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John and Paul were in the studio waiting on the others to arrive. The two drove together, having spent the night with one another it was easier to just take one car. Drinking their coffee, the two looked around and found they weren't in the mood to play music. Writing just wasn't coming to them either. It was too early.
Pulling out a drawing pad, while getting comfy on a couch, John tried to think about what to draw. Nothing was coming to him. He drew a doodle of Paul. Then another of him naked. Okay, he was going to have to mail this to Spain or he could give it to Paul and then his lover would be burdened with the task. There was a third option, he could destroy it.
It was just Paul’s naked body spread out, with his penis up. It was cartoonish but clearly Paul. Thinking of last night it made Lennon smile. Paul was so sexy and beautiful. He might need to hold on to this for a while, just to get through the holidays.
“That’s disgusting!” said Paul who was standing over his shoulder from behind the couch.
“Your body is never disgusting.” John shot back.
“You know I don’t like this sort of smut.” The soft spoken man stood firm on his feeling on the manner.
“You drew me naked.” The man in glasses pointed out.
“Well I left that drawing pad in Spain, where that…” McCartney said looking down at the picture John drew of him. “ belongs.”
“fine, I’ll destroy it!” Lennon caved in. It was too early to argue too! He folded the paper in quarters, but kept folding it.
“Here.” Paul uttered, handing John a pair of scissors. “cut it up so no one finds it.” This hurt the artist feelings as cutting up his work seemed cruel, but Paul was right. They couldn’t have this hanging around. It was too risky and it would bother the bass player having a nude drawing of him possibly picked up by the tabloids.
Begrudgingly the older of the two took the heavy metal scissors and cut into the paper of his art. He snipped the folded corner, then made some creative slices along the edges. Then he grabbed an exacto knife and proceeded to make detailed designs within the paper.
“What are you doing?” inquired the darker haired man, as he watched his lover make a minor chore into a grand scheme.
“I’m making a paper snowflake.” He replied, not looking up from his work. “its almost winter, it’s already snowed twice this year.” He opened up the cut up paper. “its high time we decorated for the holiday season.” The paper had indeed become a delicate structure with a detailed pattern of a snowflake.
“Good idea.” Paul nodded in agreement. “It’s also not religious, so Brian can be included too “
“Precisely!” remarked Lennon, happy to have his lovers cooperation. “pass me another page and grab one yourself.” Paul did as instructed and together they created quite a few paper snowflakes between them before George and Ringo arrived. It didn’t take much convincing to get the drummer and lead guitarist to join in on the fun.
The four chatted nonchalantly among themselves, always avoiding the elephant in the room. George and Ringo snuck off in a closet, at one point, to secretly make out for a bit, but no one said anything about it. John and Paul never mentioned that drawing again. When Brian arrived, he was greeted to array of snowflakes hanging from the ceiling.
It was indeed festive, the manager couldn’t help but smile. The lads seemed to be in good spirits. Looking up at the different snowflake décor, his eyes noticed the first snowflake that John had created. There were bits of pencil sketches on the page. Clearly the cutting was to destroy evidence of something scandalous. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw what looked to be Paul’s penis, appearing slightly towards one side, away from the cut up middle.