Can't Stop (Frusciante fan fic)

Part 35-Have You Gone Away Already?

A/N: spoiler alert, he hasn't :P I just love the song.

John's POV

Back in the living room, Sophie is still fooling with the keyboard. "OK, kiddo," I say, "time for you to go to bed so you won't wake your mom. We can play again in the morning."

"Aww.." Sophie says, predictably. She skulks down the hall toward the bathroom to shower. I think the cat is in her room. My guess is that he isn't as into music as the rest of us.

I clean up the dishes and Sophie soon comes back out of her room with her pajamas on and toothbrush in her hand. "Will you read to me again tonight, John?"

"As long as you pick something other than 'Scar Tissue' to read, Sophie," I comment. I haven't read the book and don't want to. I just happened upon a part that was entertaining and didn't talk about my past, last night, thankfully. I've heard Anthony wrote a good bit about me in that book, and I'm not mad at him for it, but I never want to read it. It's a time in my life that I don't think can be described in words, at least not by anyone besides me.

Sophie heads to the bookshelf, and picks out "White Fang." "Here, I haven't read this yet, but I love the movie. It's about a guy in Alaska and his wolf. My mom and I always cry at movies like that one where people are reunited with their animals at the end." She pauses. "I love animals. I think they take care of us more than we take care of them, John. That's why I want to be a vet. I always wanted a pet of my own, and we were lucky to find John," she remarks as we walk back to her room.

This kid is just too sweet. "You'll make a great vet, Sophie," I touch her cheek as she crawls into bed. She smiles up at me with love. I sit on the side of her bed next to her and open the book to Chapter One. My namesake is lying at the bottom of her bed, watching over her. I miss my cats, but Flea is feeding them the next few days and I left them a lot of extra food before I left.

Sophie listens intently as I read, but as her eyes start to shut, I put the book down, open to the page we were on, and pull the covers over her shoulders. "Goodnight, Sophie," I kiss her forehead. She mumbles goodnight and John is fast asleep at the foot of the bed by now.

I grab a blanket from the hall closet and head to the couch with it. I don't feel like sleeping, but should try to sleep out here so Sophie won't be confused. I think she's already had enough confusion in her life. I'm interested to meet her father when he flies down on Friday morning to help Sophie and Ellie out. They created a beautiful human together, whether they meant to or not.

I brush my teeth and lie down, but know I won't be able to sleep, so I grab my Discman (yes, I still have one), put on my Velvet Underground CD, and close my eyes anyway.

Ellie's POV

I wake up in my room in all my clothes, lights completely off, alone. What am I doing lying in bed with all my clothes on? This can't have been my doing. I remember that John was here and he must have brought me in here. Is he still here? Or, has he left Sophie and me here alone in the middle of the night and gone back to L.A.?

I scold myself for being selfish. He has every right to go back whenever he chooses to. I have no claim to him, and he's done enough for us already the past 24 hours. Nonetheless, I run out to the living room. I breathe a sigh of relief as I see him lying in the couch with his headphones on. I can't tell if he's asleep or not, but am relieved he's here. Even if he did forget to wake me to put pajamas on. I check on Sophia and the other John, too, and both are dead to the world in her room. My alarm clock says it's about midnight. I think I'll take a shower then check on John again. The one on the couch, that is.

While in the shower, I picture John in his boxers and start imagining what I know to be under them. I wonder when the last time he was hard was. I'd like to make him hard and take full advantage of the situation, I think to myself. As I scold myself for letting my mind wander into the gutter, I reach down between my legs to wash myself, and am totally wet thinking of him again.

Maybe just this one time, or just for a few hours tonight? I think to myself. I'm trying to reason with myself and calm my libido down, but I just keep getting wetter despite trying to wash it all away. I have to at least go and see if he is awake.

I slip some PJ's on and check on him. He still has his headphones on, eyes closed, gentle handsome smile on his face. I approach, and kneel next to him on the couch on the floor. He's half awake, but looks so peaceful. I really like how more of his facial hair has grown back, and his hair is longer, since I last saw him in October.

I can't resist. I lay my head on his chest, and listen to his heartbeat. Instantly, I feel a hand stroking my hair. "Hey, El," John says, taking his headphones off, and I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back, first a peck, then more firmly.

"Come to my room with me for a bit, John. I promise, I won't seduce you unless you want me to," I grin, knowing I'm going to have trouble keeping that promise. He looks right into my eyes. "Only if you want to," I say in a more serious tone.

He's already off the couch, blanket off him, and wraps his arms around my waist. We kiss on the lips, then he follows me into the bedroom more than willingly. We lie down facing each other, reaching for one another in the dim light. "We have to be very quiet," I whisper to him, knowing Sophie is in the other room, though, granted, she is a great sleeper.

John nods, and our eyes meet again, then we suddenly are all over each other, kissing open-mouthed, grabbing each other's hair. John lays me on my back and begins to kiss my neck. I shudder. "Oh, John," I moan softly. "This time, I really don't care if you leave hickeys on my neck or anywhere else."

He softly chuckles. "Don't worry, Ellie, I'll still try not to leave any marks." He keeps his voice low. He then helps me lift my T-shirt off over my head, and I do the same for him. He starts kissing my neck then begins kissing down my sternum then over to my left breast.

I stifle a moan, but sigh hard, breathing heavily. I slide my PJ pants and panties off quickly, then reach to grab his big cock underneath his boxers. We kiss again as he removes his boxers. He moves up and I can feel his hard on right at my entrance. He puts my hand over my mouth to shut me up as I start to moan audibly, which is even more of a turn on. He turns his attention back toward my neck and shoulder with his lips, this time over toward my right breast, one hand over my mouth, the other sliding 2 fingers inside me. "Wow, you're so wet!" He whispers, then withdraws his fingers and slides them over my clit.

Before I can make another sound, he takes his hand off my mouth, and grabs his cock in his hand, then slides it inside of me. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. He sighs then does the same.

He begins pumping his cock in and out of me, filling me up, increasing his pace, both of us breathing heavier and heavier. He feels as incredibly good as he did the last time he was deep inside me. Suddenly, he pauses, then slows down, then stops. He has a serious look on his face.

"Ellie," he breathes out, looking straight at me, seeming worried. "What?" I ask him, very confused. I try to distract him by tightening my pussy muscles, giving his hard dick a hug from the inside. He shudders with pleasure but still doesn't move.

"Ellie, I'm sorry, I just don't want what happened before to happen to you again," he looks sad, and I can tell he's getting a bit softer. He starts to pull out of me, and my face falls with disappointment.

"John, that was a freak accident, don't worry about it!" I say softly, but begin to worry and second guess myself. He's probably right. I have to fix this. We don't need any more stress, and I don't want him to leave my bed. A good distraction is needed here.

I push John down on his back and grab his cock in my hand, moving it up and down. "I have an idea," I whisper. "I think you're really going to like it. Only thing is, you can't make a sound." Before he can protest, I take the panties lying on the bed that I just had on, and stuff them into his open mouth.

I hear a muffled moan from him as I stroke his cock up and down with my hand and grin at him. I hope he likes what I am about to do. I know I will really enjoy giving it to him.