As can be - a part two to running away into you.
He had left, left you stranded in Japan with the band, like you were nothing. John didn’t even tell you he was going, you only found out from the shouting and chaos one night in the hotel in Tokyo. You walked down the hall to Anthony’s room, the door was already open and practically everyone was inside. The band, tour managers, even some roadies, most importantly John was there too. It sounded like they were all in the middle of a heated discussion, bordering on a fight.
“I can’t do this anymore, I didn’t sign up for this, it’s fucking bullshit man!”, John yelled. “I’m going back to LA, right now.”
“You can’t just leave, we’re in the middle of our tour, what the fuck is wrong with you? You’re destroying everything we built, greenie.” Anthony retorted.
It looked like something switched in John, something that made his body tense and his eyes darken. Greenie.
John walked over to Anthony and raised his fists, before Chad and Flea separated the two. Anthony was hurling insults at John, calling him “crazy” and a “stupid kid”.
Not so long ago, the two of them were brothers, hell, the whole band were brothers. But now it was different, John and Anthony hated each other, Flea was angry with them for hating each other, and poor Chad was stuck in the middle. Everything was crumbling apart, all of the closet people in Johns life had either left, barely talked to him, or hated him but stuck around because they had to. Except for you of course.
After a few moments of silence, Flea eventually spoke. “Can we all just sit down, think and talk about this?”. He looked over at John. “I mean, dude, this is a really big thing, you can’t just leave right before a show, it’s immature.”
“I don’t give a fuck, none of you give a fuck, I’m leaving.”, John stood up and walked out the door, right past you.
You felt everyone’s eyes on you, or straight through you and at the doorway where you stood. Everyone was silent, everything was silent and still, the exact opposite of the usual environment you had found yourself in over the years.
After a moment, you turned and ran down the hall as fast as you could to where John had gone. You found an elevator, but of course it didn’t work fast enough so you bolted down the stairs to the hotel lobby where John was, getting ready to leave. To leave you behind.
You called after him and weaved your way through the people waiting in line to check in. Eventually you caught up with him outside, where he was talking to one of the many taxi drivers outside the hotel.
You grabbed his shoulder and lightly pulled. “John, what are you doing? Come back inside, please.” You pleaded desperately. He looked right through you before shrugging your hand off him and getting into the cab. You tried to tell the driver to wait, just for a minute, just long enough so you could at least get a bag to go with John, but he drove off before you could even open your mouth, via John’s request.
You stood on the pavement, glassy eyes glued to the cab as it drove off. You prayed to anyone who would listen for John to turn his head around, see you and get out of the cab, but he didn’t. The cab drove down the busy street, until it was surrounded by other cars and you couldn’t see it anymore.
You felt empty, literally empty. The love of your life, the man you had given everything to for the past three years, your love, your life, your care, your body and your virginity, had left you, like he had never even known you.
Months had passed and you were back in LA. Flea had thankfully gotten you a ticket back with them, if he hadn’t you probably would’ve still been in Tokyo.
You had found a job at a record store. It was weird to be back working again, but nice. John provided for you when you were still together, he said you didn’t need a job anymore, and he wanted you to be by his side for the all the touring, so you quit your old job.
This job was nice though, you were always surrounded by music at home, so the store was like an extension of it. Plus you could talk to people about your favourite bands or songs. Sometimes a douchebag would come in though, spouting sexist nonsense about how a woman could never understand the intricacies of music. Little did they know you were surrounded by people who were millions of times better than they ever could be at playing whatever instrument they thought they were a god at.
It was a particularly slow day in the store. You had three customers come in. One was some punk guy, his hair was spiked up with gel, he was decked out in leather with chains all over him and a bad brains shirt on. He had bought a live album from the germs, one you remembered listening to one night with John.
