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Paul was in the bedroom him and John was sharing for the week. They were on tour, and they still shared rooms to save on "unnecessary purchases," as Brian put it. He was excited, he and John hadn't had any time alone together in what felt like forever, he wanted John to come in here with him and have his way with him. Today was special anyway, he had hoped his lover hadn't forgotten the date, but it was possible.
Meanwhile in the other room
John was mad. He was sitting on the sofa of the hotel room, watching the telly. Honestly, he didn't know why he was so upset. Maybe it was everything that was going on around him, the tours and the press. But all he wanted was to be let alone to bathe in his despair. If he could somebody would be dead at this point, rage was boiling inside of him and it wasn't helping that he knew it was a matter of time before Paul came prancing in here with some fucking grand idea.
"John!" Paul set out for his lover
Nothing
"John?" Finally, he heard a response
"Fuck off, Paul!" John spat; he was nowhere near a sex mood
"John, come on, George and Ringo are out for the evening and we barely have time for ourselves anymore!"
"Not in the mood!" John huffed as a warning, and this pushed Paul to exit the bedroom and walk in front of his lover, blocking his view of the TV.
"You're always in the mood."
"No, you're always in the mood, now move, I'm watching."
"But John..." Paul huffed and was getting slightly ticked off. Why was John being difficult? He just wanted to spend some time with him on their-
"Paul!" John pretty much screamed this time, trying to get his attention for a bit now.
"Y-yes?" Paul blinked rapidly as an attempt to clear his mind.
"Get the hell out of my way."
Paul sighed and bent down by the right side of the couch, with John sitting on the end, he took John hand in his
"Johnny, look, why are you being like this? Can't we just go into the bedroom and make things better..?" Paul batted eyelashes innocently.
John ripped his hand out of Paul's grasps and raised his eyebrows
"M'fine Paul just go away"
"But Jo-"
"Fuck sakes Paul! Not everything is about you! Okay!?! So fucking skip off to the other room and leave me the fuck alone!"
Paul froze at that, he might have stopped breathing for a minute if he was being honest. Slowly he gathered himself and calmly walked out of the living room and into the bedroom. A few seconds later he came out with his jacket and shoes on.
"M'going to find Geroge and Ringo, pray I don't piss them off too much." Paul walked out, but just as he was about to shut the door he turned around, put half of his body back into the room and spoke.
"Happy anniversary you fucking prick" and with that he walked out, slamming the door slightly. Leaving John and shocked mess
Guilt was pooling into him and the second passed and he assessed the situation. Fucking hell... He thought. He was a prick, here he was sulking for no good reason, while Paul was trying to give both of them the opportunity to enjoy the day together. To be honest this wasn't the first time he had been a dick to Paul, he constantly took his anger out on him for unnecessary reasons. Whether it was the press he was mad at, Brian, something in a song wasn't working out, or himself. Paul would always receive the bad end of it, and John felt like shit because of it. But now as he glanced around the empty hotel room he felt like he could cry.
Meanwhile.......
Paul walked around for a couple of minutes before he found George and Ringo, who were surprised to see him but didn't question it much, sensing something was wrong. They ended up having a couple of beers, nothing to crazy. But Paul had to admit he was having fun, and under different circumstances this was something he would to again. George and Ringo where great company, and not having to worry about John getting hammered was a plus. John.. He still introduced himself into his thoughts more often then Paul would have liked. He loved the basterd, but hell... Sometimes it felt like he was nothing more than a pretty face to shag every once in a while.
"You guys thinking it's time to head back?" George asked, sipping the last bit of beer he had left in his cup.
"Eh maybe, poor Johnnys probably going to have a fit we went out and left him" Ringo said sighed and running a hand through his now deflated hair.
"Paul, you ready to go?" George asked standing up
Snapping out his trance he slowly lifted his head and nodded. "Y-yeah, we can go, I'll pay" and with that he walked off the to bartender and paid the bill and nodded towards to door indicating the other two to follow, which they did. On the way back to the hotel, George and Ringo made small talk as usual, enjoying the company of the other. They did that well, blocking out other people and enjoying the moment with eachother instead of dwelling on something else. It was something that Paul envied, he was quite the opposite, he dwelled big time, sometimes he drove himself mad just thinking about all the different outcomes of a situation that may or may not happen.
But as the journey back continued he started to analize the situation with John again. Honestly he didn't know how he felt, part of him was mad at John for being a massive prick, but the other part of him felt guilty for pushing him. They had been togehter for 8 years today so he could pretty much always sense whenever something was wrong and John needed to be left alone. But today being the day that it was he took the chance of finding out what was wrong and possibility offering a solution, which sometimes really did work. But more times than not he just stormed off and did the John way of apologising, which was muttering sweet things over sex.
"Home sweet temporary home" Ringo chuckled and he walked up the main entrance of the hotel with Paul and Geroge trailing behind.
"Yeah well, beats Hamburg" George muttered under his breath, Ringo didn't seem to hear but Paul sent him and reassuring smile.
