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Paul barely had any time to breathe. The press circuit they ran through after their first visit to America had been even more hectic than the trip itself. Everyone wanted to know what the four band members thought of the States. Life felt like a constant stream of radio interviews and tv show appearances.
To make things even worse, Paul and John had gotten no time to themselves as of late. Circumstances that made John irritable and pretty nasty to be around. He and Paul had only fucked once since being home, and it was driving him up a wall. He lashed out in rehearsals and snapped at everyone in his vicinity. Paul watched with concern from his seat behind his bass. John was an incredible man, but times like this reminded Paul that his partner could be as difficult as he was brilliant. Paul took off his headphones and suggested a short break. A silent agreement passed between the four men, and they began shuffling around the studio. Ringo stood from his drums, leaving to stretch his legs. George placed his guitar down and announced he was going to find something to drink.
The door swung closed, leaving Paul and John alone in the small rehearsal room.
“Mind taking it down a notch?” Paul asked, exasperated.
“Oh, please. Don’t start with me,” John rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up on the chair in front of him. He held his guitar close to his chest and began picking at the strings pointedly.
“What do you get out of being so difficult?” Paul implored.
“What do you get out of being on my dick about everything?” John spat back.
John’s retort hung in the air. Paul could see John’s tongue dart out and lick his lips from across the room.
Paul couldn't let the opportunity slip past him.
“Well, as a matter of fact, I haven’t been on that dick for quite a while,” Paul said, causing John to pause and look up from his guitar.
”And I’d be willing to bet this attitude of yours is largely a result of that," Paul concluded.
John practically threw his guitar on the ground as he leaped from his chair. In an instant, he was at Paul’s throat. He wrapped his long fingers around Paul’s neck, staring Paul down for a moment before bringing him in for a searing kiss. Paul instinctively opened his mouth, immediately feeling the warm pillow of John’s tongue against his. They kissed deeply, taking turns exploring each other's mouths. Paul latched onto John’s bottom lip, feeling the soft skin between his teeth. John went to sneak his hands under Paul’s shirt when the younger man broke away.
“Wait a minute,” Paul said breathlessly, “Rich and Geo could be back any minute.” Paul’s eyes darted towards the door and then back to John. John’s hair was standing up at impossible angles, thanks to Paul's roaming hands, and his lips were still slick with Paul’s spit. John said nothing, but Paul could see the desperation in his eyes.
Screw it.
Paul closed his eyes as he went to kiss John again. Their bodies melded together. Limbs flying around chaotically, desperate to eliminate the distance between them. Paul took the lead, walking John back to his chair and guiding him to sit with a gentle hand on his shoulder. Paul wasted no time climbing into John’s lap, slotting their hips together. Both men let out a harmonious moan at the friction, cocks swelling in their pants. John ran his hands up Paul’s back, feeling the individual vertebrae of Paul’s spine underneath his fingers. Paul squirmed underneath John’s touch, making small noises into the crook of John’s neck.
“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” John whispered in Paul’s ear, "Been needing you so bad." He nuzzled the soft curls of hair there and took Paul's earlobe between his teeth. He continued biting and sucking Paul’s ear for a bit, savoring all the exquisite sounds coming from Paul’s mouth. John continued his way down Paul’s neck, mouthing at the beautiful column of his throat. He bit down with a bit of force, and Paul dug his nails into John’s shoulder. Then, Paul let out a shrill whine and arched his back, causing their bulges to rub together in a way that made him see stars. He kept rocking his hips against John. The sensation of John’s clothed erection against his was delicious, and Paul kept with his ministrations without stopping.
“I love having you like this,” John said in a low voice. His hands had come to rest on Paul’s hips, supporting him as he continued grinding against John.
“Imagine if the boys came in and saw you like this, all worked up and dry humping me like your life depends on it.” Paul bit his lip at John’s words. He briefly pictured the scene. What would it be like if George and Richie walked it on them right then? Paul imagined the disbelief on their faces as they made eye contact with Paul. He wouldn’t stop. He would continue to ride John, mouth hanging open in pleasure as his friends watched, dumfounded.
