I can't believe I never posted this here *lol* I like it so much.


Title: 'Appeal', in the lack of a better title, really.
Fandom: The Who
Word Count: 2,166
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: No beta this time kids. You have to live through my horrible grammar mistakes *lol*
Summary and Warnings: Pete is trying to figure out why the band isn't popular among woman and shares his discovery with John. John isn't impressed. Some more graphical stuff, from the time I had the courage to write these *lol*



“I found out!” Pete shouted, hitting his fist on the table, what incredibly didn’t startle John, that was sitting at the other side of it. He just kept on drinking his glass of wine and looked at Pete behind it, waiting to see what else Pete had to say.

“That’s it! This explains everything!” Pete sounded excited and sort of frustrated at the same time.

“What is it all about?” John finally asked, seeing that Pete really wouldn’t go and just say what was going on inside his mind.

“Have you ever realized that most of our fans are men?”

“Yes. And?”

“And now I finally figured out why this happens.”

“Can you tell me then?”

“It’s because we aren’t appealing enough. We aren’t lustful. Not in the vulgar way of it. It’s just, there’s nothing on us to really attract some female attention you see?” Pete gesticulated from one side to the other, while John kept on listening, without much emotion, still drinking his wine.

“We need to look better. Be like, I don’t know… Who’s lustful nowadays?” Pete asked like asking to a third person on the room, ignoring John’s presence totally. He was too absorbed into his conclusions and deductions that everything seemed futile for him at that moment.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. We need to be original. Do something that nobody tried before! Something appealing! Really appealing!” Pete was now getting all excited, rising from his chair and walking to one side to the other of the kitchen. John still silently drinking and without much reaction. It wasn’t his way to get really worked up over something.

While Pete was mumbling things to himself, John peered inside his glass. It was empty. He sighed and raised from his chair, walking out of the kitchen, what finally caught Pete’s attention.

“Where are you going?” Pete asked from inside the kitchen, but didn’t get any answer. He then walked out of it, and didn’t see John anywhere.

Pete started to get a little bit worried. Where did was John? He just disappeared inside that big house of his and it was going to be a pain for Pete to find him. He wasn’t familiar with that house yet.

“John? Where are you? Are you still here in the house?” Pete kept on talking while walking through the corridors and looking inside the rooms, trying in vain to look for John.

He then decided to give a try upstairs. He walked by a corridor and, on the last door, that leaded to John’s bedroom, he found the bassist there, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. Pete stood next to the door, quite puzzled.

“What are you doing here? Why you just didn’t say that you were coming here?” Pete asked in a scolding tone. He hated when people left while he was talking, even though he wasn’t talking directly to John.

John didn’t answer any of the questions and Pete started to get even more confused by John’s attitudes. He got inside the bedroom and leant on the wall next to the door.

“So, are you telling me what’s going on?” Pete still wanted to discover what was going on. He also hated when people didn’t answer his questions.

“What you were saying back there in the kitchen…” John finally said, what made Pete’s interest grow “I was thinking…”

Then, silence again. It was starting to get really frustrating for Pete. He wanted an answer and he wanted it quick. He then walked to the bed and sat by John’s side, also looking at the floor. Maybe it had something to do with the whole situation.

“You said we should be more appealing, right?” John said looking at Pete. “You said that if we were more like this, women would lust after us, right?”

“Well, yes,” Pete kept on looking at the floor, still unsure if he should look directly at John.

“I wanted to know,” John said, looking at the bedroom door. Pete then started to wait for the rest of the sentence, still unsure of what would come next “I wanted to know what would you think if I did something like…”

All of sudden, Pete got pinned down to the mattress, with John kissing him. His mind zapped a thousand thoughts before he could assimilate what was going on. His mind was unwilling, but his body seemed pretty cooperative, for some reason.

While trying to futilely bring his body back to his control, the kiss had already ended and John was now staring back at him, and Pete could see his own eyes reflected on John’s gray-colored ones. He was feeling strangely captivated by that look and he tried as much as he could to analyze John’s eyes to defy what was really going on, while he was lying there, with John on top of him, for long four minutes, with none of them moving an inch.

“So, what do you think?” John asked after all the silence, breaking Pete’s thoughts to pieces.

Pete couldn’t answer. He wasn’t ready for that question. In fact, he wasn’t ready for anything in that particular moment. All the gazing inside John’s eyes sort of took him to another dimension. Now, his mind was really far to have any control over his body.

Somehow, John could detect the weakness of Pete’s mind behind his blue eyes and took advantage of the situation, unlocking his eyes from Pete’s and approaching his lips to the guitarist’s neck, with a soft kiss and then tasting the skin right after.

Still, no control over the body. Pete bit his lower lip to keep any word or sound inside. That was all he could do. He couldn’t just accept his body was acting by its own free will and then let John take over him completely. It wasn’t going to happen, not that time, not ever.

Although, when Pete detected that he was having his shirt unbuttoned and that his hands weren’t doing a thing to stop it, he wasn’t so sure if he was going to be able to prevent what was coming his way.

