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Title: Push me, and then just touch me.
Author: Peach E D.
Pairing: J/G
Rating: NC-17
Time frame: 1964
Warnings: dicks and the touching of dicks. And other things to do with dicks.
A/N: Dicks. I'm a dick writer. You can either take that one way or another.
A/N 2: I'm horribly un-beta'd right now, so damn busy. So extra warnings for really bad plot or lack thereof.
Disclaimer: I don't know what it was like during the shooting of AHDN, and I certainly don't know what George or John did during so. Nor would I know their opinions of Paul's ass.
begin
"Jesus Christ!" John exclaimed tripping over George's bottom. The cameras rolling, and it captured their entire fall, soon to be a part of their feature film. Filming A Hard Day's night was a mixed emotional ride. Sometimes you were enjoying yourself, having at it, then other days, it was dreadfully boring and exhausting. Today, particularly, it was going fairly interestingly.
Brushing the dirt from his knees, George stood and offered John a hand. John swept his hand away and stood on his own. George backed away nervously and apologized, chuckling a little.
"Ah, it-"
"You okay?" Ringo interrupted with concern. John looked at him with fairly austere expression.
"Yeah we're fine," George kept his eyes between the ground and John.
~
On entering their real back stage area, they were seating in spots to be loaded up with make-up.
John was irritable, and had no time for shit. Lots of shit. Like George. He saw George eying him all the time. It was quite the aggravation, especially since John always kind of wanted to try out a little bit of Geo. Especially since John Lennon always gets what he wants.
~
After final takes of their last scene for the day, John was basically cripple. Drained of all energy, except for being extremely hot and heavy. All day was frantic, John would have guessed George was being purposely irresistible. Every little movement, every little thing he did, couldn't stop John from casually sailing his eyes over George's small frame, skinny legs and cute bum. Dear god, it was even cuter than Paul's.
He looked up from his spot in the back of the stage room. He was sitting on the floor in their fake hotel room set. The place was deserted, most people had already gone home, in exception to George, who was walking towards him.
"What're you still doing 'ere?"
Why are you still here?
"Thinking," The words left his mouth lazily.
"'Bout what?"
George, have I told you you're a nosy little bitch?
"You, you cunt." shit.
George's face reddened and ogled John like a fool. John looked up and snorted.
He looked like a fool, but a gorgeous fool.
The younger Beatle took a seat beside John, moving hesitantly closer.
"You too?" What a queer, George.
John rolled his eyes, but George met his lips mid-way.
It was no surprise he would kiss him, but John slight stupor was that george kissed him first.
He soaked in every second of it. Taking the appropriate chance, he dipped his tongue in, lapping up the taste of cigarettes. George moaned and purred into his mouth. John pulled back, putting his hands on Geo's waist, keeping a hard stare on George's face. He worked his hands down. George stopped him, overpowered him and started working his hands on John's trousers. John made attempts to sit up and put his mouth on George's, hoping he could get dominance back, but the straddling was keeping him down. George stopped for a moment, placed a soft kiss on John's lips, and continued to unbutton.
Slipping his hand around John's dick, hard and hot, he moved his fingers up, down and around. Intoxicating moans slipped from them both. He lingered his movements along John's length. John's vision was getting fuzzy and an erotic haze was flushing his skin. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head, and then it all stopped.
Groaning at the loss of connection, he looked up at a blank George. George gazed back.
"you like that?" George's voice was tender.
Getting up, he attempted to fix himself, but John stood and tackled George to the couch. Their lips met in a rough and heated collision. They moved their midsections in a swaying motion together. They both started to flush, feeling every touch a thousand time more intense. John's dick was jabbing George's clothed crotch, it was torture being so close. Every touch was a spark and jolt of pleasure, tearing up his body.
He shrewdly straddled George's pants off, feeling the need to touch George. To touch everywhere. A hungry, lustful need for George. Stopping their rhythmic movement, "why are you doing this?" he said abruptly. George looked up at him, his hair slightly disheveled, eyes lucid.
"Wha-what?" His eyes opened a little more.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?"
"I-I don't... what?" he seemed a little more alert.
"You're just going to ignore it all. Act like nothing ever happened. Pretend we never did anything," John was very stern, but his face was still a deep shade of red.
