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may 1859
(warning, this chapter is gonna be a lot of just sex so if u dont wanna read it, then wait til the next chapter)
"God, lookin' back on it makes me want ta crawl in a hole an' die." John's muffled voice sounded from beneath the many pillows that he had buried himself face-down in.
"Would ye stop whinin'?" Ringo rolled his eyes from the spot on his desk, where he was writing a letter to his auntie about something - but John wasn't really worried about that at the moment. John let out a groan and rolled over onto his back, sprawled out on Ringo's large bed, training his troubled gaze on the peach-coloured ceiling above. "It wasn't tha' bloody bad. Sounds like Paul is down fer it."
"I know, but I really like..." He trailed off, licking his lips as he fought for the right words. The memory of getting so caught up in his fantasies and Paul's utter confusion in his face popped into his mind, causing him to roll back onto his stomach and bury his head in his arms. "I am so shit at communicatin' what I want sometimes!" He let out a half-outcry, half-chuckle as he slowly sat back up, resting his back against the bed's headboard.
"Ye got that right." Ringo let out a laugh, turning around on his chair so he was sitting on it backwards, resting his forearms on the top and smirking down at his best friend. "Look, 'm sure 's gonna be fine. 's not yer first time," he paused.
"It is for Paul though." John cut in with a raise of an eyebrow. "With a man, at least."
"True. But from what ye told me he said, 'm sure it's gonna be fine. I wish ye luck, mate." Ringo smiled more warmly this time, lifting a leg and nudging John's leg with his foot; which was dangling off the edge of the bed.
"Thanks. 'm dead scared, but if it goes well..." He trailed off, thoughts of what could transpire that night - when the two planned to do it - clouding his mind and causing his cheeks to go beet red and eyes widen.
"Ugh, I don't wanna hear anymore." Ringo mocked disgust with a laugh, before standing up, folding up the letter he wrote. "C'mon, gotta post this. Let's go off to the pub fer a few after, eh? Not enough to get hammered, though," he watched John hop off the bed with a joyful grin, whacking his back with a smirk. "gotta make sure ye remember this night!"
"Christ, pack it, would ya?" John's cheeks somehow flushed even more and he pushed Ringo off him with a roll of his eyes. "Yer never gonna let me forget this."
"Trust me, I won't."
"George's gonna hear about it too, won't 'e? An' he's gonna tell every single person we know ever an' he'll haunt me dreams fer all eternity?"
"You bet." Ringo puffed out his chest proudly as they left the house into the afternoon light.
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Some people say people do stupid things for love. That it confuses you, befuddles your mind and leave you in a whirlwind of beating hearts, fluttering chests, and stumbling words. Some people also say that love can clear your mind, almost give you a sort of - tunnel vision; show you the path you ought to walk in life. Love is a universal experience that is shared all around the world; whether it be platonic, romantic, paternal, etc - the majority of humanity experiences it at some point. Everyone feels different things and makes different actions in the name of the experience we, as a species - crave.
As for John Lennon, he was braving the streets of Liverpool, weaving through crowds and wet alleyways at great personal risk, for love. His sleepy eyes were squinted against the evening sun as it sank beneath the horizon, staining the city he was so fond and familiar with with rich, deep oranges and reds - the sounds of jubilant voices and thudding footsteps, clashing of water against boat from the docks, as the creatures of the night began to emerge; regular pub-goers, prostitutes, urchins, the like.
But none of it seemed to affect the agitated prince - he was lost within his own thoughts, a regular occurrence for him. A hand constantly running through his downy chestnut locks, hazel eyes staring unblinkingly at the moving ground below, anxious footsteps quick and agile as he reached closer and closer to his destination. The atmosphere around him changed, roads turning to dirt, houses growing more and more dilapidated as he went on; shops and markets transforming into endless farm fields, the smell of mulch and dust accompanying the sights. Something he wasn't familiar with whatsoever.
Until he met Paul, of course.
