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so-much-for-stardust6 · 7 months ago

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Best Friends or Lovers?- John Frusciante

summary: you’ve had feelings for your best friend for a while, but attending one of his shows deepened them. what happens when you finally confess backstage?

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i wrote this at like 2am and reread it for mistakes around 3:30am so pls bare with me if there’s spelling mistake 😭

i watched my best friend on stage, looking like he’s cumming as he plays his guitar. least to say, i was mesmerized. his beauty was captured in the perfect way by many things. his sweat slicked hair stuck to his face, the straps to his overalls slightly falling off his toned shoulders and the bright stage lights complemented him perfectly. the way he parted his mouth and furrowed his brows had me feeling some way. well, it powered the way i was feeling towards him even more. i felt like every other fan girl of his, thirsting over the way he expresses himself while playing, but i honestly couldn’t blame them.

i knew the band was reaching towards the end of their show, all of them covered in sweat. i mentally cursed myself at the feeling deep down in my stomach, guilty of how i feel about my best friend. i wished to go to the bathroom and freshen up but being right up front prevented me from doing so. after two more songs they finally ended their show, thanking everyone for attending. i stood in the same spot for a bit, waiting for the place to empty out before heading backstage.

i reach in my pocket for some pass i was given to flash to security so no hassle would happen over me trying to “trespass”. the blank white walls was all i saw as i made my way to his dressing room, carefully reading the signs so i wouldn’t walk in on anyone else. i scan the handwritten sign taped to the white door in front of my eyes.

‘john frusciante’

i quietly knock on the door, stomach doing flips as i picture his sweaty self opening the door. and that’s exactly what i saw. he grinned brightly at my presence, his strong chest slicked with sweat.

“i thought you’d get lost.” he joked, walking back towards the couch in his room.

“i honestly thought i was for a sec.” i laugh back, walking in and closing the door behind me.

“how’d you enjoy it?” he wiped the sweat off his neck with a hand towel.

“eh, it was okay.” i lie.

“staring at anthony too long kinda ruined it, huh?” he joked.

the joke caught me off guard as i let out a laugh.

“you read my mind, they should have you in the front.” i suggest, sitting down next to him.

“nah, seeing my beauty is a privilege.”

i nod in agreement, so lucky to be close with him.

“i saw you kinda spaced out towards the end, anything to share?”

“huh? oh, nah nothing to report. just thought some…thoughts.”

“oooo, who’s the lucky guy?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“what? what makes you think it was like that?” my nerves began slowly rising.

“that pause you did indicates it was about a guy. since i’m your best friend i’m obligated to know who’s on your mind.”

“no way, i’m not saying.” i awkwardly chuckle, hoping he’d leave it alone.

but knowing john, he won’t. and that’s exactly what he did.

“oh come onnnn, pleaseeee.” he began leaning on me.

i try to shove him off but he put his dead weight on me, head sliding down to eventually rest in my lap.

“please?” he pouts and attempts puppy dog eyes.

“no.”

“why not? i tell you stuff like that.”

“against my will.” i lightly laugh, trying to distract him.

“is it one of my band mates? please don’t tell me it’s anthony.” he quickly sits up at the thought of me thinking about anthony like that.

“what? no, it’s not your band mates.” i immediately shake my head.

“describe him then.”

“i literally hate you.”

“i think you absolutely love me.” he cheekily smiles.

he gives me a pressuring puppy dog eye look that works this time. i sigh in defeat, guessing that it’s better to tell him now rather than having me awkwardly bring it up later on.

“he has this gorgeous facial bone structure. his hair is an absolutely beautiful color, complimenting him wonderfully. his body is sculpted in a way you’d never think would be possible. i hate when his eyes look at me, they’re breathtaking and they make me feel like i’m on fire. his touch is so delicate when he doesn’t mean to be. his fingers are a blessing, crafted to move in an articulate way to match the way he does what he does for a living. the way his mind works is crazy to me, his words like addicting honey that stick me to him forever. i hate thinking of him like this but it’s hard not to.” i spit out.

the entire time i stared at the floor, fingers playing with one another. i’m self conscious of his eyes on me, no emotion on his face as he dissects my words in his brain. as each silent second goes by, i panic even more. i immediately start cursing myself out mentally, why did i say that shit? i open my mouth to apologize but he cut me off.

