Lover's Beginning
Fandom : The Beatles (Slash)
Title : Lover's Beginning
Characters : Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John Lennon
Pairings : Paul/Ringo, mentions of George/John
Rating : NC-17, sex my friend, lots of it.
Warnings : Sexy times, angst, language, unbeta'd so all mistakes are very much mine and I apologize from the bottom of me little witty heart.
Disclaimer : I do not own the Beatles *sad sigh*, and all of this is fictional *triple sad sigh*.
Author's Notes : I know Lover's Spit was two part, but I didn't think this one needed to be. I hope you enjoy this one, and I hope I'm getting better at characteristics. XD
Summary : After George and John become an item, Ringo tries to pursue the very stubborn Paul McCharmly.
Paul could see George and John exchanging dirty whispers between each other, both becoming redder and touchier the longer they stayed in the bar. Paul groaned. He was fine with George and John, couldn’t give a damn about their queer love tundra, they were his mates. But it was annoying when the two of them had both each other’s attention and the attention of every bloody bird in the Cavern. It was as if George and John were keeping tally of how many birds came, making a contest out it all. Damn waist. They’d get these birds all excited and flustered and never go through with it because they were too obsessed with each other’s asses. Just as the bird he’d been eyeing all night went over to talk to the partners in crime, Ringo came over, a goofy grin on his face. He gave Paul a pat on the back and sat down next to him.
He was beautiful, Ringo thought. Really, truly beautiful. It was almost unfair. John was pretty but no offense to his mate, Paul was a bloody princess. With his doe eyes and sweet cherub cheeks. He couldn’t even begin to describe those pink lips, so plump and begging for a good nibble. He took a big breath before ordering some beer. He looked back over at his mate to see Paul sending daggers in John and George’s direction. Somehow, men talking amongst themselves sensually attracted the ladies. He knew Paul wasn’t homophobic but he also knew the painful truth that Paul was as straight as the pole John and George nearly fucked each other on two weeks ago. Sometimes he thought he could see Paul looking at him longer than the others but alls hopeful thinking when you’re in love. Ringo wasn’t ashamed of it, it was just how it was. He didn’t want to brood and fester over it, that was George and John’s thing. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed Paul only wanted to be friends, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy being friends for the moment. He’d come around…hopefully.
Just as the bird Paul’d fancied started stroking John’s arm, he could see a fierce look of jealousy cross George’s face. It must of been hard hiding something like that. And trying to leash John? Paul chuckled at the thought.
“What is it?” Ringo asked.
“Must be hard dating John.” Paul sighed, taking another sip of beer, watching as John winked and George looked more jealous than before. One of George’s hand dropped from his beer and went behind John discreetly. John let out a rather girly yelp all of a sudden, startling the bird and George let out a heroic laugh, Paul himself impressed at the way John blushed and took a step away from the girl, leaning closer to George.
“I’ll be damned, maybe he can do it.” Paul said out loud.
“Do what?”
“Keep John on a leash.” Paul said, smiling at the oldest member of their band. Paul always noticed how nice Ringo looked after a performance. Despite their sweaty state, there was something appealing about the way Ringo’s shaggy hair stuck to his forehead and the way his blue eyes shinned in adrenaline drenched excitement. And his neck was impressive. He often wondered why more birds didn’t go for him. But that’s as deep as he could appreciate his fellow mates features, he wasn’t queer and he definitely wasn’t queer for Ringo. Ringo laughed at Paul’s comment, a faint blush on his cheeks. Probably from the beer.
“There had to be someone to contain John Lennon, we know poor Mimi tried.” Ringo said, taking a good gulp of beer.
“Who knew it’d be George.” Paul said.
“I did.” Ringo smiled.
“How so?!” Paul exclaimed, interested in Ringo’s explanation, and it better of been good.
Ringo gulped. He knew he had to try. Maybe he could hint at their possibly blooming relationship through John and George. Ringo was willing to take a leap of faith for psychology. He looked over at George and John. Honestly, they just seemed to fit perfect together. John’s witty hard nature melted into George’s safe quiet warmth. He let out a sigh, feeling Paul’s expectant eyes on him. Birds had finally started to leave them be and despite the crazy dancing that surrounded them, George and John were standing still, George tracing the lines on John’s palms.
“You know how George followed John everywhere?” Paul nodded. “Well, that’s because George loved John. He felt inspired by John’s very existence, just being around him sent shivers down his spine and beautiful lyrics to his mind. Now, John, John’s more tricky. Because he grew up the way he did, he denied himself the idea of a male partner, despite the thought being in the back of his mind, more specifically, when he was around George. George was the boy of John’s dreams, always loyal, always there for him, never leaving, stuck to his side no matter what. Did you ever see John complain about George following him around?” Paul shook his head slowly, as if shocked by Ringo’s long analysis.
“Cause deep down, he as well loved George. It only took a matter of time before they’d finally admit it…I was just waiting for the day they’d fuck each other.” Ringo laughed.
Paul was speechless. The bloody bastard did know what he was talking about. He looked back at John and George, the way they stood close and George quickly giving his lover eskimo kisses before anyone could notice. For the first time since George and John became an item, he actually felt a little…jealous. They really were in love weren’t they? It wasn’t just shagging buddies. It couldn’t be with the vulnerable submissive look John gave George. He knew John, and he knew John never made that face. And yet here his mate was, looking exactly like that, just for George. He wasn’t jealous of not being with them, but jealous of not having the love they had, he wanted to feel that open with someone. He felt a hand grab his own and it made him startle. He looked to see Ringo, dare he say, sad. It was a shock to say the least. The world’s happiest young man looked at Paul with sad blue eyes, ten times more fierce than his excited eyes, a million times more piercing. Ringo looked down at his feet. Paul felt like he’d done something wrong, but he had no clue what it was he had done wrong.
