Summary: Mark gets his first grammy and John knows just how to properly celebrate it.

Warning: Blow job 

It was a quiet evening in Los Angeles. Well, it was relatively quiet. At the Grammy Awards, it was never quiet, right? Mark Knopfler and his band mates were sitting at one of the many tables in the audience area. On the stage were judges who kept the evening going with music and charm. Dire Straits had been nominated for "Money for nothing". Well, strictly speaking, it was Mark who had been nominated, as he was the singer, lead guitarist, songwriter and producer of it. However, as they were a band, they went to the Grammy Awards together. Mark, a very shy guy, sat with his back to the stage. Actually, he hadn't wanted to come at all. His plan had been to let Eric Clapton pick up the Grammy. But John Illsley, bassist of Dire Straits and Mark's soul mate, had talked him into agreeing. They had all been photographed at the entrance. Mark held John's hand and smiled shyly into the camera. God, he hated being photographed. Behind the couple, Guy Fletcher and his soul mate Amalia walked, as did Alan Clark and his soul mate Steven. Mark was being interviewed, which he found rather uncomfortable, but somehow they had managed to get past the press and were now sitting at their table. Many Grammys had already been awarded.

"It's your turn now, love." John said excitedly, taking Mark's hand in his to rub the back of his hand. Guy grinned at Mark across the table. Everyone knew the guitarist was rather uncomfortable being here that night.

"Don't say that, John." Mark muttered. "You have no idea if we're going to win. We're just nominated." John rolled his eyes.

"Money is the best song you've ever written. Well, it's the rockiest. But I'm sure you won." John said excitedly.

"If so, then we all won." Mark said firmly. John rolled his eyes, which made Steven giggle. They ordered another round of drinks before the moment came. The judge stood on the stage, holding an envelope in his hand.

"And now we come to one of the most important decisions of the Grammy Awards. The best song of the year." John stared at the envelope in the judge's hands with hopeful eyes and reached for Mark's hand. He squeezed it tightly and bit his lower lip. Mark still had his back to the stage, but his heart was also beating fast in his chest. "The best song of the year is..." the judge began, opening the envelope. It was dead silent in the hall as the man struggled to open the taped envelope. A few people laughed before the judge finally pulled the paper out of the envelope. John held his breath. "Money for nothing! Dire Straits!" Immediately the iconic guitar riff began to sound over the speakers and people clapped excitedly. Mark was as pale as a corpse and stared at his wine glass with wide eyes when suddenly a cameraman stood next to him and filmed his reaction, which was shown on TV and also on the big screen. Laughter broke out. John pulled Mark into a firm kiss, which made the crowd applaud.

"Go!" John shouted, smiling with tears in his eyes. Mark stood up uncertainly and made his way to the stage. A spotlight was pointed at him. The closer Mark got to the stage, the more dizzy he became. Mark walked up to the judge and shook his hand before the small golden gramophone was handed to him. Mark smiled slightly as he stood in front of the microphone and took a deep breath. The applause stopped, the hall became quiet and people waited patiently for Mark's speech.

"I eh..." Mark said carefully as he played with the gramophone with his hands. "Thank you very much. I feel very honoured to be standing here today. If someone had told me a few years ago that I would be standing here one day, I would have thought he was crazy." The hall burst into laughter. Mark giggled a little himself when he saw John in the crowd, who was looking up at him with a smile. "Thank you to everyone who voted for us, thank you for this great trophy." He held the gramophone in the air, which brought more applause. "I would also like to thank my band mates. Guys, we did it!" The crowd laughed again, which made Mark smile. "But most of all I would like to thank my bassist. John Illsley." A spotlight was directed at John. The bassist smiled shyly. "Without you, I would never have been able to do this, honey." Mark said gently. "Thank you for not only making music with me, but also for always being by my side in times of crisis. I love you." The people whistled and clapped wildly. "Thank you." Mark said, leaving the stage after his short speech, to thunderous applause and whistles. Mark smiled as he approached the table where the band was sitting. He happily hugged Guy and Alan. John pulled him into a tight kiss, which made Mark smile. Since all the awards had been given out, there was only one show left. Many musicians came and congratulated Mark, while John stood behind him smiling. After a while, Guy, Alan, Amalia and Steven headed back home. A few hours had passed. Mark told John he was going to the bathroom, still holding the Grammy in his hand. John followed him. When no one was around, John pushed the guitarist against the wall and kissed him tightly. Mark smiled into the kiss. The taller man put a hand on Mark's hip and smiled down at him.

"I'm so damn proud of you." He gently tucked a strand of hair behind Mark's ear.

"We did this together, John." Mark said quietly. They stood pressed close together. John reached out and undid the top buttons of his shirt before he began to kiss Mark's neck. The guitarist let out a soft moan and took a shaky breath as he placed his free hand on John's neck. The other hand was still holding the gramophone.

"John." He whispered.

"I'm so hot for you, love." John hummed. Mark giggled. "I could take you right here."

"John..."

