McLennon One-Shots

Shy

Rating: NC-17
Set in: 1965
Summary: John is insecure about his body
Disclaimer: I do not and nor do I claim to own The Beatles in anyway. This is fiction and I do not make any money from this. This was also posted on my Tumblr.

John felt his heart race inside his chest. He was nervous. He had never been this nervous before sex before. Because this was Paul. Not that he had never had sex with Paul before. But it has been a few weeks and John... well... he couldn't help but notice he had gained a few pounds over the last few weeks and it's showing. And today in particular. And now Paul was tugging at his collar and moving his delicate fingers to the buttons of his shirt. His heart was pounding. Sweat was breaking out and he felt even more disgusted with himself than he already did. And now Paul was going to think so too.

'Hmm... it's been a while.' Paul moaned as he undid the top button of John's shirt and caressed the man's neck with the tips of his fingers. John gasped at that and couldn't help but pull away slightly.

'Y-yeah... been busy, you know.' He answered. He noticed is breathing got more and more heavy and hoarse. His fingers twitched around Paul's slide, unintentionally drawing him in further. Paul giggled and pressed their bodies flush together against the door.

'Oh, I know... And we really shouldn't be doing this here.' He said and grinned before burying his face in the crook of John's neck. He gave him cute, little, almost cat-like licks that made John's cock twitch with anticipation. At least his cock didn't seem to mind his fatness. Paul grabbed the doorknob and opened the door in one swift move, nearly knocking John to the ground of the bedroom. Luckily, Paul caught him just in time and pulled him up against him, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man and letting their bodies touch from crotch to shoulder with an amused and rather sexual sounding kind of laugh.

'Watch it,' Paul told him as he flicked his nose with affection, 'You might end up hurting yourself and you haven't even fucked me yet.' Though normally those words would have made John laugh loudly and made him grab Paul and throw him on the bed, telling him he should do something that little fact then before it was too late, today it didn't. Instead it made him incredible nervous and self-conscious. His stomach turned and blood drained from his head. He smiled weakly at the younger man, who only frowned a little at his less assertive behaviour.

John let Paul move them to their bed, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard the door fall shut and his knees hit the edge of the bed, making him fall backwards on the bed. Paul smiled down at him and ran his hands through the older man's hair as he crawled onto his lap, his legs on either side of the man's thighs. John placed his hand at Paul's side and slowly moved them up and down, nervous to touch anything else. Paul, however, didn't notice. He just cupped the man's cheeks in his hands and pressed their lips together in a sweet, gentle and loving kiss, that got John moaning into Paul's mouth as the younger man opened up for him.

Slowly Paul manoeuvred them completely on the bed, letting John lay down with a pillow under his head as he sucked on the man's neck and rubbed their crotches together as his longer fingers undid every single button of John's shirt. But John couldn't relax or enjoy himself. His hands were sweating and he didn't dare to run them over Paul's perfect skin. Because Paul was perfect. Unlike him. John closed his eyes briefly and took a few deep breaths and forced himself to relax as Paul flicked open button after button, exposing more and more of his fat chest.

Suddenly Paul stopped and John felt his heart slowdown in anticipation.

'John?' Paul asked him. John just nodded, not daring to open his eye, 'John, luv. Is something wrong?' Paul was asking genuinely, John could hear, but instead of telling the truth, he just shook his head. He jumped a little as he felt Paul's finger on his cheek, caressing him sweetly.