“Right, I’m gonna go. This is a drag.” Paul stood up, patting Ringo’s shoulder as he grabbed his leather jacket. Ringo grinned.
“See ya later, mate.” Ringo said. As Paul put his jacket on and looked down at his mate, he noticed how nice his nose was. It complimented his features. Paul lifted the collar of his jacket and walked towards the exit.
“Wait!” Ringo called. Paul spun around to find Ringo extremely close, their noses brushing together, which sent aching shivers down Paul’s thighs. His mind short circuited at his body’s reaction to Ringo’s closeness, the breath of his mate winding against his chin, the skin on Paul’s body suddenly feeling cold, begging for warmth, the only warmth available emitting from Ringo’s body and making his body pulse with strange sensation.
“George and John’s love isn’t hard to find. You just have to open your eyes wide enough to know who loves you like that. And somebody loves you like that, Paul McCartney. Someone very close.” Ringo said, knowing his words were all to obvious for much hinting, but you could be surprised at how incredibly dense Paul was at times. Paul held back the moan in the back of his throat. Ringo’s eyes stayed on Paul’s a moment, sending another aching shiver through his body, making his cock twitch. Without warning, Ringo left, leaving him cold and wanting more of whatever he experienced.
Ringo smiled at himself as he walked away from Paul. He could see the tent in Paul’s pants, and those cherub cheeks glow bright red. From now on, he had a whole new respect for psychology. He fucking loved psychology. He was going to write a letter to whatever caveman bloke thought it up and thank him.
❤
“What does it feel like?” John spat his coca-cola and George turned bright red.
“What the fuck do you mean, McCharmly?” John gasped, George handing him a few napkins to clean up his mess.
“You know, what does it feel like to get fucked by a bloke?” Paul asked. George let out a sigh and John squeezed the bridge of his nose, redder than George. Wait…it wasn’t George that took it up the bum?
“Paul!” John exclaimed, only then did he realize he asked the question out loud. He did that a lot now-a-days, he wasn’t the same since the Ringo situation, whatever the bloody hell “that” was. He sleep with every bird he saw, trying to get the same feeling but all that happened was that he got bored. Bloody bored! How could he be bored of pussy all of a sudden? He loved it last time he checked.
“I mean, we tried the other way around once and it wasn’t as good.” George said. John hit his head against the table a couple times.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” Paul said, taking a sip of his milkshake.
“It feels good, alright? Really good. Better than a bird.” John whispered.
“Better than a bird?!”
“Shhh! Yes, alright? And you have to love the boy who’s fucking ye to get the full affect.” John hissed.
“I love you too, babe.” George smiled, fixing one of John’s straggling hairs.
“Well, of course you do, I’m bloody fabulous.” John smiled.
“Better than a bird?” Paul asked again, but his question went unheard by his currently flirting friends. He couldn’t understand it. How could getting a dick up your arse be nice? He didn’t even know what size Ringo was. He instantly cringed at his own thought. He looked up to find both of his friends staring at him with wide eyes. Shit. Both gents starting laughing at Paul’s embarrassed face.
“So you finally found out, did ye? Take you bloody long enough.” John chuckled.
“Find out what?!” Silence.
“He likes ya, Paul. You’re as dense as a fucking fruit cake.” John sighed.
“I can’t believe you never noticed. Poor Rings.” George said in equal sympathy.
“Well, no help to the two of you bloody puffs!” Paul hollered, getting up out of his seat and leaving. He could hear his friends call after him but he knew they wouldn’t come after him. Why would Ringo like Paul? He was putting himself up for disappointment. He was straight, he liked birds. He wasn’t a fucking queer. Fuck John and George and their lies. It did not feel good having a dick up his ass, he was sure of it. He looked up to see Ringo’s doorbell. He gulped. He was straight. He wasn’t curious. Ding-dong, ding-dong. He didn’t think Ringo was attractive, and he had absolutely no affect on Paul’s body…whatsoever. He let out a shaky breath. Why was he scared? He was just going to chat with his mate. Show him the new song John and George were too busy to focus on. Yes. Ringo opened the door, a towel over his shoulder, wearing a thin tank top.
“Bit chilly for a tank don’t cha think?” Paul said, his voice slightly groggy and strange.
“Bit chilly to be walking around by yer self ain’t it?” Ringo retorted, smiling as he dried off his hair with the towel. “Come in.” He said, moving out of the way.
“Ta.” Paul walked in and looked around. “Where’s the parents?”
“Went to some new grocery store downtown.” Ringo replied, closing the door. Paul closed his eyes.
“You alright, mate?” Ringo asked, resting a hand on his shoulder. Paul felt that ache in his knees and the jolt in his trousers, letting out a rather whorish moan. Ringo’s eyes widen, his mouth dropping a bit. Paul shoved his hand off and backed away, hiding his tented pants with the song book in his hand.
“I’m not a fucking queer.” Paul hissed. Ringo’s face turned hurt and Paul immediately regretted saying it. Why did it have to be him that had the power to turn Ringo the unbreakable happy man into a sad hurt boy.
Ringo felt his throat close, he knew John and George wouldn’t be able to keep their mouths shut, but he hoped Paul would look less appalled and freaked. He could feel his chest give into the pain he usually ignored.
“I never said you were.” Ringo whispered. He didn’t want to be sad, or hurt, he wanted to laugh off his friend’s little outburst, but so much of him was in that outburst, currently being stabbed by his mate. His…love.
“Ringo-“
“I didn’t expect you to return my feelings, Paul. I was hopeful…as would be any bloke in love. I can’t stop myself but I will silence myself. I promise, I can make this work, I can-“ Paul’s lips were against his. Before he could give into it, he pulled Paul away, looking at him hard.
“What are you doing?”
