"I don't fucking get you Lennon! He can't play, he doesn't even face the crowd!" I pushed him, angrily. "You're the one that's so set on getting famous, but he's holding us back, and you fucking know it
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"Why are you so set on having him in the band?! He's ruining us! You know he is!" I shoved his hand away from me. "He doesn't even really want to be here."
I shoved him back against the wall again and glared. I hated when he fucking did this. Just had to get all up in arms about something pointless.
"How would you know what he wants? You don't know shit about him!" I backed away from him and started pacing.
"You're the fucking one who's so bloody goddamn selfish! And you're nothing but a fucking show off. Look at me! Look at me! I'm Paul bloody fucking Mccartney."
"I'm being selfish?! What the fuck are you talking about! You're the one being selfish, wanting to keep someone who's shit in the band, holding us back from ever going anywhere! You're a fucking idiot, Lennon!" I clenched my hands into fists, wanting nothing more than to punch some sense into John. "Fuck you! You know I'm right, but you just want to keep your perfect Stuart around!"
My perfect Stuart? What the fuck was he on about he was acting jealous as a--my mind stopped.
I stopped and looked at him. He was jealous. It was all over his face, but why the hell was he jealous as if this was all some kind of...relationship?
That only pissed me off more. But...it made me nervous too.
"What do you mean by that? You've always acted like an ass to him, so what's it really all about then? You got something you're hiding, Paul?" I lit my cigarette and took a slow step towards him.
I felt my face heat with a blush, my eyes widen a little. But I quickly turned my expression back to a glare. "I'm hiding something? What about you?! Worshiping the ground he fucking walks on and wanting him so desperately to be in the band, even though he can't play!"
"I'm not fucking queer!" My face was red and I spat out the first thing that came to mind. "You're the queer one! Is Stu you're boyfriend? Huh? Fucking faggot." I wanted to step back but I was frozen in place.
He turned red and for me that was an answer enough. I wasn't sure what to do...baiting him a little more would be entertaining. Pissing him off and seeing if he slipped up...he probably would.
He'd been a fucking pouf this whole time and I'd had no idea. How was that possible?
"I think that sounds more like you're little fantasy. Something you're dreaming up in your head." I pushed him slightly.
"And you're jealous it's not you, aren't you? Jealous you're not the one sucking my cock?" I grinned. I pushed his shoulder again and he fell back into the wall.
"Never thought you'd end up wanting it." I grinned. "But then, when you've got a mouth like yours, and a face like a girl's I guess you just end up wanting to bend over and take it, yeah?"
"S-shut up," I hissed, my teeth clenching together. "You're wrong!" I shoved him, not wanting to even look at him. Fuck, I felt sick and I had to blink back tears. "Don't go pushing your ways on me, you fucking queer bastard."
I fell back for a minute and then walked back to him. This was really just getting interesting. He was so pissed; so intense right now. Something kept pulling me towards him.
"My ways, huh? I'm not the one acting like a jealous little girl." I grinned. He was getting worked up and there was something I liked about it.
I gripped the waistband of his pants and pulled him off the wall. I turned his back to mine and gripped a handful of his hair. Shit....this felt good.
"Is this what you're thinking about?" I whispered in his ear and bent him forward; rolling my hips into his butt and then--I froze. Faltered for just a second.
What was I doing?
I glanced down at his back and felt my skin warm. I pushed him away from me suddenly and stood back. Wiping my hand down my thigh.
"Shit, Paul." I looked around and ran my fingers through my hair. I lit a cigarette nervously and watched him.
I felt frozen until he pushed me away, and I stood up straight. I was so ashamed, so angry.
"F-fuck you, John," I hissed, my vision becoming blurry. I had to get away from him. I turned to the door and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I waited for a second. I wante dhim back here...I wanted to follow him. I moved to the door and jerked it open.
"Paul! Paul, come back. I was only joking!" I moved out the door and ran after him catching his arm and pulled him to a stop.
"Look, stop! I was kidding, Mccartney!" I said holding his arm. I knew I'd gone a little too far with this, but really...I just wanted to touch him more.
I jerked my arm away from him, not wanting to be touched. Kidding?! Of course. John, always with his fucking jokes.
"I'm not a fucking queer," was all I could think to say. I hated myself for the images in my head. John bending me over again, but this time not to mock me.
I shivered at the thought, becoming even angrier.
