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They’d left unbeknownst to everyone. The minute they left their hotel room, John knew what was to come of him. Anticipation bubbled in his stomach, he was almost nervous. It was a flip of the coin if Norm was gonna give him the punishment he craved, or acknowledge this and cock-block the guitarist as well as himself. He would drop to his knees and pray the moment he was certain the act would give him his desired reward, but there was no way for him to do so, not at a party surrounded by people. Getting on your knees may give people a different impression.
He looked down one of the empty beer bottles scattered on the table. George and Paul meandered around the club trying to find the woman that had both caught their eye.
That poor girl. Is what he thought when the boys drunkenly approached her. It killed him, the girl smiled awkwardly with a drink in her hand as she sat back, the men had eventually forgotten about her and begun sharing memories back and forth with a type of fondness that the girl would never be able to get from either Beatle.
Ringo stayed with John at the table, looking around in the crowd of people as well as checking what his friend was doing. Out of them all, Ringo could walk fairly straight if ordered to, a talent he earned quickly in Hamburg, to avoid any issues with the public. He discovered that, despite his liking for alcohol, someone needed to be the sitter. It was after one too many nights of seeing them all—including himself—get blackout drunk and miss morning shows, he decided to step up to the plate. Ringo didn’t mind it at all, and neither did the boys.
“You want more drinks?” He scooted closer to Ringo and smiled, stained teeth slightly peering out from his lips. “I can pay for it.”
The older man shook his head and patted John’s hand with his own. “I know.” He said, as sweet as he normally did. Ringo was the most tired out of all of them, talking with fans and dancing weren’t as appealing as the firm seat he had rooted himself on.
John nodded his head and gulped down a sizable portion of his lukewarm beer. The lights in the club were fairly dim, it made people-watching much more difficult than it normally would be. Flurries of bodies moved together and looking at it for too long made John dizzy. The thought of standing up irked his spinning head but he scooted out of the booth and went on his way to join the dancing empty handed. He almost knocked over a wooden chair and had used the back of someone’s occupied chair to steady himself, but he made it regardless.
The bar was in a frenzy. With how many people were ordering drinks, the mess was understandable. John almost pitied the bartender before disregarding what he felt bad about immediately after the thought came into his mind. He waited patiently for his turn with the man behind the bar, he knew he didn’t need another drink, but at a club there’s not much else to do.
The bartender himself wasn’t terrible looking. In his right mind, John would never think of doing anything with him. He wouldn’t have give him a second glance, really. But fortunately he couldn’t have been farther from his supposed ‘right mind’.
John had a specific type of guy he found attractive, unlike women, a man needed to fit a certain criteria. He needed to be a stern man, for one. Someone to argue back with him, to show John that he’s not as invincible as he thought he was. A man that’s in control, but not too controlling for John to have no wiggle room. He wanted a tug of war, but with intellect and dominance. A man that could do that, is a man John Lennon would look back at.
“Excuse me, sir.” A lady used the back of her hand to gently encourage him to move closer to the bar so she could squeeze past him and the people behind him.
John instantly thought she was gorgeous as soon as she moved past him. Her hair was to her shoulders and as blonde as a girl could naturally be, he could imagine how that hair would feel in his hands while she sucked him off.
It wasn’t impossible to ignore how heavy his head was or how it felt as if his skin turned into a thick comforter warming his insides wonderfully. He didn’t know how much he’d drank, but he was at least able to somewhat estimate it was less than his normal amount—although it does fluctuate off and on tours.
He grabbed her hand and held it with his own. She turned on her heels and faced John. His stomach blossomed at the mix of emotions he could see in the woman’s dark eyes, if he was any better, he would have kissed her. Instead, John smiled.
“Hi.”
She shouted something, but he couldn’t hear her over the other people. Hell, John barely heard himself. He nodded and offered her another smile. She looked as sloshed as he was, if not more.
It didn’t matter since they’d both be drinking more, anyway.
People were too drunk to recognize him, he was grateful for that. There was nothing worse than wooing a lady and having to deal with stupid questions or oogling from strangers.
“Mary!” She said—screamed—after the first sip of her drink. Her smile wrinkled the corner of her eyes as she looked over his face again.
“What a merry name that is.” He said, hearing the slurring in his own voice. “Do you wanna go someplace else? Private-like?”
John smiled as he spoke while resting his chin on his palm. He was looking the girl up and down, admiring the way her shirt was shaped around her breasts and the delicate lipstick that could easily be smudged with a kiss, or something else. She was as drunk as he was but remained decent, which not a lot of women can do. It’s easy for them to turn snobbish or loud, but she remained perfect.