Next, a young girl, probably 14 or 15 came in. She had smoky eyes, dark red lipstick, a short skirt with rips in her tights and an oversized cardigan on. Your favourite outfit, she looked so cool. She bought two records, bleach by nirvana and loaded by the velvet underground. John always played the latter, the two of you would dance to sweet Jane whenever you were cooking in the kitchen. It made your heart ache.
Lastly, for now anyway, an old lady came in, with a knee length skirt and a fuzzy sweater. She reminded you of your grandma. She went straight up to you at the counter and asked for your help finding a record for her husband, it was his birthday! You skimmed through the records with her for a bit until she found one, the perfect one. Harvest moon by Neil Young. She told you about how the two of them loved his other album, harvest when they were younger and newly married. She spoke of him so fondly and lovingly, her eyes glittering as she recounted all the memories of her husband. You wondered how two people could stay in love for so long, but then you thought about John again.
You wondered what it would be like if the two of you were still together, if nothing had changed. Maybe in the future, fifty years from now you could have been that old woman, talking to a younger one about the music that the two of you did everything together with.
Once Kathy (you found out that was her name) had gone, you were sat alone in the store. An hour or so passed, without anyone coming in, until a man with his hood pulled up and a thick jacket wandered inside. Odd for this time of year, it was boiling hot all day, you yourself had a tank top and shorts on, with the ac blasting, but it was still extremely hot inside.
He wandered around the store for a bit, mainly focused on the classic rock section and the punk section, before picking up three records and coming up to the counter.
You shot him a smile, but he didn’t see, at least that’s what you thought. His hood was covering practically his whole face.
You glanced down at the albums. Adam and the ants, the velvet underground and Jimi Hendrix. “Good choices.”, you spoke as you scanned the barcodes. He only grunted in response. Rude.
“Okay, that’ll be… $51.90.”, you said, packing the records into a plastic bag.
He got out his wallet and started placing bills out onto the counter, twenty, forty, forty five, fifty. Change went all across the ground as he started counting out quarters. You dove out to help him pick up the change and put it into his hand when you saw something. An asterisk on his right wrist, just like John’s.
You looked up to be greeted with the face of your ex boyfriend, eyes wide when yours met his.
“John?”, you spoke up after an agonising few seconds of silence. He didn’t say anything and pulled his hood back down before slamming the change onto the counter and grabbing his bag. You watched as he left, still in shock.
You were going to go out and follow him, to yell and cry and argue, but of course a sudden wave of customers came into the store, and you had to go back to your place behind the counter.
Eventually it hit seven pm, your shift ended and you had to close up the shop. You swept up around the floor, counted the money from the cashier, turned off the lights and locked the front door. It was such a nice night, the breeze was warm, the temperature had dropped a bit and the sun was setting in the sky.
You turned around to head back home, when you saw him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. You didn’t know what to do, or what he wanted, probably to talk to you or get a quick fuck.
John got up once he saw you, bag in hand. His face was plastered with guilt and sadness. It almost made you burst into tears.
“Y/n im so sorry, I mean it, I’m so fucking sorry.”, he spoke. His voice was different, rougher and rawer, like he had been smoking non stop.
“It’s fine, i have to go home and eat dinner.”, you tried to walk past John but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him, so gently, like he was afraid of you shattering.
“No it’s not, I was a complete dickhead to you, I left you in a different country by yourself because I couldn’t handle something. I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me again, just please let me walk you home.”
You nodded and didn’t say a word. A lump was forming in your throat, and you knew if you said anything you would most definitely start crying.
You stood side by side as John started walking you home, hands brushing against each other occasionally but never locking together. The lump was getting bigger and harder to hold back.
After the worst silence you’ve ever experienced, not uncomfortable, just heartbreaking, you eventually reached your apartments door. You looked up at John, his hood was down now and you could admire his features.
“No.”, you thought. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
John was the first to speak, his eyes finding yours. “Well, I should head home now, it was nice seeing you again.”
He turned around to leave but you grabbed his wrist, making him turn his head to look at you. Tears filled your eyes and you felt like the lump was going to explode in your throat any second.
