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Title: Love You To (2/2)
Author(s): hippie_chick69
Pairing: John/Ringo, John/Paul (implied)
Time Period: 1965
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual content, smut, language
Word count: 1,453
Summary: "They were going to make the nastiest, most passionate, sweaty love the bassist would never receive."
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line.
A/N: Sorry for any typos, I probably could have been proof read this better.
Part One
He said it so emotionless and plainly that John almost thought he was kidding. ‘He’s just trying to make me feel better,’ passed through the mind of the younger boy several times before he finally decided to speak again.
“Y-You what?” was all he could answer at this point however. ‘But he couldn’t be joking,’ John thought. ‘He has that serious expression on his face and he can never pull that off when he’s trying to crack a joke.’
“I want you, John,” repeated Ringo.
“You-want me?” asked the boy confused as if no one had ever said it to him before in his life.
“Yes, what are you stupid now too? I fucking want you, you git,” the oldest was becoming more impatient by the second. ‘Is it really going to take him this long to figure it out?’
“Well, you want me,” he said finally after processing the news for some time. “I-I don’t really know what to say besides that, Rings. I mean-it’s just-weird, I guess.”
“I-” Ringo was lost for words. He couldn’t say he expected this although he didn’t really expect John to say it back in return. He did love Paul still after all. “No, it’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I completely understand, I’ll just lea-”
“No,” said John quickly, stopping Ringo from getting up from the hard bathroom floor. “I didn’t mean weird like you’re a fucking queer weirdo, get away from me. I meant weird as in-I just didn’t expect this is all.”
Their breathing was hard and both of their hearts felt as if they were beating a hundred times a second as their faces grew closer together. “Oh, well okay then,” Ringo whispered nervously as he moved in and pressed a soft and romantic kiss to John’s lips.
When they parted, the drummer looked down at John’s hands which were placed neatly on his upper thy, just mere inches away from his cock. “N-No,” Ringo whispered as John tried to pull his hands back into his own lap. “I-I don’t mind them being there all that much. You could-um, go a little higher if you like?”
John’s stomach churned with excitement and anxiety as he placed his hand on the jean covered crotch in front of him. He moved his finger over the forming bulge like he would have done with Paul, making Ringo purr softly with lust.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Ringo said quietly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back against the side of the bathtub in bliss. “I picture it every time I’m wanking. You’re down on your knees sucking my cock and when I finally come you swallow it all,” he said, his cheeks flushed.
John let out a soft cry of pleasure, focusing on paying back Paul in anyway he could. He was going to fuck Ringo and be as loud as humanly possible about it. He was going to do things to the shorter man that Paul only hoped another man would do to him some day. They were going to make the nastiest, most passionate, sweaty love the bassist would never receive.
“Oh, Ringo, love,” he said. “Come sit on my lap, the side of that tub can’t be all that comfortable,” Ringo nodded and did as was told; now resting his head against John’s soft and welcoming shoulder.
John’s hand stroked the hard cock of his older mate, letting the pre-come soak through his jeans. He pushed his own erection up against Ringo’s tight ass as he started to undo the blue-eyed man’s pants. “Have you ever had a man, darling?” he whispered lustily into Ringo’s ear. Ringo mumbled an almost inaudible ‘no’ and bucked up into John’s hand as his hard cock was finally taken out of his jeans, “Oh, I see you’re going commando too. Mm, that feels nice doesn’t it love? Having me stroke your huge cock?”
“Oh fuck yes,” the older man called out loudly. “F-Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me harder then you ever fucked Paul.”
“Yes,” John hissed, pleased that Ringo seemed to be in the same state of mind as him. “But you must be as loud as you can, don’t keep anything in. Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you tonight, and it’s going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had,” hissed John again as he ran the pad of his thumb over the very tip of Ringo’s erection.
Ringo sat up a little bit so that the younger man could undress him and himself fully, “Um-do you have any lotion or anything Johnny?” Ringo suddenly was overwhelmed with fear. He had never done this before and from what he had heard around Liverpool as a boy, having a cock up your ass hurt a lot.
“There should be some in that cabinet, darling,” replied John sweetly. The drummer quickly rummaged through the nearby cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of lotion, handing it to his band mate and then sitting back down on his lap.
John pressed a kiss to the side of Ringo’s neck as he uncapped the lotion, “I’m not going to lie; it hurts like shit but after a few minutes you get used to it and it starts to get really good. Just relax when I put it in.”
Ringo nodded and tried to do as John said but let out a loud gasp when one of John’s lubed fingers slipped into his tight hole. It hurt as it stretched his checks apart but the pleasure was also present. He was pleased to know that John was right when he said that after a few minutes it would get really good because it did. It was the best thing he had probably ever felt sexually.
