Lover's Spit (Pt. 1)
Fandom : The Beatles (Slash)
Title : Lover's Spit (Pt. 1/2)
Characters : John Lennon, George Harrison, Paul McCartney
Pairing : John/George
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Hardcore sexy times, a bit of swearing, angsty angst angstness, first time (cause those give me the feels)
Disclaimer : I do not own the Beatles unfortunately and all of this shiznazz is a work of pure fiction.
Author's Note : This is not beta'd so all mistakes are mine, apologies!
Summary : George has to take John home again after one too many drinks and what should be a average night turns into a night that will change their lives forever.
“Bollox…” Paul sighed as George approached him. George lifted an eyebrow.
“Nice to see you too.” George replied, slightly offended. Paul shook his head and pointed to the other end of the Cavern, a wobbly excuse of John Lennon standing in the corner. He had a arm resting against the wall, scratching at his eyebrow idly, giving him this mysterious look. But his mates knew the truth, John was trying to keep from falling on his face. George groaned, knowing Paul wasn’t going to take John home. Not with that bird sitting on his lap. That meant George was going home early.
“Fucking hell.” George hissed. Paul patted George’s shoulder, trying to ease his annoyance but only making it worse. George shoved it off and walked towards John as Paul shouted, “Thank you, Georgie!”
No wonder half the Cavern was looking at John, despite his rather obvious lack of sobriety, he was fucking beautiful. George would never tell him, but John was. Most people would argue it was Paul with his doe eyes and cheeky smile, but George knew better. John’s jaw alone was enough to turn any lad queer. He looked down at those shiny thin lips, immediately tempted by wrong things. He cleared his throat, forcing himself out of that mind set he found himself in when he was around John.
“You’re pissed, Johnny boy!” George hollered over the loud music. John’s eyebrows furrowed and he pushed himself up from his leaning position, stumbling and nearly falling into George’s arms. He was unbearably close, John’s nose brushing against George’s as he attempted to get his footing. George leaned back but made sure to keep a hand on John’s arm.
“What?!” John shouted.
“You’re pissed, I’m taking ye’ home!” George shouted back. John pouted.
“I’m not pissed!” He argued. George rolled his eyes and pulled John’s arm over his neck, grabbing his waist and pulling John towards the exit. For a second John attempted to escape, but when he couldn’t, he gave up with a simple, “Fuck you.” George laughed which only gifted him a hard punch in the rib. Once they were outside, John seemed entranced by the stars above. He was always a sap for that shite. George didn’t care much for stars before he met John, but now, he couldn’t help but marvel with him at the beauty. John gave George this freedom of imagination he didn’t know he had. Being around John was somehow inspiring, much more inspiring than any time he’d been with a bird. He wanted to kick himself for thinking so, but it was true. He looked at John, his hazel eyes glowing under the stars, a goofy but sweet smile exposing those cute teeth George loved.
“Beautiful, ain’t it?” John said, his voice soft.
“Yeah, sure is.” George said, looking at John, who seemed to illuminated by the moon and stars. John looked at George and blushed. George almost tripped, shocked to see this vulnerable expression on John’s face. It made his stomach clench and his grip on John’s side tighten. His hands became aware of where they were and tingled with the contact they were making on John. Oh god, it was happening all over again. He was falling in love with John again. He knew it was such a queer thing to say but he couldn’t find a word to better describe what John did to him. Everyday he spent with John, he fell in love with something about him. His eyes, his nose, his laugh, the characters he made, his need to make others laugh, his tough exterior that hid a soft inside…soon enough he’d be in love with all of John and the bastard would probably find something new for George to fall in love with. Most of the time he worried it showed, sometimes he worried John returned the affection, simply by small acts of blushing when meeting George’s eyes or smiling when he enters the room. Just maybe.
“Thanks…” John whispered, leaving George to wonder exactly what he’d thanked him for.
John’s apartment wasn’t far from the Cavern. George opened the door to his apartment, pulling John in first before closing the door behind him. He walked John over to the old secondhand sofa John and he found in a dump. John groaned as he fell onto the sofa.
“You alright?” George asked, realizing he still had his hand on John’s side. John closed his eyes, sighing and licking his chapped lips.
“Mmm.” John replied. George sighed and tried to pull his hand away from John’s side. John clasped George’s wrist, keeping his hand at John’s side. John hummed contempt and slowly dragged George’s hand down and underneath the hem of his shirt. George held back a groan, feeling the warmth pool in his trousers. John pulled his hand up till George’s thumb rested against John’s nipple. John moaned at the contact. George pinched it a bit, wondering if he was dreaming. John opened his eyes, full of lust and love, looking deep into George.