Yes, I wanted him. But he would never get me to admit it.
I nodded slightly; my teeth beginning to sink into my lips. I watched him for a moment. His eyes were so heated and dark, and I found myself only wanting to touch him again.
I squinted at him and shook my head; waving him off in a short manner.
"I know, I know. Don't get your knickers in a twist. You started calling me one first anyhow. It's--not really like that." I glanced to the floor.
Sometimes I'd wanted it to be but Stu had fallen for Astrid before I'd had much of a chance to do...a lot.
"With Stu, I mean." I sighed and took a few backward steps towards our room. "I've got a bit of scotch, why don't we have a drink, yeah?"
"Yeah, sure." I walked back to our rooms, leaving the door open for John. I sat down on the bed and dragged a hand over my face. Fuck, I really needed a drink.
"If I said I want him here then he fucking stays here!" I threw him back against a wall and shouted. "I don't fucking care if you don't get me, Paul."
I stepped closer and jabbed my finger into his chest.
"You either follow what I say or you can fucking leave."
I didn't get why he had something so against Stu but it was seriously beginning to get on my nerve. He was such a whiny shit sometimes.
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"How would you know what he wants? You don't know shit about him!" I backed away from him and started pacing.
"You're the fucking one who's so bloody goddamn selfish! And you're nothing but a fucking show off. Look at me! Look at me! I'm Paul bloody fucking Mccartney."
I seethed and searched for a cigarette.
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I stopped and looked at him. He was jealous. It was all over his face, but why the hell was he jealous as if this was all some kind of...relationship?
That only pissed me off more. But...it made me nervous too.
"What do you mean by that? You've always acted like an ass to him, so what's it really all about then? You got something you're hiding, Paul?" I lit my cigarette and took a slow step towards him.
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"You're jealous. Fucking jealous as a girl. What the fuck's wrong with you, Paul? You queer or something?"
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He'd been a fucking pouf this whole time and I'd had no idea. How was that possible?
"I think that sounds more like you're little fantasy. Something you're dreaming up in your head." I pushed him slightly.
"And you're jealous it's not you, aren't you? Jealous you're not the one sucking my cock?" I grinned. I pushed his shoulder again and he fell back into the wall.
"Never thought you'd end up wanting it." I grinned. "But then, when you've got a mouth like yours, and a face like a girl's I guess you just end up wanting to bend over and take it, yeah?"
I was going to far...but it was fun.
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"My ways, huh? I'm not the one acting like a jealous little girl." I grinned. He was getting worked up and there was something I liked about it.
I gripped the waistband of his pants and pulled him off the wall. I turned his back to mine and gripped a handful of his hair. Shit....this felt good.
"Is this what you're thinking about?" I whispered in his ear and bent him forward; rolling my hips into his butt and then--I froze. Faltered for just a second.
What was I doing?
I glanced down at his back and felt my skin warm. I pushed him away from me suddenly and stood back. Wiping my hand down my thigh.
"Shit, Paul." I looked around and ran my fingers through my hair. I lit a cigarette nervously and watched him.
"Just lay off the whole Stu thing, alright?"
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Oh, god.
I felt frozen until he pushed me away, and I stood up straight. I was so ashamed, so angry.
"F-fuck you, John," I hissed, my vision becoming blurry. I had to get away from him. I turned to the door and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
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"Paul! Paul, come back. I was only joking!" I moved out the door and ran after him catching his arm and pulled him to a stop.
"Look, stop! I was kidding, Mccartney!" I said holding his arm. I knew I'd gone a little too far with this, but really...I just wanted to touch him more.
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"I'm not a fucking queer," was all I could think to say. I hated myself for the images in my head. John bending me over again, but this time not to mock me.
I shivered at the thought, becoming even angrier.
Yes, I wanted him. But he would never get me to admit it.
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I squinted at him and shook my head; waving him off in a short manner.
"I know, I know. Don't get your knickers in a twist. You started calling me one first anyhow. It's--not really like that." I glanced to the floor.
Sometimes I'd wanted it to be but Stu had fallen for Astrid before I'd had much of a chance to do...a lot.
"With Stu, I mean." I sighed and took a few backward steps towards our room. "I've got a bit of scotch, why don't we have a drink, yeah?"
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"Yeah, sure." I walked back to our rooms, leaving the door open for John. I sat down on the bed and dragged a hand over my face. Fuck, I really needed a drink.
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