“Oh, Johnny!” he yelped out in pleasure as John inserted another finger into his entrance and started to fuck him roughly with it. “John-oh, mm, another one,” he rocked his hips to meet his band mates thrusts. “Fucking-oh my God,” the drummer said loudly as John inserted a third finger and found his friend’s prostate. “Do that again, Lennon,” Ringo gasped, he thought he would come right there.
The guitarist continue to finger fuck Ringo for a little while more and then withdrew his fingers when he felt it was time. The older man let out a whimper, “Johnny, why’d you stop?”
He pressed a kissed to Ringo’s neck and pressed the tip of his erection up against the other one’s entrance, “It’s time for something else to go in there.” Ringo immediately tensed up, knowing what John was about to do. Three fingers were okay but a cock? That was out of the question but before he could argue John was already pushing himself into the tight warmth slowly.
“Ah, fuck. Johnny!” Ringo yelled out in pain, tears threatened to roll down his checks.
“Just relax, love,” John managed to say as he pushed himself fully into his best mate. “Oh, mm. You feel so good baby, much tighter and hotter then Paul,” Ringo blushed and tried to concentrate on the pleasure. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as he expected and he quickly grew use to the pleasurable feeling.
The younger man gradually started to push himself in and out of Ringo’s entrance, hitting his prostate at the same time. Ringo yelped out incoherent cries of pleasure and worked his hips to match John’s deep thrusts.
“Oh fuck, John-fuck me, love. Harder, I’m almost there,” their hips rock together, picking up speed as they rocked together.
“Come on, baby. Come for me Ringo,” John whispered into the other man’s ear. He grabbed his abandoned cock and started wanking it as fast as he could, Ringo held onto John’s hand as he reached his orgasm.
“Nnn, Johnny-I’m going to come,” John gave a few final thrusts, his own orgasm growing dangerously closer, and with one final thrust of their hips both the boys came together. Messy kisses of appreciation and sweaty limbs all over the place.
“Mm, Rings,” John croaked as the two boys rested on the bathroom floor. “That was really good, love. Did you enjoy it?”
“Mm,” was all the drummer could say in reply though, he was the definition of spent.
John giggled, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiled as he looked down at the sleepy and spent Beatle, “Mm, and you know what else, love?”
“What Johnny?” Ringo whispered, cuddling into John’s naked chest.
“I’m glad Paul and I aren’t together anymore.”
A big smiled appeared on Ringo’s face and he looked up at John, “Me too, Johnny.”
Author(s): hippie_chick69
Pairing: John/Ringo, John/Paul (implied)
Time Period: 1965
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual content, smut, language
Word count: 1,453
Summary: "They were going to make the nastiest, most passionate, sweaty love the bassist would never receive."
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line.
A/N: Sorry for any typos, I probably could have been proof read this better.
Part One
He said it so emotionless and plainly that John almost thought he was kidding. ‘He’s just trying to make me feel better,’ passed through the mind of the younger boy several times before he finally decided to speak again.
“Y-You what?” was all he could answer at this point however. ‘But he couldn’t be joking,’ John thought. ‘He has that serious expression on his face and he can never pull that off when he’s trying to crack a joke.’
“I want you, John,” repeated Ringo.
“You-want me?” asked the boy confused as if no one had ever said it to him before in his life.
“Yes, what are you stupid now too? I fucking want you, you git,” the oldest was becoming more impatient by the second. ‘Is it really going to take him this long to figure it out?’
“Well, you want me,” he said finally after processing the news for some time. “I-I don’t really know what to say besides that, Rings. I mean-it’s just-weird, I guess.”
“I-” Ringo was lost for words. He couldn’t say he expected this although he didn’t really expect John to say it back in return. He did love Paul still after all. “No, it’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I completely understand, I’ll just lea-”
“No,” said John quickly, stopping Ringo from getting up from the hard bathroom floor. “I didn’t mean weird like you’re a fucking queer weirdo, get away from me. I meant weird as in-I just didn’t expect this is all.”
Their breathing was hard and both of their hearts felt as if they were beating a hundred times a second as their faces grew closer together. “Oh, well okay then,” Ringo whispered nervously as he moved in and pressed a soft and romantic kiss to John’s lips.
When they parted, the drummer looked down at John’s hands which were placed neatly on his upper thy, just mere inches away from his cock. “N-No,” Ringo whispered as John tried to pull his hands back into his own lap. “I-I don’t mind them being there all that much. You could-um, go a little higher if you like?”
John’s stomach churned with excitement and anxiety as he placed his hand on the jean covered crotch in front of him. He moved his finger over the forming bulge like he would have done with Paul, making Ringo purr softly with lust.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Ringo said quietly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back against the side of the bathtub in bliss. “I picture it every time I’m wanking. You’re down on your knees sucking my cock and when I finally come you swallow it all,” he said, his cheeks flushed.