Paul could feel his cheeks heat up and his body beg for more of Ringo, just Ringo. The second he could have his lips against Rings’, his mind was pooling with all the things he noticed about Ringo. He was drunk on Ringo’s everything. Bloody high.
“I want you.” Paul whispered, brushing his lips against Ringo’s, hearing the soft moan escape Ringo’s lips as Paul did so.
“I couldn’t take you breaking my heart, McCharmly.” Ringo whispered.
“You might just have to.” Paul whined, pulling Ringo’s hand onto the front of his trousers, begging for Ringo to just touch him already. “Please…”
Ringo palmed Paul’s hard cock, Paul convulsing forehead and burying his head into Ringo’s gorgeous neck. He licked the pulse, moaning like a bird in fucking heat as his mate rubbed his cock harder. Paul grabbed the hem of Ringo’s tank top, pulling.
“Off.” Paul whispered. The next few moments were spent in a haze of removing and throwing clothes. Paul looked at Ringo, he was just so perfect. He was musclier, and his cock was bloody huge.
“Jesus, didn’t know you were packing.” Paul grinned, feeling strangely excited about the size of his friend’s manhood.
“Haha.” Ringo said sarcastically. Paul brought himself back to Ringo, moaning as their cocks grazed each other and their skin made contact. Every cold place on Paul’s body was finally warm, he’d been freezing since he left the cavern all hot and bothered over Ringo’s sweet temptation. Every place seemed to melt in Ringo’s touch, every place but one. One Ringo had seemed to be ignoring.
Ringo couldn’t believe what was happening right now. He wasn’t sure wether to pinch himself or Paul. He was kissing Paul, he was rutting up against Paul, causing those sinful lips to moan and whimper. He wanted so bad to touch and lick everywhere but too afraid Paul’d run away.
“Ringo?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you fucking touch me already?”
That was enough motivation for Ringo.
Paul let out a gasp as Ringo pushed him to the ground, his back rubbing against soft shag carpet. He gripped the soft tassels as Ringo leaned over him, becoming all too aware of what was about to happen. But rather then the fierce terrifying look of lust he’d expected, Ringo looked up at him and smiled so lovingly, his eyes so soft and yet dark with lust, Paul melted, becoming a moaning mess all over again. He kissed Paul’s bottom lip, nibbling a bit, before showering kisses all the way down to his cock. When Paul guessed a blow job would be next, getting all excited, he let out a shocked whine when Ringo kissed down his cock and kissed each of his balls. As he went lower, his breath started to quicken.
“R-Ringo! W-w-“ Ringo nibbled the top of Paul’s entrance and Paul nearly came. Ringo’s breath tickled his cheeks and as his tongue swiped up and around his entrance, precum dribbled out and a shower of moans escaped him.
“C-can I lick inside you?” Ringo asked, kissing Paul inner thigh.
“Oh god, please!” Paul screamed. Ringo started pushing his tongue in and Paul so stars. It wasn’t all that bad, it felt a bit weird but the fact that it was Ringo and his tongue made it worth while. As Ringo’s hands ran up Paul’s chest, rubbing his nipples, Paul could feel the climax coming.
“Wait!” Paul shouted. Ringo pulled away quickly, a look of terror on his face. Considering the context of this situation, that wasn’t cool. Ringo looked like his heart had stopped.
“I’m sorry-“
“No, it’s not that, I…I don’t want to cum until you’re inside me.” Paul spit out, covering his eyes in embarrassment.
“Oh.” Ringo sighed in relief, chuckling a bit. Paul hit him with his leg, still embarrassed, only eliciting more chuckles from the older lad. “I’m glad.” Ringo whispered, kissing Paul’s knee.
“Well, get on with it then.”
“Um, stay there, okay? Don’t go.”
“I wont!” Paul shouted, moving his hands to see a extremely happy Ringo looking down at him. He kissed Paul hard before getting up and running up the stairs.
He ran as fast he could. He praised his parents for leaving, he knew they wouldn’t be back for at least another two hours. Not with how excited his mom would get about fruits she’d never seen before. He ran to the bathroom, getting some lube and a condom. He nearly flew down the hallway and stairs back to the waiting, horny Paul on his mum’s shaggy carpet. He smiled at the beautiful wonderful talented man laying before him.
“Ringo?”
“Coming.”
“Will be in a second.” Paul wiggled his eyebrows.
“Sass queen.” Ringo chuckled, he popped the cap on the lube and nearly came when he noticed Paul already with two fingers in his entrance. He looked back up at Paul who moaned a bit.
“I-I got impatient. Wondered when you’d notice.” Paul whispered, smiling shyly.
“Can I?” Ringo asked, placing his hand on the two fingers currently in Paul. Paul nodded, biting his lips as he pulled out his own fingers.
It sure felt weird having fingers up there, it hurt. He took a deep breath and felt cold wet fingers circle his entrance. Ringo ran his hand softly up Paul’s thigh.
“I’m gonna make this good for you, love.” Ringo whispered. Paul moaned as Ringo took a hold of his dick and started jerking him off, feeling Ringo’s long fingers push passed the ring of muscles as he pulled tight on Paul. He gasped as Ringo set a almost unbearable pace, making his legs spasm and his breath quicken. His calloused fingers running over the head of Paul’s cock made his back arch and his mouth form into an “o” shape. Then, he felt something unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his entire life. He let out a scream, whining as Ringo pulled away.
“Oh Ringo, touch me there again, please, please, that was amazing, oh bloody fuck!” Paul begged, feeling the tears swell in his eyes as his entrance was left cold again. He lifted his head halfway, searching for his lover only to find a incredible warmth pressing against his hole. He became scared. Fingers were great but this was the real deal. This was Ringo’s fucking hard cock. He could feel the tears start to stream down his face.