“I would love to, Mr. Lennon.” She took his hand with hers and kissed his first knuckle, surprising John with her boldness.
He took a tight grip of her hand and began leading her away. The club was warm but within the dance floor itself, it’s even warmer. John hadn’t noticed his sweating until he had closed the door to a vacant room within the club and noticed moisture running across his lips. He licked up the salty liquid and connected Mary’s lips with his own. Sugary alcohol drinks could be tasted on her tongue, but it’s likely that she could say the same about him.
John felt dizziness threaten him once again as he guided her into the bed. She sighed before sinking into the soft bedding, the look in her eyes says the comfortable fabric is the one thing she’s enjoyed most about tonight. He hummed and crawled onto the bed as well, kissing her neck whilst feeling the rest of her body with his hands. Under her clothes, her skin felt like an addicting velvet that’s too soft to the touch for a normal person to comprehend. Mary was smooth and lean, and John loved her for it.
His hand slid up her shirt and grazed over the bra material just over her nipple before going under that as well to fully grasp at her naked breast. Her raspberry jam tinted lips opened slightly at the unexpected sensation.
He climbed further on top of her and kissed her neck, causing her to giggle lightly at the sensation. Music from outside the room was drowning out little by little and loud chatter was easier to ignore. Mary’s body was entrancing him and his eagerness heightened unbearably.
Her legs spread wider so John could fit better in between them. The closeness made him feel a familiar warmth within his body, and unlike the drunken heat, it was making his cock hard. Her skirt was barely covering her panties, in one quick movement he could take her just then if he wanted to.
John felt the girl’s hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer for another kiss while he was beginning to tease her over her thin underwear. She leaned forward to take off her loose blouse, uncovering more of her deliciously delicate skin. Her bra was the same color as her lipstick, which had most likely been smudged by now.
The bed creaked when he too started taking off his shirt, drunkenly fumbling with the buttons before getting enough undone for the dress shirt to be taken off overhead. Leaning back down over her felt freeing, a chill from the cool room contradicted the warm hum within him. Her bra lace dragged across his nipples with every movement. He groaned and kissed on her collarbone while palming himself through his trousers, making himself fully hard. Her warm hands held his shoulders close to her body.
John unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his thighs as he fully lifted her skirt up—he shuttered as his pulsating cock was dragged against the woman’s heat. He circled one of her nipples with his thumb while hooking his fingers around the hem of her panties. She lifted her hips eagerly and the clothing was moved down to her ankles. While grazing his mouth over her own, he slid two fingers within her and massaged her slick opening. The girl moaned and arched her back, overplaying the pleasure John was drunkenly giving her. Her moisture coated John’s fingers and had them glistening when he slid out—he separated his fingers to watch as her moisture stinged before shoving down his Y-fronts and lightly coated the tip of his cock with it. She opened her legs wider when she saw his cock, her feet were crossed behind John’s back as if she was planning on trapping him in this position. When she grasped his hair to drag him into a kiss, he grasped his cock and plunged it within her.
Pain was infecting his scalp from the strength she was using to clutch his hair in a tight fist, undoubtedly an unconscious behavior she doesn’t realize, but the act nearly made John collapse on top of her. Embarrassed that he had almost allowed a stranger in on such a sensual part of himself, he snapped his hips against hers and tore her hand away from his hair to pin it on the end. Her breasts jiggled in the bra as he fucked her, nipples occasionally tease him with their presence when he pushes particularly deep and hard within her before fitting back into the tightly strapped bra. Her free hand was traveling around his body, touching and squeezing at him whenever she felt particularly pleasured by his movements.
He began to feel an incredible warmth within his lower stomach, John began a quicker pace and fucked into the woman without a rhythm, his balls now made an audible slapping sound when they collided with the woman’s lower half. She was moaning carelessly and tightened her legs around John before he came within her, not caring about any potential children that could arise.
Panting heavily, he pulled out of the woman and watched as a mixture of her liquid and his cum trickled out of her pussy. John wiped his hair out of his eyes and laid down beside her on the bed. The room was dark, they had forgotten to put on the lights, but John knew he looked glorious. His after-sex look was truly beautiful, and several people have told him so. It gave him a strange sense of pride; being able to look attractive while panting and being sweaty and red faced was something John found to be rather rare. None of the women he’s slept with have been able to achieve it.
