McLennon SMUT

Chapter Two

John's point of view

Most people look at me and think I'm an asshole. That's probably because I am. But even assholes have their weaknesses. Some people are assholes because of their weaknesses. Including me. But I have one weakness that eats at me everyday; Paul McCartney. I try to act like and asshole around him, but it's so hard. I think he sees that I'm not as bad as I act, that's why he's my boyfriend. I don't want Paul to think I'm using his love for sex, but, ugh. The truth is I want sex, with Paul. Only Paul. Last night, I started "touching" him and it seemed like he wanted more. But George had to ruin it. I played it off, but I was disappointed. More. I wanted more. I needed more. I know Paul wanted to take things slow, but, I couldn't wait any longer. And yeah, I'm a bloody queer, if ya got a problem with that, you can shove it up my ass. Judge me all you want, but I don't care. I was pissing myself off over nothing. We were all hanging around in the hotel. I needed a smoke. I know, I know. You're not supposed to smoke in a hotel. Well, last time I checked, I don't give a fuck. I grabbed my cigars a lit one. I sat on the corner of the bed. No one was paying attention, the others were sitting on a couch around the corner, so they couldn't see me. They were being boring. I hate adult conversations. Paul suddenly walked in a sat down next to me. He was silent for a second, then he said,

"So about what happened last night," 

He shifted a little. I nervously glanced at him. I couldn't keep eye contact. Suddenly, a wave of anxiety washed over me. 

"Here's the thing, John." Paul stated. 

He stopped for a second. Taking a deep breath, he whispered,

"I want you to turn me on, if you know what I mean,"

I almost choked on the smoke from my cigar, for I was in complete shock. He wanted exactly what I wanted. My pants felt tighter. I was getting excited. I covered the fact I was getting eager. 

"Alright, how 'bout I fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked in your life later on tonight," I whispered back in a sexual voice.

Paul looked satisfied. I handed my cigar to Paul and said,

"You can finish this one off, babe,".

I stood up and quickly went into the bathroom to calm myself down. We had a concert in an hour, and I didn't want to look like a horny bastard on stage. I grabbed my crotch.

Calm down, Lennon. You still have a few hours until you'll get the chance to fuck Paul.

I calmed myself in about two minutes then I left the bathroom. Paul stood up when he saw me. I got closer to him, then I grabbed his waist. I kissed his neck and I couldn't help but give him a hickey. I was fired up. 

"I'll do anything for you, princess," I whispered in his ear.

Paul shivered. I called him princess because I knew it makes him blush. I winked at him. He almost looked like one of those fangirls we see all the time, like he was going to pass out. I chuckled at the sight of him freaking out. Then I remembered when I confessed my love for him in high school. I didn't even let him respond to my confession, I just kissed him. His face looked exactly like it does now. Good times. 

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Hey everyone, I know this story is slow moving, for real, but I promise the sexual action will start in the next chapter. Stay tuned for more. As always, thanks for reading, and your feedback is welcome. Peace and Love.