Classic Rock Bands One-shots

John Lennon: Dirty Little Secret⭐

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John groans and curls up onto the couch holding his belly. He's felt sick all day and his belly decided to cramp randomly. His best friend in the whole wide world Paul brought him back to his tiny one bedroom flat after work ended. The place was a mess, John’s been too in and out of sickness to deal with basic cleaning.  

Between the horrible sickness, the back pain, and soreness John’s been miserable and a grouch. He can’t help it but Roger says it makes him more sexy when he's grouchy and whiny. John doesn’t see the appeal in it but Roger fucks him in the men’s bathroom. 

Paul got him some water and some snacks then Paul gets John cleaned up as he throws up all over the hardwood floor, and on Paul’s shoes. Paul knows that John’s been sick for far too long and that he needs help. But Paul adds up the symptoms John’s showing and he knows that John got knocked up.

Paul got John into the bathroom and forced him to take a pregnancy test much to John fighting him and scratching, “I don’t want to!”

“You have to.” Paul says, “Amuse me, John. Please.”

“No!”

“John Winston Lennon, do it for me please.” Paul begs.

John snatches the box out of Paul’s hand and pisses on it in front of Paul, “There happy?”

“Now we wait twenty minutes.” Paul informs him.

John groans and whines wanting to be done and over with already. He wanted to prove to Paul that no he’s not pregnant, it’s just some monthly long food poisoning and he’ll get better soon. 

But what food poisoning last two months? John shakes his head and sits down next to Paul the clock seemed to tick agonizingly slow like it would never reach twenty minutes, he didn’t even realize the time passed until Paul points twenty minutes have passed and it’s been nearly thirty minutes.

 John storms huffing into the bathroom and snatching up the pregnancy test. Those two little blue lines make John’s heart sink and when they go to a doctor to confirm it and she wishes them a happy, “Congratulations”, John cries.

Paul manages to calm him and when they were in the car and driving away Paul asks, “So John who’s da father?”

John wishes it could be Paul but it’s not he has a list of men who could it be since he’s been with them all over the past month,

 “Well I slept with my ex high school boyfriend Stuart, my ex college boyfriend John Deacon, Roger this hottie from work with the biggest cock, Eppy my boss, Freddie my neighbor, George my step-brother, Ringo my aunt’s new husband, or Eric my new boyfriend.” John rattled off names like a grocery list.

Paul wasn’t surprised John was a whore in high school and never stopped, “Who was the last one you slept with then?”

“Oh Roger he was the last one.” John beams, “He pounded me into the mattress.”

Paul rolls his eyes and gets a plan going, “Do you want to keep it or..?” Paul asks gingerly.

“I’m going to put them up for adoption.” John states touching his flat stomach, “No one deserves death.”

Paul shrugs and gets John to the apartment, “If you need to I got enough room for you and your tyke.”

“I don’t think I’ll keep it. Adoption seems to be the best.” John states, 

Paul nods and the two work on a plan to keep John’s fuck boys away and not realizing that one of them is going to be a daddy in a whole new way.

It was rough on John. He had to act perfectly well around his work and his family, Freddie questioned him once as he heard John being sick one night, John says he got bad food poisoning and is still recovering from it. John wore baggy clothes and made it seem like it was the biggest fashion trend around. Paul made all John’s appointments and drove him everywhere.

Rumors flew around about the two and John kept trying to make all the boys his sleep happy. But things would crumble soon if John didn’t try and sleep with any of them. He kept them at bay with handies and bjs. 

John in his later months of pregnancy takes a month worth of vacation time off as he would give birth any day down now and he needed to rest before going through all the stress. Paul brings John to hospital when John goes into labor and he’s there when John’s son is born kicking and screaming, mad at the world and he’s barely a minute old.

A nurse pulls Paul to the side and whispers, “Sir, I don’t think the baby’s yours.”

Paul can see that the baby does look a little darker than what two pasty white Englishmen can make, “Oh, I’m just his friend. I’m here for support.”

The nurse nods and lets him back to John who has the baby against his chest, “Paul?” John sounds like he’s going to cry,

“Yes, Johnny?” Paul asks concerned 

“I can’t give him up.’’

“What are you going to do then? You have nothing for him.” Paul states.

“Can he stay with you?” John asks and Paul can’t say no he’s promised to share his home with John and his baby way back in the early months of John’s pregnancy.

“Sure thing.” Paul forces a grin, “What are you going to name him?”

“You name him.” John states letting his son nurse,

Paul was surprised and honored, “Jonathan Robert then. He looks like, a Jonathan.”

It would take another month before little Johnny’s testing came back and they finally knew who Johnny's father was, it’s John’s step-brother George. Would they ever tell Johnny or George? Not unless asked to, for now all little Johnny knows it that his mother is John and his godfather is Paul. And that’s the way it should be forever.