FAGEtastic Four

Title: Maggie's Pub

Written for: Malice Slashlover

Written By: addicted-to-romione-bedward

Rating: M

Pairing: James/Jasper

Summary/Prompt used: A couple are both punks in London in the late 1970's

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Jasper POV

"Where are we going tonight?" I asked Jimmy. It was Friday night so that meant fun. Always.

"Maggie's Pub!" he called out from somewhere in the flat.

"Who's singing?"

James appeared in the doorway of our bedroom, leaning against the door frame. "Many bands, but whatever I tell you, you'll hear only one," he said amused.

"For real?" I shouted, excited. "Sex Pistols?" When he nodded, I jumped into his arms.

"It's going to be a blast!" James said with a wink. "Get dressed. The first band is The Jam. They're relatively new."

I rolled my eyes. He just loved all the new idiots that appeared like flowers after the rain. It was so seldom that one of those new bands actually broke through that newbie shell.

I shrugged into my cut jeans and the leather jacket Jimmy got me for my birthday then slipped into my trusty Chucks.

"Ready to go?" I asked, going after James in the bathroom.

The fucker started without me. He was snorting coke. Once he was done, he wiped his nose and turned to me, grinning. "Want some?"

"Do you have to ask?" I pushed him away and finished the lines he had for himself.

We walked to Maggie's Pub, which was some hole in the wall kind of pub, but had the best bands playing. The place was packed when we arrived.

Holding my hand, James made his way through the crowd and we reached the bar, ordering ale. Maggie said she'd make sure I'd get only two because after that I'd wreck the place. Not true.

The last time, it had been the other gang's fault. They started the row.

We were up in the front and James was bobbing his head to the song these The Jam boys sang. It was good, surprisingly. In The City was actually great.

Once this band was done, The Vibrators came on and I finally started feeling the beat and the coke was making me lightheaded. Just like I wanted.

Ah, how I loved the mood in those pubs. Everyone started singing with the band, me included.

Baby baby baby,
Baby baby baby,
Baby baby baby,
Won't you be my girl.

James elbowed me in the ribs and I stuck my tongue out at him. Then I started jumping when they started singing Dance to the Music. The crowd started pushing us from behind.

That was one thing I truly hated, so I shoved back. In no time, everyone was shouting, yelling and in the back I could see a fight going.

Next on the stage came The Buzzcocks. Got to love the name, huh?

They sang our song so Jimmy didn't waste much time before shoving his tongue down my throat.

You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And it hurts
And if I start a commotion
I run the risk of losing you
And that's worse

Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with

That was my story. I'd been such a good boy up until almost a year ago when the wrong person messed with me. I repaid them and that had me expelled from school. On my way home, I literally bumped into Jimmy who was playing football with some blokes.

At first, he tried to fight me for knocking into him. Then, being wired up from the row at school, I kicked him back. He was surprised that some lanky boy like me could kick so hard so he offered me a smoke. Then he sucked my cock behind an abandoned building and I never looked back. I didn't even go home, just wrote a note and slipped it under the front door that I couldn't live with their uptight arses anymore.

James grinned into our kiss, knowing where the thoughts carried me.

"Did I thank you?" I wondered, kissing down his neck.

"You can thank me again. I won't say no," he said cockily. "Right here. Right now."

It wasn't like I cared. We'd done it before, countless times, and it wasn't like we were the only ones doing this. Couples used such concerts to fuck in dark corners or get a blow job in the bathroom.

As if on cue, as I opened Jimmy's pants the band started playing Orgasm Addict. Got to love them.

Well, you tried it just for once found it all right for kicks

But now you found out that it's a habit that sticks

And you're an orgasm addict, you're an orgasm addict

Sneaking in the back door with dirty magazines

Now your mother wants to know what all those stains on your jeans

And you're an orgasm addict, you're an orgasm addict

Uh huh, uh huh, uh uh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh uh

I dropped to my knees and took his whole cock in my mouth, feeling the tip slip down my throat. I moaned, hugging him around the waist as I started bobbing my head. Jimmy's hands grabbed my hair and he started fucking my mouth.

