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This was perfect, just what he needed at times like these. Reassurance that Ringo loved him, and by the way his hands stroked his back up and down and his lips placed gentle kisses on his lover’s cheek, he knew he was loved. Very loved.
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In Spite Of All The Danger by ringos_tissue
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band), This Boy - The Beatles
28 Oct 2021
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That night at the club John was approached by a few birds, most of whom he turned down rather rudely as he drank his body weight in alcohol. John seemed to overdose on alcohol whenever something was on his mind. Another lady, the fifth of the night, approached John; leaning heavily on the table, drinking the liquid like he hadn’t drank anything in days, his eyes a reddish color now. She had asked him if he wanted to dance, and in reply John had told her to fuck off, which didn’t make much and was quite out of character for John to do. As she stormed off, offended, John glanced over to Paul. Seeing him with a woman made John feel something strange build up inside him.. Was it anger? No.. It was more like jealousy, that’s what it was. But why?! He wasn’t a queer, he was straight, and so was Paul! His eyes narrowed at Paul, for some reason feeling a mixture of possessiveness and anger. Paul was his best mate, not that woman’s, he had known him longer and that gave him some sort of power.
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He let out a subconscious moan of Paul’s name that happened to slip out of his mouth as he wanked, and the way his name rolled off of his tongue so thoughtlessly and smoothly turned him on even more. He threw his head back, eyes shut tightly as he continued. John tried it again, moaning out his name once more with other dirty and perverted phrases which only turned him on further, “Oh.. Fuck, Paul, ye squeeze m’so good.. Fuck yeah, baby..”
That’s when John heard a voice, and to his horror he opened his eyes to see two figures in front of the bed, eyes wide, jaws dropped; Paul and George.Fuck.
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For John, it was the last straw when Paul had criticized his singing, commenting on how ‘angry’ he sounded when he sang, and how they had to re-do the take. That was it, John had had enough. He placed the guitar onto the ground, “Alrigh’, ye think yer so good, don’t ye, Paul?” He snapped, eyes narrowing as Paul’s nostrils flared. As John began to approach Paul, Paul didn’t know whether to back up or to stay put. John looked angered at the younger man, and even a fool could tell that this wasn’t going to end without some sort of yelling. George and Ringo had stopped as soon as Paul had told them to, and watched on with worried expressions as John grabbed Paul by the wrist. Yoko was looking on as well, with that same stupid expression on her face. George looked like he was ready to break apart a fight.
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Paul’s eyes widened as John was walking towards him with the mysterious bag. His eyes traveled from John’s beautiful eyes down to his crotch region slowly with a gulp. John placed the bag next to Paul, leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Paul was leaning sideways on the bed, his elbow propping him up as he placed the newspaper he was reading to the side. John slowly dumped the bag’s contents onto the bed as Paul’s face turned a bright shade of pink. “John..” Was all that seemed to come out of his mouth.
A navy-and-white striped dress was the first thing that caught his eyes. It was cut low, probably going down to his mid thighs if he were to put it on. John gave a wicked grin as Paul eyed the rest of the contents; navy stockings, a scarlet lipstick, mascara, black laced panties, and a bottle of lubrication. Paul stared down at them as if he had just seen a ghost. “Just for you, Paulie.” John said as he tried to contain his laughter.
“You don’t seriously expect me to put this all on, do you?”