“Thanks.” She said before light flooded the room faster than either one could react. Standing in that doorway light was Norm, who had finally come to rally the boys up.
Mary screamed and covered her exposed body with her hands while hastily putting on her blouse. She quickly situated her lower half before pushing past Norm.
John turned on his back to truly see Norm while basking in the pleasure of getting what he wanted. Norm’s face was a tinge of pink and his short hair was messier than it normally was, but the silhouette he made was still God-like in John’s eyes. Post orgasm John always managed to see things differently, he often found things more pleasant then normal.
Norm stared down at John with an annoyance that had become incredibly familiar with how long they’ve been together. “You missed the show, Lennon.”
Hearing him say his last name made John smile. It implied a friendship, and what they do is far too dirty to be considered as such.
John sighed. “Bloody hell, you’re right! I can't believe it, I was really looking forward to it as well, you know.” He said while resting his head on a pillow and placing one arm over his eyes in a mockery of extreme remorse.
“This was serious. Imagine how much money we lost, having to refund the girls all their tickets! They came there to see you, and you couldn’t be bothered to follow simple instructions. All you had to do was stay inside and wait, but you couldn’t do that, now could you?” Midway through his rant, Norm turned on the light switch. “You can’t keep doing this, Lennon. I won’t stand for it.”
He shuffled on the bed slightly to get more comfortable, his legs were naturally open and both arms layed limply on the pillows. He wanted to be as revealing as he knew how.
“I’m sorry I was bad, I promise not to do it again, sir.” John said, “come here and I’ll show you how sorry I am.”
The other man sneered and adjusted his dress shirt. He fidgeted with his fingers, fighting away the desire to bloody up John’s face. His attitude was truly something else, it always was. Norm should have been aware that the reaction he was expecting was far too normal for John to have. He managed to twist and turn him in ways no one else has ever managed to before, it’s a talent he flaunts continuously. Everyone gets tired of it eventually, even the other Beatles run tired of him some days, but that’s just what John wants. For once, Norm will refuse to submit to his childish agenda.
“What are you trying to do, Lennon?”
John ran his fingers through his hair and snickered. He closed his eyes and fully tilted his rested head towards the ceiling. “So serious. You aren’t going to live forever, Norm. I don’t see the point in being so serious all the time.”
His flippant attitude made Norm’s body flare up. John has many moods, half of them are hell and the majority are inconvenient to deal with. An insecure John who’s insisting on hiding his insecurities has to be one of the worst things Norm has ever had to deal with. Talking through it has never helped, regardless of how heartfelt or stern anyone was with him.
For a long time he was unaware of John’s inner emotional turmoil. Norm assumed that the lust and affection the other man had offered was simply because that’s how he felt. Thinking back on those moments makes him feel embarrassed; mistaking John’s desire to fill the hole of abandonment with love as opposed to a desperate attempt to keep Norm in his possession longer. He needed someone, and Norm would continue to feed into it until John moved on.
He felt his stomach twist at giving John what he wanted. “Ok, Lennon.” He said, closing the door before beginning to crawl up onto the bed.
John finally made eye contact with him again, his hair was ruffled from the friction it had in the pillow. He smiled and spread his legs wider for Norm to fit in between them. His arms reached out to touch the man’s shoulders, feeling the fabric of his suit before guiding him down to his lips. He didn’t move, despite John’s efforts.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna be a bastard tonight.”
“Her lipstick came off on you.” Norm said dryly. His eyes were fixated on the man’s lips with disgust. He never felt possessive of John, he was his own man, but in the bedroom it was different. John liked feeling owned and cared for, and Norm was happy to cater to it.
He laughed curtly and attempted another kiss. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it?”
Norm huffed and held him down with hands firmly against the younger man’s shoulders. His lips were not as red as the ladies had been when she left, but they were not the same color as they normally were. They strangely had the same hue as his lips would normally have after a particularly rough blow job.
“I think it makes you look like a queer. '' Norm grinned while taking off his suit jacket, leaving on the white button up to briefly give John a slight peck on the mouth, then taking it off.
John laughed at his comment while running his fingers down the older man’s body. He circled a nipple slowly with the tip of his index finger—watching as it grew harder at the sensation. Norm sighed at the feeling and grabbed John’s hand back to his own body.
“What did you do with her, Lennon?” He whispered into his ear while feeling the younger man’s bare chest, overwhelming feelings of intimacy and possession flooded his mind. “Did you make her suck this cock of yours? Did she pleasure you?”