“It’s okay, shhh…” Ringo whispered into Paul’s ear, kissing the shell and biting at the earlobe. Paul gripped his back, his nails digging into the warm flesh, Ringo hissing as his back was scratched. Paul felt the stretch of Ringo’s head, splitting him open, leaving him raw and vulnerable. He locked his legs around Ringo, crying out as a good few inches of Ringo’s cock was pushed in rather harsh.
“S-sorr-ah!” Ringo gasped. Paul opened his eyes, seeing Ringo’s face. An ache of arousal shot through him as he looked at Ringo’s blown eyes, his beautifully shaggy hair, and his lips open slightly in a moan. He relaxed, feeling the rest of Ringo being pulled in.
“Oh fuck!” Paul gasped, feeling Ringo’s head rub against that special place that made him go fucking crazy.
Ringo felt his heart melt as he realized Paul relaxed simply looking at him. The feeling of Paul was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was so warm. His entire being wanted nothing more than to fuck Paul into the core of the universe, but he held back, wanting Paul to set the pace. He wanted this to be good for him, he loved Paul.
“Please, just start moving, ah!” Paul begged. He kissed Paul with all his might, feeling a little precum spill out of Paul and onto Ringo’s stomach. Paul blushed.
“I’m sorry-“ Ringo cut him off again, kissing him one last time before pulling back, taking some of Paul’s cum off his torso and licking it off his finger, only making Paul blush harder and moan. He grabbed Paul’s hips and started fucking into Paul’s entrance, slamming into his prostate with every thrust. He could feel himself climaxing with the feverous pace he set, and grabbed Paul’s red swollen cock.
“Cum for me Paulie…” Ringo moaned. It only took one tug and a run against his slit for Paul to cum, moaning Ringo’s name. As Paul’s entrance clenched and spasmed around Ringo’s cock, he forced to the hilt and came, moaning and collapsing, falling onto Paul.
“I love you, Paul.” Ringo whispered into Paul’s ear.
Paul felt his heart stop. After the haze of post coital bliss left him, seeping into the shag carpet bellow him, he became all to aware of what was happening. Ringo’s soft cock was still inside Paul’s aching ass. Ringo’s stomach was covered in Paul’s cum and Ringo told him he loved him. Nobody ever said that before. Ever bird he’d ever been with was for a little fun and nothing serious. This wasn’t just a bird, this was his best mate. This was their band’s drummer. This was Ringo. He’d had sex with Ringo. What would his dad say if he found out? This would make life difficult. Impossible! He didn’t want difficult or impossible. He wanted easy and simple. Easy and simple were birds. Oh god.
“I um, I should probably go.” Paul said, pushing at Ringo’s heavy shoulders.
“W-what? Why?” Ringo asked, the fear crossing his face making Paul have a strange sensation of wanting to comfort Ringo and stay. He had to stop this. He got up, wincing at the pain. He started grabbing articles of clothing putting them on in a flash. Maybe if he just left without a word, everything would return to normal and-he felt shaky fingers grab his own. He looked down to notice the tears, ready to fall in his mate’s eyes. They made those blue crystals shine so bright, damn those unshed tears, making him want to stay and coo Ringo to sleep.
“Paul, just stay.” Ringo begged. Paul closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.
“I was horny alright? Those bastards have been doing nothing but steal birds from me. I knew you liked me, so hey, we could just have a good shag. We’re mates right?” Paul asked, hearing his heart beat inside his chest. *Sniffle*. Paul opened his eyes and regretted doing so the instant his eyes met Ringo’s. There was a fake grin plastered across his face, almost as though it was causing him pain, his usually tan skin had gone rather pale and those crystal blues were begging to let the tears fall.
“Right, just friends having a shag. It was a…um, it was a-“ he let out a slow breath, looking down at his feet, “It was a great sh……I thought we’d be different.” Ringo whispered. He rubbed at his eyes. Paul could feel his heart stop.
“Just a great shag…I’m…I’m uh, happy that’s all it was for you. I wish I could…I wish that could be all it was for me. Ta, Paul.” Ringo said, trying to sound clear despite the shake in his voice and the obvious croak, trying not to cry. Oh he couldn’t do this. He wasn’t John, he wasn’t George. He couldn’t stand leaving Ringo like this, sobbing like all the other girls Paul shagged and dumped. Ringo wasn’t one of those girls…he loved Ringo. He loved Ringo.
“I’m a fucking idiot.” Paul groaned, lifting Ringo’s face to see the silently sobbing face of his lover. “I love you.”
Ringo felt like he was on a emotional roller coaster, one moment they were making love, the next he was crushing Ringo’s heart and then they were back to happy love birds. He looked into Paul’s eyes, half wondering if he was just saying that to be saying it, but he could see the sincerity in Paul’s eyes. He hugged Paul tightly, making sure he couldn’t leave, he wouldn’t let him.
“That was mean.” Ringo chuckled, taking deep breathes of relief.
“That was Paul overthinking shite.” Paul whispered into Ringo’s ear before kissing his temple.
“You shouldn’t do that, it makes me cry.” Ringo whispered, hugging tighter.
“You’ve gotta deal with the psychology of Paul McCharmly if you’re going to be his boyfriend.” Paul chuckled. Ringo pulled away from Paul’s shoulder, looking him deep in the eyes.
“Will you be me boyfriend, Rings?” Paul asked. Ringo started crying again, but this time, it was out of happiness.
“Yes, you git, of course!” Ringo laughed through his tears. The usually stern faced Paul felt his eyes blur as well, tears stinging at his eyes.
“I think we’re softer than those two.” Paul chuckled.
“Thank goodness.” Ringo sighed.
“Now, I think I might have a little appointment with how good this ass feels, hmm?” Paul asked, biting cheekily at Ringo’s neck, gripping Ringo’s ass.
“I think you’re gonna need to work for it after that emotional rollercoaster.” Ringo gasped. He wasn’t going to make him work that hard. Not with how Paul’s finger started rubbing just above his crack.
