Paul couldn't seem to rip his eyes from his mate's pants. It was normal to get erections, but he couldn't help but wonder if he was the cause. John's hand had flown into his crotch just a few minutes prior when the plan bucked, but he came to believe it was a little more than just an innocent mistake. John always had a funny way of turning Paul on, calling him cute names like princess and such. It was a silly little game they'd play him and John. But Paul showed no surrender. He was often afraid John was just playing, not actually wanting the action Paul so desperately craved.
John was like that y'know. He played with people's feelings much better than he played his own guitar. Fingers pulling emotional strings like the best of puppeteers. Mostly the feelings of dumb birds, but that didn't stop Paul from thinking John could inflict the same damage on him. But would he mean it?
"Paul?"
"Oh, hm?"
"You've been staring at me pants for quite a while dear Macca".
Had John just called him dear? A bit surprised, he met John's eyes, but couldn't help but notice just how red his cheeks were. Red from embarrassment no doubt.
"Yeah John. Just a bit zoned out is all. Shocked, y'know?"
"Why shocked Macca? Did you get to thinking that you caused this little issue?"
A slick smile tugged at the corners of John's mouth.
"Oh no, of course n-"
Paul was cut off by John's soft lips against his. Paul's eyes widened before relaxing and giving in the the bliss that was John's tongue. It swirled circles, exploring and mapping every inch of Paul's mouth. John broke the kiss to whisper in Paul's ear, "Because if you thought that Macca, you were damn right".
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The Subject of His Desires
Fanfiction*SMUT* John wants more than just a platonic relationship with Paul. He hopes that one day all of his sexual fantasies will be reality. But that all depends on the subject of his desires. Paul.
