Band Oneshots

Just once then his's all yours (Jimmy Page X John Jones X Robert Plant) smut

Robert walked in to find John sprawled out on the sofa, lazing round watching tv. The older man didn't even turn to acknowledge him, not that he had expected him to, not after there tiny argument, he just stared coolly at the boring tv show.

The sounds of Jimmy humming in the shower bounced around the room. The blonde sighed and plopped himself next to John, knowing damn well they'd have to talk sooner or later. Robert was hoping the later would be it, but he knew they needed to get over this, if not for them then for Jimmy at least.

So for once he took the logical step to start said important conversation and distracted himself with the paper in his pocket, what was the song his was working on, sue him, he didn't want to talk, forcing himself to appear interested.

"Have you decided?" He said when the silence proved too much for even him. And of course, only John could drag him kicking and screaming into a conversation without uttering a word, even Bonzo had never done that to him in all the years he had known him.

"Yes." was the softly spoken reply, reaching out to turn the tv off. Robert wanted so much to probe some more, to satisfy his curiosity, obviously, it was in his nature, but he knew that was probably a bad idea. If Robert was honest with himself he also wasn't sure if he was ready for the answer.

The night air was cool against his heated skin, the breeze from the open windows made the curtains writhe in some unknown dance. When Jonesy touched him, cool, slender callused fingers curling around the back of his neck, Robert promptly stopped breathing, words on the paper he held blurred before him.

John's thumbed at the line of his jaw, still not looking at him, humming softly to himself, probably having an entire conversation in his head. Robert hated that it made his heart race so much let alone that it made his stomach twist. Rival or not in this case, Jonesy was undeniably attractive, a Robert was well, he was just a man after all.

"I think, maybe, we could work something out." Jonesy's words were snapped up by the silence, an Robert had a hard time convincing himself he'd actually said anything at all. "Like what?" He asked, just for show, because he already knew, he had considered it many times before. He'd never admit it, but that thought had always turned him on just a little bit.

What if they did work it out...?

John just looked at him, an yeah of course, the younger man should've seen that one coming. He was calm, much calmer than Robert by far, he could probably feel Robert's frantic pulse beneath his fingers. "Call it a crash course in James Patrick Page if you will."

The singer dragged in a laboured breath, forced himself not to turn his face and press his lips against Jonesy's thumb. "And after?" He squirmed in his seat, pressing his legs together when John squeezed lightly.

"After?" John smirked wickedly, like he knew just what was going on in Robert's own fucked up mind. "After, he's all yours Percy." That was probably the closest he would get to knowing what John thinks will happen to the band, to them after Bozo's funeral.

Robert blinked. Opened his mouth, closed it, then blinked again. "OK." He croaked, biting his lip. "Yeah, I can do that." He added, because 'Ok' just wasn't enough for a situation like this but he had no idea what would be enough.

Jonesy nodded as he released him, and suddenly he could hear the other sounds in the room, because Jonesy's quiet presence had more or less drowned everything out. Robert could now hear the sound of the shower, the sounds of Jimmy's humming, completely oblivious to what had transacted.

Robert tried to force himself to relax, he counted backwards from fifty or some shit, anything to distract him. The blow-dryer clicked on an Jonesy's couldn't help the little huff of laughter, of course the fucker was preening, it had been almost an hour now.