Suddenly, John tangled a hand in the hair behind Paul’s head and slammed their lips together, jolting Paul back to reality. Paul moaned into John’s open mouth, and before long, Paul was shaking. His hips stuttered as he slumped forward against John. He came untouched, the conjured image of his friends' shocked faces still fresh behind his eyelids.
“Keep going, baby, I’m almost there,” John encouraged in a soft voice. Paul did as he was told and continued to rock himself against John. Paul made a show of it, deliberately rolling his hips in a large circle and moaning loudly. John's hips jerked upwards to meet Paul’s, and Paul felt John’s grip on his waist tighten as he came with a deep sigh. They sat there with their arms tangled around each other, chests heaving as they settled back into their bodies. John planted a kiss on Paul’s cheek and wiped the hair from his forehead.
Paul opened his mouth to say something when he heard the echo of Ringo’s laugh down the hallway. He scrambled to get off of John and frantically tried to straighten his clothes. There was a small stain on the front of his pants, and Paul hurried to sit down and grab his bass to hide it. John adjusted himself and draped his jacket over his lap.
Soon, the other two band members burst into the room, chatting away with each other. They paused their conversation as they walked in, noticing the odd tension in the room. Paul sat awkwardly hunched over his guitar, with a toothless smile, while John grinned like a madman with his hands folded behind his head.
George slowly began speaking again, finishing his thought as he looked cautiously between Paul and John.
“You guys doing alright?” George asked as he went to pick up his instrument.
“Just peachy,” John replied, and George just stared at him, bewildered.
“Right… Well, glad you’re feeling better.” He heard Paul choke back a laugh and had half the mind to start yelling at the two of them. Give them a piece of his mind, and let them know he knew all about their dirty little secret. Messing around was one thing, but in the studio! And after the attitude John had been giving them all morning, the audacity was almost admirable. However, once it was clear that whatever salacious things they had gotten up to had put John in a much better mood, George quickly forgot he was supposed to be upset. In fact, he found himself grateful for the intermission. John’s demeanor had done a complete one-eighty. Now, he was relaxed and humorous, making the rehearsal quite enjoyable.
They practiced their new songs and refined the final details of some lyrics together. Towards the end of the session, John began shouting nonsense into his microphone. Paul started to do the same, matching his chaotic energy. Soon enough, the rest of the band joined in on the banter until the four of them were doubled over with laughter. They finished messing about and packed up in easy silence. Paul and John hung around, waiting to be the last to leave. Paul waved goodbye to George as he slipped out of the room.
Paul closed the latch on his guitar case and went to stand. He looked down at his crotch, the dried mess in his pants making him uncomfortable for the last three hours. The matching stains on the front of their pants were slightly less noticeable now, but still embarrassing. As Paul turned around, he was greeted by John planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Paul exhaled through his nose and settled into John’s arms. It really had been too long since they had spent quality time together, just the two of them. They continued kissing when suddenly the door to the rehearsal studio flew open. In the doorway stood a very shocked Ringo Starr with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
“I- I forgot my drumsticks,” He stammered, staring at the men. John and Paul stared back, neither party daring to move. Paul snapped back to reality first and took a step back from John.
“Oh, hey, Rings! We were just...” Paul’s voice died in his throat. He had nothing.
“Hey, don’t worry about me. I’m just gonna go, I’ll see you guys later.” Ringo backed out of the room, leaving in a hurry without retrieving his drumsticks. Paul looked over at John, downturned eyes filled with worry.
“What are we going to do?” Paul asked.
John shrugged his shoulders and responded, “Maybe it’s time to come clean, aren’t you tired of always having to hide?”
Paul pondered it for a moment. He never thought he would be in this position. The thought of confessing to George and Richie was mortifying, but there was no point in trying to deny anything now. Ringo was probably on his way to spill his guts to George that very instant. Plus, George had been acting differently since their return from America. Always casting curious looks over at Paul and John whenever the two were near each other. The more he thought about it, Paul suspected their news wouldn’t even be half the bombshell he thought it would be.
“I guess you’re right,” Paul conceded. “Cats out of the bag, no point in trying to kill it now.” He didn’t know if he was ready, but he knew he loved John and was willing to face the truth for him.
Paul took a deep breath to calm himself. “I reckon it's time to call a family meeting.”