They all loaded themselves into the elevator and rode up to the room.
Paul was getting anxious about facing John again, no he wasn't scared of him. But knowing him as long as he has he knew how him temper could made him and while it was all unintentional. He would be pretty imtimadating. Paul was drowning in his thoughts as the elevator arrvied at their floor and they walked down the hall to there room.
Room 909
Ringo unlocked the door, Paul followed and George closed the door being last and retrieved the key.
"John? You in here" Ringo called out as he entered the living room while Geroge and Paul stayed behind taking a seat at the kitchen table and chatting.
"No..." John was sitting on the floor in a ball-like position, hiding his face in knees.
"John..? You okay mate?" Ringo slowly walked towards him and kneled infront of him.
Relizing him form of vulnerability, he shot up and started a forced chuckle to try and play it off as a act.
"Yeah! Just pulling your leg Rings" John swallowed hard at his next question.
"W-wheres Geroge and Paul.....?"
Ringo was slightly taken aback by the stutter and in his head started to put two and two together. John must have messed up with Paul, thats why he came to joining us out of the blue.
"Just in the kitchen Johnny" George spoke up having heard the conversation through the tiny room and answered for Ringo.
John nodded and made his way to the room, leaving a proud Ringo smiling to himself about his single-handed discovery.
"Hey John, how are ya?" Geroges naisly voice cut through the obiouse tension at the table. He figured something had happened, but he was't going to try and get involved. Especially since they didn't seem to want to talk about it.
"I'm alright, just been lazying around, y'know" John responded while looking across the table to Pauls who has doing him not-so healthy habbit of bitting his thumb.
George nodded understandadly. "Well, I don't suppose any of you gys would be up for a game of Monopoly?" He asked trying to make something happen.
Paul shook his head
"No thanks Geo, It's been a great couple of hours with you and Rings but I need to get to bed, we still have that conference in the morning y'know" Paul stood up and darted towards the bedroom.
George smiled and watch him leave, John still shamefully looking at the table.
That was until he felt a hand abruptly contact the back of him head
"Ah! The hell George!"
"Oh, come on! Don't do that! What did you do earlier, Paul was fine when me and Rings left this morning, but then when he walked into the bar he looked horrible." George was whisper-yelling in an attempt to prevent Paul from hearing.
"Nothing. George. It doesn't concern you" John said finally looking up
"You don't want to tell me fine. But come on John, go in there and fix it. Clearly you did something bad because whens the last time Paul turned down a chance to beat us all at Monopoly"
John sighed and nodded, standing up to go and try to apologise.
Paul was changed and in bed, facing the wall and covered completely, except for his head which was barely visible from the angle John saw him from when he opened the door.
"Paulie?" John cautiously made his way towards the bed and sat and the end looking down and playing with his fingers in his lap.
"Look.." He sighed and tried his best to swallow his stupid fucking ego
"I-i messed up Paul okay, the fucking press have been on my ass about my stupid "Bigger than Jesus thing" and I can't get out of my own head. Not that thats your fault it's just. When you came out wanting to...well you y'know. I just wasn't in the mood, and then out of nowhere I just snapped okay. I-i...." He stopped himself before taking a deep breath in and starting again
"I'mm sorry" John looked back to see that Paul now propped up against the headboard, barechest showing as he slept shirtless.
"It's okay Johnny, I pushed you to far and I should have just let you be" Paul said quietly looking at him eyes not giving John much to work with.
John shuffled a bit before getting on the bed entirely and sitting criss-cross infront of Paul. He shook his head.
"You shouldn't have to know, or backoff. I should have just told you what was wrong, okay I'm a fucking idiot..."
Paul chuckled a bit before answering "Yeah, yeah you are" Paul smiled warmly at him, which nearly made John melt.
" Y'know I would even go as far as saying you can be a right prick to" Paul said with a smirk, causing John to have no choice but to smile and non with a faint chuckle, when he decided to leap forward and capture Pauls lips in a kiss, which he and immediately exempted.
John pulled away first and moved to straddle his wasit and ingroved in fingers in Pauls dark locks, pulling slightly. Causing Paul to groan.
John still felt like shit about what had happened and swore to himself he was going to give the whole being open shit a shot. But he also knew he never filled Paul's request earlier and with John now being slightly turned on he was more than happy to comply; feeling he was always better with showing his affection rather than trying to put it into words.
He thrusted his tongue into Pauls mouth and started to rock his hips back and forth to try and create a little more friction between the two. Paul moaned lowly at this and started to thrust his
hips up into John, causing them both to grow suddenly and quickly.
"Johnny~" Paul moaned as quietly as he could, aware of the other people a room over.
John moved down to Pauls neck, scattering it completely in hot wet kisses, leaving marks for later. Humming at the taste, bitting and sucking as much as he possible could, leaving Paul in a slightly bruised daze.
"Fuck, I love you Pauile." John brought his lips against Pauls teasingly brushing them against each other.
"I love you to Johnny." Paul being the deasperate fucker he is left forward and fully tasted John, and it was fucking awesome.