McLennon SMUT

Chapter One

Paul's Perspective:

I've known John for three years. He's been my boyfriend all those years. John always knows how to turn me on without even laying a hand on me. He called me "princess" the other day and I wanted nothing more but for John to touch me. My sexual urge has built up over the years, and I can't stand it anymore. I want to have sex with John. I'm to embarrassed to ask, especially because we've never done it before. I know you're technically supposed to have sex before you get married, but, I'm going to hell anyways, might as well. What should I do? I know John wouldn't hate me for asking, but what if he says no? It would only make me feel bad. But, at the same time, what if he says yes? Ugh. I just don't know...

The Beatles were on tour at the time, so we were all staying at a hotel. I decided it would be a good idea to take a long, warm shower. I tried clearing my mind, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about how I should ask John. 

Maybe I could write a song. No, that's a dumb idea. I mean, what would it say, 

Fuck me, please,

You mean so much to me,

You turn me on with one word,

And make my heart fly like a bird....

Yeah, how about no. Maybe I'm just over think the whole situation. Maybe I should just find the right time, and wing it. Yeah, I like that idea. What could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by pounding on the bathroom door.

"'urry up, Paul, I gotta pee!" George yelled. 

I rolled my eyes and finished up. I dried off and put my pajamas on. I opened the bathroom door only to see George impatiently waiting outside. I laughed as he stormed into the bathroom saying,

"Took ya long enough," 

It was about time for us all to go to bed. The four of us always shared a room with two beds. We all made a silent agreement that John and I would share a bed, and George and Ringo would share another. John was already laying in bed, slowly falling asleep. I could tell he was exhausted. I got in bed and buried my face into John's chest. I felt John slowly wrap his arms around me, and pull me closer to him. I tried to play it cool, but my heart was racing. My face turned red as he kissed my ear. 

"Queers," Ringo said. 

"Fuck off, Rings," John mumbled back.

I smiled and held John close to me. God, how I wanted to grind on John. I heard George jump into bed with Ringo and stitch the lights off. John suddenly placed his hand on my thigh. I flinched. He slowly moved his hand in-between my legs, if ya know what I mean. He started slowly rubbing me. It felt so good. 

"Harder, John," I moaned without thinking.

John started going harder, but he stopped when the lamp turned on. 

"No, stop, GOD please no!" George exclaimed.

I felt my face turn red. John sat up and I turned on my stomach and buried my face in my pillow. 

"I support your relationship, but don't you dare make sexual sounds in the same room as us. Also, please keep your clothes on, we don't need to see that," George firmly stated. 

John just chuckled. 

"Okay, Geo-boy," John replied.

I heard Ringo snicker, then moments later, the light switched off. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Paulie," John whispered.

I wish I had the confidence John had. Sometimes his confidence made his an asshole, but at least it was something. I decided that tomorrow I would make my move, for John had already made his. I wish it lasted longer. I eventually drifted off to sleep, thinking of John. 

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Hey, I know this chapter is short, sorry, but I hope you enjoy it so far. Let me know. Thanks for reading and as always, a new chapter is coming real soon. :)