Paul McCartney. A very strong constant in his life at that point. He had burst into his life suddenly like a flame exploding into action, hot flames licking up his body and consuming all the oxygen from him - and he welcomed every second of it. The boy was irrevocably stubborn, unfailingly kind, willing to stand up for what he believed in, intelligent, headstrong; and so, so addicting to John. His life had changed very much that year - before this year, the two weren't even friends. Knew of each other, yes - but Paul was very persistent on not associating with him. So much had changed since then. And John would say it had for the better.
Speaking of, the prince was now standing outside his house. It was a modest house, with peeling white paint, crumbling bricks, rotting wood - and two families in each floor. A regular poor/working class home. It always had a warm feeling inside it, though - a feeling of family. Something that was pretty much entirely foreign to John.
Jim was a strict man sometimes, and preferred to keep his kids in line and teach them good discipline, but he wasn't heartless. He was very accepting of his children's hobbies and friends the majority of the time. He was even accepting of John. The problem is, though.. he didn't know that John was the prince of the city they lived in. Just a minor setback, of course.
Instead of going up the dark wooden porch (which often looked like it would collapse under you if you tried to put your weight on it) he veered off to the right, towards the window on the corner that would see into the tiny one bedroom the McCartney family all shared. Its tattered curtains were pulled shut, so he couldn't see inside - it worried him a little, causing him to itch the side of his face; which was beginning to dampen from the sticky spring air (it reminded him that summer would start in only a month or so), because he didn't want to be caught standing there by anyone other than Paul.
So, he thanked the gods (if there were any) when the curtains were drawn back and Paul was behind them, the boy shoving the dodgy window open with a grunt. He suddenly spotted John there, jumping back in fright before relaxing, recognising his boyfriend.
"Jesus, John! Scared the shit out of me." He giggled, climbing easily through the window and onto the overgrown grass in front of the older boy. "Nearly crapped me pants."
"I bet ye secretly did." John smirked amiably.
"Only a little." Paul winked. John couldn't help but stare like a total idiot, cheeks pink and mouth parted ever so slightly as he did so - just seeing Paul's ebony hair, shaggy and luscious, reminding him faintly of a Labrador's pelt; lazy eyes sparkling with a newfound fondness, framed perfectly with his dark vaulted brows and gloomy eyelashes. Chapped lips stained rosy, pulled up in his usual adorable grin, causing flushed cheeks to puff up, bunny-like teeth flashing in the deep fading light. He was clad in a worn-out pair of overalls and a beige shirt underneath, both sleeves of the clothing rolled up to reveal hairy arms and legs, bare feet comfortable in the dewy cool grass. How the hell did I get a boyfriend this fucking hot?
"Ghhu-yer really hhhhahahah-beautiful." The noises escaped from his lips before he could stop it, and he quickly ducked his head in embarrassment. Jesus christ, John, what was that?
"Thanks," Paul's expression softened and he gently lifted John's chin with a calloused finger, which was still slightly stained with dust and dirt from working out in the farm his family and the Asher's owned. "yer not too bad yerself, prince Lennon, yer highness."
"God, I hate that," John rolled his eyes with a scoff, leaning into Paul's tender touch as his hands travelled down to his chest and wrapped around his back comfortingly, resting his own on the younger's shoulders. "being called 'your highness'. It's just annoyin' an' makes me feel like a twat."
"Ye are a twat." Paul raised an eyebrow, smirk playing across his lips. John couldn't help but notice the smatter of freckles across his nose and cheeks were always prominent in the sunlight. "But a good one."
"Gee, thanks." He snorted. "Makes me feel great."
"Good! You should feel great." Paul patted his back with a playful laugh before - unfortunately - pulling away from his touch as he began walking away. Longing for the touch again, John's body instinctively move forward to follow the hands for a second before stopping, standing there for a few seconds in awe as he watched Paul go. Shit, it's gonna happen. It's happening. Oh god I'm gonna die jesus christ. This boy is driving me insane ohhh god- His eyes trained on his arse for a few seconds, but was cut off when he turned around.
"You comin' or are ye just gonna stand there and stare at me arse all day?" Paul crossed his arms over his chest with a chuckle.