Title : Lover's Beginning
Characters : Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John Lennon
Pairings : Paul/Ringo, mentions of George/John
Rating : NC-17, sex my friend, lots of it.
Warnings : Sexy times, angst, language, unbeta'd so all mistakes are very much mine and I apologize from the bottom of me little witty heart.
Disclaimer : I do not own the Beatles *sad sigh*, and all of this is fictional *triple sad sigh*.
Author's Notes : I know Lover's Spit was two part, but I didn't think this one needed to be. I hope you enjoy this one, and I hope I'm getting better at characteristics. XD
Summary : After George and John become an item, Ringo tries to pursue the very stubborn Paul McCharmly.
Paul could see George and John exchanging dirty whispers between each other, both becoming redder and touchier the longer they stayed in the bar. Paul groaned. He was fine with George and John, couldn’t give a damn about their queer love tundra, they were his mates. But it was annoying when the two of them had both each other’s attention and the attention of every bloody bird in the Cavern. It was as if George and John were keeping tally of how many birds came, making a contest out it all. Damn waist. They’d get these birds all excited and flustered and never go through with it because they were too obsessed with each other’s asses. Just as the bird he’d been eyeing all night went over to talk to the partners in crime, Ringo came over, a goofy grin on his face. He gave Paul a pat on the back and sat down next to him.
He was beautiful, Ringo thought. Really, truly beautiful. It was almost unfair. John was pretty but no offense to his mate, Paul was a bloody princess. With his doe eyes and sweet cherub cheeks. He couldn’t even begin to describe those pink lips, so plump and begging for a good nibble. He took a big breath before ordering some beer. He looked back over at his mate to see Paul sending daggers in John and George’s direction. Somehow, men talking amongst themselves sensually attracted the ladies. He knew Paul wasn’t homophobic but he also knew the painful truth that Paul was as straight as the pole John and George nearly fucked each other on two weeks ago. Sometimes he thought he could see Paul looking at him longer than the others but alls hopeful thinking when you’re in love. Ringo wasn’t ashamed of it, it was just how it was. He didn’t want to brood and fester over it, that was George and John’s thing. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed Paul only wanted to be friends, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy being friends for the moment. He’d come around…hopefully.
Just as the bird Paul’d fancied started stroking John’s arm, he could see a fierce look of jealousy cross George’s face. It must of been hard hiding something like that. And trying to leash John? Paul chuckled at the thought.
“What is it?” Ringo asked.
“Must be hard dating John.” Paul sighed, taking another sip of beer, watching as John winked and George looked more jealous than before. One of George’s hand dropped from his beer and went behind John discreetly. John let out a rather girly yelp all of a sudden, startling the bird and George let out a heroic laugh, Paul himself impressed at the way John blushed and took a step away from the girl, leaning closer to George.
“I’ll be damned, maybe he can do it.” Paul said out loud.
“Do what?”
“Keep John on a leash.” Paul said, smiling at the oldest member of their band. Paul always noticed how nice Ringo looked after a performance. Despite their sweaty state, there was something appealing about the way Ringo’s shaggy hair stuck to his forehead and the way his blue eyes shinned in adrenaline drenched excitement. And his neck was impressive. He often wondered why more birds didn’t go for him. But that’s as deep as he could appreciate his fellow mates features, he wasn’t queer and he definitely wasn’t queer for Ringo. Ringo laughed at Paul’s comment, a faint blush on his cheeks. Probably from the beer.
“There had to be someone to contain John Lennon, we know poor Mimi tried.” Ringo said, taking a good gulp of beer.
“Who knew it’d be George.” Paul said.
“I did.” Ringo smiled.
“How so?!” Paul exclaimed, interested in Ringo’s explanation, and it better of been good.
Ringo gulped. He knew he had to try. Maybe he could hint at their possibly blooming relationship through John and George. Ringo was willing to take a leap of faith for psychology. He looked over at George and John. Honestly, they just seemed to fit perfect together. John’s witty hard nature melted into George’s safe quiet warmth. He let out a sigh, feeling Paul’s expectant eyes on him. Birds had finally started to leave them be and despite the crazy dancing that surrounded them, George and John were standing still, George tracing the lines on John’s palms.
“You know how George followed John everywhere?” Paul nodded. “Well, that’s because George loved John. He felt inspired by John’s very existence, just being around him sent shivers down his spine and beautiful lyrics to his mind. Now, John, John’s more tricky. Because he grew up the way he did, he denied himself the idea of a male partner, despite the thought being in the back of his mind, more specifically, when he was around George. George was the boy of John’s dreams, always loyal, always there for him, never leaving, stuck to his side no matter what. Did you ever see John complain about George following him around?” Paul shook his head slowly, as if shocked by Ringo’s long analysis.
“Cause deep down, he as well loved George. It only took a matter of time before they’d finally admit it…I was just waiting for the day they’d fuck each other.” Ringo laughed.
Paul was speechless. The bloody bastard did know what he was talking about. He looked back at John and George, the way they stood close and George quickly giving his lover eskimo kisses before anyone could notice. For the first time since George and John became an item, he actually felt a little…jealous. They really were in love weren’t they? It wasn’t just shagging buddies. It couldn’t be with the vulnerable submissive look John gave George. He knew John, and he knew John never made that face. And yet here his mate was, looking exactly like that, just for George. He wasn’t jealous of not being with them, but jealous of not having the love they had, he wanted to feel that open with someone. He felt a hand grab his own and it made him startle. He looked to see Ringo, dare he say, sad. It was a shock to say the least. The world’s happiest young man looked at Paul with sad blue eyes, ten times more fierce than his excited eyes, a million times more piercing. Ringo looked down at his feet. Paul felt like he’d done something wrong, but he had no clue what it was he had done wrong.
