Chapter Text
The Last Night
I know, I swear
If you leave a light on
If you leave a light on for me
I’ll come back
You can leave a light on for me
1997
The sun was setting behind the palm trees, illuminating the sky and sea, which were now blood red. The air was hot and heavy, drowning everyone in the impossible heat that evaporated from the concrete. In a house near the beach a man was standing at the big sliding doors that led to his patio, looking out at the landscape before him. His brow was furrowed. He was thinking.
Behind him another man appeared and touched his shoulder lightly, before kissing his cheek and pulling him inside the room.
“I wish you’d just relax,” said Simon Le Bon.
“Sorry. It’s just that I have something on my mind,” replied John Taylor.
The two members of Duran Duran, as was known to the general public, were best friends, but what the public did not know was that they were also longtime lovers.
“Tell me about it. Please,” the singer said, kissing John on the lips and pushing him on the mattress.
John shook his head against Simon’s lips. “It’s something I have to work out on my own.”
Backing away for a second Simon sighed and said: “As you wish. But you have to let me take your mind of things for a while,” and resumed trailing kisses along John’s jaw and collar bone.
John tried to resist for a minute. The decision he had to make was a really difficult one and might change his life. But Simon was relentless in his assault so he eventually gave in with a blissful sigh.
Taking initiative he sat up and wove his hands through Simon’s short brown hair making his lover whimper.
As their tongues battled for dominance John began unbuttoning Simon’s shirt.
“You have too many darn buttons,” he growled against Simon’s lips and gripped the shirt with both hands and tore it apart. The buttons scattered across the room hitting the floor and walls with a loud thud. The ripped shirt followed their path soon after.
“Jesus fuck Johnny! That was a brand new shirt!” Simon yelled out.
“I’ll buy you a new one! Or ten. Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck you!” John’s voice was menacing and low, filled with lust. How his mood had changed from just a few minutes ago.
He flipped Simon over and pushed him to lie on the bed. The singer’s jeans hit the floor almost as fast as his shirt had.
“No underwear?” John raised an eyebrow.
“Ah you know me always prepared,” laughed Simon, but his laugh was cut short when John touched his straining cock.
He gave him a few sharp strokes, before pulling back and divesting himself of his clothes. He didn’t care where they landed or if his shirt got crumpled like he usually did. This may be the last time he could do this with Simon and he would damn well make the most of it.
Simon watched as his lover crawled on top of him in a slow, predatory like manner, his eyes alight and full of an emotion he had seen there so many times and yet today it was different. It was as if he was saying goodbye.
“It can’t be it. I must be imagining things,”Simon thought.
John nuzzled Simon’s cheek and moved his hands along the plane of Simon’s chest, stopping to pay special attention to his nipples.
“I love you,” he whispered against his lips before kissing him slowly.
Simon knew something was different. John had never said those words like that. Not with such desperation, with such utter feeling behind them.
“I love you,” he echoed gripping John’s face in his hands and increasing the fervor of the kiss.
They kissed like that for some time, languidly touching each other’s bodies, building to the point where they could take it no more.
Reaching blindly for the nightstand beside the bed John picked up the small bottle and poured some cold liquid on his fingers.
“No condom tonight. I want to feel you. All of you,” he whispered in the other man’s ear, before starting to prep him.
Simon let out a strangled cry, partly from John’s words and partly from the feeling of his fingers inside him.
Soon enough John deemed Simon ready. Coating his cock with the rest of the lube, he pushed slowly inside of him, mindful of Simon’s reactions. When he was all the way in he paused.
After a few moments moans started to leave Simon’s lips and John took that as a sign to move. He started thrusting slowly, taking his time, making it last.
Simon felt as never before. They weren’t just fucking, they were making love and John was giving him all of himself, baring his soul down to him without even saying a word.
“I want you to remember that no matter what happens I will always come back to you. I promise you,” John exclaimed, his voice barely a whisper and yet still echoing in the room. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Not knowing what had prompted this statement and completely bewildered by it Simon just held John close to him, not knowing what to say, conveying his feelings with his touches and looks.
Not long after both of them reached their climax, shouting out into the dark LA night and falling exhausted on the bed.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon nestled in the crook of John’s neck, and his hands gripping him like something might take him away. Little did he know of what lay ahead.