"Uh-sorry-" John quickly trotted over to walk alongside him as they moved away from the house to the barbed, rickety fence, which created a barrier along the left side of the property and the thick, dark forest beyond that went on for a bit, stretching into the north. The fence stretched on for miles across the farm behind it; there was an area where it had been trampled over so many times by animals that it had sunken almost to the ground, making an easy spot to just hop over into the forest beyond. So, the two did - ambling along through the trees and wild grass, listening to the sound of birdsong and insects and other woodland creatures crawling amongst them.
John was faintly reminded of when they last were here, when John finally came back from the trip to London, and Paul had been looking at a tiny little beetle on his finger.
They weren't delaying what was about to happen, of course; but they were just savouring the moment, committing every sound, touch, taste, smell and sight to memory, not wanting anything on this special night to go amiss. Wanting it to be special for each other.
It seemed there was an unspoken agreement it would occur in this forest - the place that held a lot of meaning within their relationship. The place in which they first confessed their feelings for one another, where they reunited after their first proper time apart....
"Beautiful. Always loved these woods." Paul remarked, letting a hand wander across the rough bark of a tree before letting it fall to his side. "Mother did too. She loved nature. Took us on nature walks, taught us about nature an' all its creatures. Ta care fer all of them no matter how small or insignificant lookin'." His voice was thick with emotion, and John could see it in his demeanour that this place held a lot of importance in his life.
"That's so wonderful." John answered with a warm smile, coming up to stand beside his boyfriend, but not touching him yet. "Yer mother sounded.. lovely."
"She was. Yeah, she was." Paul agreed eventually, lifting his head to look at him with melancholic eyes, but it was quickly replaced with a nervous excitement once they reached the small clearing. The branches of the trees were far enough away to create a small circle-shaped gap up above them between the canopies, showing the deep puce-coloured sky - that was beginning to splatter with stars as it darkened.
The ground was soft and springy, grass luscious and stained a purpley-silver as the nighttime settled in, a cool breeze caressing their bodies and causing the trees to flutter and rustle, almost sounding like distant, hushed whispers all around them. The taste of clean air and the previous beers John had in the afternoon clung to his mouth, and he subconsciously, albeit nervously, licked his lips in anticipation.
The tension was palpable between them, the weight of what was about to occur hanging in the night air like an invisible force, keeping them standing there for a few moments longer as the decision settled within them. Placing their absolute trust in one another, that this was a daunting task- but they were ready, and there to catch the other when they fell.
They stood in the clearing only a moment longer, before Paul slowly closed the space in between them, a dove-like hand reaching up to ever-so-gently cup his boyfriend's flaming cheek.
"Are you ready for this?" His voice was so quiet, it could have been mistaken for the rustle of the trees in the breeze around them; it sent an ardent shiver down his spine like a shockwave, breath hitching at the tender touch.
"Yes." John hoarsely voiced his approval, nodding fervently as he gazed into Paul's eyes. They were deep and brooding, turned a deep blue under the darkness, but lit up with a spark of fear mixed with excitement; so haunting, hypnotising, inviting; as if he was saying to him - you are safe. Loved. Inviting him into his soul, flecked in memories and past that built up the person whom he cared for so much, feeling like everything that occurred between them was built up and about to explode from the seams in this moment.
And that was all that was needed. Slowly, as if the raven-haired boy was approaching a wary deer, he leaned forward, head tilting ever so slightly as his eyes trained on John's thin, parted lips; their hot breaths mixed in the spring night air, noses brushing against each other, lidded eyes fluttering shut before their awaiting lips connected.
Paul's kisses were so incredibly addicting. His plump, bow-shaped lips fit so perfectly with his own, especially in this moment- it felt like they were hand-sculpted just to fit with the other's. It left John begging for more, and his clammy, apprehensive hands trailed up to card through Paul's familiar locks, the other coming to cup his lower hip.
It didn't feel like they were just boyfriend's anymore. They were lovers, making love for the very first time with each other; it didn't feel like it usually did when they did anything sexual - they were always gripping desperately at skin, ripping clothes off, desperate lips attacking anywhere they could reach.
This was slow, sweet and detailed; trying to savour every single second they had, taking all the time they had in the world, exploring each other's bodies, learning about every single nook and cranny, like they were open books for the other to read. It was making love.
