This Boy - Mclennon

Chapter 23: Help!

~Paul's~

The smell of his musky skin was a turn on in itself.

As John crawled on top of me with a smug smirk on his face, I could feel the blood rushing from my head down to my groin almost making me light headed.  I felt his thighs brush up against mine. His shirt was hanging off of him, showing off his distinguishable collarbones. The light moan that escaped his mouth and touch of his lips on mine was indescribable, it sent shivers down my spine. I felt a smile creep out the sides of my mouth uncontrollably. John slowly began to pull my trousers off, kissing down my thighs as he did so. The heat between us was like fire.

Soon, we found both of ourselves completely nude. John was lying on top of me kissing me passionately as he thrusted himself against me. "I need you so badly, Paul," John moaned against my mouth. He slid down my body so perfectly he felt like my missing puzzle piece. When he took me in his mouth I couldn't help but yelp his name. John worked his way up and down my shaft and moaned against me. I thrusted into his mouth and tangled my fingers in his soft auburn hair.  "Fuck, Johnny," I moaned as quietly as I could. John lifted himself up and sat on top of me, grabbing my dick and placing himself on top of it. As he slowly slid himself down I closed my eyes. As I slid fully side of him I grabbed his hips. "Fuckin' hell, yer so fuckin tight." I groaned. John made a few uncomfortable noises before he settled himself on top of me, beginning to thrust his hips.

"You feel so fuckin' good inside of me," John moaned as he began wanking himself as I fucked him. Beads of sweat were  dripping off John's forehead, the mere sight made me close. "Oh Paul, don't stop, right there fuck I'm gonna cum," He began moaning louder. I began to pump myself in and almost-out of him, hitting that lump that made him squeal. "Fuck, John!" I yelled almost too loud as we both spilled our seed, me inside of him and him all over my chest and stomach. 

John went to the bathroom, and I stood up and grabbed a dirty towel to wipe myself off. I collapsed down on the bed and John wasn't far behind doing the same thing on my small bed. "Fuckin' hell. That was amazing." John said breathlessly.  "Yer tellin' me." I smiled and cuddled up next to him as he flung his arm around me. "Have ye ever thought about kids, Paul?" John asked quietly. "Ye mean havin' some of me own?" I asked, resting my chin on his chest and looking up at his wandering eyes. "Yeah, I mean, we obviously can't make 'em. Does that change anything for ye?" John said, remaining quiet. "Of course not, John! Y'know we can always adopt." I said, smiling, trying to bring his spirits back up. They were seemingly down, now. "Oh alright. I just want to make sure I give you the life you've always wanted.." John said through a yawn.

"A life with you is all I'll ever need."

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~John's~

I woke up to a bright bedroom with sunlight shining desperately through Paul's window. Paul was thrashing back and forth. "STOP!" He kept crying out. "Paul, love, it's only me. Wake up," I said soothingly until finally he opened his eyes. "It's only me," I whispered again, pulling him in close. "Sorry," Paul mumbled into my neck. "What happened, baby?" I asked. Paul sat up and stretched, showing off his perfect figure, flawless skin and adorably messy bed-hair. "It was just me Da--, it was just Jim. Took Mike. I don't really wanna talk about it." Paul tried to explain. He stood up and began to get dressed. "Where d'ye think yer goin'?" I asked, sitting up and stretching myself. "We've gotta take Mike to school!" Paul giggled as he jumped to pull his trousers up, a small baggie falling out of the back pocket and onto the floor. "Paul..." I began, as I stood up myself and grabbed my shirt.

"John, I swear these are the trousers that I wore home from Hamburg, I haven't gotten a chance to get rid of 'em, I promise..." Paul was a rambling, nervous little boy again. "It's okay, I believe you. Can we get rid of them?" I asked, still sounding disappointed. "Not yet. I promise I won't take them, I'm just not ready... Y'know?" Paul sounded like he was begging as I turned my back and took my medication, the talk of his pills had reminded me.

We were interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door. I opened it as Paul shoved the baggie into his top drawer. "Good morning!" Mike greeted with a smile from ear to ear. "I am ready to go!" He announced. Paul grabbed Mike into a tight hug, it warmed my heart. Mike laughed and pushed his big brother off of him. "Lets go! I'm gonna be late!" Mike said as he ran down the stairs to put his shoes on. "Come on then, love. Let's get Mike off to school, then you best go see Mimi." Paul said, walking back over to me and placing a kiss on my cheek.

