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Of Crime and Passion.

simon le bon x john taylor (!1984)

SUMMARY: Simon was always in awe of John regardless of what he did, it all soon comes to light in the heat of the moment.

CW: sex, slight arguing, a bit emotional

It was getting later in the night, Roger & Andy were back at their rooms relaxing while Simon, John, & Nick were finishing up their brand-new, almost done album titled Arena.

"I think we've done pretty well, it's our fourth album and it's a live one!" Nick professed.

"I think I'm gonna follow the others and head to bed though, I didn't really sleep too well yesterday, you two need some rest too y'know, it's been a long week." Nick said, looking between the pair.

John and Simon nodded, flashing a smile at the light haired man, soon turning their focus back to the mixing board. The two rewound the tape, just cleaning up the sound a little bit.

"Y'know, I'm glad we got to make this album happen." John said as he turned the Simon, giving him a subtle smile.

Simon felt his face become flushed, he gave John a lighthearted laugh, followed by a nod, "I'm glad too, I think it'll turn out good." He said, reassuringly.

John focused on the isolated bassline before turning to Simon, "Hey, do you thi-" John spoke, shortly before getting cut off by Simon.

"The vocals don't sound weird do they? I wanted to clean up the guitar a bit, but I know that Andy would like to do that." Simon voiced, glancing up at the man across from him.

John sighed, he leaned his elbow on the table Infront of him, "No, they don't sound weird, you sound great, Simon, don't worry about it." John said in a miffed tone.

Simon grinned at him, John began to speak again, "But, do you think it'll be a hit? I just, don't want us to-" Simon cut off John, again.

"I think we could have the bassline cleaned up just a bit more, y'know, to pull it all together" Simon exclaimed, gesturing his hands to fit what he was saying.

John looked at Simon with a harrowed look, he furrowed his brows and cleared his throat.

"Simon, stop cutting me off."

Simon looked up at John, ever so slightly squinting his eyes. "What?" The blonde asked with a vexed twinge to his voice.

"You keep cutting me off, why do you have to be in control of everything as of recently? Why do you have to so intensely plan every single thing?" John snapped as he stood up, Simon snapped back, standing up as well.

"Where is any of this even coming from?? And what do you mean in control?" Simon called out, "All I want is for this band to be stable."

"Stable? I don't need your input, Simon, I'm capable of speaking for myself." John exclaimed, putting his hand on the table.

Simon sighed, "John, I'm scared of the band falling apart, I'm scared of all the tension getting worse, I'm scared of losing this." Simon called, stepping to the tall man Infront of him.

"Losing what? What, Simon? What exactly are you afraid of losing?" John belted with an underlying pitch of worry in his voice.

"I'm worried about losing our band, goddammit John, I'm worried about losing YOU, John, that's what I'm fucking worried about." Simon said, suddenly snapping at him, stepping closer to the man.

"How do you think I feel, Simon? I don't wanna lose this band, I don't wanna lose YOU, Simon, I don't wanna lose anything." John yelled out.

Simon's eyes widened, John was never really the yelling type, let alone the type to so openly express personal feelings.

"W..What?" Simon questioned, John's hand tensed on the face of the table, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Simon, I'm scared of losing you. I know the band isn't doing too well, I know everything seems strained but, Simon, I love you."

"I love you, and I'm fucking scared of anything bad happening between us, okay? I'm fucking scared of this band falling apart, I'm fucking scared of us falling apart." John's voice trembled, his hands shaking due to adrenaline.

Simon sat down in front of him, putting his hand over John's.

"I didn't think you felt like that, I thought it was the opposite. John, I love you." Simon admitted. He then spoke in the same breath,

"I love you, John, I always have, I even loved you in those thick-rimmed glasses, I always have, John."

His hand tightened around John's. John looked at the blonde, tracing his face with his eyes.

"You feel the same way..? Simon, I want this to work, I want us to work, even if the whole band necessarily doesn't."

Simon coaxed his thumb across the back of John's hand, as he tilted his head up at him. "It will work, regardless of if the band works out, we will." The blonde promised, giving him a reassuring smile. "Y'know, you're handsome too, John, you've always been attractive." Simon expressed. "I'm flattered, you really think that?" John laughed, a slight half smile creeping from the corners of his mouth.

"I do, I always thought you were fit, you're fucking gorgeous, John." A subtle grin spread across Simon's face, John looked down at Simon, laughing as he saw him.

"I've always thought you were fit too, Simon, god I never knew that anyone could be that good-looking." John admitted. "Oh, really?" Simon teased, narrowing his eyes at John. "Reeeeaallly." John replied, rolling his eyes at the blonde, followed by a teasing laugh. "You're a tease, John, you know that?" "How so?" John questioned, looking at the blonde.

Simon stood up, grabbing John by the collar of his jumper as he pressed him against the wall, passionately colliding his lips with his into a dirty kiss. John wove his fingers in the belt loops of Simon's jeans, tugging his hips towards him as Simon's tongue took full control of John's mouth, ousting out a low moan from John's throat.

Simon stuffed his hand down John's trousers, snapping the elastic of his briefs against his skin, urking a whimper from him. The two pulled their lips away;

"Simon..." John uttered in between his labored breaths, fidgeting hastily with Simon's belt buckle.

"I know baby, I know." Simon whispered as he helped John take his belt off, John hastily unbuttoned Simon's shirt, stripping it off of him as Simon stripped off John's trousers.

Simon palmed John's cock, causing him to let out a pornographic moan throughout the studio, throwing his head back in pleasure.

John unzipped Simon's jeans, immediately grabbing his dick and jerking him at an agonizing pace, teasing his thumb across the tip.

Simon groaned out John's name, pulling John closer as they pull eachother into a lust-filled kiss, John rocked his cock up against his, urking a sexual moan from both of them.

"Simon..I need you to fuck me, please." John begged, still rocking against the blonde.

Simon moaned, leaving deep, bruising marks along John's neck down to the top of his chest, grazing his teeth across the dip of his neck.

"John, I need you..please." Simon groaned out, grabbing at John's waist.

John nodded, "Please, please Simon, I can't take it." He whined, Simon then lifted him up against the wall, holding him up by his thighs.

"Is this okay?" Simon asked, panting to catch his breath.

"Simon, please, fuck me already, I need you to fuck me.", John groaned out, Simon's dick was already slick with precum, he thrusted his cock into John, causing a loud moan to ring throughout the room.

Profanities were cursed under each other's labored breaths, Simon's nails shallowly dug into John's thighs, slowly picking up the pace inside of him.

"Simon, faster..please" John begged, Simon rocked into the brunette, causing him to sling his arms around Simon's neck.

Sweat slicked throughout their torsos as his cock slammed into him, causing an array of pornographic sounds from the pair.

John looked up at Simon with lust blown eyes before hastily kissing him, intertwining their tongues together, moaning and panting into each other's mouths.

Simon's thrusts became less consistent, while John's moans became more breathy, John leaned into Simon, clawing at his shoulders as he wrapped his legs around the blonde's hips.

"John..I'm close" Simon breathed out, his thrusts getting harder as John nodded, "I..I'm close too, Simon, cum in me, please" The brunette cried out, Simon's cock slammed into him right before cumming, John reached his climax almost immediately after Simon, his cum slicking his stomach.

The two took a minute to catch their breaths before John stood up, the pair embraced each other into a passionate, loving kiss.

"You think we should clean up?" Simon asked

John smiled at him, "We probably should, y'know, I'm still shocked you feel the same."

The two laughed as Simon grabbed a paper towel, sharing lighthearted kisses planted across each other's faces.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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