"Make love to me," John breathed into Paul's mouth, timid eyes fluttering open to stare at him with a new vulnerability. He was truly opening up to Paul. Revealing himself to him, putting his absolute faith in him and letting the boy into his heart. Showing he was vulnerable was something he really struggled with; letting people in was hard, because he had lost so many. But he was letting himself be vulnerable, be truly himself around this person who he really cared about.
"I want to." Paul murmured, gaze clouding over with want and a passionate hunger, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, nimble fingers toying with John's coat as he slipped it from his shoulders to fall to the ground below.
"Please."
Slowly, but surely, their clothes were shed and dropped to the grass around them, standing fully naked in each other's presence. John's body laid down with such a gentle tenderness that it made his body lurch in a delirious haze, fully prepared for what was about to ensue. But at seeing Paul's intense gaze on him from above, he recoiled slightly in embarrassment, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, even though usually he wasn't when they had sex.
"Love, hey.." Paul's husky voice and careful hand that came to caress his chest and glide along his stomach and thighs soothed him slightly, and he let himself look up into his lover's eyes. "You're beautiful." His warm and loving smile, so comforting and reassuring, was all he needed.
Lifting his head, he reconnected their lips again, mouthing against each other languidly as their tongues swiped at each other, exploring their mouths and travelling along each other's teeth briefly. Paul broke the kiss as he pulled away, lips shining red with saliva before he leaned to press butterfly kisses across his face. First going from his forehead, to eyebrows, nose, cheeks, eyelids, lips, jaw, chin, to his neck; travelling further and further down across his body. His hands were so smooth and gentle, dragging across every single inch of his body as if he was seeing it all for the very first time.
John felt so incredibly loved. What they were experiencing was so benevolent and passionate, nothing like either of them had experienced before. He felt exposed, but in a good way. Like he was holding out his heart in the palm of his hand, and Paul gently took it for himself, keeping it safe and protected.
Desire was beginning to arise in his abdomen, blood rushing to his exposed, half-hard dick when Paul's kisses trailed down his navel, kissing the pubic hairs that led to it. Hissing out a breath, he wiggled under the touch, desperate to feel Paul's hand around his abruptly hardening cock.
"'s okay, I got ye, love.." Muttered his lover, noticing his frustration as he finally became eye level to it. A tentative hand caressed the tips of its fingers up the hard shaft before wrapping fully around it, giving it a tentative tug.
"Ah-" John groaned out, every single sense heightened to full ability, feeling every touch, breath, stroke Paul gave as the boy pumped his cock. "Fuck!" Bliss echoed throughout his stomach and he threw his head back, catching his lip harshly between his teeth, eyes screwed shut as a sweat began to break out on his forehead.
But abruptly, the hand was replaced by a hot, wet mouth; bobbing up and down as he went down only a certain amount so as not to gag, expert tongue swirling and exploring the flesh with curiosity.
"Unh! Shit-" John lamented with a cry, clenching fists around the grass below that tickled his bare skin. The pleasure was sizzling so strongly in every nerve, he could barely hold it together; he had to have it now. "Paul," He moaned out. "Need you now,"
The boy pulled his mouth off his cock with a pop, looking down at him with a enraptured, desire-riddled expression, mouthing hanging open and eyes so droopy. It was a fucking delightful, erotic sight, and just seeing it caused John to buck his hips up with a whine.
"Okay," Paul's voice shook with uncertainty, expression flickering with hesitance before rising to his knees; his hands traveled along John's stomach, to his hips and along his arse before gripping his thighs.
"Lift me thighs up onto yer waist. Makes it easer," John instructed breathlessly, squirming under his gaze and anxious to get Paul to hurry up a bit before he completely chickened out.
Paul did so obediently, John wrapping his legs securely around his lower back before he spoke again.
"Vaseline. In my coat- coat pocket-" John half-groaned, bucking his hips involuntarily due to his dick having been rutted against Paul's stomach, sparking his lust to throb even harder in his abdomen, tingling throughout his limbs.
Quickly fumbling for the jar, Paul took it out of the coat pocket, opening it up, dipping three trembling fingers into it, coating it with the oily substance before tossing the jar somewhere, not paying attention to anything else but John.