We followed the young boy out the door after throwing our jackets on. Mike was skipping and hopping around us like a child on Christmas morning. I loved how close he and Paul were, but I suppose they had to be close considering their previous circumstances. "Paul, do you think Mum is still watching us?" Mike asked out of the blue as he grabbed his older brothers hand, not slowing his pace but his facial expression changing from a smile to a straight face. "Of course she is, Mikey." Paul sighed. "But, then, why would she let that stuff happen to you?" Mike asked even quieter. My heart nearly stopped at the question. I had no idea how to answer that question, I couldn't even help Paul with that one. Paul, like Mike and I,  remained silent for the rest of the walk to Mike's school. We approached the gates, and Paul crouched down in front of Mike.

"Sometimes bad things happen, Mikey. But no matter what happens, no matter where Mum is, you know I'm here. You can rely on me, okay mate?" Paul said, trying to be assuring. I smiled at Mike over Paul's shoulder, who smiled back and looked at his brother. "Okay!" He agreed and hugged Paul. I crouched down and hugged him too. "We totally look like a queer couple dropping off our child." I joked. "We kind of are, Johnny." Paul laughed with me. "I've gotta catch the bus, love. We need some food in the fridge, figure Gin should rest. Send my love to Mimi." Paul said, I wished that I could've kissed him. "I'll call ye?" I called after him. Paul didn't respond, he just turned around to walk backwards and winked at me.

As I walked toward Mimi's house I thought about our wedding and how excited I was. I wished that I could've told Mimi, but I knew she wouldn't have been supportive at all. At least we had little Mike to support us.

Suddenly I was shoved and fell onto my hands and knees. "Bloody hell!" I said angrily as I shot up onto my feet, noticing small little scrapes of blood on either one of my hands. I spun around quickly to find Jim McCartney staring at me with anger in his eyes. We stared at each other for what seemed like five minutes, silently and angrily. "I don't know what kind of nonsense you've put into my son's head but it's your fault he won't even give me a chance." Jim stated, finally breaking the silence. "I haven't put anything in your son's head." I growled, trying to keep my composure. "It was only after you came along that he started talking back, getting stroppy on me." Jim said, taking a slight step back from me. "You were a raging alcoholic who nearly killed his own son, d'ye realize that mate?" I snapped back, taking a bigger step toward him. "I think yer probably the most daft man I've ever met." I snarled and stepped closer.

"Unfortunately for you, young man, you can try as hard as you'd like, but my son will never love another man the way you evidentially love him. It just isn't going to happen." Jim said, inching closer to me. "Dirty fag." He added.

Before I could stop myself my knuckles were already bleeding and Jim was lying on his back, cupping his bleeding nose.

"Leave Paul and Mike the fuck alone. If you want to bother me, I don't mind givin' an old man a busted nose." I said as I spat on the ground beside him and walked away, checking out my knuckles. They were bleeding quite profusely now, must've gotten his teeth.  I felt a sharp pain in my left lower back, shooting up my spine and down my legs. I turned around to see Jim, standing with a small, sharp pocket knife dripping with blood. "Ye just bloody stabbed me?!" I grabbed at my back, trying to find the wound. My hands were shaking. I knew it wasn't enough to kill me, but it was enough to make me want to kill him.

As I lunged at him, he spun around and bolted as fast as the old geezer could. There was no chasing him, I could feel blood trickling down my back. I couldn't go to Mimi like this, she would have a heart attack.

I limped my way to Paul's house, hoping to God that nobody saw me and that he wasn't home yet, nor his Aunt. I burst through the door, not taking off my wet boots and limped up to the bathroom. I striped off my shirt and tried to twist my body to see the wound in the mirror. "You've had worse, Lennon." I muttered to myself. I ran the bath and waited for it to fill, feeling light headed. I stared at the water, holding my shirt against the bleeding hole. Once it was full, I striped down and climbed into the bath. Fuck did it ever sting.

I lied down carefully, watching the water turn deep red.

My eyes faded slowly shut.