“Right, I’m gonna go. This is a drag.” Paul stood up, patting Ringo’s shoulder as he grabbed his leather jacket. Ringo grinned.
“See ya later, mate.” Ringo said. As Paul put his jacket on and looked down at his mate, he noticed how nice his nose was. It complimented his features. Paul lifted the collar of his jacket and walked towards the exit.
“Wait!” Ringo called. Paul spun around to find Ringo extremely close, their noses brushing together, which sent aching shivers down Paul’s thighs. His mind short circuited at his body’s reaction to Ringo’s closeness, the breath of his mate winding against his chin, the skin on Paul’s body suddenly feeling cold, begging for warmth, the only warmth available emitting from Ringo’s body and making his body pulse with strange sensation.
“George and John’s love isn’t hard to find. You just have to open your eyes wide enough to know who loves you like that. And somebody loves you like that, Paul McCartney. Someone very close.” Ringo said, knowing his words were all to obvious for much hinting, but you could be surprised at how incredibly dense Paul was at times. Paul held back the moan in the back of his throat. Ringo’s eyes stayed on Paul’s a moment, sending another aching shiver through his body, making his cock twitch. Without warning, Ringo left, leaving him cold and wanting more of whatever he experienced.
Ringo smiled at himself as he walked away from Paul. He could see the tent in Paul’s pants, and those cherub cheeks glow bright red. From now on, he had a whole new respect for psychology. He fucking loved psychology. He was going to write a letter to whatever caveman bloke thought it up and thank him.
❤
“What does it feel like?” John spat his coca-cola and George turned bright red.
“What the fuck do you mean, McCharmly?” John gasped, George handing him a few napkins to clean up his mess.
“You know, what does it feel like to get fucked by a bloke?” Paul asked. George let out a sigh and John squeezed the bridge of his nose, redder than George. Wait…it wasn’t George that took it up the bum?
“Paul!” John exclaimed, only then did he realize he asked the question out loud. He did that a lot now-a-days, he wasn’t the same since the Ringo situation, whatever the bloody hell “that” was. He sleep with every bird he saw, trying to get the same feeling but all that happened was that he got bored. Bloody bored! How could he be bored of pussy all of a sudden? He loved it last time he checked.
“I mean, we tried the other way around once and it wasn’t as good.” George said. John hit his head against the table a couple times.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” Paul said, taking a sip of his milkshake.
“It feels good, alright? Really good. Better than a bird.” John whispered.
“Better than a bird?!”
“Shhh! Yes, alright? And you have to love the boy who’s fucking ye to get the full affect.” John hissed.
“I love you too, babe.” George smiled, fixing one of John’s straggling hairs.
“Well, of course you do, I’m bloody fabulous.” John smiled.
“Better than a bird?” Paul asked again, but his question went unheard by his currently flirting friends. He couldn’t understand it. How could getting a dick up your arse be nice? He didn’t even know what size Ringo was. He instantly cringed at his own thought. He looked up to find both of his friends staring at him with wide eyes. Shit. Both gents starting laughing at Paul’s embarrassed face.
“So you finally found out, did ye? Take you bloody long enough.” John chuckled.
“Find out what?!” Silence.
“He likes ya, Paul. You’re as dense as a fucking fruit cake.” John sighed.
“I can’t believe you never noticed. Poor Rings.” George said in equal sympathy.
“Well, no help to the two of you bloody puffs!” Paul hollered, getting up out of his seat and leaving. He could hear his friends call after him but he knew they wouldn’t come after him. Why would Ringo like Paul? He was putting himself up for disappointment. He was straight, he liked birds. He wasn’t a fucking queer. Fuck John and George and their lies. It did not feel good having a dick up his ass, he was sure of it. He looked up to see Ringo’s doorbell. He gulped. He was straight. He wasn’t curious. Ding-dong, ding-dong. He didn’t think Ringo was attractive, and he had absolutely no affect on Paul’s body…whatsoever. He let out a shaky breath. Why was he scared? He was just going to chat with his mate. Show him the new song John and George were too busy to focus on. Yes. Ringo opened the door, a towel over his shoulder, wearing a thin tank top.
“Bit chilly for a tank don’t cha think?” Paul said, his voice slightly groggy and strange.
“Bit chilly to be walking around by yer self ain’t it?” Ringo retorted, smiling as he dried off his hair with the towel. “Come in.” He said, moving out of the way.
“Ta.” Paul walked in and looked around. “Where’s the parents?”
“Went to some new grocery store downtown.” Ringo replied, closing the door. Paul closed his eyes.
“You alright, mate?” Ringo asked, resting a hand on his shoulder. Paul felt that ache in his knees and the jolt in his trousers, letting out a rather whorish moan. Ringo’s eyes widen, his mouth dropping a bit. Paul shoved his hand off and backed away, hiding his tented pants with the song book in his hand.
“I’m not a fucking queer.” Paul hissed. Ringo’s face turned hurt and Paul immediately regretted saying it. Why did it have to be him that had the power to turn Ringo the unbreakable happy man into a sad hurt boy.
Ringo felt his throat close, he knew John and George wouldn’t be able to keep their mouths shut, but he hoped Paul would look less appalled and freaked. He could feel his chest give into the pain he usually ignored.
“I never said you were.” Ringo whispered. He didn’t want to be sad, or hurt, he wanted to laugh off his friend’s little outburst, but so much of him was in that outburst, currently being stabbed by his mate. His…love.
“Ringo-“
“I didn’t expect you to return my feelings, Paul. I was hopeful…as would be any bloke in love. I can’t stop myself but I will silence myself. I promise, I can make this work, I can-“ Paul’s lips were against his. Before he could give into it, he pulled Paul away, looking at him hard.
“What are you doing?”
Paul could feel his cheeks heat up and his body beg for more of Ringo, just Ringo. The second he could have his lips against Rings’, his mind was pooling with all the things he noticed about Ringo. He was drunk on Ringo’s everything. Bloody high.
