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"Georgie..?" Ringo whispered, and turning over, reached for the younger man's hand under the soft sheets. He gently took it in his, caressing the top of it with his thumb.
George moaned softly and, streching slightly, he squeezed his lover's warm hand that fit perfectly in his, especially when he didn't have all his beloved rings on, in moments like this.
"Oh someone's finally awake! Slept well, love?" Richard said softly, glazing down at the other man who was now curling up on him even tighter.
"When I'm with you, always." And with that, George finally opened his eyes and looked at Ringo, his beautiful blue eyes, those eyes that no one ever knew and loved as much as him. He helped himself up and crawled the same level as Ringo, and caressing his cheeck, pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Making him giggle a bit, and giving George another reason to kiss him again, and again, and again until the morning passed by and they had to get up.
But as Ringo was trying to actually do something and go in the kitchen to make breakfast, George threw himself at the older man and brought him back to bed, blocking him from moving.
"George! Someone will have to make breakfast! We can't stay here in bed forever!" He tried acting mad, but that was quite difficult, with George Harrison sitting on his lap and smirking like a little kid.
"Can't we, now? Come on Rich, just five more minutes. And then I'll even help you make breakfast" The younger boy said, making those pleasing puppy eyes he always does when he wants Richard to do something he does NOT want to do.
Ringo rolled his eyes, and looking back at the clock, "Fine. But just five. more. minutes." And that's how another hour and a half passed with them cuddling as if that was their last day on earth. Finally, Ringo spoke up.
"Love, my arm is falling asleep and more than an hour passed, aren't you hungry?"
"...I am.." George admitted, rolling his eyes, blinking dramatically, making sure Ringo could see how much he was hurting the poor creature.
"Oh come on now, don't make a full on drama out of it, we can make us some scrumptious pancakes and watch some telly, I'll let you choose the film" The drummer said, brushing George's arm with his free hand.
".. Alright, but I get to eat the first pancake" The guitarist said, smirking and slowly getting up from the bed.
"You sure do" Ringo acknowledged, and, putting on his bunny slippers, he walked down the stairs, with George following him.
The two men were now making breakfast, and even if George stated that he was going to help Ringo make breakfast, he wasn't exactly helping him.
"George, didn't you say you were gonna help me?" Ringo asked, while pouring some milk into the bowl.
"I am helping!" George called, looking at the other man from his shoulder, hugging him from behind, his arms on his hips.
"You really aren't helping with anything, dear." Ringo tilted his head towards George, and, giving him a little kiss on the nose, he started mixing up the ingredients for the pancakes.
While they were eating, Ringo and George talked about everything they hadn't been able to talk about until now, because they have been on tour for months, and while on tour they couldn't even be too close to each other, or look at each other for too long, or even talk to each other.
But now they could, and they didn't want to waste a minute of it.
"Georgie, do you like the pancakes?" Ringo questioned at some point, holding up a piece of sweet on his silver fork.
George said something Ringo didn't quite understand, cause he was chewing and he almost spat out a piece of pancake, but Ringo eventually came to the conclusion that he liked them.
They then finished eating and cleaned up the dishes together while listening to some old music on the radio and slow dancing around whenever some corny love song would come up.
After they finished cleaning, the two men laid on the couch, George on top of his lover, quietly listening to his heartbeat, while Ringo gently caressed his hair. George almost fell asleep, he felt so protected, it was always like this with Ringo.
"Rich" he hesitated a bit, eyes still closed.
"Yes, honey?" Ringo replied, now looking down at George.
"Do you love me?" the younger lad sobbed.
"Of course I do! Ow are you crying Georgie? Why are you crying now, my love? I'm here! I'm here and nobody can do anything to you, and I love you, so much, I swear George, I love you." Ringo was now preoccupied, he gently took George's face in his hands, and pressed two kisses in his cheeks, a bit salty from the tears who recently strolled down from his eyes.
" 'M sorry, it's not your fault, I know you love me, I would just like to be able to love you every day, in and out, to hold your hand in mine while walking down the streets, to kiss you by the sea and dance with you without having all eyes on us, I'd like our love to be considered normal, to be considered love." George expressed, swiping away the tears with his hand.
Ringo was now on the verge of tears too, but he had to be strong for George. "I know love, I know. But I love you, and you love me, we know that and that's all that matters, stop crying now you little monkey"
"MONKEY?!" George exclaimed, eyes now wide open, staring at Ringo, waiting for an explanation.
"You know, those little monkeys, the cute ones, they remind me of you, I think it's because of those silly ears you've got" Ringo explained, holding in a laugh.
"Don't disrespect me ears like that! Oh you're hurting me now, Mister Richard Starkey.." George drammatically lamented, while holding up a hand on his forehead, even more drammatically.
"Oh shush now! Have some rest, won't you?" Ringo laughed, pressing a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead, after taking his hand and putting it down beside them. George fell asleep, and Ringo did too, while wondering if they will ever have the chance to love each other, normally.