“what a lucky man..” his eyes dug into mine.

“d-do you not know who i’m talking about?”

i’m well aware i never mentioned him directly but i thought he’d somehow get it.

“no? should i know?” he furrows his eyebrows.

i mutter a soft ‘fuck’ and i put my face into my hands.

“but what i know is that i’m a very lucky man.”

“you suck.” i roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“is that how you really feel about me? please be honest.”

“everything i said was as honest as i can be, johnny. i’ve been feeling like this for a while but i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you.” i lift my head up to look at him.

more silence filled the room as i wait for his answer. before i could even react, he practically lunges towards me. his big hands grabbing my face to hold it as his lips met mine. my eyes widen in complete shock, is he really kissing me?

it took me a bit to realize what was happening for me start kissing back. my eyes slowly close as made out. my hands slowly snaked their way to his head, one pressing against the back of his neck and the other on his cheek. he slowly started to guide me to lay down, holding himself up with his arm. i imagined how it would feel to kiss john but i never knew it’d feel so blissful. my entire body buzzed with adrenaline, heart rate probably being a crazy number. his lips were so soft and plump, moving perfectly with mine. i go to run my fingers through his brown hair, tugging at it slightly.

“fuck.” he muttered against my lips.

before anymore kissing could happen, he pulled away. his lips even more plump and red from kissing, quick pants escaping from them.

“do you want to do this? i-i didn’t want to force you to do this, i’m sorry.” a worried look prominent on his face.

“of course i do. i want this. i want you.”

he quietly groaned out at my words, not wasting any time to kiss me again. i go to touch his torso, my fingers dance against his hot skin. feeling him like this, so intimately, just provoked that feeling in my stomach even more. my brain couldn’t form any words for me to say so i just whine into our kiss.

“you trying to ask for something? use your words.” he breathes out.

“please…now..” i hate how i’m already wrapped around his finger but let’s be honest, i’ve always been.

“you want me now? can’t wait even a few minutes. so needy..” he trails his kisses down my neck.

he stays there, marking me to show every guy that i’m taken. i think? i was too caught up in my thoughts that i didn’t notice he began taking off my shirt. the fabric trailing over my face snapped me back into reality. my odd choice of a raunchy bra for today paid off, his eyes focused mainly on my chest. the feeling of his hands groping my boobs caused my heart to beat faster, which i don’t think is even possible at the rate it’s at.

he messaged my boobs as he went back to biting, sucking and kissing my neck. i moaned out, back arching which made me feel his boner poking my thigh. i subconsciously began rubbing against his overall jeans, attempting to pleasure him. he lets out a throaty moan, his grip on my boobs hardening. he pulled away from my chest and stood up. i watched as he unclipped his overalls, letting them fall to his ankles to reveal his white boxers. a very visible white spot was the first thing i noticed on the boxers.

“are you able to take off your clothes? or is the adrenaline stopping you?” it was like he knew exactly how i was feeling.

i shook my head before reaching back to unclip my bra. i sat up and let it fall to my lap, grabbing it to throw it on top my previously discarded shirt. john’s hand tried to sneakily grope himself through his boxers at the sight of my bare chest but i notice quickly. i bit my lip knowing that he’s hard because of me. i go to unbutton my jeans, shimmying them down my legs.

“god, like i said, i’m such a lucky man.” he eyes me.

at the same time, we both pulled the last pieces of clothing off and threw them on the floor. john climbed back on top of me, his lips back on mine. completely naked, bare skin touching as we made out was definitely not how i imagined this night to end. my fingers ended up in his hair again, tugging harder than before. he very obviously loved when i did since he’d moan every time.

“you ready?” he rested his forehead on mine.

