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After some rehearsals, Paul and John went to a bar as they often did, but today was kinda different...
"Bartender, another margarita here!"
Blurted out Paul
"Don't you think you're having too many bevvies, mate?"
Said John jokingly, even though he was indeed worried. Paul never drinked THAT much.
"Uhg it'ill be fine, imma jus' having fun y'know!"
He was completely gone, and John let him be. After all, who was he to tell him to stop?
They drank, partied and enjoyed themselves, without even noticing the hours passing. Soon it was night and the two decided to finally go home. Paul was totally wasted, blabbering about nonsense and barely even standing! This resulted in John having to support him all the way back to their hotel room.
When they arrived Paul almost immediatly collapsed on his bed, he was tired but he didn't fell asleep.
"You alright, Macca? You look really bladdered"
Paul mumbled something incomprehensible
"What?"
"m'finee..."
John stared at him for a few seconds, he was paler than a ghost..
"Sure lad.. Let's get you to the bathroom before it's too late, eh?"
John swiftly grabbed Paul by his arm and started guiding him to the bathroom till they arrived in front of the toilet. After a minute or two of silence, Paul puked the shit out of his soul.
John sighed: "Weren't you supposedly 'fine' a minute ago, Paul?"
Paul looked offended at that statement
"Oh wel, y'know, i could'v have ,y'know, go in the bathroom alone if i felt the need to puek anyways..!"
"Really? In this state of yours? C'mon, you can't even form a proper sentence!"
"Imma grown lad, y'know! I don' need ya carryin' m around everywhere, y'know!"
John rolled his eyes, he was too tired to argue about silly things.
"Fine, since you can take care of yourself, I'll leave you alone."
Paul smirked, as if he had proven something to John.
He then slowly stood up, flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash his face. John looked at him pitfully; "How could someone so drunk take care of himself?" he thought.
Suddendly, John left the bathroom to go somewhere. Paul remained there surprised.
"Wher'd ya go???"
Not long after John came back with a glass of water
"Go on, drink it"
"I told ya i don' need help.."
Paul protested, but he drank the glass anyway. He would never admit it, but he loved it when John was protective about him.
"Why do you worry sso much about m' anywayss.."
John opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Yeah, why was he caring that much? Well that's embarrassing..
Paul let a small grin, amused by John's flustered reaction.
Slowly, he started walking to the bedroom, really.. slowly.. and steadily... he felt reallyyy weird.. did the floor always spun like that...??
He tripped and almost fell, John let out a gasp and before he could even process, he extended his arms to catch his friend
"Alright lad, I'm taking you to bed."
John said as he slipped an arm under Paul's and started to support him all the way to their bed. When they arrived there, John gently put Paul to bed and tucked him in
"Ya need anything else, Paulie?"
"nop.."
After that Paul yawned, he was already starting to close his eyes.
John took a second to admire his almost-sleeping friend, and oh God was he always that cute? He felt his cheeks warm up.
After snapping out of his trance, he decided to go to sleep too, and as quietly as possible he sat next to Paul.
As soon as John laid down, Paul turned around and mumbled something
" giv'm a g'night k'ss.. "
John heard what Paul said, but he thought he was surely misunderstanding something; after all his friend was really drunk, and the mumbling wasn't very clear..
"What?"
"Give me a goodnight kiss..."
Paul repeated, more clearly this time, as he got closer to John and softly hugged him
John felt like his heart was going to explode. He was internally panicking, should he really kiss his best friend?? Not that he minded.. but being queer wasn't really seen good at the time..
After he made up his mind, he slowly got close to Paul's forehead and moved his soft black hair away to give it a fast kiss
Paul was content and to show his gratefulness he gave a peck on the cheek to John, he hugged him tighter and his leg entangled with John's
The contact with Paul was making John steam, but when he was comfortable enough he turned to his side to better face Paul's face, who was already sleeping peacefully.
John proceeded to rest his head on top of Paul's and breathe in his scent.
John's lids grew heavier, and in a few minutes he fell asleep.