"Are you kidding me?" George's voice was thick.
"Don't you think it's a little ridiculous to get self-conscience right now? You know I want this. All of this."
John focused his eyes on George's face. He slowly leaned over him, getting very close to George's face.
"You don't know how hard I want you." He swallowed a lump in his throat.
Every word must have been just audible among the two of them.
Sitting back up to straddle George, they took a brief moment to okay each other mentally with their eyes. John went back on George's trousers.
Relieving himself of his and George's pants, he took a moment to look at George's hardness before lowering himself to purge George's member in his mouth. John bobbed his head slowly, swallowing more and more every time he went down. George was gasping little moans. Once John started working his tongue, George began to get louder, switching from purring to calling John's name.
John pulled up, saliva creating a bridge between his bottom lip and George's tip. George stared back at him with heavily lidded eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but John went back to work on his erection.
The younger man's climax wasn't far from distance, and John was inputting more and more effort to push him into releasing. He moved his tongue around ever inch of Geo's member, alternating between licking and suckling. George's hand latched on to John's head and he released into his mouth, creating a hot mess with John's saliva. John hesitantly consumed the mix.
Head fallen back, George appeared to be asleep. John rolled off the couch onto the floor. He felt a hand run through his hair, combing the ends and back again. It was soothing-- but it did nothing for his throbbing erection.
Geo ran a finger along John's chest, tracing down to his hips then his crotch. Grasping the thick base, he slid awkwardly up to the tip. John still felt a strong sensation of pleasure strike up his body. George rolled down to fix John.
He arched his back further along every stroke. He was taking long, patient strides. John was digging his nails into the floor.
George put his mouth to John's as he felt a rush flow through John, knowingly
feeling his orgasm approach. He stole John's moan of pleasure in his mouth and stroked one last time to his release. John could feel George's still hand on the tip of his dick, semen spurting on and around it. He opened his eyes to look at George.
"You're such a little bitch," John's mouth was small, but open.
"I enjoyed it too." George's face hinted a lazy smile.
John's mouth curved into a sincere smile.
End,
Peachy
.
Author: Peach E D.
Pairing: J/G
Rating: NC-17
Time frame: 1964
Warnings: dicks and the touching of dicks. And other things to do with dicks.
A/N: Dicks. I'm a dick writer. You can either take that one way or another.
A/N 2: I'm horribly un-beta'd right now, so damn busy. So extra warnings for really bad plot or lack thereof.
Disclaimer: I don't know what it was like during the shooting of AHDN, and I certainly don't know what George or John did during so. Nor would I know their opinions of Paul's ass.
begin
"Jesus Christ!" John exclaimed tripping over George's bottom. The cameras rolling, and it captured their entire fall, soon to be a part of their feature film. Filming A Hard Day's night was a mixed emotional ride. Sometimes you were enjoying yourself, having at it, then other days, it was dreadfully boring and exhausting. Today, particularly, it was going fairly interestingly.
Brushing the dirt from his knees, George stood and offered John a hand. John swept his hand away and stood on his own. George backed away nervously and apologized, chuckling a little.
"Ah, it-"
"You okay?" Ringo interrupted with concern. John looked at him with fairly austere expression.
"Yeah we're fine," George kept his eyes between the ground and John.
~
On entering their real back stage area, they were seating in spots to be loaded up with make-up.
John was irritable, and had no time for shit. Lots of shit. Like George. He saw George eying him all the time. It was quite the aggravation, especially since John always kind of wanted to try out a little bit of Geo. Especially since John Lennon always gets what he wants.
~
After final takes of their last scene for the day, John was basically cripple. Drained of all energy, except for being extremely hot and heavy. All day was frantic, John would have guessed George was being purposely irresistible. Every little movement, every little thing he did, couldn't stop John from casually sailing his eyes over George's small frame, skinny legs and cute bum. Dear god, it was even cuter than Paul's.
He looked up from his spot in the back of the stage room. He was sitting on the floor in their fake hotel room set. The place was deserted, most people had already gone home, in exception to George, who was walking towards him.
"What're you still doing 'ere?"
Why are you still here?
"Thinking," The words left his mouth lazily.
