All Those Years Ago - Lennison Fan Fiction - Beatles Slash Fan Fiction

chapter twenty-nine, 1975

"Catherine!"

The sing-song call was nearly drowned in the cheerful chatter filling the room. The man on the stairs surveyed the happy crowd gathered in his living-room, climbing up a few more steps and pursing his lips. He pulled his sparkling trousers up a little and put his hands on his hips.

"Catherine!" he called again.

"'e's in the kitchen, dear," an exaggeratedly masculine voice replied, making people laugh and look up to him with amused faces. "Is he, really?" the man replied, narrowing his eyes in mock-suspicion.

"I think he's shagging Bowie on the balcony!" another man replied, whipping his long blond wig back and grinning at him with red lips and painted eyes.

"No, he bloody isn't!" an indignant voice replied and the man on the stairs could just make up the red of Bowie's hair in the crowd, standing by the bar long and skinny, smiling his crooked smile at him. "You wish!" the lady next to him stated loudly, and Bowie waggled his eyebrows.

Elton John sighed loudly and climbed down the stairs, shaking his head. "You're such a bunch of fairies." Hoots and cat-calls were his only reply as he made his way towards the bar. He was pouring himself a drink when someone patted his arm gently. Turning around, he met clever dark-brown eyes.

"I think he's in the study, darling. When I left, he was talking guitars with Brian." Elton took a sip from his drink and nodded. "Everything all right?"

The other man chuckled. "Oh, yes. I think the poor thing is just looking for a little straightness and Brian's more than happy to oblige."

Elton made a little face behind his oversized glasses. "I don't think he realised just how popular he would be, coming here."

"He's not that used to being hit on by men? I bet he got his butt felt up more in a single evening than in his whole life."

"Don't mock, Fred. He's enjoying it, I think."

Freddie gave him his strange wide grin and Elton nudged him in the ribs, following his advice still, slowly making his way through the crowd, stopping here and there to chat when people called him and finally making it to the corridor, ignoring a couple making out in the dim light to knock on the door of the study.

"Come in. Yeah, but that's the thing with Fenders, y'know?"

Sitting on the pool table with a discarded cue set across his lap was John, leaning forward and chatting with Freddie's guitarist, a tall, curly-haired man with a mild smile.

"Yes, I see what you mean. This is why I built my own, truly. I didn't feel a regular Fender would do."

John nodded, his eyes widened in awe. "Yeah. That's fucking impressive. You'll have to show me one day, I'd like to see it."

Brian's eyes lit up all at once, making the man sprawled in the sofa behind them groan. "Don't, man. He's gonna faint."

Brian's face coloured and he frowned, glaring at him. "Shut up, Taylor. You swooned when he signed your drumsticks." Roger held the drumsticks up triumphantly and then cradled them close to his heart, making John laugh and turn around as Elton came up to sit next to him.

"Hey, love," John said and Elton noticed he was still wearing most of the pink lipstick Elton had put on him earlier on, the top two buttons of his white shirt missing as if they had been ripped.

"Everything okay, Catherine?"

"Yeah, we're fine. Juss 'aving a little break, you know. Between butch men." He bumped his shoulder against Brian's, nearly making him topple over and fall from the pool table. Roger snorted loudly. "Well, sort of."