"Okay, you-" John huffed, angling his hips higher so Paul would have better access. "Start with one finger.. just in an' out..."
After a millisecond of hesitation, his lover slowly spread John's arse cheeks apart, pressing the pad of his finger up against the hole. The feeling wasn't foreign, but it was cold and caused him to wriggle slightly, before nodding at Paul for permission. Tentatively, the finger was inserted inside.
Hissing through clenched teeth at the horribly uncomfortable stretching feeling, he let his head rest on the ground below, one hand coming and squeezing Paul's unoccupied one for comfort.
"A-are you okay? D'ye want me to stop-" Paul stared at him in wonder and anxious worry, hoping he hadn't hurt him.
"No, keep goin'. 'm okay." He shook his head, opening his eyes to connect their gazes comfortingly.
So, Paul began to scissor in and out. Eventually he was used to the feeling and so he added another, then finally a third one to stretch it out enough. Once it was done, he pulled them out finally.
"Shit, that felt weird." John chuckled softly, lifting himself up to his elbows before Paul leaned down and connected their lips warmly.
"You okay Johnny?" He murmured against his lips, gazing up into his eyes.
"Yeah," John nodded fervently, pecking his lips one last time before falling back. "Go. 'm ready."
Palpable silence followed for a few seconds, both trembling and panting with anticipation with what was about to happen. Knowing the impact it will have on them. Paul dipped his fingers a second time into the Vaseline, before lubing up his achingly hard cock, bucking into his fingers slightly and letting out a lusty sigh. Once he was all done, he gripped onto both John's hips with a harshness he did not expect, nails digging into the pale flesh tightly as he prepared himself to slide inside.
"Now, damnit!" John cried out, writhing with anticipation and desire bubbling in his core, desperate for contact as he threw his head back.
Suddenly he was penetrated. Slowly, ever so carefully, a panting Paul inserted his cock further and further inside until he was fully sheathed, gripping so tightly at his hips that his knuckles were white, probably bruising it. Pain shot up Johns spine and he whined slightly, eyes shut tight and biting his lip to will it away, waiting for it to settle down.
"Y-you okay? I can pull out-" Paul fumbled anxiously for words.
"N-no. 'm- 'm okay. Stay still." John grunted out, eyes slowly opening up to gaze at what was above him.
Paul was there on his knees, lidded eyes wide open now, an infantile wonder flickering through his expression. Like he had discovered the meaning of life, kneeling there completely sheathed inside of his lovers arse and head tilted back to look at the expanse of constellations above them, reflecting the stars within his eyes. Naked body stained a silver from the moon suspended above them, shining with sweat. Truly breathtaking.
"Holy fuckin' shit...." He breathed with a half-chuckle, half-moan. "feels so.. fucking incredible. I've- ah- never experienced somethin'.. like this before-" he grunted, struggling not to thrust inside him and keep still. "So incredible, Johnny."
"Macca.." John groaned out, adjusting his position one last time before his hands came up to guide Paul's body down so he was hovering above him, hands planted firmly beside the prince's head. "move." He expressed his permission.
And with that, Paul slowly began to pull out. He was slow at first, eyes fixated on John's expression, watching for his reactions as he pulled out almost all the way, staying there for a second before pushing back in.
The uncomfortableness was still lingering, and John just wrapped his arms around Paul's shoulders, trying to will away the feeling and wait for the familiar pleasure when his lover would hit his prostate.
"God! Ugh, fuck-" Paul looked like he was in ecstasy, delirious with pleasure as he began to thrust faster and faster, harder each time as he bent over his lover, eyebrows knotted and eyes half lidded, clouded over with an insatiable hunger at the new feeling he was experiencing. Sweat dripped down his bare chest and back, muscles flexing and contracting with the effort, cherry red bottom lip caught between teeth, drool escaping ever so slightly as he was slowly unravelled in John's arms. "AH! Ah, haa-"
Seeing such an erotic expression on his face and hearing his fervid moans turned him on so intensely, John rutting up against the thrusting with a grunt.
Then he hit it.