“A-am I beautiful?” John whispered so small a mouse would have struggle understanding what he said. It sent a shiver down George’s spin.
“Yes. Yes you are.” George said, pleased with how straight and controlled his voice sounded.
“Take me then.” John whispered, leaning up a bit, their top lips brushing against each other. For a moment, George considered the fact John was wasted, but the instant John let out a little whimpering plea, all caution disappeared. He forced his lips against John’s, finding his place on the sofa, flush with John, his knee between John’s legs.
“Ah-George!” John gasped as he thrust against George’s leg.
“You’re so beautiful.” George hissed, bitting at John’s collarbone. John’s hand gripped George’s back, pulling at the leather jacket. George licked his way up John’s neck as he rid himself of his leather jacket and shirt. George gave John sweet pecks as he reached to pull off John’s jacket.
“W-wait.” John whispered, causing George’s heart to drop. Before he could get off John, John spoke up, “I-I don’t want you to be disappointed…I’m a bit-um, fat.” George looked down at John in disbelief, could he be making it up? But then he saw the fear in John’s eyes, the embarrassment, the shame.
“You’re not fat, John.” George said, slowly pulling John’s jacket off. As he threw John’s jacket off and away, his grabbed the hem of John’s shirt. John’s breathing picked up. How could John think so lowly of himself? He’d give his left arm to have John’s body. He pulled John’s shirt off, kissing up his stomach as more flesh was revealed, John making wonderful noises the closer he got to removing the shirt. When he finally had the shirt off and thrown over god knows where, he kissed John’s nose.
“Something in the way you move…attracts me like no other lover.” George sang softly, chuckling a bit at the end. As he kissed John, licking his way into his lover’s mouth, more lyrics came to mind. He didn’t want to share this, it would be John’s song, his to own. George was his to own…at least, for tonight. The thought that John would shrug this off in the morning was a horrible but realistic thought. At least he could be loved and cherished. Tonight he could show John what love felt like. And leave before he wakes…
John moaned, rubbing his clothed cock against George’s. He bit and sucked at John’s neck, causing the man to dig deep into George’s back. He knew John was close, his entire body shaking and moaning in pleasure.
“G-George, fuck me!” John begged, gripped George’s hair. George looked up at him in shock.
“You sure?”
John nodded. George kissed John passionately, John whimpering and gasping into George’s mouth. He licked at the sounds John made, pulling John’s pants and briefs down. He departed from those lips he loved with all the world, yanking the pants off John’s feet. He unzipped himself, taking off the last of his clothing. He kissed his way up John’s thighs, John gripping the sofa as he got closer to John’s cock. It was so beautiful. Pink and swollen, dripping pearly white cum onto his delicious torso. He nipped at John’s inner thigh and another spurt of precum splattered across John’s stomach.
“Something in the way you woo me…” George sang, running his hands up John’s body, loving the feel of his soft hips against the face of his palm.
“George…” John moaned. George grabbed John’s legs, putting them over his shoulders, kissing at the shin. He scooted up, the head of his cock resting against John’s entrance.
“You ready?” George asked. John took a deep breath, letting the air out slowly, and nodded. He gripped George’s discarded hand and squeezed.
“Relax.” George soothed, caressing John’s knuckles as he held on. George pushed in, moaning as his entire cock was sucked inside John’s warmth. “Oh fuck, John!” He looked down at his lover to see him crying. He started showering John with kisses and apologies.
“I’m sorry, it kind of pulled me in, you feel so good babe, I’m sorry.” George whispered. John took a shaky breath and blushed at the pet name.
“I don’t want to leave you now. You know I believe and how…Something in your smile you know, that I don’t need no other lover.” George sang softly, feeling John relax the more he whispered his sweet melody into John’s ear.
“Y-you can move.” John whispered. George started kissing John again. It was sloppy and full of love and affection, it was better than any kiss he’d shared with another human being. He started moving slowly, loving the way John would moan and gasp as he rubbed against John’s prostate. He slipped out of John’s hand and gripped his hips, going faster, pulling in John with every thrust, hitting that spot inside John every time.
“George, ah, I love you!” John moaned. George moaned, pulling John up and into his lap. He gripped John’s face, licking his lips open. John opened wanton, and thrust himself up and down on George’s cock.
“I love you too.” George growled into John’s mouth. He gripped George’s shoulders and cried into George’s mouth as his orgasm exploded between them, covering both their torsos. George moaned as John’s entrance spasmed around his cock and after a few hard thrusts, getting as deep into John as humanly possible, his orgasm was wrenched from him and spilled into John’s warmth. They fell back, John resting his head on George’s chest, listening to the sound of George’s heartbeat.