Norm’s hand had slid down to cup John’s flaccid cock, relishing in how he twitched away from his touch. He was still too easily overstimulated to touch him there. He pulled his hand away and began kissing at John’s pale neck, Norm dragged his warm and wet tongue over the thin skin, feeling the younger man’s heartbeat pounding when his tongue slightly pressed down on an artery.
“I just put it in her, nothing else. I touched her tits a bit—made me forget all about you.” John's impatience and reluctance to really dig into dirty talk ticked Norm off slightly. The man was unsure how long he and the girl were in the room for, he was even more unsure of why John was being so flippant. He orchestrated this entire event to lead Norm to him, and was offended when the man tried to succumb to what he wanted.
If John was going to act this way, then Norm wasn’t going to deal with it.
“Lennon, get off of the bed and on your knees.”
He looked up at the man above him with surprise in his eyes and then smirked. “Yes, Master.” John said devilishly while crawling to the foot of the bed and hobbling to the floor.
He turned to face Norm as the older man made his way to sit on the edge. Norms arms didn’t move as he looked down at John—a form of hatred bubbled within him at the sight of markings on his beautiful body. The nasty woman had tainted him and lately those activities have been harder and harder to ignore.
John has been trained enough by him to know that if he doesn’t move, then it’s his own responsibility to remove the older man’s dress pants. Norm helped by lifting himself up with his hands until the guitarist was able to move the clothing without him having to do so. His cock wasn’t hard, it was barely even a semi. As far as he was concerned, this is what John deserved at the very least. Under that bravo and dominant persona, he liked nothing more than to have a cock in his mouth, to consider something like this a punishment would be the opposite for Lennon. His hands rested against his own thighs as he licked and sucked at the tip of the cock, with eyes closed and a tongue lapping at it lazily, he acted as though he was savoring a delicious lollipop. Instead of something sugary sweet, he was after something else entirely.
Norm groaned as he felt his cock stir in response to the skillful licking. He roughly gripped John’s hair and forced his head fully on his cock—he knew how the young man loved to be manhandled and he coincidentally loved manhandling him just as much.
With the sudden movement, John gagged slightly and a slight shine came to his eyes as a result, but he recovered quickly. He swallowed around the thickness and licked the underside of it sensually, going out of his way to make eye contact with the man above him. He moaned around the cock when Norm was tugging his hair to control his movements, making him go up and down on his length at a pace he had no say in. Norm could hear the younger man sputter around him every time he shoved him down particularly hard.
He began to physically thrust in time with his own movements of John’s head. Drool began covering Norm’s crotch as well as the other man’s chin. Despite the humiliating scene, John continued to suck on the now fully hard cock. He was unaware of how he himself also was beginning to get stiff again, he often found that he lost track of time when doing such things.
Norm pulled John away when he noticed how the man was reacting. His lips were swollen and the lipstick was darkened because of how his lips naturally got redder from the unusual blood circulation. He was caught up in the beauty of the mouthy and disobedient John Lennon on his knees, fresh off of a cock and already sporting a semi-hard on because of it—he had forgotten why he was here in the first place.
“Bed.” Norm ordered sternly, shuffling away from the edge to give John space to climb back on.
He kicked off his pants completely before Norm sat by his side.
“You know what to do, don’t be coy about it.” Norm said, allowing his eyes to rack over the man’s entertaining body.
“Give me some lube or some oil or something, can’t expect me to bugger myself dry.” John said in his usual draw, despite the slight discomfort he could feel in his throat, a light ache appeared in his throat when he swallowed leftover saliva.
“Use your spit, you seemed to have more than enough when it was dripping all over yourself a moment ago .”
John grumbled and stuck his fingers in his sore mouth, costing them liberally before turning them towards his own hole. He winced when his index finger penetrated him; a reminder of the particularly rough treatment he was given little over a day ago, he pushed through the dull ache around his opening as he slid the other saliva coated finger inside himself. His legs were spread and bent to allow Norm the best view possible. With fingers as deep as they could go within himself, he scissored himself and massaged his innards, searching for the spot he was almost addicted to touching. John didn’t dare touch his cock as he fingered himself, fearing what Norm might add or take away if he did so. Any thought of punishment was disregarded almost immediately when his prostate was found, he moaned in surprise as he massaged the spot he could barely reach, the brief sensations only making his cock harder but overall he couldn’t cum from it alone.
