Fic: Bright in the Colour of Our Voice
Title: Bright in the Colour of Our Voice
Author: eleanor_rigby1
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Paul
Disclaimer: I don't own Lennon or McCartney and this is fiction.
Cross-posted at johnheartpaul
With a sidelong glance Paul is silver, Paul is sweat and light and leather, and John could be thirteen again, like the first time he saw him.
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The only thing between them is a microphone and Hamburg is the best thing that’s happened to John tonight-his breath is rock’n roll and he can sing whatever he likes, whatever he likes and grinning, he can feel Paul’s hand brush the back of his as he strums-
***
When the set ends they stagger through the club laughing and Paul is gold
“-sound so good, so good Johnny, we could make it, we could-“ with such sure optimism now, it scares and excites him,
“-John, we could make it.”
***
It is strange to think they were boys together, just boys, and this is nineteen.
***
Outside, Paul’s lashes kiss his cheekbones as he leans into John to light his fag and John might do so too as Paul, hazel with mischief, grins up at him from under them.
John’s palm hits the grimy brick the same moment Paul’s back does and wait, wait
-John loves him.
***
Their silhouette is shadowed and bathing red and yeah, maybe-maybe, maybe they could make it-
Author: eleanor_rigby1
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Paul
Disclaimer: I don't own Lennon or McCartney and this is fiction.
Cross-posted at johnheartpaul
With a sidelong glance Paul is silver, Paul is sweat and light and leather, and John could be thirteen again, like the first time he saw him.
***
The only thing between them is a microphone and Hamburg is the best thing that’s happened to John tonight-his breath is rock’n roll and he can sing whatever he likes, whatever he likes and grinning, he can feel Paul’s hand brush the back of his as he strums-
***
When the set ends they stagger through the club laughing and Paul is gold
“-sound so good, so good Johnny, we could make it, we could-“ with such sure optimism now, it scares and excites him,
“-John, we could make it.”
***
It is strange to think they were boys together, just boys, and this is nineteen.
***
Outside, Paul’s lashes kiss his cheekbones as he leans into John to light his fag and John might do so too as Paul, hazel with mischief, grins up at him from under them.
John’s palm hits the grimy brick the same moment Paul’s back does and wait, wait
-John loves him.
***
Their silhouette is shadowed and bathing red and yeah, maybe-maybe, maybe they could make it-