Classic Rock Oneshots

Miracle Cure

"How could you!?" Keith bellows and he kicks open the door to John's apartment. He storms in with murderous eyes and clenched fists. "How on Earth could you be so stupid!? Telling the press about your 'sexual tendencies with men'! Do you know what they're going to do?! They're going to breathe down our necks for the rest of our motherfucking lives!" He screeches as he stomps around John's house for the man in question. He wasn't in the kitchen, nor the bedrooms or the lounge room and not even in his small studio out the back of the house. This only made Keith fume more, thinking that his lover was hiding and avoiding him. "JOHN?! I swear, if you don't come out and face me, and own up to this all, I will personally eat off your arm and fuck you with it!" He yells, his blood boiling like liquid fire around his scrawny body.

Keith had his arm crossed over his chest and tapped his foot as he waited for his partner to show up and face him. As the seconds ticked past, he was getting more and more ready to absolutely explode with fury. It was then though that he heard someone chucking up in the bathroom behind him.

Spinning around slowly on his heal, Keith presses an ear to the bathroom door and listens in. All that can be heard are moans and groans of pain and more wrenching into the toilet bowl. Hesitantly, he twists the doorknob only to see John's weak frame hunched over the toilet with his head buried deep in the bowl.

"John?" Keith whispers, tentatively taking steps towards him until he kneels beside his partner, his hand on his shoulder.

"Urgh, who...who is it?" John gurgles and struggles to lift his head to look at Keith.

"It's me." The smaller of the two breathes, sitting down beside his boyfriend and watching him with worried eyes and his pink lips turned out in a pout. John's half-lidded eyes were hazy with illness, and his fingers shook as they weakly attempted to grip the toilet seat. Keith could only look on with pity, and his eyes tried to search his boyfriend's. "What's wrong with you?" He asks, softly, fear making a small appearance in those big, brown doe eyes of his.

John's hand trembles as he sickly cups Keith's face. As if he didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore, the taller of the two lay his head down on the toilet seat. "It's just my new medication, love. Don't worry about me." He rasps through a dry throat and cracked lips.

"Medication is meant to help you, not do this!" Keith cries and his volume makes John's head pound uncomfortably. His hand seemed as though it would give way at any moment so Keith puts his own over John's to keep it against his cheek.

"It's meant to cure me." John coughs and looks away from his boyfriend with upset eyes. "It's meant to stop me from being a...homosexual." He breathes and his voice is crackly. Keith's eyes fly open and his rosy bottom lip quivers.

"W-W-What?" He stammers, gripping his lover's hand tighter. John couldn't answer him. His eyes welled up in the first time in years, and he felt what little energy he had left in his body get eaten up by the judge's words ringing through his skull. The dirtiness he felt running through him wasn't just because of the medication but because of the guilt too. He felt so incredibly guilty for indirectly dragging Keith into this mess as well.

After John doesn't offer an answer, Keith desperately moves closer to him, putting his hands on his boyfriend's thighs and looking directly into his eyes with tears welling in them. "What are you trying to say?" He demands as John lifts up his head once again to look at him properly.

"The judge, he...he gave me a choice. It was either 2 years in jail or medication. Of course, I was going to pick the medication." He weeps, a single tear rolling silently down his cheek.

In that moment, Keith's heart broke. It pained him so much to see the man he loved so dearly suffering so much trauma. He wanted to yell, to scream, to cry and to sob, but he knew he could do none of those. It would be no help to John at all. "Just pretend to take it! They'll never kno-"

"Each week they test to see if it's in my blood." John interrupts with a melancholy expression plastered on his face, and Keith's own expression melts into one of pure woe and misery. Staying strong for John's sake was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

"Oh." He breathes as it is all he can manage, and John can see the pain behind his lover's eyes.

"Please," He begs through a hoarse voice. "Please, don't worry for me, darling. I'll be alright, I will." He pleads, and gathering all his strength, opens ups his arm for Keith to enter. Not needing to be told twice, the smaller man throws his arm's around John's neck and John wraps one arm around his boyfriend's waist while the other held the toilet for support.

Keith dug his face into John's chest and inhaled the smell he had learned to love over the last three years of his life. John smelt more of home than his actual house or any other place in the world. For Keith, home wasn't a place but a person. In the form of John Entwistle.

And he had been so close to losing him.

His grip tightened, and he played with a strand of John's hair. As they sat in a sorrowful silence, John's heart weighed heavy in his chest. "You know," He hums, the vibrations from his chest making Keith's head rumble. "I didn't tell a single soul about being...you know, queer. A reporter just found a picture of us in the Marquee Club holding hands and kissing and such. They couldn't see your face though, and I'm so glad they didn't." He murmurs into his lover's soft hair. "I wouldn't have put us in danger like that. I wouldn't have gone on telling people about us without your permission. Never." He continues to whisper.

After hearing that, Keith felt so much shame for previously blaming his partner for the mess they were in. Only now could he see that he was so foolish for thinking that John would ever do such a thing to get them in harm's way.

"I know." He breathes, breaking away from the embrace only to cup his lovers face and leaning their forehead together. He closes his eyes and just enjoys John's presence for a short while, thinking about how he could have been somewhere else. Somewhere far away from him. "I love you." He mutters sincerely.

"I love you too," John whispers back, leaning just that inch closer to press his lover's lips to his.

Being homosexual was only 'legalised' in 1967! And it was only until 1994 in Australia! What the hell?! And to make it even worse, it was never illegal to be lesbian, just to be a gay man. How unfair is that! It's all unfair really. Alan Turing (a mathematician who helped end the second world war two years earlier and saved 14 million people in the process through decoding the Nazi code) was convicted and given the choice of jail or 'medication'. He later killed himself because of such things.