“I want you.” Paul whispered, brushing his lips against Ringo’s, hearing the soft moan escape Ringo’s lips as Paul did so.
“I couldn’t take you breaking my heart, McCharmly.” Ringo whispered.
“You might just have to.” Paul whined, pulling Ringo’s hand onto the front of his trousers, begging for Ringo to just touch him already. “Please…”
Ringo palmed Paul’s hard cock, Paul convulsing forehead and burying his head into Ringo’s gorgeous neck. He licked the pulse, moaning like a bird in fucking heat as his mate rubbed his cock harder. Paul grabbed the hem of Ringo’s tank top, pulling.
“Off.” Paul whispered. The next few moments were spent in a haze of removing and throwing clothes. Paul looked at Ringo, he was just so perfect. He was musclier, and his cock was bloody huge.
“Jesus, didn’t know you were packing.” Paul grinned, feeling strangely excited about the size of his friend’s manhood.
“Haha.” Ringo said sarcastically. Paul brought himself back to Ringo, moaning as their cocks grazed each other and their skin made contact. Every cold place on Paul’s body was finally warm, he’d been freezing since he left the cavern all hot and bothered over Ringo’s sweet temptation. Every place seemed to melt in Ringo’s touch, every place but one. One Ringo had seemed to be ignoring.
Ringo couldn’t believe what was happening right now. He wasn’t sure wether to pinch himself or Paul. He was kissing Paul, he was rutting up against Paul, causing those sinful lips to moan and whimper. He wanted so bad to touch and lick everywhere but too afraid Paul’d run away.
“Ringo?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you fucking touch me already?”
That was enough motivation for Ringo.
Paul let out a gasp as Ringo pushed him to the ground, his back rubbing against soft shag carpet. He gripped the soft tassels as Ringo leaned over him, becoming all too aware of what was about to happen. But rather then the fierce terrifying look of lust he’d expected, Ringo looked up at him and smiled so lovingly, his eyes so soft and yet dark with lust, Paul melted, becoming a moaning mess all over again. He kissed Paul’s bottom lip, nibbling a bit, before showering kisses all the way down to his cock. When Paul guessed a blow job would be next, getting all excited, he let out a shocked whine when Ringo kissed down his cock and kissed each of his balls. As he went lower, his breath started to quicken.
“R-Ringo! W-w-“ Ringo nibbled the top of Paul’s entrance and Paul nearly came. Ringo’s breath tickled his cheeks and as his tongue swiped up and around his entrance, precum dribbled out and a shower of moans escaped him.
“C-can I lick inside you?” Ringo asked, kissing Paul inner thigh.
“Oh god, please!” Paul screamed. Ringo started pushing his tongue in and Paul so stars. It wasn’t all that bad, it felt a bit weird but the fact that it was Ringo and his tongue made it worth while. As Ringo’s hands ran up Paul’s chest, rubbing his nipples, Paul could feel the climax coming.
“Wait!” Paul shouted. Ringo pulled away quickly, a look of terror on his face. Considering the context of this situation, that wasn’t cool. Ringo looked like his heart had stopped.
“I’m sorry-“
“No, it’s not that, I…I don’t want to cum until you’re inside me.” Paul spit out, covering his eyes in embarrassment.
“Oh.” Ringo sighed in relief, chuckling a bit. Paul hit him with his leg, still embarrassed, only eliciting more chuckles from the older lad. “I’m glad.” Ringo whispered, kissing Paul’s knee.
“Well, get on with it then.”
“Um, stay there, okay? Don’t go.”
“I wont!” Paul shouted, moving his hands to see a extremely happy Ringo looking down at him. He kissed Paul hard before getting up and running up the stairs.
He ran as fast he could. He praised his parents for leaving, he knew they wouldn’t be back for at least another two hours. Not with how excited his mom would get about fruits she’d never seen before. He ran to the bathroom, getting some lube and a condom. He nearly flew down the hallway and stairs back to the waiting, horny Paul on his mum’s shaggy carpet. He smiled at the beautiful wonderful talented man laying before him.
“Ringo?”
“Coming.”
“Will be in a second.” Paul wiggled his eyebrows.
“Sass queen.” Ringo chuckled, he popped the cap on the lube and nearly came when he noticed Paul already with two fingers in his entrance. He looked back up at Paul who moaned a bit.
“I-I got impatient. Wondered when you’d notice.” Paul whispered, smiling shyly.
“Can I?” Ringo asked, placing his hand on the two fingers currently in Paul. Paul nodded, biting his lips as he pulled out his own fingers.
It sure felt weird having fingers up there, it hurt. He took a deep breath and felt cold wet fingers circle his entrance. Ringo ran his hand softly up Paul’s thigh.
“I’m gonna make this good for you, love.” Ringo whispered. Paul moaned as Ringo took a hold of his dick and started jerking him off, feeling Ringo’s long fingers push passed the ring of muscles as he pulled tight on Paul. He gasped as Ringo set a almost unbearable pace, making his legs spasm and his breath quicken. His calloused fingers running over the head of Paul’s cock made his back arch and his mouth form into an “o” shape. Then, he felt something unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his entire life. He let out a scream, whining as Ringo pulled away.
“Oh Ringo, touch me there again, please, please, that was amazing, oh bloody fuck!” Paul begged, feeling the tears swell in his eyes as his entrance was left cold again. He lifted his head halfway, searching for his lover only to find a incredible warmth pressing against his hole. He became scared. Fingers were great but this was the real deal. This was Ringo’s fucking hard cock. He could feel the tears start to stream down his face.