You get in a heat, you get in a sulk

But you still keep a beating your meat to pulp

And you're an orgasm addict, you're an orgasm addict

You're a kid Casanova, you're a no-josep

It's a labor of love fucking yourself to death

Orgasm addict, you're an orgasm addict

Uh huh, uh huh, uh uh uh

I slipped my hands inside his trousers and squeezed his ass. As much as James liked to fuck me, he loved when I played with his ass. The song made me more frenzied.

"Turn around!" he shouted over the loud music.

I looked up at him, surprised. We never fucked in front of a crowd, but I was too far gone to actually care. The police could take us in.

Complying quickly, I turned my ass to him with my jeans lowered and my hands on my knees.

You're makin' out with school kids

Winos and heads of state, you even made it with the lady

Who puts the little plastic bobbins on the Christmas cakes

Butchers' assistants and bellhops

You've had them all here and there

Children of God and their joy strings

International women with no body hair

Ooh, so where they're askin' in an alley

And your voice ain't steady

Your sex mechanic's rough, you're more than ready

You're an orgasm addict, you're an orgasm addict

Johnny want fuckie always and all ways

He's got the energy, he will remain

He's an orgasm addict, he's an orgasm addict

He's always at it, he's always at it

And he's an orgasm addict

He's an orgasm addict

Having just been together not an hour before we left, I was stretched so Jimmy just dived into me.

"FUCK!" I shouted. It always felt amazing, better than the last time.

"Jasper, be quiet, you slut!" he yelled.

With the corner of my eye, I could see people were staring at us. I didn't give a shit. I kept moaning and meeting his thrusts. It was over quickly, but it always was when we were high.

We went to the loo just as Sham 69 started playing If the Kids are United. Before we returned, I rolled us a smoke.

Thankfully, we found our spot easily and as the night wore on, we had the pleasant surprise to see T-Rex live. I never thought I'd live to see them. Amazing guys.

Children of the Revolution, Twenty Century Boy…I was in heaven. James laughed at me, but he didn't understand. He didn't like them.

As the middle of the night approached I grew hyper and the ale combined with the smoke helped, keeping me jumping and singing loudly with every band. Roxy Music, Slade, The Clash and finally, finally Sex Pistols.

Once The Clash was done, I downed the last of my ale and smashed the bottle to the floor.

The hysteria rose in the air when Sid appeared on the stage. Everyone started yelling different songs, prompting him to sing.

Anarchy in the UK started and I shouted along with everyone. Even Jimmy was corrupted into singing, because, honestly, you couldn't hear this and not want to sing along. They even sang the new single, God Save the Queen. I absolutely loved it.

God save the Queen
the fascist regime,
they made you a moron
a potential H-bomb.

God save the Queen
she ain't no human being.
There is no future
in England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need.
There's no future
there's no future
there's no future for you




When there's no future
how can there be sin
we're the flowers
in the dustbin
we're the poison
in your human machine
we're the future
you're future

God save the Queen
we mean it man
we love our queen
God saves

God save the Queen
we mean it man
there is no future
in England's dreaming

No future
no future for you
no future for me

I could find myself in this. I knew there was no future for me if I chose to leave Jimmy's side. My parents wouldn't allow me back home, and I didn't even want to go back to their posh house.

I loved the streets.

I loved to fight.

I no longer cowered when someone punched me. I punched back. Hard.

Just to show how much I loved Sid, he started singing about schools being prisons. Truer words had never been spoken.

They took the best years of my life
And made it so I couldn't decide
I don't turn this want
To make beautiful word that goes on and on
And on and on
Those 13 years in prison
Didn't teach me how to love
They say they have their reasons
All coming from above
You can forget the seasons inside your factory
There's one thing they can't teach you is how to feel free
And stand alone in a beautiful world
We have to respond...
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons

Perfect. This was my life now.

I didn't care about anything and it was amazing.

James is my best friend, my partner and a real punk. He always says I have it in me to be bad and when we get in a fight, I feel like I'm flying. That's when I'm letting go of all my sad thoughts.

Being bad is amazing.

I hope everyone enjoyed it, especially, you, Malice. :)