbing to the madness he sparked inside of me.
His fingers slid through my hair, twisting it around and using it to direct the motion of our mouths. He knew how to use his tongue against mine, knew how much I loved the bitter taste of him and how much I loved the sense of total surrender when he held me down.
"Let me hear it. Let me hear you," Johnny murmured, sliding his hand down to my throat. "I need to hear you, Moz."
A flush crept up my face as Johnny slid his tongue across my cheek and over the sharp jut of my chin, sucking away each bead of sweat with an obscene pop of his lips. I knew what he wanted, but the thought that someone else might hear me was horrifying.
"Johnny -"
"I gotta - Moz, just do it. Do it for me. I need it," Johnny whispered. I could feel him trembling against me, and I wrapped my arms around him to try and soothe him.
"Alright then," I replied, my voice rough and low and full of blatant desire. I pushed my lips against his ear, and with my eyes shut tight I began to moan, high and soft. I knew it wasn't as loud as he liked, but it was the best I could do without alerting everyone in the building that we were in here.
Johnny let out a gutteral sound that made my body quiver all over. He began to shake violently in my arms, and my voice pitched higher in response. I could feel him rutting against me as I began to sing a few meaningless words, could feel his fingers clawing at my chest, marking me as his own again and again, and I gave in to his breathless plea for more.
Oh, my sacred one
A sharp inhale, and that was it. Johnny was gone. His head fell back, away from my lips, as ecstasy overtook him. I kissed along the pale line of his neck with a soft sigh, constantly amazed that someone like Johnny could ever be brought to such a fervor by the sound of my voice.
Because I still couldn't really see myself as a desirable person. All my many flaws and complexities made me firmly believe there was nothing about me that could entice anyone, yet Johnny couldn't keep his hands off me. If they weren't clutching his guitar, they were trailing up my thigh or dragging me closer to him. I resisted at first, said he must be mistaking me for someone less horrible to be around, but Johnny always rolled his eyes and said I was being ridiculous.
A soft kiss shook me out of my thoughts, and I leaned in to seal our lips back together. Johnny tore open my belt and shoved his hand into my jeans like it belonged there, and I rolled my hips up to show him how much I wanted him.
"That's it," Johnny breathed. "That's it. C'mon."
I clenched my thighs together as Johnny thumbed at the head of my cock and then quickly spilled into his hand with a soft moan. Johnny greedily brought the mess up to his lips and began to lick it off, which never failed to bewilder me. How could he like the taste of something so unpleasant?
A light knock on the door made me jump, but Johnny just yelled for the person to piss off without the slightest bit of concern on his face.
"It's, uh - it's just me," Andy shouted. "The crew finished cleaning up so we need to get back to the hotel s'all."
Johnny sighed and flexed his fingers, making the small trails of saliva on them snap apart in a satisfying way. "Alright. Give us a minute then."
"Yeah, um. No problem," Andy stammered, hurrying away.
When I was sure he was gone, I pushed myself onto my feet and tried to make my way towards the door. Except my knees buckled, and I nearly crashed to the floor.
"I got you," Johnny said, catching me in his arms and hauling me back up.
"Yes. You do," I said, leaning myself against him with a sigh. "And I suspect you always will."