To Those Who Don't Belong

12

*Meanwhile at George's apartment*

Paul's POV
"Oh-aah! John!" I moaned. He felt so good. The sound of moans and John's crotch slapping against my arse filled the room.

"Oh... so good Paul," John breathed in my ear sending a rush of lust down my spine. It was going to happen. "God Paul, I'm gonna cum in ye'," okay, now it was happening.

I gripped the pillows in front of my face. John's arms tightened around my stomach as he basically collapsed on my pre-push up positioned body.

I felt an intense warm feeling expand in my gut and then finally exit me. I breathed heavily.

"God, you're a good shag," John caught his breath. Is that all I was? A good shag and a pretty face?

"Oh... you're good too," but it was too late. John was snoring beside me.

Did he just wanna do me, or do we actually have a chance? A chance to eat dinner together... A chance to sing together in the shower... A chance to be happy for once in my life.

Wake up John...