John let out a soft cry of pleasure, focusing on paying back Paul in anyway he could. He was going to fuck Ringo and be as loud as humanly possible about it. He was going to do things to the shorter man that Paul only hoped another man would do to him some day. They were going to make the nastiest, most passionate, sweaty love the bassist would never receive.
“Oh, Ringo, love,” he said. “Come sit on my lap, the side of that tub can’t be all that comfortable,” Ringo nodded and did as was told; now resting his head against John’s soft and welcoming shoulder.
John’s hand stroked the hard cock of his older mate, letting the pre-come soak through his jeans. He pushed his own erection up against Ringo’s tight ass as he started to undo the blue-eyed man’s pants. “Have you ever had a man, darling?” he whispered lustily into Ringo’s ear. Ringo mumbled an almost inaudible ‘no’ and bucked up into John’s hand as his hard cock was finally taken out of his jeans, “Oh, I see you’re going commando too. Mm, that feels nice doesn’t it love? Having me stroke your huge cock?”
“Oh fuck yes,” the older man called out loudly. “F-Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me harder then you ever fucked Paul.”
“Yes,” John hissed, pleased that Ringo seemed to be in the same state of mind as him. “But you must be as loud as you can, don’t keep anything in. Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you tonight, and it’s going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had,” hissed John again as he ran the pad of his thumb over the very tip of Ringo’s erection.
Ringo sat up a little bit so that the younger man could undress him and himself fully, “Um-do you have any lotion or anything Johnny?” Ringo suddenly was overwhelmed with fear. He had never done this before and from what he had heard around Liverpool as a boy, having a cock up your ass hurt a lot.
“There should be some in that cabinet, darling,” replied John sweetly. The drummer quickly rummaged through the nearby cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of lotion, handing it to his band mate and then sitting back down on his lap.
John pressed a kiss to the side of Ringo’s neck as he uncapped the lotion, “I’m not going to lie; it hurts like shit but after a few minutes you get used to it and it starts to get really good. Just relax when I put it in.”
Ringo nodded and tried to do as John said but let out a loud gasp when one of John’s lubed fingers slipped into his tight hole. It hurt as it stretched his checks apart but the pleasure was also present. He was pleased to know that John was right when he said that after a few minutes it would get really good because it did. It was the best thing he had probably ever felt sexually.
“Oh, Johnny!” he yelped out in pleasure as John inserted another finger into his entrance and started to fuck him roughly with it. “John-oh, mm, another one,” he rocked his hips to meet his band mates thrusts. “Fucking-oh my God,” the drummer said loudly as John inserted a third finger and found his friend’s prostate. “Do that again, Lennon,” Ringo gasped, he thought he would come right there.
The guitarist continue to finger fuck Ringo for a little while more and then withdrew his fingers when he felt it was time. The older man let out a whimper, “Johnny, why’d you stop?”
He pressed a kissed to Ringo’s neck and pressed the tip of his erection up against the other one’s entrance, “It’s time for something else to go in there.” Ringo immediately tensed up, knowing what John was about to do. Three fingers were okay but a cock? That was out of the question but before he could argue John was already pushing himself into the tight warmth slowly.
“Ah, fuck. Johnny!” Ringo yelled out in pain, tears threatened to roll down his checks.
“Just relax, love,” John managed to say as he pushed himself fully into his best mate. “Oh, mm. You feel so good baby, much tighter and hotter then Paul,” Ringo blushed and tried to concentrate on the pleasure. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as he expected and he quickly grew use to the pleasurable feeling.
The younger man gradually started to push himself in and out of Ringo’s entrance, hitting his prostate at the same time. Ringo yelped out incoherent cries of pleasure and worked his hips to match John’s deep thrusts.
“Oh fuck, John-fuck me, love. Harder, I’m almost there,” their hips rock together, picking up speed as they rocked together.
“Come on, baby. Come for me Ringo,” John whispered into the other man’s ear. He grabbed his abandoned cock and started wanking it as fast as he could, Ringo held onto John’s hand as he reached his orgasm.
“Nnn, Johnny-I’m going to come,” John gave a few final thrusts, his own orgasm growing dangerously closer, and with one final thrust of their hips both the boys came together. Messy kisses of appreciation and sweaty limbs all over the place.
“Mm, Rings,” John croaked as the two boys rested on the bathroom floor. “That was really good, love. Did you enjoy it?”
“Mm,” was all the drummer could say in reply though, he was the definition of spent.
John giggled, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiled as he looked down at the sleepy and spent Beatle, “Mm, and you know what else, love?”
“What Johnny?” Ringo whispered, cuddling into John’s naked chest.
“I’m glad Paul and I aren’t together anymore.”
A big smiled appeared on Ringo’s face and he looked up at John, “Me too, Johnny.”