"'Bout what?"
George, have I told you you're a nosy little bitch?
"You, you cunt." shit.
George's face reddened and ogled John like a fool. John looked up and snorted.
He looked like a fool, but a gorgeous fool.
The younger Beatle took a seat beside John, moving hesitantly closer.
"You too?" What a queer, George.
John rolled his eyes, but George met his lips mid-way.
It was no surprise he would kiss him, but John slight stupor was that george kissed him first.
He soaked in every second of it. Taking the appropriate chance, he dipped his tongue in, lapping up the taste of cigarettes. George moaned and purred into his mouth. John pulled back, putting his hands on Geo's waist, keeping a hard stare on George's face. He worked his hands down. George stopped him, overpowered him and started working his hands on John's trousers. John made attempts to sit up and put his mouth on George's, hoping he could get dominance back, but the straddling was keeping him down. George stopped for a moment, placed a soft kiss on John's lips, and continued to unbutton.
Slipping his hand around John's dick, hard and hot, he moved his fingers up, down and around. Intoxicating moans slipped from them both. He lingered his movements along John's length. John's vision was getting fuzzy and an erotic haze was flushing his skin. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head, and then it all stopped.
Groaning at the loss of connection, he looked up at a blank George. George gazed back.
"you like that?" George's voice was tender.
Getting up, he attempted to fix himself, but John stood and tackled George to the couch. Their lips met in a rough and heated collision. They moved their midsections in a swaying motion together. They both started to flush, feeling every touch a thousand time more intense. John's dick was jabbing George's clothed crotch, it was torture being so close. Every touch was a spark and jolt of pleasure, tearing up his body.
He shrewdly straddled George's pants off, feeling the need to touch George. To touch everywhere. A hungry, lustful need for George. Stopping their rhythmic movement, "why are you doing this?" he said abruptly. George looked up at him, his hair slightly disheveled, eyes lucid.
"Wha-what?" His eyes opened a little more.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?"
"I-I don't... what?" he seemed a little more alert.
"You're just going to ignore it all. Act like nothing ever happened. Pretend we never did anything," John was very stern, but his face was still a deep shade of red.
"Are you kidding me?" George's voice was thick.
"Don't you think it's a little ridiculous to get self-conscience right now? You know I want this. All of this."
John focused his eyes on George's face. He slowly leaned over him, getting very close to George's face.
"You don't know how hard I want you." He swallowed a lump in his throat.
Every word must have been just audible among the two of them.
Sitting back up to straddle George, they took a brief moment to okay each other mentally with their eyes. John went back on George's trousers.
Relieving himself of his and George's pants, he took a moment to look at George's hardness before lowering himself to purge George's member in his mouth. John bobbed his head slowly, swallowing more and more every time he went down. George was gasping little moans. Once John started working his tongue, George began to get louder, switching from purring to calling John's name.
John pulled up, saliva creating a bridge between his bottom lip and George's tip. George stared back at him with heavily lidded eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but John went back to work on his erection.
The younger man's climax wasn't far from distance, and John was inputting more and more effort to push him into releasing. He moved his tongue around ever inch of Geo's member, alternating between licking and suckling. George's hand latched on to John's head and he released into his mouth, creating a hot mess with John's saliva. John hesitantly consumed the mix.
Head fallen back, George appeared to be asleep. John rolled off the couch onto the floor. He felt a hand run through his hair, combing the ends and back again. It was soothing-- but it did nothing for his throbbing erection.
Geo ran a finger along John's chest, tracing down to his hips then his crotch. Grasping the thick base, he slid awkwardly up to the tip. John still felt a strong sensation of pleasure strike up his body. George rolled down to fix John.
He arched his back further along every stroke. He was taking long, patient strides. John was digging his nails into the floor.
George put his mouth to John's as he felt a rush flow through John, knowingly
feeling his orgasm approach. He stole John's moan of pleasure in his mouth and stroked one last time to his release. John could feel George's still hand on the tip of his dick, semen spurting on and around it. He opened his eyes to look at George.
"You're such a little bitch," John's mouth was small, but open.
"I enjoyed it too." George's face hinted a lazy smile.
John's mouth curved into a sincere smile.
End,
Peachy
.