“have been.”

he grabbed his dick, aligning it perfectly with me. one last kiss to my lips is what he did before slowly sliding inside me. a long, low moan escapes his mouth as he felt me. i moan out at the stretching he was doing, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“faster, please john..” i beg.

he needed no more words from me as he started to thrust. at first he carefully thrusted, watching me to see if i’d get hurt but after noticing that i’m fine he went faster. the couch creaked and moved with every thrust, probably scratching the floor.

i gripped his body, hands roaming all over place not knowing where to stay. at one point i pushed his head back to me and connected our lips. our tongues fought for dominance, exploring one another’s mouth. one of his arms held him up as he thrusted harder, the other playing with my boob. everything felt so right, like this was meant to be. i wished i confessed to him earlier, imagining how it would’ve felt to be so close to him like this sooner.

we’re both well aware how loud we’re being, not a single care in the world crossed our minds. john wanted everyone to hear us, to know that no one else is making me feel as good as he his. for everyone to know that he’s so hooked to me and only me. little to my knowledge, john’s always loved me. also not wanting to ruin our relationship, he kept quiet about his feelings and desires. but today he got quite lucky at my sudden confession. he grabbed onto the cushion tightly as the feeling in his abdomen began tightening.

“fuck i’m close, baby.” he moaned.

i whine out at the pet name. he abandoned my boob and moved his hand down to my clit, rubbing it to fasten my orgasm. i gasp out in pleasure, damn near pornographic moans spewing out my mouth.

his “trick” worked as i felt the coil in my stomach tighten. i only hum out to signal him that i was close. he understood and went harder and deeper. i tighten around him, which caused him to cum quickly. he spat out ‘fuck’s as he came, hips stuttering as he tried to keep going to get me to cum. his eyes squeezed shut at his sore dick still thrusting inside me, pushing his cum deeper inside. that definitely was not intentional. seeing john in such a state made me reach my peak, moaning out his name over and over as i came all over his cock. the feeling of me cumming all over him caused him to cum once more. he slowed down his thrusts before coming to a stop, collapsing onto my chest from exhaustion.

i lay there to catch my breath, his hot breath fanning over my collarbone. i reach to kiss the top of his head, even going to stroke his hair.

“you did so good.” i whisper in his ear, kissing it afterwards.

“i love you.” he hugged me tightly.

“i love you too, johnny.” a huge smile forming on my face.

“can we go home? i’m tired.” he mumbled.

“alright, get up and i’ll help you get dressed.”

he sluggishly pulled himself out of me and sit up on the couch.

“you should be doing this.” i joke at the fact that i’m taking care of him after.

he starts to get up but i was quick to push him back down.

“i’m kidding.”

i wobbly stand up and grab the hand towel he used earlier. the ticklish feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of me made me grimace, and also reminded me to get a plan b. i clean myself off first then moved over to him. he hissed at the contact but got over it quick. i put my undergarments on before i grabbed his boxers, lifting them up his legs.

“you need to work with me here, john. sit up please.”

he lifted his hips up and sat back down once the boxers were on. i pull him up and off the couch so i could put the overalls back on, even going far to clip them back on.

“can i help you? it’s the least i could do.” he grabbed my shirt.

“go ahead.”

after helping me with my clothes, we both made ourselves look decent.

“so, what are we?” i heard him ask.

“best friends?” i nervously say.

i wasn’t too sure on how he felt about me, even though we just fucked. and he also said he loves me but i need more confirmation.

“what about lovers? i like that better.”

“are you asking what i think you’re asking?”

“yes ma’am. y/n, would you wanna be my girlfriend? i love you more than anything in the world and i’d be the happiest man on earth.”

“even more than guitars?”

“what?”

“you love me more than guitars?” i smirk, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“hmm, you should know better than to ask that.” he jokes.

“oh fuck you.” i laugh and push him away.

“i’m kidding, obviously more than guitars.”

“i believe you. but let’s get going cause now i’m getting tired.” he laughs at my words.

he grabs his guitar case and other belongings before walking up to the door. i held it open for him, following behind him. he snaked his arm around my waist as we walk back to my car.

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