“I could make a song out of your heartbeat.” John finally said, after coming down from their high.
“I could make a song out of your everything.” George whispered, kissing the top of John’s head.
“That song you sang me…it…it’ll be a great song to sing to your wife someday.” John whispered. George felt his happy haze be shattered. He couldn’t possibly imagine a life without John, especially now. How could John think that? Didn’t he know that was his song to own. That John was his? And George was John’s? He worried for the worst, that this was just a horny drunk John desperate to get laid. He could feel his stomach turn at the thought. Did he say he loved him just to get George going? So John Lennon could orgasm? What about all the fat comments? What was John trying to do to him?
“Yeah, it will be.” George replied, hurt drowning out his ability to think clearly. He closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep, waiting for the sound of slow breathes so he could escape before he got hurt again. He probably wouldn’t remember this anyway.
John woke up cold. He could feel a pulsing pain in his arse and he had a headache from hell. He tried to feel around for George but only felt the coarse fabric of his dump sofa. He sat up quickly, looking around the room for George, frantic. “Why’d he leave? What’d I do?” looping around in his head over and over again as he looked about. He didn’t care about the pain it caused him to sit up or the wet uncomfortable feeling of George’s sperm dripping out of him and down his thigh.
“George?!” John croaked, his voice raw and broken. He finally looked down to see a folded paper on the coffee table. He nearly ripped it opening it so fast. “Sorry for last night, it was a mistake. Hope you can find a wife to make song about too. - George”
He threw it, only to have to land softly below the sofa, thankfully hidden from his sight. He held his legs to his chest, remembering what he said.
“It’ll be a great song to sing to your wife someday. Way to fucking go, Lennon.” John cursed himself. It proved a point, John treated everything he loved like shite. He wrapped a throw around his body. George thought he was beautiful…told him he loved him and what did he do? Tell him he should serenade to some future wife. He already hated the future wife. Having what he could never have. But now he couldn’t even have a secret relationship worth a thousand public ones. The apartment around him slowly became blurry as tears swelled, begging to fall. He shouldn’t cry, he wasn’t the one hurt.
“Grow up, be a fucking man, you’ve been walked out on before.” Only the words didn’t come out heroic and tough. They came out broken and half whispered as the sobs took over. He covered his face with the throw, crying as he felt the paper below him rip his heart out over and over again.
Title : Lover's Spit (Pt. 1/2)
Characters : John Lennon, George Harrison, Paul McCartney
Pairing : John/George
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Hardcore sexy times, a bit of swearing, angsty angst angstness, first time (cause those give me the feels)
Disclaimer : I do not own the Beatles unfortunately and all of this shiznazz is a work of pure fiction.
Author's Note : This is not beta'd so all mistakes are mine, apologies!
Summary : George has to take John home again after one too many drinks and what should be a average night turns into a night that will change their lives forever.
“Bollox…” Paul sighed as George approached him. George lifted an eyebrow.
“Nice to see you too.” George replied, slightly offended. Paul shook his head and pointed to the other end of the Cavern, a wobbly excuse of John Lennon standing in the corner. He had a arm resting against the wall, scratching at his eyebrow idly, giving him this mysterious look. But his mates knew the truth, John was trying to keep from falling on his face. George groaned, knowing Paul wasn’t going to take John home. Not with that bird sitting on his lap. That meant George was going home early.
“Fucking hell.” George hissed. Paul patted George’s shoulder, trying to ease his annoyance but only making it worse. George shoved it off and walked towards John as Paul shouted, “Thank you, Georgie!”
No wonder half the Cavern was looking at John, despite his rather obvious lack of sobriety, he was fucking beautiful. George would never tell him, but John was. Most people would argue it was Paul with his doe eyes and cheeky smile, but George knew better. John’s jaw alone was enough to turn any lad queer. He looked down at those shiny thin lips, immediately tempted by wrong things. He cleared his throat, forcing himself out of that mind set he found himself in when he was around John.
“You’re pissed, Johnny boy!” George hollered over the loud music. John’s eyebrows furrowed and he pushed himself up from his leaning position, stumbling and nearly falling into George’s arms. He was unbearably close, John’s nose brushing against George’s as he attempted to get his footing. George leaned back but made sure to keep a hand on John’s arm.
“What?!” John shouted.
“You’re pissed, I’m taking ye’ home!” George shouted back. John pouted.