“No, stay, don’t leave me.”, you were trying desperately not to cry. “Don’t leave me again John.”
You flung yourself into his arms, your own hooking around his neck. John melted into your embrace, fingers clutching onto you so tightly. He didn’t want to leave you ever again.
You both stayed like that together for a few minutes, tears and sniffles and cries escaping the both of you. Slowly you pulled away to unlock the front door. Once it was opened John picked you up, hooked your legs around his waist and brought you inside.
“I’ll never leave you ever again, no matter what happens, someone will have to kill me for us to be separated.”, John whispered against your hair.
You nodded and clung to him, a smile forming on your face even though tears were still slipping down your flush cheeks. You looked up at him and cupped his face with your hands, fingertips tracing over his soft skin.
“Please just kiss me already.”, you whispered back.
John leaned down and captured your soft lips in his slightly chapped ones, he must’ve stopped wearing lip balm, you always reminded him to.
He carried you to your bedroom and carefully put you down on the bed. You looked up at him with a big smile on your lips, hair splayed across the pillows and blanket.
“You’re so beautiful, I missed looking at you in real life.”, John spoke, fingers tracing over the curves over your waist.
“Real life?”, you questioned, eyes narrowing in confusion and curiosity. You swore you saw his cheeks flush, something rare for John Frusciante.
“Oh um, I just liked looking at pictures of you when we weren’t together. I missed you too much.”, he stumbled over his words, voice quiet and soft.
Your heart melted even more. How was it possible to fall back in love so quickly and so deeply? Well, you never stopped loving him, you thought. And there was your answer.
You pulled John down and kissed him again, lovingly and desperately. You needed him, needed to feel him inside you, filling up your cunt to the brim.
Johns hand’s unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them. He broke the kiss to look at you, eyes soft and lips parted.
“You want me to fuck you?”, he whispered. You nodded quickly, thighs spreading almost instantly at his words. John sucked in a breath as he saw you had soaked through your panties at the centre.
He knelt down in front of the bed and wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling them towards the edge gently until you were almost hanging off. Your hands braced themselves on top of his head and you rested your thighs on his strong shoulders.
Sometimes you forgot how masculine John was, how strong his body was, whenever he yelled at someone or got angry, it always turned you on so much. Many times you both fucked in a dressing room after a gig on one of the bands tours, because some argument or fight happened, and you would pull John away, cunt soaking and inviting him in to soothe away the anger.
You snapped back to reality once you felt Johns lips pressed against your clit through your panties. His spit mixed with your slick until he couldn’t tell which one was making you so wet. John slid your panties off carefully before burying his face in between your thighs. His tongue was lapping up your juices, lips sucking on your clit until you were moaning for more, for his fingers inside you too, which he happily obliged, sinking two fingers inside your cunt knuckle deep.
He flicked his tongue over your clit and pushed his fingers inside you at the same pace, never faltering for a second. You felt the warmth in your tummy building and intensifying.
Your hands gripped onto his hair tightly. He’d finally grown it out after shaving it, the strands tangled around your fingers perfectly, like vines twisting around a tree trunk.
John started sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over it at the same time while his fingers crooked up inside you, pressing right up against your sweet spot. You practically cried his name, thighs trembling and locking his head in place as you tried to close them.
He looked up at you and the sight almost made him cum in his pants. Your face was contorted in complete ecstasy, eyebrows scrunched up, lips parted and eyes shut tight. He groaned into your pussy, tongue rubbing against your clit harder and fingers pushing faster.
“Cum for me, baby. Let go and cum for me, I know you can.”, John spoke into your pussy. His fingers crooked right up into your sweet spot again and his lips sucked your clit hard, pushing you right over the edge. You cried out his name and bucked up slightly, thighs trembling even more.
John helped you ride out your orgasm, he pulled his lips off your clit and moved his fingers a little slower. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”, he praised.
Your eyes fluttered open after a few seconds and you looked up at John, your cheeks flushing as you saw him sucking your juices off his fingers.