"Do you want it, Mark?" Mark's eyes darkened and he closed them for a few seconds. "Because damn, I want you." Mark kissed John hard, which was enough of an affirmation for the bassist. Mark put the Grammy on the floor and wrapped his arms around John's shoulders. John kissed him hard and pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders. Mark shuddered as John unbuttoned his shirt, which fell to the floor after the bassist pulled it from Mark's waistband. Mark stood against the tiled wall wearing only pants and gasped as John kissed him again.

"John, wait." Mark gasped between kisses. "What if someone comes in?" The bassist ignored him and kissed Mark's chest, making the younger man gasp. "John."

"Don't worry." John hummed and kissed Mark's shoulder. He leaned his head against Mark's and enjoyed being so close to his lover. "You're Mark Knopfler, why should we care if someone sees us?" Mark giggled a little.

"But at home it would be more romantic, don't you think?"

"At home? You mean in the hotel?" John croaked between kisses. Mark grinned.

"Exactly what I mean." Mark's hand was on John's neck while the older man kissed his chest.

"But I want you now." John growled and grinned against Mark's skin.

"John." Mark said tensely. The bassist unbuckled Mark's belt and pulled down his zipper before sinking to his knees and placing his hands on Mark's thighs with a grin. The guitarist looked down at him. "John, not here." Mark giggled and gently ran his fingers through John's wild curls. John kissed the bulge in Mark's underpants. The guitarist hissed and tilted his head back. "John." Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Mark's eyes widened and he stared into the brown eyes of Eric Clapton. Silence reigned in the room. Mark bit his lower lip while Eric's eyes wandered to John, who had placed his hands on Mark's thighs and was looking annoyed at the second guitarist.

"Am I disturbing you?" The older guitarist joked. Mark blushed heavily and put his hands over his eyes in shame.

"Yes." John nodded and stood up. He pulled Mark to his chest and turned him around so that Clapton could only see his bare back.

"I'm sorry. Congratulations again, Mark. Great job." Mark smiled weakly against John's neck. Hearing praise from one of his childhood heroes did him a lot of good.

"Thanks." He said with a smile.

"Well. I'd better go then. I see you two are already celebrating." John grinned as Eric left the room again and left the two of them alone. John burst out laughing. Mark hit him angrily in the chest.

"I told you, damn it!" John giggled.

"Come on. Get dressed, let's go to the hotel." Mark sighed as he buttoned up his pants and put on his shirt.

*

About 50 minutes later, the two were back in the hotel room. Mark put the Grammy on the nightstand, threw his suit jacket on a chair and fell backwards onto the bed. John took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed. Mark let out a scream.

"John! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" The guitarist screamed. John, kneeling over him, brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes and grinned at him.

"I'm on top of you." He grinned. Mark rolled his eyes and tilted his head back before turning it to the side and looking at the Grammy. John, on his knees and elbows, kissed Mark on the forehead and then also looked at the golden trophy. "It looks really great. I never thought I would see one in my life."

"Me neither." Mark said quietly. "I could never have dreamed of holding one in my hands."

"And this one's yours." John grinned.

"John." Mark sighed quietly, without taking his eyes off the trophy. "I already told you. It's our success. The band, you and me. Not just me."

"Mh." John hummed. "I don't want to sound mean, but in my opinion, you deserve it more than Guy and Alan."

"John!" Mark exclaimed in horror.

"What?" The tall bassist giggled as Mark pushed him away and stood up. He stopped in front of the bathroom door and looked at John, who was still lying on the bed.

"We're a band, John."

"Mh." John hummed again, leaning against the pillows in bed. "But you stayed up late at night composing songs. So long that I had to carry you to the bedroom while you were sleeping. Not Alan, nor Guy. I don't deserve it either." John reached out and took the gramophone in his hands to look at it. "This is your baby." Mark snorted and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The guitarist sighed as he saw himself in the mirror. He let the toothbrush hang between his lips and leaned his hands on the sink. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. Suddenly, firm arms wrapped around his waist. Mark sighed as John began to kiss his neck. "You're worth it, you know?" The bassist asked quietly. "I know your self-esteem isn't very high, you know?" Mark took the toothbrush out of his mouth and spat into the sink before rinsing his mouth. Meanwhile, John still held him by the waist. "You're worth it, my love. Please, don't always think so little of yourself." Mark let out a soft sigh. "I mean it." John said sadly. "You're special. At least to me. You're very special to me." Mark looked at John through the mirror. "And I'd love it if you loved and saw yourself the same way I see and love you."

"That's not possible and you know it." The guitarist sighed quietly and tried to push John away gently, but the bassist wouldn't let him. He pulled Mark into a firm kiss, which made the guitarist moan quietly.

