80's one shots

A Night With John Taylor (Duran Duran)

Tic, tac.

Sat on the edge of his bed, John was looking at the clock ; although he showed no facial expression, his mind was going crazy. He had invited you over for the night and was waiting, shaking his leg in an attempt to reduce his nervosity. He couldn't understand what was going on. He was used to the whole taking-girls-to-his-hotel-room situation, but this time it wasn't the same. As indifferent as he could be with some pretty strangers, he felt his heart skip a beat when he was thinking of you.

It was so difficult to find a time to meet. He was incredibly busy with the tour, and fans were following him pretty much everywhere. He knew you couldn't stay in the morning, and he'd have to go because of work... It almost felt like it was the last time you'd ever see each other, with how heavy his schedule was. He knew he only had one chance. It had to be perfect.

The fact that he'd spent so much time in the bathroom dressing himself up and doing his hair already proved how excited and nervous he was. His blonde bangs had parted on the side, revealing his deep brown eyes, and he was wearing a white shirt, black jacket and black pants. For the look to be more modern, he'd rolled his sleeves up.

For the first time in a long time, he was worried about doing things wrong. He was worried about your feelings too : would you be okay with everything he had in mind ? Would it be too much, too early ? A thousand thoughts were crossing his mind and soon he found himself standing up, hands on his hips and walking around in the room to calm himself down.

"This isn't right," he told himself. "I can't let her see me like that. I have to chill. I am the man of the situation."

He kept repeating these words for a few seconds before someone knocked. Not expecting you yet, John jumped in surprise. He took a deep breath and slowly walked to the door, opening it.

"Good evening, John." You said with a smile on your face.

The young man took a moment to respond, gathering his thoughts. His heart started racing, he felt like it could be heard from the other side of the hotel. Because he had not moved away for you to enter the room, you raised an eyebrow, questioning him. He suddenly shook his head and chuckled, returning your greeting and letting you in.

John closed the door and hurried behind you to take your jacket off. You let him do and sat on the bed, the only place where two people could rest next to each other in this room.

He grabbed a bottle of wine and showed it off proudly, hoping you'd take some.

"Would you like a glass of wine ?" He asked gently.
"Sure." You nodded.

He smiled and poured some in two glasses, one he handed to you. He then took the other one and sat next to you.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense, but still pleasant. He was with the person he liked, after all ; it was simply the apprehension of what was about to come that was heavy on his shoulders. He promised himself he would not mess up.

He took a sip of wine and delicately put his hand over yours, holding it like a treasure. Your cheeks blushed a vibrant pink and, embarrassed, you tried to avoid his insistent look. As nervous as he was, he still managed to keep his composure and would not take his eyes off you. Since your face was turned to the side, he allowed his gaze to travel from your neck to your shoulders, parts he longed to kiss.

"I'm so glad you came." He said, his voice similar to a whisper.

You finally built up the courage to look at him and you couldn't help but bite your lip. He was close, so close you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

"...I'm glad you invited me." You responded, holding his hand more firmly.

John felt his anxiety leave his body as he saw in your eyes that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. However, before making a move, he wanted things to be clear. He would not allow any misunderstanding to happen. He put his glass on the night table and did the same with yours before facing you again.

"I like you, you know ?"

You nodded slowly, allowing him to keep going.

"It's a little odd. What's happening to me ?" He grabbed your hand and put it on his chest, where his heart was. Despite him chuckling because of his own words, his eyes were extremely serious.

After a brief moment, he let your hand down and started talking again. "I don't know what to say or do. Usually with girls I feel strong, determined, and I show off like a peacock. But I can't be like that with you. It's like you take away everything that makes me feel like I'm in control." He said, sighing.

You didn't know how to react. He was just there, vulnerable and fragile like you'd never seen him before, and you were left speechless. You thought to yourself that no more words needed to be told ; what was needed was an act.

You put a hand on his cheek and got closer to his face, pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss. Without hesitation, he pulled you closer and let his fingers run through your hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His hands were hot, it felt like every part of you he dared to touch was burning even through your clothes.

After a good minute of kissing, John stood up and took your hands, making you stand in front of him. He leaned his forehead against yours as he brought his hands to your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Desire made his breathing irregular ; his pupils were more dilated than usual and his skin glowing with a bit of sweat. Catching you staring at him, he smirked and started kissing your cheek all the way to your jaw, then going down on your neck. He took your shirt off and tossed it on the floor. You decided to take his jacket off and unbutton his shirt as well, letting your hands caress his bare torso delicately. Soon things escalated as he softly pushed you on the bed, getting on top of you and kissing you more.

Neither you nor John were thinking about anything at this point. Everything was flowing naturally, like you both knew what to do and when to do it.

John started kissing your neck again, this time going further down and planting kisses on your chest. At the same time, his hands had made their way to your pants, which he unzipped and took down your legs. Mimicking him, you unbuckled his belt and took his pants down. The most serious part was coming and John looked more sure of himself than ever.

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8 o'clock in the morning. You woke up in bed, feeling John's arms around you. You smiled and turned around to face him ; he was still asleep. He looked so peaceful. Unfortunately, you couldn't stay as you had things to do, and he'd have to leave soon anyway. You took his arms away slowly and stood up, gathering your clothes. You visualized everything that had happened the night before and sighed. You knew it would be good, but it went above and beyond that. This was certainly something you would never forget.

You heard John mumble and turned around. He stretched in bed and looked up at you.

"Is it time already ?" He asked, disappointed.

"Yes... I wish we could've stayed here longer."

"Mh. I don't even know when we'll see each other again." He sounded upset.

"We can always talk on the phone."

"I'd rather talk to you face to face." He retorted.

"Yes, me too..."

You laughed and got onto the bed to kiss him one more time. You then stepped back and walked to the door ; all this time, John didn't take his eyes off you. 

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Done with this first one shot ! Hope you guys enjoyed it, pls let me know if i made a typo or anything. Laterz ! x

- Andy