I'm here to restore faith in humanity and rule 34 by writing Joey Ramone X Johnny Ramone slash and releasing onto the internet. Have fun.
Johnny didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Joey who had just walked into the hotel room. He didn't have to raise his head from the pillow to hear that particular sound Joey's step had when he came to Johnny after shows and occasionally the night before.
Only after Joey had climbed on top of Johnny's hips and leaned over him, hands on either side of Johnny's head, that Johnny opened his eyes. He'd tug Joey closer to him, usually by his hair, only to close his eyes again and kiss him, heated and sloppy like all their kisses were. When Joey broke away for a breath of air Johnny would reach and start fumbling with Joey's belt buckles, at least until Joey leaned down, hold his hair back in one hand and pressing his lips to Johnny's neck.
Johnny ground his pelvis against Joey's hips, seeking out the heat that always radiated from Joey's skin, noticed most by Johnny in the moments when Joey's fingertips where traveling across Johnny in hurried, quick bursts to avoid attention from the press and their band mates. Joey pulled back again, moving off Johnny's hips so he could tug down Johnny's pants and slid his mouth over him. Johnny's breath caught in his throat, then was released as a soft groan, his eyes locking onto Joey's, which stared at him over the metal rims of the sunglasses he never took off. After so many shows and so much teenage experience, although not necessary on this end of things before, Joey had become very good at blow jobs. It was almost a pity that Johnny was the only one who would ever know.
Joey sat back on his knees, undoing the belt buckles and other obstructions, kicking off his shoes and then tugging off his jeans. Joey reached out his hand to Johnny, who handed him the small, unremarkable bottle that Johnny had left on the table as a suggestion of sorts to Joey. The liquid inside was thin, spilling over Joey's hands messily as he struggled with removing the cap. When all of his fingers and the majority of his hands seemed reasonably coated, he wrapped one hand around Johnny's dick, slowly pumping up and down as to coat it with the lubricant. He quickly pressed two fingers into himself with the other hand, a small grunt escaping his throat when he added the third. Joey pulled them out and locked eyes with Johnny again, smiling faintly as he positioned Johnny against him and thrust his hips forward forcefully.
Johnny groaned, grinding up at Joey again, one hand tight on his hip in the same pattern as the bruises left before. Joey was leaning forward once more, hands outlining Johnny's head like before, dark hair tumbling down his shoulders, Johnny's other hand tangling in it as they kissed, sloppy and heated as always.
"Johnny," Joey whispered, needy and demanding at the same time. Johnny flipped their positions, pulling out of Joey and moving down to deep throat Joey, who yelped, hands flying to grip Johnny's hair almost painfully as he ground against Johnny's mouth.
Their orgasms were uneven but matched, and the silence that followed was broken only by ragged breathing.