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Ben finally pulled his lips away from Ricky’s, the feeling of the gentle kiss lingering like a confession left unspoken.
His eyes fluttered open to meet the greaser’s, a soft smirk playing on his lips as his heart overflowed with love and fear and everything in between all at once. It was practically beating out of his chest, in company with the overwhelming feeling of butterflies in his stomach, more now than he had ever felt.
Ricky smiled back at him, his lips parted slightly in surprise. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Silence hung between them, interrupted when Ricky let out a soft chuckle.
“Damn, Brookie,” he grinned, brushing his thumb against Ben’s cheek, tightening his other grip on the boy’s back. “You… have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”
Ben kept his arms around Ricky’s neck, mindlessly threading his fingers through the other’s dark hair. His gaze refused to stray from Ricky’s. “Yeah? I bet—“
Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a loud noise. It sounded like… a drum?
Ricky’s eyes widened as they both turned their heads, flinching before staring at the instruments in front of them, along with four men in suits.
They began to play, and the two boys stood there, blinking and still.
How had they gone from kissing to… watching whatever this was? What??
Ben tilted his head for a moment, confused about how four men and their instruments got inside his room in the first place, and whether or not he was hallucinating, when he realized what they’d been starting to play. Ricky stood there, mesmerized.
He immediately recognized the melody to “She Loves You,” a hit song by The Beatles, despite it having not been released yet.
It took Ben a minute to fully process the fact that The Beatles were playing live. In HIS room. And they were playing “She Loves You.”
He turned back to Ricky, his hands still around the boy’s neck, a wide grin plastered across his face.
“It’s… The Beatles,” Ricky breathed, his voice almost like a whisper, barely audible. He pressed his forehead to Ben’s, the slight touch sending a rush of adrenaline through his body.
“Romantic, huh?” Ben asked, Ricky’s face somewhat heating up at the comment.
Ben barely had time to say something else when Ricky pressed their lips together again, colliding into his with passion. Ben’s breath hitched, the comforting warmth of Ricky’s lips making him not hesitate once to shut his eyes and kiss back as The Beatles played their tune.
Ricky pulled away for a split second to peck his lips repeatedly, causing Ben to stumble back, catching him by the waist before he was able to trip over.
Ben pried his lips away, laughing. “Shitbird, I’m not going anywhere!! Chill!”
Ricky smirked, shifting his gaze toward The Beatles when a suspicious feeling sparked through his chest. He squinted his eyes at the band—specifically Paul McCartney—when he realized that it really hadn’t been Paul McCartney.
“Skeeter?!” Ricky exclaimed, the band stopping to stare at the figure holding the bass guitar.
“Hey, that isn’t Paul!” John cried out. Skeeter stood there in shock, like she realized she’d been caught. Beads of sweat dripped down her face as her mouth gaped open. She slowly settled down the bass and ran out the door, leaving the band and the two boys confused.
“Well what’re we gonna do now?!” George shouted. Ringo scratched his head.
Ben and Ricky looked back at each other and shrugged, meeting each other’s lips once more, kissing like nothing else mattered.
Suddenly, a loud clatter came from Ben’s window, and each of the Beatles turned their heads. A figure emerged, revealing himself as… PAUL MCCARTNEY!!
“Have no fear! Paul is here!” he cheered, raising his arms in victory.
The Beatles cheered, twisted, and shouted, giggling as Paul picked up the bass guitar and began to play.
Meanwhile, Ben and Ricky continued to kiss, stumbling over every so often as they pressed their lips together with passion, the sweet tune of The Beatles’ music filling their ears.
They weren’t going to question how The Beatles were even in Brooklyn, how they had even gotten together before they actually formed, or how they recognized a song that hadn’t been released yet. All that mattered was each other’s warm embrace, and the love that came with it.