“You okay?”, he whispered, lips pressed against your sweaty forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum so hard.”
You swatted his chest weakly and he laughed, arms wrapping around your hips and pulling you against him. “What? It’s the truth!”
“Shut up.”, you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to hold back a smile.
“I love you.”, he grinned like a child, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
John leaned down and kissed your lips gently while he took off your top. Once your breasts were out his hands cupped them, thumbs tracing over your nipples. He pulled back to look at you.
“So much better than looking at a picture.”, he mumbled, mostly to himself. Johns lips sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue tracing over the soft skin while he moaned into your breast, he always loved them the most.
Your hands buried in his hair and you moaned his name breathlessly, drawing another groan from him. He shoved his hands down to his belt and unbuckled it quickly, before taking off his pants. You pulled away to help him take off his shirt, fingers dipping over the crevices of his abs and chest once it was off.
“Need you, need to feel you.”, he moaned out, lips finding your nipple again.
You nodded and stroked his hair, moaning for him to fuck you. John pumped his cock a few times while he sucked on your tit, whispering about how beautiful you were and how you were too good for him.
He pulled away from your breast and slowly guided himself into your tight cunt, making you wince in pain. He stilled once he was halfway inside, eyes locking on yours.
“You okay? You want me to stop?”, he whispered, praying that you wouldn’t say that. Of course he would immediately stop if you told him to.
You shook your head and gave him a shaky smile. “No, keep going, I’m okay.”
He nodded and slowly pushed in further, until he bottomed out inside you, groaning and stilling again to let you adjust.
“Fucking hell, I missed your cunt so bad.”, he moaned against your ear. He could almost cum right now, you were so insanely wet and tight around his cock.
“Please move, johnny.”, you whispered after a moment once the burn was gone. John drew his hips back until only his tip was inside, before driving them forward. He was moving agonisingly slowly, and you begged him to go faster.
He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. His hips slowly sped up and he groaned your name, fingers gripping onto the pillow each side of your head.
You felt your mind haze as the pleasure started to build up inside you, trembling and moaning for more, Johns fingers slid down to rub soothing circles over your clit as he fucked himself deeper into your cunt. His eyes boring into yours.
“Always so good for me, so fucking good, baby.”, he praised, moans and words mixing together into something that made his voice sound like it came from Aphrodite herself.
Your breasts bounced up and down a little each time John thrusted and Johns mind was instantly filled with images of you that he can’t help. Your belly expanding to make room for his child and your soft tits swelled up. He groaned at the picture.
“Wanna give you a baby, sweetheart. Fuck, will you let me?”, he groaned out, thrusting more forcefully.
You nodded frantically, a moaning, sobbing mess underneath him. “Yes! Please, wanna have your baby! Wanna be with you forever and ever, johnny!”, you sobbed out, cumming hard all over Johns cock.
John groaned and dropped his head in between your breasts as he pumped your cunt full of his cum until it was leaking out of you. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of his cum spilling out of your cunt.
“I’ll be right back, baby.”, he whispered and kissed your forehead before walking out of your bedroom. You watched as he left, a little bit worried that he wouldn’t come back, but then you thought back about what he said. He wanted to have a baby with you. A family.
John came back after a few moments, damp cloth in hand. You realised he just wanted to clean you up, and your cheeks turned red at the thought. He knelt down in between your legs and wiped off the cum from your thighs carefully, pressing kisses to your skin.
Once he was done he threw the cloth over to your laundry hamper and laid down beside you. You stroked his hair as he rested his head on your breasts, relishing in his presence again.
“You know, I’m sorry about everything, I love you, and I’m staying with you for the rest of my life.”, he whispered.
“I know, I love you too, johnny.”, you whispered back, lightly scratching your nails into his scalp.
His fingers traced patterns over your stomach as he looked down at it. John felt you fall asleep after a few moments and he closed his eyes too.
John was right where he needed to be, and he was never leaving again.
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