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It was humiliating.
Paul was standing there, fists clenched to his sides, jaw clenched.
His trousers were pooling at his ankles.
John Lennon was standing in front of him, mouth agape and eyes wide.
Paul wanted the ground to swallow him.
He tightly closed his eyes, tears of shame making their way in his eyes.
"Just go" he muttered "please, John, go the fuck away"
"Paul..." whispered John, getting closer to his friend.
"Please, John, go away! Am I not humiliated enough already?" shouted the younger one, his big eyes watering even more.
His eyes locked into John's and instead of disgust or pity he found sympathy and...care?
Yeah, the look in John's eyes was care and concern.
Suddenly, the younger man found himself into the other man's arms and the tears started going down his heated cheeks.
One of John's strong arms was around his shoulders, the other one on the small of his back.
They stayed like this for who know how long, just holding onto each other, and Paul let the auburn haired man to comfort him.
Paul pushed John away with a blush.
"Paul, what's wrong?" asked softly the man, watching down and softly wiped away the tears.
The younger lad's bottom lip trembled as tears of shame were once again coming into his big eyes.
"Paulie, it's alright, is it for medical conditions or...?
"I don't like wearing 'em! I had to take medicines and these fucking things make me fricking piss meself " shouted the other with an high pitched voice.
"I didn't say you like wearing 'em" said the older one, shyly glancing down.
Paul had been sick for over a week, with a high fever and lightheadedness. The doctor had prescribed him some medicines and one of the collateral effects was incontinence. Luckily, once stopped to take it the incontinence would stop.
So the poor Beatle had to wear nappies, after waking up more than once with wet sheets or not being able to arrive to the bathroom on time.
But the other three Beatles didn't have to find out.
That morning, Paul was in the studio. They were taking a break and the man felt the uncomfortable feeling of the urine sticking on his skin.
He had quickly grabbed his backpack and run to the bathroom, unaware of the glances his band mates sent his way.
"I'm going to see if he's alright" mumbled John, taking off his guitar.
And now they were here, in the bathroom, Paul in only his shirt and nappy, head buried in the crook of the other's neck, still sniffling, John holding him close and whispering comforting things in his ear.
"Paulie, it's alright. I'm not going to tell anyone about this, okay? You can count on me if you need help with anything, okay? You're my best mate, Paul"
Paul looked in his eyes, finding only truth and care in them.
He nodded slowly, standing on his tippy toes to leave a small kiss on his friend's cheek.
John blushed and grinned and Paul grinned back.
A few days had passed from the incident in the bathroom.
John, faithful to his word, hadn't said anything to anybody about Paul's medical condition, and the younger man was very glad about it.
He didn't said anything to George and Ringo neither, not because he didn't trust them, but maybe because he was more close with John.
It was evening and they were at Paul's, just drinking beers and playing guitars, enjoying each other company.
Paul was still a bit sick so they ended practice early and John had tucked him on the sofa.
"My charming prince" joked the younger one when the other bring him the soup and the medicines.
"Everything for my Princess" joked back the guitarist.
The two grinned and enjoyed each other company.
Paul sighed when a fit hit his head and put his head on John's shoulder.
The older man started scratching his fingers into his scalp.
"Headache?"
"Yeah"
"Strong?"
"Mhmh"
John moved them, so that they were laying on the sofa, Paul on top of him, and stayed like that for a long time.
One of John's hands was close to his bum, feeling under the light material of the trousers the padded nappy Paul was wearing, when suddenly Paul tensed, the hand resting on the other's chest gripping the shirt.
"Paul?" asked concerned the guitarist and the bassist whimpered, burying his face in the other's crook of the neck.
John kept on patting him when he suddenly stopped, feeling the slight dampness under his hand.
"I'm sorry" squeaked Paul, getting up on shaky legs and John quickly got a hold of him.
"Paulie, it's totally alright. Can you walk?"
The latter just nodded his head, but after a few steps he collapsed back in the other's arms.
The men made their way to the bedroom and John sat Paul down on the bed.
"I'm going to change you, okay?"
"Johnny, I can do it..."
"I know, but you're really shaky. Let me help you"
Paul nodded. Just that action drained him all his energy. "I trust you, Johnny" he whispered.
John gently untaped the nappy and made quick work in changing him. His eyes watching Paul's face and items in hand, without staring too much at his friend's exposed genitals.
"Here Paulie, all done. Let's tuck you into bed so you can rest"
Paul was surprised, John had never been this gentle and caring with anyone before.
He smiled, reaching out a hand, tugging lightly on his friend's sleeve. "Stay here the night?"
John grinned, kicking off his trousers and crawling his way under the covers.
The two smiled softly at each other, before John spooned him from behind, his arm protectively wrapped around Paul's mid torso.
Paul's arm was on top of friend's, and, for a moment, the two were 15 and 17 once again, asleep together in John's little bedroom back in Mendips.
"Until I'm here, Paulie" whispered John "You don't have to worry, your secrets are kept good, with me, me friend."
With a last pat at Paul's bum, the auburn haired man fall asleep.
John woke up, finding himself in Paul's bedroom. His arms were tightly holding his friend to his chest.
He smiled softly, kissing his hair and snuggling closely.
"Good morning" he whispered grinning when Paul's eyes started to open. "Morning" said Paul with a smile and a fond, sleepy look in his eyes.
"Do you need a change?" asked John, swiping back his black hair.
Paul muttered something incomprehensible, staying laid on his back, watching the older man through his eyelashes.
John smiled, changing Paul and cuddling him close.
Instantly, Paul got closer signing softly and resting his cheek against the other's chest.
A comfortable silence fell upon them, until John looked him in the eyes, the question he wanted to ask him since the day before.
"Paul, have you even heard of age play?"