"It is possible. And I'm going to prove it to you. You're talented, intelligent and beautiful. You won a damn Grammy, honey. If that doesn't underline your talent, then I don't know what will." Mark giggled weakly. John took his hand and held it in front of his face before gently kissing the fingers. "These hands are damn talented, you know?" Mark giggled and leaned his lower back against the sink while John stood in front of him. "I love you so much." John sighed and kissed Mark's forehead. "I just want you to finally recognize all your work. Because you've done a lot for the band's success, you know? You finally have to start loving yourself a little too. What will you otherwise do when I'm not here, huh?" Mark chuckled slightly and looked up at John's neck.

"I guess I'll wallow in self-pity." They both giggled a little. John kissed Mark gently and lifted his chin with his hand.

"I love you." John breathed. They kissed for a while. John had pulled Mark's shirt off and it landed back on the floor. The bassist had soon sunk back to his knees and the scene repeated itself again. Mark tensely gripped the white porcelain rim of the sink with his fingers as he tilted his head back and hissed softly when John had pulled his pants off. The bassist looked down at Mark's hardened member with a grin. "You just can't resist me, eh?" John gently kissed Mark's belly button and smiled up at the guitarist. "I want you to look at me, Mark."

"John..."

"I want to see your face while I suck your cock." John said firmly. Mark's face turned red with shame when John used the word shamelessly.

"Okay." He said quietly and looked down at John. The bassist grinned and began kissing Mark's thighs. Mark took a shuddering breath and slowly placed his hands on John's head. His fingers ran through the wild brown curls. "John." Mark gasped shakily, moving his legs weakly as the bassist took him into his mouth. Warmth immediately surrounded Mark, making him shiver. His fingers tightened in the long curls and he closed his eyes tightly. John grinned around the cock in his mouth and began to swallow it further until he could feel the tip in his throat. Mark was not small by any means. Mark let out a sigh and wrapped John's hair around his fingers. John raised his eyes and smiled when he saw his lover's relaxed face. The bassist began to suck slowly, hollowing his cheeks. Mark moaned weakly, eyes still closed, and leaned his head back. It had been weeks since he had received a blowjob. John loved giving Mark a blowjob, but the guitarist mostly avoided it. Don't get me wrong, he loved it, because John was incredibly talented. But Mark didn't want to force his soul mate to do anything and therefore tried to avoid a blowjob. John sucked for a while and moved his head, making Mark tremble. He let out soft moans and whimpers while his eyes were closed and his fingers clenched convulsively in John's hair. The bassist pulled back after a while. Mark let out a gasp as his cock stood in the air and looked down at John. The bassist wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked up at Mark. "I'm sorry!" Mark gasped in horror. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad and..."

"Hey." John said softly, placing his hands on Mark's thighs. "I'm great. Don't worry. I enjoy this, you know?" Mark's blue eyes widened to saucers. "I enjoy giving you pleasure." They both giggled a little. "Did it feel good?" Mark bit his lower lip and nodded shakily. "Then let's get on with it, eh?"

"Can I kiss you first?" Mark asked quietly.

"If it's not gross for you." John giggled and stood up. He towered over the smaller man and pulled him into a firm kiss. Mark let out a groan and sank against the bassist's chest. John rubbed Mark's bare back between his shoulder blades and grinned into the kiss. "I love you so much, Mark. You mean the world to me." Mark smiled slightly.

"I love you too, John. You're always there for me and I never say thank you for it, I..."

"Hey." John said quietly. "I'm your soul mate. You don't have to apologize for stuff like that." John kissed him again before sinking back to his knees and kissing Mark's cock. Mark winced and looked down at John. "Just like this." John said, smiling. "I want you to look at me the way you're looking right now." Mark giggled. His lips curled into a smile. "You're fucking beautiful, honey." John hummed, taking him back into his mouth. He moved his head over the length and sucked gently as the guitarist melted beneath him like soft butter. His fingers pulled on John's curls, his stomach began to rise faster as he began to pant.

"Shit, John." Mark gasped loudly and closed his eyes tightly. He was getting closer, he could feel it. "It feels so good, shit, I love you. Please don't stop." Tears began to run down Mark's cheeks. "I'm so close. So damn close. Just a little bit more, I..." John grinned and used his teeth a little while sucking. Mark's eyes widened, his irises only forming a thin ring around his pupils, he was so horny. His fingers pulled hard on John's hair while he pressed John's head onto his cock with his hands. "I love you. Fuck." Mark gasped. Shortly afterwards he came. John swallowed the cum and grinned up at the guitarist. Mark fell to the floor. He was shaking and panting while John held him in his arms.

"Damn, that was intense, huh? I didn't think you'd be so drained afterwards." Mark chuckled, panting, and closed his eyes as he leaned against John's chest. "We did celebrate the Grammy pretty good, don't you think, Mark?"

"You're an idiot." Mark giggled. "I love you." His vision was still blurry. John kissed Mark's forehead and smiled down at him.

"I love you too, you rock star. I'm glad I am your idiot. And not someone else's." Mark burst out laughing and found himself lying naked as the day he was born, in John's arms on the bathroom floor of a Los Angeles hotel room. The Grammy Awards could be pretty weird, couldn't they?

THE END ;)