“I’m not pissed!” He argued. George rolled his eyes and pulled John’s arm over his neck, grabbing his waist and pulling John towards the exit. For a second John attempted to escape, but when he couldn’t, he gave up with a simple, “Fuck you.” George laughed which only gifted him a hard punch in the rib. Once they were outside, John seemed entranced by the stars above. He was always a sap for that shite. George didn’t care much for stars before he met John, but now, he couldn’t help but marvel with him at the beauty. John gave George this freedom of imagination he didn’t know he had. Being around John was somehow inspiring, much more inspiring than any time he’d been with a bird. He wanted to kick himself for thinking so, but it was true. He looked at John, his hazel eyes glowing under the stars, a goofy but sweet smile exposing those cute teeth George loved.
“Beautiful, ain’t it?” John said, his voice soft.
“Yeah, sure is.” George said, looking at John, who seemed to illuminated by the moon and stars. John looked at George and blushed. George almost tripped, shocked to see this vulnerable expression on John’s face. It made his stomach clench and his grip on John’s side tighten. His hands became aware of where they were and tingled with the contact they were making on John. Oh god, it was happening all over again. He was falling in love with John again. He knew it was such a queer thing to say but he couldn’t find a word to better describe what John did to him. Everyday he spent with John, he fell in love with something about him. His eyes, his nose, his laugh, the characters he made, his need to make others laugh, his tough exterior that hid a soft inside…soon enough he’d be in love with all of John and the bastard would probably find something new for George to fall in love with. Most of the time he worried it showed, sometimes he worried John returned the affection, simply by small acts of blushing when meeting George’s eyes or smiling when he enters the room. Just maybe.
“Thanks…” John whispered, leaving George to wonder exactly what he’d thanked him for.
John’s apartment wasn’t far from the Cavern. George opened the door to his apartment, pulling John in first before closing the door behind him. He walked John over to the old secondhand sofa John and he found in a dump. John groaned as he fell onto the sofa.
“You alright?” George asked, realizing he still had his hand on John’s side. John closed his eyes, sighing and licking his chapped lips.
“Mmm.” John replied. George sighed and tried to pull his hand away from John’s side. John clasped George’s wrist, keeping his hand at John’s side. John hummed contempt and slowly dragged George’s hand down and underneath the hem of his shirt. George held back a groan, feeling the warmth pool in his trousers. John pulled his hand up till George’s thumb rested against John’s nipple. John moaned at the contact. George pinched it a bit, wondering if he was dreaming. John opened his eyes, full of lust and love, looking deep into George.
“A-am I beautiful?” John whispered so small a mouse would have struggle understanding what he said. It sent a shiver down George’s spin.
“Yes. Yes you are.” George said, pleased with how straight and controlled his voice sounded.
“Take me then.” John whispered, leaning up a bit, their top lips brushing against each other. For a moment, George considered the fact John was wasted, but the instant John let out a little whimpering plea, all caution disappeared. He forced his lips against John’s, finding his place on the sofa, flush with John, his knee between John’s legs.
“Ah-George!” John gasped as he thrust against George’s leg.
“You’re so beautiful.” George hissed, bitting at John’s collarbone. John’s hand gripped George’s back, pulling at the leather jacket. George licked his way up John’s neck as he rid himself of his leather jacket and shirt. George gave John sweet pecks as he reached to pull off John’s jacket.
“W-wait.” John whispered, causing George’s heart to drop. Before he could get off John, John spoke up, “I-I don’t want you to be disappointed…I’m a bit-um, fat.” George looked down at John in disbelief, could he be making it up? But then he saw the fear in John’s eyes, the embarrassment, the shame.
“You’re not fat, John.” George said, slowly pulling John’s jacket off. As he threw John’s jacket off and away, his grabbed the hem of John’s shirt. John’s breathing picked up. How could John think so lowly of himself? He’d give his left arm to have John’s body. He pulled John’s shirt off, kissing up his stomach as more flesh was revealed, John making wonderful noises the closer he got to removing the shirt. When he finally had the shirt off and thrown over god knows where, he kissed John’s nose.
“Something in the way you move…attracts me like no other lover.” George sang softly, chuckling a bit at the end. As he kissed John, licking his way into his lover’s mouth, more lyrics came to mind. He didn’t want to share this, it would be John’s song, his to own. George was his to own…at least, for tonight. The thought that John would shrug this off in the morning was a horrible but realistic thought. At least he could be loved and cherished. Tonight he could show John what love felt like. And leave before he wakes…
John moaned, rubbing his clothed cock against George’s. He bit and sucked at John’s neck, causing the man to dig deep into George’s back. He knew John was close, his entire body shaking and moaning in pleasure.
“G-George, fuck me!” John begged, gripped George’s hair. George looked up at him in shock.
“You sure?”
