Tempting Faye - Prologue

July 7th 1992

‘You shouldn’t have cut him Wattsy…!' Steve’s disapproving comment played over in John’s mind as he slipped quietly back into his parents house, sneaking into the kitchen to wash the blood off his hands; the blood of a thieving smack-head. He had no qualms or regrets over his recent actions. In fact, his adrenalin was ultra-high, and John felt virtuous about sticking the knife in Darren. Though John would never admit his own buzz was chemically enhanced; taking steroids was acceptable in his mind – above board, and he relished the surge of power it gave him; that feeling of being indestructible – making him ‘the geezer.’

People should shake his hand for ridding the neighbourhood of scum like Darren Lockhart. Who would miss a toe-rag like that; someone who had even robbed from his own family to feed his veins with filth? No one! John felt no remorse for leaving his mark tonight; Darren had it coming to him for ages. John splashed some cold water on his piercing blue eyes and grabbed a tea towel. As long as Steve and Tony kept their traps shut and kept on driving, Lindsey would never find out where he had disappeared to. What would she care anyway? Darren was only her adoptive brother; it wasn’t Lockhart blood he was washing from his hands.

John went to bound up the stairs; his loins stirring at the thought of Lindsey warming up the bed, when he stopped and listened by the lounge... New Jack Swing was playing on the stereo and the lights were off.

Aye, aye, he thought, deciding to sneak a peek; was Lindsey’s prissy pal finally getting some ‘sword action’ or would she think it too sordid? He tried not to laugh at his mental pun as he attuned his ear to the awkward grunts and yelps whilst espying the silhouetted figures - humping on his step-mum’s sofa; a shadow accentuated on the wall - all John could see was a giant arse pumping away.

Go on, my son, give it to her good, he goaded in his mind; about time that one had a good seeing to. Again John laughed to himself and left them to it. He had his own Mrs to see to.

In the darkness of his bedroom, as he anticipated, Lindsey was half-naked and half-asleep in his bed. Stripping off haphazardly, John jumped in beside, pressing his hefty body weight against her; his hands going straight to her big tits.

Lindsey let out a moan and tried to push his hands away, inebriated from the cheap wine he’d plied her with all evening. He gripped her wrists, loving the muscle he had over ‘his Lindi’ - in the sack - and out of it. She was more his ‘woman’ than his girl. For someone who had turned seventeen only this morning, Lindsey certainly had the body and mind of a woman; those fuck-me blue eyes and hourglass curves had endeared him the very first time he’d seen Lindsey Lockhart busting out of her school uniform. Now her brother was out the way – hopefully for good – he’d have her all to himself and when he wanted.

“W-Where you been?” Lindsey squirmed as John licked her ear with zeal. Though breathless from ravishing her and his adrenalin rush, John had his story straight in his head.

“Had to get some cash out the machine…for the lads; you know what Tony’s like for blowing his dosh…Anyway I’m ’ere now aren’t I?” His hands were all over her now, making it clear he wasn’t going to let her sleep before shagging her senseless.

Lindsey turned on the bedside lamp and saw the vein throbbing in John's neck, the primal urge in his face and the way his muscular jaw jutted as he lunged to kiss her again. Sometimes she had to pinch herself that she’d been having a full-blown sexual relationship with a ‘man’ for six months. She thought her first love would have dumped her by now – but the way John looked at her at times – the way he was looking at her now; she felt she’d be his girl forever – felt safe in his overbuilt arms. She was undoubtedly in love for the very first time and needed to know if…

“John…You do love me don’t cha?” She pushed his roaming hands away – hoping for the right answer.

“Course I love ya, Lindi,” John rasped as he drank her in and pulled her to him once again. She closed her heavy lids on the tears of joy and blinked them away, savouring the moment: his protective touch, the smell of his sweat, the rapid tattoo of his heart. She truly believed at barely seventeen she’d found her ‘mate’ for life. Exhaling her elation over his shoulder she looked around his room and imagined moving in - and soon. Lindsey couldn’t wait to flee the nest; living at home with three younger sisters was a bind now – especially with the bickering over Darren’s problems. Maybe a year from now, her and John would have a drum of their own – one of those nice little new-builds down the road. She kissed John’s nose and smiled bashfully; all those dreams felt like a possibility now.

Grinning sublimely, John jumped out of bed; his muscles rippling as he admired his reflection in the mirror. Then he peeled off his socks, sniffed them and then threw them to the floor.

“I need a slash!”

“Charming!” Lindsey chided, still giggly-drunk, and she smacked John’s bare backside as he pulled open the bedroom door and proceeded to walk across the landing stark naked with a half-proud stiffy. Too wrapped in her own blanket of emotions, Lindsey had completely forgotten about leaving her best friend with her cousin downstairs, and the disturbance with her brother earlier. What if one of them was to see John naked? Lindsey shook her head; John really had no shame. As for her friend and cousin - she could only assume by the silence that were getting off with each other.

Out of habit she began tidying his clothes from the floor, whilst searching for a candle to make the night of lovemaking more special. Picking up John’s shirt, Lindsey inhaled his musky aftershave before folding it. It was then she noticed the patch of dried blood on his right cuff. The flush off the cistern sounded, so Lindsey quickly shoved the shirt under the bed as John came through whistling the theme to The Italian Job.

Not wanting to believe they’d been any more bloodshed tonight - apart from the fight with Darren and her cousin, Lindsey lay back on the bed and closed her eyes; the lyrics 'self preservation society' playing in her mind as John took her rougher than he ever had before.