ringo sat upon georges bed, pinned against the wall with his hands over his head, lips intertwined.
enveloped in a mix of love and lust radiating from them both.
"fuck george"
ringo moaned out, tugging at georges hair.
"i want you, ringo"
ringo complied as george slowly pulled his shirt up, by lifting up his arms.
"youre driving me bloody mad."
then ringo woke up.
he awoke cold, and alone in his dark bedroom.
the front of his trousers soaked.
he grumbled as he kicked off his soaking wet pajamas, angered at himself for falling for george, who was most certaintly not gay.