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John Lennon was sitting on the sofa, minding his own business, in the loft of the house in Spain. He and the rest of the Beatles purchased this home together, where they could truly be alone. The retreat home was a safe haven for the musicians to explore their queer desires together, and often the four would commingle here with the entire band. However, for this trip, it was just John and his main male lover Paul McCartney, for some much needed time between themselves. The couple were having a lovely little holiday, with swimming, music creating, and making love in every room in the house. It was nice to have all the lads here, but sometimes, it was just nice for the McLennon’s to be together, alone.
Now John was by himself, while Paul was doing something else, not in his lovers view. Whatever it was, it kept the bassist busy, and the lead singer ached to have his boyfriend with him. Lighting a smoke, and teasing his guitar strings, Lennon knocked out a few cords, just randomly as he awaited for Paul’s return. It wasn’t long, perhaps a cigarette or two, before the cute baby face bassist approached his boyfriend, after neglecting him for nearly thirty minutes.
“Where have you been?” John asked McCartney, as the man waltzed into the open space.
“I was just freshening up a little.” Paul replied, leaning over to kiss the man he loved. Then the second musician sat beside his boyfriend, on the cushioned bench attached to the bay window. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. John began playing his guitar again, but Paul, instead of joining in, began removing Lennon slippers.
“What are you doing?” the man in glasses demanded to know, as his feet became naked and exposed. Paul just grinned, as he placed one of Lennon’s feet upon his lap, then the bassist took something from his pocket, but remained out of Johns sight. Still the barefoot boyfriend knew something was up! He tried to kick his foot, but McCartney held the limb tight.
“Hold still now.” The darker haired man warned. “You don’t want to make a mess.” Then John felt something cold and wet on his toes, teasing his curiosity. He resisted the urge to swing his legs up, but instead, he tried in vain to look over his boyfriend’s shoulder, but the raven haired lover deliberately blocked Lennon’s view.
“Oh come now!” John yelled, frustrated by the situation.
“Be patient.” Paul simply stated, dismissively. “I’m almost done.” He said, doing something to each of Lennon’s toes, driving the lead singer crazy. All the suspense was killing him, as far as the drama queen was concerned. Then McCartney ceased his activity, but then grabbed hold of the other foot now, and proceeded to do whatever he did to the first foot, to this one now.
“Both feet?” Lennon demanded to know.
“Of course both feet.” The secretive lover insisted. “They have to match.” He further explained, as the cold wet substance moved across each toe, on the second foot now.
“Are you trying to drive me mad?” John inquired, seeing how Paul didn’t seem to care how much he was disturbing the man who was just innocently playing his guitar. However, McCartney could be spiteful, and could be holding a grudge for God knows how long!
“Why does this drive you mad?” Paul asked, still doing whatever the hell he was doing to John’s feet.
“Because I don’t know what you’re doing.” The man with his feet shackled by a pair of hands explained. “and that drives me mad!” he declared.
“You don’t trust me?” McCartney inquired, turning slightly, giving his secret boyfriend a little pouty face.
“Oh don’t give me that look!” the semi restrained man scolded. “You’re torturing me!” the lead singer exclaimed, causing Paul to laugh at the silliness of it all.
‘Torturing you?” The laughing man teased. “Aren’t you being over dramatic?” Which caused more laughter from that round face.
“If you don’t tell me what you’re doing to my feet, I’ll start to kick.” John warned.
“Just relax.” His boyfriend soothed. “I’m nearly done.” Lennon wanted to protest, but he restrained his wild urges, and made himself patiently await for his lover to be done. The first foot didn’t take very long, so the man quieted himself too! Then Paul seemed to be turning something, as the cold wet feeling stopped, and right afterwards, the bassist was blowing on the toes. This was crazy, but the lead singer allowed it, waiting patiently to finally learn what was up. “So do you really want to know?” McCartney teased, trying to hide his giggling.
“No, I want to stay like this forever!” the man in glasses sarcastically snooted. His patience was all gone by now. Paul just laughed, as he lifted the two feet, and moved to the side, giving Lennon a full view of his toes. Immediately John noticed they were painted, a bright pink!
“You like them?” Paul asked playfully.
“Their lovely.” John said playing along. “Now I get to do yours.” He added with a smirk.
“I already beat you to it.” The bassist proudly announced, kicking off his own slippers, revealing his toes painted the same bright cherry red some bird had painted on his feet a while ago. John just laughed, and pulled his boyfriend nearer, embracing that cute round face in his arms.
“I love you.” Lennon said, as he distributed kisses on his lovers cheek. However Paul began to laugh again.
“I wonder if you’d still say that, after I reveal, I’m not telling you where the nail polish remover is.” The bassist playfully mocked, as he bounced up, and began running down the stairs. John instantly followed, as McCartney’s laugher rang throughout the house. “Race you to the beach.” He called back to John from his head start.
This was one of the many precious memories these walls housed, that was not recorded, but edged as happy phantoms replaying in empty rooms. Even in their most bitter hour, this memory always brought the pair to laughing, no matter the circumstances. The lovers played in the waves, and made love on the beach. Eventually the holiday was over, and the two had to inevitably leave, but Paul was nice enough to share his nail polish remover.