“It’s okay, shhh…” Ringo whispered into Paul’s ear, kissing the shell and biting at the earlobe. Paul gripped his back, his nails digging into the warm flesh, Ringo hissing as his back was scratched. Paul felt the stretch of Ringo’s head, splitting him open, leaving him raw and vulnerable. He locked his legs around Ringo, crying out as a good few inches of Ringo’s cock was pushed in rather harsh.
“S-sorr-ah!” Ringo gasped. Paul opened his eyes, seeing Ringo’s face. An ache of arousal shot through him as he looked at Ringo’s blown eyes, his beautifully shaggy hair, and his lips open slightly in a moan. He relaxed, feeling the rest of Ringo being pulled in.
“Oh fuck!” Paul gasped, feeling Ringo’s head rub against that special place that made him go fucking crazy.
Ringo felt his heart melt as he realized Paul relaxed simply looking at him. The feeling of Paul was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was so warm. His entire being wanted nothing more than to fuck Paul into the core of the universe, but he held back, wanting Paul to set the pace. He wanted this to be good for him, he loved Paul.
“Please, just start moving, ah!” Paul begged. He kissed Paul with all his might, feeling a little precum spill out of Paul and onto Ringo’s stomach. Paul blushed.
“I’m sorry-“ Ringo cut him off again, kissing him one last time before pulling back, taking some of Paul’s cum off his torso and licking it off his finger, only making Paul blush harder and moan. He grabbed Paul’s hips and started fucking into Paul’s entrance, slamming into his prostate with every thrust. He could feel himself climaxing with the feverous pace he set, and grabbed Paul’s red swollen cock.
“Cum for me Paulie…” Ringo moaned. It only took one tug and a run against his slit for Paul to cum, moaning Ringo’s name. As Paul’s entrance clenched and spasmed around Ringo’s cock, he forced to the hilt and came, moaning and collapsing, falling onto Paul.
“I love you, Paul.” Ringo whispered into Paul’s ear.
Paul felt his heart stop. After the haze of post coital bliss left him, seeping into the shag carpet bellow him, he became all to aware of what was happening. Ringo’s soft cock was still inside Paul’s aching ass. Ringo’s stomach was covered in Paul’s cum and Ringo told him he loved him. Nobody ever said that before. Ever bird he’d ever been with was for a little fun and nothing serious. This wasn’t just a bird, this was his best mate. This was their band’s drummer. This was Ringo. He’d had sex with Ringo. What would his dad say if he found out? This would make life difficult. Impossible! He didn’t want difficult or impossible. He wanted easy and simple. Easy and simple were birds. Oh god.
“I um, I should probably go.” Paul said, pushing at Ringo’s heavy shoulders.
“W-what? Why?” Ringo asked, the fear crossing his face making Paul have a strange sensation of wanting to comfort Ringo and stay. He had to stop this. He got up, wincing at the pain. He started grabbing articles of clothing putting them on in a flash. Maybe if he just left without a word, everything would return to normal and-he felt shaky fingers grab his own. He looked down to notice the tears, ready to fall in his mate’s eyes. They made those blue crystals shine so bright, damn those unshed tears, making him want to stay and coo Ringo to sleep.
“Paul, just stay.” Ringo begged. Paul closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.
“I was horny alright? Those bastards have been doing nothing but steal birds from me. I knew you liked me, so hey, we could just have a good shag. We’re mates right?” Paul asked, hearing his heart beat inside his chest. *Sniffle*. Paul opened his eyes and regretted doing so the instant his eyes met Ringo’s. There was a fake grin plastered across his face, almost as though it was causing him pain, his usually tan skin had gone rather pale and those crystal blues were begging to let the tears fall.
“Right, just friends having a shag. It was a…um, it was a-“ he let out a slow breath, looking down at his feet, “It was a great sh……I thought we’d be different.” Ringo whispered. He rubbed at his eyes. Paul could feel his heart stop.
“Just a great shag…I’m…I’m uh, happy that’s all it was for you. I wish I could…I wish that could be all it was for me. Ta, Paul.” Ringo said, trying to sound clear despite the shake in his voice and the obvious croak, trying not to cry. Oh he couldn’t do this. He wasn’t John, he wasn’t George. He couldn’t stand leaving Ringo like this, sobbing like all the other girls Paul shagged and dumped. Ringo wasn’t one of those girls…he loved Ringo. He loved Ringo.
“I’m a fucking idiot.” Paul groaned, lifting Ringo’s face to see the silently sobbing face of his lover. “I love you.”
Ringo felt like he was on a emotional roller coaster, one moment they were making love, the next he was crushing Ringo’s heart and then they were back to happy love birds. He looked into Paul’s eyes, half wondering if he was just saying that to be saying it, but he could see the sincerity in Paul’s eyes. He hugged Paul tightly, making sure he couldn’t leave, he wouldn’t let him.
“That was mean.” Ringo chuckled, taking deep breathes of relief.
“That was Paul overthinking shite.” Paul whispered into Ringo’s ear before kissing his temple.
“You shouldn’t do that, it makes me cry.” Ringo whispered, hugging tighter.
“You’ve gotta deal with the psychology of Paul McCharmly if you’re going to be his boyfriend.” Paul chuckled. Ringo pulled away from Paul’s shoulder, looking him deep in the eyes.
“Will you be me boyfriend, Rings?” Paul asked. Ringo started crying again, but this time, it was out of happiness.
“Yes, you git, of course!” Ringo laughed through his tears. The usually stern faced Paul felt his eyes blur as well, tears stinging at his eyes.
“I think we’re softer than those two.” Paul chuckled.
“Thank goodness.” Ringo sighed.
“Now, I think I might have a little appointment with how good this ass feels, hmm?” Paul asked, biting cheekily at Ringo’s neck, gripping Ringo’s ass.
“I think you’re gonna need to work for it after that emotional rollercoaster.” Ringo gasped. He wasn’t going to make him work that hard. Not with how Paul’s finger started rubbing just above his crack.