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Summary:

After Johnny gives you grief for not coming to a show in weeks, you take him home with you to try to make it up to him.

Notes:

Prompt #5! Brand new prompt for you: Male Reader/John somewhere during his Mucous Membrane years cause I loved your Johnny in Bathed in Red so I thought, why not? Plus, smoking kink. Cause of John.

So this is my first time writing m/m smut in a looong time. There was a little in AwaS but not to this extent. Hope you like! This is also my first male reader fic!!! YAY!

The song Johnny sings is the fic song:

The air inside the club is stuffy and hot. Not that you're not used to it, but after some time it gets to be a bit too constricting. Especially backstage.

You stand in the wings, watching Mucous Membrane finishing their set. Your roommates are up next, already crowded ahead of you, waiting. It's been a few weeks since you were able to come to a show. It feels nice to be back, even though you know your roommates are going to sucker you into bringing their equipment home so they can stay behind and party. It's probably why they insisted you come tonight.

"Thank you! You've been top! G'night!"

The crowd cheers enthusiastically and you crane your neck around your friends to watch Johnny urging his band mates forward for a bow. Damn he looks good tonight. Not that there hasn't been a night where you didn't think he looked good.

Their band always seems to book the same gigs as your friends. As such, you're constantly running into each other.

You watch them leave the stage and the MC announces your roommates. On the other side, you see Johnny pause and turn around to look. His eyes almost immediately meet yours and a large grin spreads across his face. He bounces up and down excitedly, waving from across the stage. Chuckling, you give him a small wave back. He and his band mates are ushered away and you lose sight of him.

"He's been asking about you," Chas says, coming to stand by your side.

"Has he now?" you ask, pleased by this bit of information.

You've had a few stolen moments with Johnny over the months you've known each other. Nothing serious of course, not that you wouldn't welcome it. Mostly handies and blow jobs backstage or in some other secluded spot you managed to find. There had been a couple times you had been able to work in a quick fuck. But they had all been moments of opportunity, not anything planned ahead of time.

Chas gives you a small smile. "He denies it, but I know he does," he says. "Mostly he asks when he thinks I'm not paying attention. He did it just the other night and was trying to be very casual about it. Didn't work."

So that's why your friends had been so insistent about you coming with them tonight. They must be tired of Johnny bugging them.

"Hmm, good to know," you smirk.

You hear your name being called and turn to see the young man in question stepping out from around a curtain. Chas is suddenly nowhere to be found.

Johnny comes right up to you and jabs a finger in your chest. "Where the bloody hell have you been, mate?" he questions.

You open your mouth to answer, but your friends start playing and the noise drowns you out. Johnny looks annoyed. He motions over his shoulder to the back door and you follow him out. The night is warm, but still cooler than the club. You hear the click of a lighter and turn to see Johnny lighting a cigarette. The sight sends a thrill of excitement through you for many reasons.