After finishing with the buttons, John took off the jacket he was wearing and just put it on the floor by the side of the bed. Pete wanted to move anything he could – head, arms, legs – but seemed like he wasn’t being able to do anything, but watch everything happen around him without any reaction. Why his body wasn’t responding to his mind was still intriguing him quite much, and was also bothering him quite a lot.

When John took off the black t-shirt he was wearing, Pete then finally got aware of a fact he had already disregarded about John: he was a quite big man. Large shoulder blade, big torso, stout arms. All the quiet attitude that he had made Pete forget totally about how John was physically. He was quite an imposing man.

Still a little bit dazed by his new discovery, Pete didn’t realize much that John’s lips were now back to his neck, and just acknowledged the fact when he felt him biting it softly, while the bassist’s hands were working on his belt to unbuckle it.

John pulled the belt and put it away like the jacket and the t-shirt. Now, having a taste of Pete’s chest skin, he was working his way on opening Pete’s flies.

Still not very unwilling to give up on trying to control the free-will of his body, Pete kept on doing the only thing that he was still able to, that was biting his lower lip. No word or sound could come out of it, or he would be proclaiming that now his body was totally taken and Pete couldn’t accept that.

Or, at least, that was the plan he was developing inside his mind, but the more intimate John’s actions were getting, the hardest was being to keep everything stuck on his throat.

To Pete’s relief – or not – John’s lips passed from his chest back to his lips, kissing him once again, now deeper than before. Pete felt relieved, so then nothing would come out of his mouth, but he also felt frustrated about not doing anything to stop all of that.

His body didn’t react even when his ears detected the soft sound of John unbuckling his own belt. Inside his mind, he was in panic, but his body seemed in peace, and now even more willing to cooperate, responding to the kiss quite promptly.

When John’s hand went lower on his body, Pete could feel the nerves of his entire body tingle under his touch. Pete asked himself why John needed to have this power over him. The power to cut the connection between his mind and body to the point where he could do whatever he wanted to him.

Tension started to rise under Pete’s underpants fabric, all due to John’s touch. Pete closed his eyes, pressing the teeth even stronger to his lip, making it almost bleed. He couldn’t let anything escape, even though that now it didn’t matter much. Just his mind was really willing to fight against everything that was happening.

He could punch, kick, do anything to stop it all, but he wasn’t doing anything. And now he was even responding to John’s actions, feeling the nervousness and the arousal taking over his whole body.

Suddenly, he just couldn’t hold things back on his throat and a loud moan escaped his lips, what made him quickly bite his lip back again. The touching was getting more intense and the words and sounds were now coming stronger. His breathing had considerably changed too, changing from the soft, slow rhythm to an interrupted, suffocating one.

His fingers were now deeply buried on the mattress under him, while John kept on kissing and licking him around the neck and chest, removing the only remaining part of clothing from Pete, aside the shirt that was now just covering his shoulders and arms.

The intensity of the touches grew and now the words and sounds were just one inch from escaping Pete’s mouth. Now he could even taste a salty flavor inside his mouth – the blood from his lip. When he realized that was wounding himself, the pain from the wound on his lip got to his brain and his lips opened, just to let another load moan escape.

And, after that second moan, Pete’s mind realized that there was no use to fight anymore. His defeat was close, and that was because his body didn’t react the way he wanted. Didn’t follow the instructions his mind was giving to it.

Too concentrated on his thought to follow what was happening around him, because now he was more interested to know on how to connect his mind back again to his body, Pete didn’t care about the moans and groans escaping his lips. All that mattered now was gaining control of his body once again.

Suddenly, he felt his knees being bent, but he didn’t tell them to do it. He opened his eyes just to find John now totally controlling his body with his own hands, moving it to the position he wanted it to be. Pete started to look for a connection between his mind and body madly, even though he knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it on time to stop the events that were soon to happen.

He felt the expected pain take over his body and couldn’t do anything to stop the loud scream that followed it, with his fingers almost ripping parts of the mattress with the strength of his grip.

As the pain dismissed to give room for the pleasure, Pete’s mind was now betraying him as his body. The mind was getting connected to the body, but not the way he wanted. It was getting connected to the body and was accepting something that until now, it was denying.

The rhythm got more intense and stronger, bringing the mind closer to the body, and now, the sensations seemed even more clear to Pete, what disturbed him even more. A little part of his mind still didn’t want to accept it at all.

When Pete finally reached the climax of it all, he screamed in pleasure and frustration. All that happened those last minutes was partially his fault, since he didn’t do anything to stop it.

By the end of it all, Pete was still lying on the bed, with his breathing in disorder and fingers still lightly gripped to the mattress. John was laid by his side, his breathing a little bit more controlled than Pete’s and with his hands behind his head. He then looked to the side, to face Pete and then asked: “So, what were you talking about being more appealing?”

“Look…” Pete said, being interrupted constantly by his breathing “I don’t wanna bring up… Bring up this subject never more… Never…”