Slipping his fingers out of his opening, John quickly was about to lubricate a third and perhaps fourth finger until Norm pinned his wrist down. He wasn’t stretched enough for any larger objects to be comfortable within him, he’ll be hurting nearly as much as he was the other night. Just the thought of it sends a shiver throughout his body.
“How’d you fuck her, Lennon? Did you let her have her way with you, as I’m about to?” Norm asked despite knowing how caged off John made his sex fantasies. The young man would sooner die than let a stranger degrade and dominate him the way Norm does. It aggravated him when others did it—when others who didn’t know him did it. He feels insulted in a way that makes him want to fight back, to regain control and forget he ever let the person humiliate him. With Norm, his defenses dropped and he became weak at the knees. “Am I going to make you scream more than you made her?”
John was about to argue about his talents in bed before Norm took hold of his cock and began pushing his cock past the rim. Whatever remark he was about to make was interrupted by a gasp of surprise and of the sudden pain. His hole burned as it yielded around Norm’s cock. With a generous coating of John’s saliva, Norm made no attempt to add any further lubricant, instead, he mindfully pushed himself slowly within John. The younger man’s hole hugged the base of Norm’s cock snuggly, despite how unprepared the man was, he began to move rather easily.
While looking down at John; his head turned to the side and mouth slightly agape from the mix of pain and pleasure, he occasionally refused to look Norm in the eyes when he was finally within him, embarrassment of his position nearly overpowering his desire to submit. Rarely, he asked Norm to stop and he would turn over and hug himself tightly. It was best to distract him from his infectious thoughts before they reached that self pitiful level.
“Son, I asked you a question. I’ll say it again for you, simpler this time. Do you want me to treat you like how you treated that girl, or do you wanna be fucked harder then that? Do you want me to go hard on you, Lennon?” Norm asked strategically to mention the girl again, a strand of heterosexuality that John could cling to after they’re done so he doesn’t crumble.
Snapping his hips to roughly plunge himself fully within John, he let go of the man’s wrist to hold his legs up for a better angle. He watched as his thick cock moved in and out of John’s desperate hole, feeling it clench even tighter when he hit his prostate, delighting in how his legs twitched every time he managed to do so.
“Yes, sir, please go hard on me.” He could barely be heard—his flushed face was partially hiding against one of the pillows.
Addicted to seeing a reaction out of him, Norm snaked his hand to John’s hair once again to tug at it. He felt as though stands of his auburn hair were being yanked out of his head, and the fiery feeling on his scalp made his cock drip onto his stomach. With every thrust, John was pulled downwards to meet him halfway. The thickness within him dragged against his walls with every movement. Nearly every time Norm fucked back into him his prostate was nudged.
His cock was moving at a faster pace now, making sure to fully connect himself with John to earn the delicious slapping sound of fast and dirty sex. John’s fingers were digging into Norm’s shoulders as he whimpered. His red lips were open and panting. Hooded eyes clouded with desire met his own, noticeable tears were on the brink of running down. The volume of his moans could rival any of their songs. His hair was a laughable mess, but Norm loved even that about him as well.
He quickly found his mood changing, from wanting to punish John to caring for him, but he knew that was all in good time.
Norm leaned down, chest to chest, and began to kiss his open mouth. He accepted it almost immediately and moaned around the other man’s tongue during a particularly sharp thrust.
He felt the need to cum flooding into him as he explored John’s mouth. While continuing to fuck him, Norm finally made contact with John’s cock and quickly began to work it, using the precum that had already dripped down the side of it to wet his movements. His fist glided up and down the length while he continued to ram himself into John. The younger man’s moans went higher pitched as he squeezed Norm’s shoulders tighter. Heat began to pool in both of their stomachs, Norm fucking him at the fastest and hardest he could go while John’s body encouraged it. With a few final thrusts within, Norm came inside him. He gradually slowed down his movements and then pulled out, watching as his cum ran out of John’s puffy and gaping hole.
John was still hard, the whine he gave made Norm aware of it. With some spit on his hand and only a few pumps, John was releasing himself on Norm’s hand and his own stomach.
And with that, their moment ended. John, still easily overstimulated again, continued to lay on his back while staring at the ceiling struggling to catch his breath. Norm looked at him before reaching over to the conveniently placed tissues nearby to clean John’s stomach as well as the lower parts of him that happened to still be covered in cum. Neither of them spoke. It was always like this afterwards, Norm understood why. He never had to ask.
He threw away the soiled tissue and ignored how John had turned on his side, hiding his face. When Norm began to inch closer as he occasionally did during these moments and his hand was shoved away—as it normally was during these moments.