"GAH! Unh, god- hh-hit it again! Ah-" John yelled out, the shockwaves of intense pleasure so strong he basically saw stars, vision blurring badly and everything else falling away. All he could see, could hear, think, smell, taste, touch- was Paul. Paul, Paul Paul Paul Paul-
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck- Johnny! Uh-" Paul babbled incomprehensibly, thrusting with an animalistic speed, reaching to dig his nails into John's sides again as he buried his head into John's chest, panting and groaning at every insanely pleasurable thrust he did against it.
"Harder! Shit.. Macca! Ggaaah-" John couldn't even control himself anymore, clawing so harshly in ravenous compulsion, trying to pull his lover as close as humanly possible- uniting as one as they went.
"It's you, Johnny, unh- fuck, it's always you-" Paul heaved breaths, gripping onto John's achingly hard, pre-cum covered cock, pumping the shaft rapidly. They knew they wouldn't last much longer.
"Paul! Ah- haaa- uh-" John cried out, bucking up his hips in time with Paul's thrusts, the insatiable desire and pleasure so strong, he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge, building up inside his core and ready to explode. "'m so fuckin' close! Gah-"
"M-mmm-me too!" Paul moaned into John's neck, ramming into him so hard and fast that it was too much for him.
With a yelling cry that echoed throughout the forest he came, the viscous liquid bursting from his cock and cascading across their stomachs and up onto Paul's chest, coating them in the sticky substance. A second later, Paul bit into John's shoulder terribly hard, muffling his moans into the skin as he came, filling John's arse with the stuff, which spurted out and spilled onto the grass below, dripping and coating his arse completely.
"Haaah... hahhh.. shit fuck.." Paul panted into his lover's sweaty chest, the two of them slowly coming out from their highs, bodies twitching slightly- especially John's, the boy lying there with eyes shut and arse muscles spasming from overstimulation.
"Holy. Fuck.." John breathed out in exhilaration, vision slowly clearing as he opened his eyes, everything coming back to normal as he caught his breath.
"We 'ave ta do tha' again soon."
"Quite right."
"Y'know... shit, that makes us full blown queers, doesn't it?" Paul lifted his head with wide eyes, but not without a hint of amusement.
He was a delightful sight; ruffled hair matted with sweat and sticking in every direction, eyes still cloudy and unfocused, shining with awe and amazement - sweat dripping down his face, neck - which had deep red marks from John's mouth that would definitely bruise later - chest. Stomach and chest covered in cum, lips sore and deep red from kissing and shining with saliva. Something that he could never truly get used to, always staring in absolute amazement.
"I was always a full blown queer, love. Guess ye've joined the club now, eh?" John chuckled with a lazy grin.
"Guess I have. Jesus, 6 months ago I could never have imagined doin' anythin' like this at all." Paul laughed incredulously, slowly pulling out of his arse and sitting up, fumbling around for something to clean the cum off before it dried with.
"In me coat pocket. Don't worry, I came prepared." John winked.
Paul pulled it out and cleaned themselves up, before they cuddled up together on the grass, entangling their limbs in their post-coitus bliss.
"I can officially say then, that I turned ye queer."
"I-" Paul froze, staring up at him before his cheeks grew even more flushed than they were. "yeah, actually."
"Hey, uhm-" John trailed off, gazing at Paul with a warm expression, reaching up a hand to caress his cheek. "That was. Lovely. And.. 'm glad I did with ye, Macca. I regret nothin', except fer the fact it wasn't me first time." John trailed off, expression souring at the memories with a melancholy gaze.
"Aye, 's okay, Johnny-" Paul kissed him briefly, pulling away with a half-smile. "Let's say, it was yer first time doin' it with someone ye love."
With tired limbs, the two dressed and went back to John's, collapsing beneath the sheets, sheltered away from the rest of the world as Paul fell asleep in John's arms, completely content. But the prince's eyes were wide open, having realised something.
I'm in love with Paul McCartney.
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author's note.
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hi holy shittt that was a
fukin trip and a half eh??
pretty fun to write imo,
i am proud of how my smut
is improving (: anyways
OH SHITT JOHNS IN LOVE
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👀👀👀well well well
anyways hope yall enjoyed
this chapter!! i love u all
ty for continuing to support
and everything <333 byeee