Strange Feelings...

John and Paul just keep getting gayer

"John!! Slow down!!" Paul yelled, chasing after his friend and he kicked off his shoes.

"You speed up!!" John laughed, tearing off his shirt.

Holy shit-
John needed to stop looking... like that-

Paul guessed that he wasn't paying that much attention to John last night in the hot tub, because shirtless John was h o t.

All Paul wanted to do was kiss John senseless and I dunno, marry him-

"Macca!! Hurry up!!!" John yelled, chuckling.

"Cmon lovebirds! The water's great!" Stu yelled from his spot in the lake.

Paul shuffled into the water, expecting it to be freezing. Miraculously, it wasn't.

John, on the other hand, sprinted in like a madman, dousing Paul in a spray of water.

"Jooooohn!!" Paul groaned.

John laughed and smirked at him, "Sorry for getting your hair wet, princess! But I guess you have to come swim with me now!!"

"I'm coming, don't worry John!!" Paul grinned, making his way further into the lake.

As soon as Paul was close enough to him, John wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and lifted him up bridal style.

Stu snorted and went back underwater.

John placed Paul back in the water, their shirtless chests still pressed against each other. Paul grinned at him, while John stared almost hungrily at his friend.  

Paul pulled away from him and tried not to stare at John's crestfallen face.

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John and Paul were cuddled together the entire ride home, grasping each other's hands and holding each other tight.

Paul woke up halfway through the car ride and just stared at John.

Hold me tight, tell me I'm the only one. And then I might never be the lonely one. Paul's brain supplied. He smiled and drifted back to sleep, thoughts of John flooding his head.

"Paulieeee..." a soft voice said. "Maccaaaa," the voice made Paul's stomach flip.

"Mmmm..."

"PAUL!" The voice yelled. Paul jolted up, knocking into John's jaw. "Shit!"

"I'm so sorry-"

"Nonono," John stated, "That's my fault."

"Are we back yet?" Paul asked, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Nah, I think we have half an hour left," John told him, "I just got bored."

"Why didn't you get Mimi or Stu?" Paul whined.

"Stu's asleep and Mimi's got headphones on."

Paul rested his head against John's chest. "Nonono, no sleeping Macca. I need attention and conversation or I'll die."

"Then die," Paul said, closing his eyes.

John faked a gasp, "After everything we've been through?! That's cruel, McCartney!"

Paul spun around so his head was in John's lap and his legs were squished up against the bags, "Oh you love me!"

John smiled softly at him, "What are you gonna do when we get home?"

We, not you...

"Probably go see Georgie, if he hasn't replaced me already," Paul chuckled, "What about you?"

John blushed, "I'll listen to some records, look at cats in the pet shop, break up with my girlfriend..."

"One of those things does not sound fun," Paul snorted.

John laughed quietly, "Well, I've gotta do it at some point or another."

"Good luck..." John mindlessly combed his fingers through Paul's dark hair, and Paul fought down any sounds his body wanted to make.

Paul grabbed John's other hand and started playing with his fingers as a small child would do. "You've got nice hands..."

John scoffed, "They're big and ugly and rough."

"No they're not," Paul said gently with a small smile. "They're big and calloused and clever. Beautiful hands."

John's face became a tomato, "Shut it, you sap-"

"You said you wanted attention," Paul said nonchalantly, "I can give you more compliments, if you want."

"What is there to compliment?" John rolled his eyes.

"Your eyes, they're kind and smart. Soft. Your nose is dignified and pretty. Your hair is sorta reddish and it's gorgeous in the sun-"

"Stop-" John told him, burying his face in his hands.

"You're blushinggggg," Paul teased, poking his hands.

"Shuddup-" John took his hands from his face and tried to compose himself, which was difficult when his face was bright red.

Paul smirked, poking John in his stomach.

"Well guess what," John began, "Your eyes are huge and look like a doe's. They're also sorta green but also brown. Your hair is really soft and shiny. You've got a nice arse and long legs. None of your facial features should go together, but somehow they do. Your-"

"Okay stop-" Paul begged him.

"You're insanely intelligent and a prodigy at the guitar. You look like a girl but have more body hair than me for some reason. You're downright hot. You-"

Paul covered John's mouth with his hands, "Shut up."

"You're blushingggg," John giggled, mocking Paul.

"Course I am! I got three compliments in and you got what? Ten? You complimented my arse!!"

John shrugged, "You've got a killer arse!"

Paul punched him in the arm, "Shush!"

Paul sat back up, out of John's lap, and leaned against his shoulder.

"You've also got a nice arse," Paul murmured, resting his head against John's.

John turned his head to gaze at Paul, making their foreheads press together and their noses touch.

Paul stared into John's soft eyes and almost started leaning in.

John pulled away, "I can't have our first kiss be in the backseat of Mimi's car, sorry."

Needless to say, Paul was once again baffled by John's antics. Was John messing with him? Did he actually want to kiss him?

"Okay then-"

John sighed, looking very thoughtful. Very confused and on the fence. "Maybe just one- nonono. Mimi's gonna see..." he muttered.

Paul laid back against John and grabbed his hand. His gorgeous hand. "Shhh..."

With a glance over to Paul and a squeeze of his hand, John laid his head on top of Paul's.

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This chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but thats because the next chapter really starts picking up the pace!

Peace 'n Love