Anything, Anywhere, Anytime // OC X John Lydon (Johny Rotten)

John, meet John!

Dramy and Sime had been flirting all night at the concert venue. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and their chemistry was definitely undeniable—or maybe the lack thereof? Well, if pure lust and boredom are considered chemistry, then by all means!

Dramy held his hand tight, as they began searching for a place, literally any place, even a dark fucking corner.
They stumbled upon a hidden area backstage and quickly made their way inside, desperate to be alone...

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Ever get the feeling you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or more like, ever get the feeling you have no fucking idea what the fuck is going on, your emotions are basically mashed into an unreadable garbage pile,,, and maybe there's a little sadness, jealousy, and anger deep inside you? Oh, and loooooads of pure confusion.
Well, if you haven't, that's no problem; John will gladly do that for you!
Yes, exactly. Honestly, Dramy is just fucking stupid. Of course John was still fucking there!
He had just left after Dramy barged out of the venue just a couple hours before. As a matter of fact, he had looked for them for a while but eventually gave up, lazy bastard that one.
He was worried, but knew they could probably fend for themselves.

And of course those two drunk idiots didn't notice him—no kidding, they were basically all over each other all the fucking time.
And if that wasn't enough, John knew Simon, very very well. They used to go to college together. John was as confused as one could get—well, he had taken a kind of liking to Dramy; maybe they aren't the only person who tend to get attached to people a bit too quickly—and he felt he deserved some closure for whatever the fuck happened just a few hours ago.

John had returned to the venue, talking to people here and there. He was standing in the crowd near the concert area, and had a pretty good view of Simon and Dramy, unfortunately, it was far too loud to make out what they were saying, and he wasn't even going to attempt lip reading.
They had basically walked right past him, and were listening to the singer talk about some shit and pass the bottle of gin to the crowd.
Dramy looked pretty deep in thought, maybe even nervous about something; they had brought one of their hands up to their mouth to nervously bite their nails before engaging in conversation with Simon again.

John watched as Dramy then took Simon's hand, and they then disappeared into the crowd.
John was left standing there, unsure of anything at this point!
He knew Simon, safe to say he knew him more than Dramy. He felt pretty sad about Sime not reaching out to let John know that he was back in London, he felt confused about Dramy, but also pretty... Jealous? Gag.
Well, things were going in the right direction before Dramy stormed out, and they definitely weren't the only ones who were deprived of physical altercations with other human beings. What a bummer.

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"Shhhhhhhhh Sime were going to get caught." Dramy stifled a laugh as well as they closed the door behind them.
They had stumbled upon a hidden area backstage and quickly made their way inside, the tension between them growing.
Dramy felt a huge surge of adrenaline. This is gonna be fun!
"This is going to be worth getting caught for," he retorted.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Dramy and Sime were practically all over each other.
Sime was pushed against the door, as their lips connected in a feverish kiss.
Dramy's hands slipped under his shirt and roamed his body—his chest, his waist, and his neck.
The beauty of the human body was almost mesmerizing—or maybe they were romanticizing this too much.

Dramy wanted to say something—anything. Maybe express their feelings in that moment, like, "I've missed this", or "I've missed you". But it seemed inappropriate. Like there was no space for any feelings, and they might say something they'd regret later on.
So they kept quiet, focusing on the task at hand—or at least as best they could.