John nodded. George kissed John passionately, John whimpering and gasping into George’s mouth. He licked at the sounds John made, pulling John’s pants and briefs down. He departed from those lips he loved with all the world, yanking the pants off John’s feet. He unzipped himself, taking off the last of his clothing. He kissed his way up John’s thighs, John gripping the sofa as he got closer to John’s cock. It was so beautiful. Pink and swollen, dripping pearly white cum onto his delicious torso. He nipped at John’s inner thigh and another spurt of precum splattered across John’s stomach.
“Something in the way you woo me…” George sang, running his hands up John’s body, loving the feel of his soft hips against the face of his palm.
“George…” John moaned. George grabbed John’s legs, putting them over his shoulders, kissing at the shin. He scooted up, the head of his cock resting against John’s entrance.
“You ready?” George asked. John took a deep breath, letting the air out slowly, and nodded. He gripped George’s discarded hand and squeezed.
“Relax.” George soothed, caressing John’s knuckles as he held on. George pushed in, moaning as his entire cock was sucked inside John’s warmth. “Oh fuck, John!” He looked down at his lover to see him crying. He started showering John with kisses and apologies.
“I’m sorry, it kind of pulled me in, you feel so good babe, I’m sorry.” George whispered. John took a shaky breath and blushed at the pet name.
“I don’t want to leave you now. You know I believe and how…Something in your smile you know, that I don’t need no other lover.” George sang softly, feeling John relax the more he whispered his sweet melody into John’s ear.
“Y-you can move.” John whispered. George started kissing John again. It was sloppy and full of love and affection, it was better than any kiss he’d shared with another human being. He started moving slowly, loving the way John would moan and gasp as he rubbed against John’s prostate. He slipped out of John’s hand and gripped his hips, going faster, pulling in John with every thrust, hitting that spot inside John every time.
“George, ah, I love you!” John moaned. George moaned, pulling John up and into his lap. He gripped John’s face, licking his lips open. John opened wanton, and thrust himself up and down on George’s cock.
“I love you too.” George growled into John’s mouth. He gripped George’s shoulders and cried into George’s mouth as his orgasm exploded between them, covering both their torsos. George moaned as John’s entrance spasmed around his cock and after a few hard thrusts, getting as deep into John as humanly possible, his orgasm was wrenched from him and spilled into John’s warmth. They fell back, John resting his head on George’s chest, listening to the sound of George’s heartbeat.
“I could make a song out of your heartbeat.” John finally said, after coming down from their high.
“I could make a song out of your everything.” George whispered, kissing the top of John’s head.
“That song you sang me…it…it’ll be a great song to sing to your wife someday.” John whispered. George felt his happy haze be shattered. He couldn’t possibly imagine a life without John, especially now. How could John think that? Didn’t he know that was his song to own. That John was his? And George was John’s? He worried for the worst, that this was just a horny drunk John desperate to get laid. He could feel his stomach turn at the thought. Did he say he loved him just to get George going? So John Lennon could orgasm? What about all the fat comments? What was John trying to do to him?
“Yeah, it will be.” George replied, hurt drowning out his ability to think clearly. He closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep, waiting for the sound of slow breathes so he could escape before he got hurt again. He probably wouldn’t remember this anyway.
John woke up cold. He could feel a pulsing pain in his arse and he had a headache from hell. He tried to feel around for George but only felt the coarse fabric of his dump sofa. He sat up quickly, looking around the room for George, frantic. “Why’d he leave? What’d I do?” looping around in his head over and over again as he looked about. He didn’t care about the pain it caused him to sit up or the wet uncomfortable feeling of George’s sperm dripping out of him and down his thigh.
“George?!” John croaked, his voice raw and broken. He finally looked down to see a folded paper on the coffee table. He nearly ripped it opening it so fast. “Sorry for last night, it was a mistake. Hope you can find a wife to make song about too. - George”
He threw it, only to have to land softly below the sofa, thankfully hidden from his sight. He held his legs to his chest, remembering what he said.
“It’ll be a great song to sing to your wife someday. Way to fucking go, Lennon.” John cursed himself. It proved a point, John treated everything he loved like shite. He wrapped a throw around his body. George thought he was beautiful…told him he loved him and what did he do? Tell him he should serenade to some future wife. He already hated the future wife. Having what he could never have. But now he couldn’t even have a secret relationship worth a thousand public ones. The apartment around him slowly became blurry as tears swelled, begging to fall. He shouldn’t cry, he wasn’t the one hurt.
“Grow up, be a fucking man, you’ve been walked out on before.” Only the words didn’t come out heroic and tough. They came out broken and half whispered as the sobs took over. He covered his face with the throw, crying as he felt the paper below him rip his heart out over and over again.