George wanted to protest the room-mate switch, not thinking that spending the evening and the night with John too good an idea, really. He didn't want to draw unwanted attention on himself though, and would be damned if he let John believe that he'd gotten the best of him with that little stunt he'd pulled back on the train. Their sexual encounter had left him feeling out of sorts but he hadn't let that stop him from flirting with Pattie, and they'd made a date for the next day. He'd actually been been looking forward to retiring to his room for the evening until he got stuck having to share with John. The day had been utterly confusing for him and he just wanted to take a nice warm shower and crawl into bed.
He stepped in and thanked the hotel staff, sitting down on the edge of the bed closest to the curtain-covered window and slipping off his grey blazer, loosening his tie. He wasn't in the mood for anymore of John's games, especially after what happened with Paul, and was rather prepared to tell his mate to sod off if he started up with him again.
John just smirked thinly, taking in his mate's wary behaviour, back determinately turned towards him, shoulders tense. Oh, all right, George. He knew how to get to his mate, though. He sunk into the armchair set between their beds, kicking his boots off and loosening his tie, eyes set on George. He moved slowly, deliberately, unfastening a few buttons from his shirt and tucking a fresh cigarette between his thin lips, dark gaze burning under his heavy eyelids and never wavering from his mate, all too eloquent about what he wanted from George -and how he wanted it- without having to say a thing.
George stood up from the bed, unbuttoning his crisp white shirt and turning around to face his arrogant mate lounging in the chair. He was unnerved to see John staring at him intently, bearing that all-too-familiar look on his face. John wanted to fuck him and the thought of it was enough to light a fire of arousal in the pit of his stomach. It also annoyed him though, that his mate would think it'd be that easy. George refused to give in, trying his best to persuade himself that what had happened on the train had just been a momentary lapse in judgement. He turned around briskly, sitting down on his bed with his back to John again, slipping his shirt off to reveal his bare, bony back. He took off his boots, and then his socks. "I made a date with Pattie for tomorrow," he said, trying to make it clear that there would be no repeat of today's events between the two of them.
John didn't say anything. What could he answer to that? He puffed on his cigarette, blatantly ignoring the comment, just staring at George's back, dark eyes trailing down the lad's spine to where his hips disappeared under his fancy pants and then back up to the graceful curve of his neck and his tousled mop-top. He swallowed dryly. How could George be so attractive, John had no idea. He wasn't, in theory, all bones and lean muscles, and yet there John sat, shivers tingling down his back, lips parting in want. He continued to stare, smoking in silence, his other hand coming to rest in his lap but not touching himself, just enjoying the warmth of his fingers against his thigh.
George was surprised that no spiteful remark had followed the news of his date. John had never been one to shy away from expressing his opinion regarding the birds George chose to see; he'd been giving his unwanted judgement on that particular subject since Hamburg. "Not sure where I can take her without being mobbed by the fans though," he stated thoughtfully, standing up, undoing his belt and then the button and zip on his slacks. "I'll talk to Brian about it, see if he can arrange something for us," he mused aloud, slipping out of his trousers and placing them onto the bed with the rest of his clothes. John stayed silent, knowing it wouldn't take much more for George to snap, now.
The young man stood there in his underwear, drumming his fingers against his chest, still refusing to bend to his mate's will. "I'm going to take a shower," he stated abruptly, walking through their small hotel room and into the bathroom to escape the intense sexual tension he could feel rolling off of John in heated waves. He closed the door and rested his forehead against it, breathing heavily. He was seething with anger that John would go to such lengths to ruin things for him. He threw the door open and stomped out, marching over to his mate and standing in front of him. "Knock it off, all right! It isn't funny, John!" he snapped, his hands balling up into fists at his sides.
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All Those Years Ago - Lennison Fan Fiction - Beatles Slash Fan Fiction
Fanfiction'All Those Years Ago' The story of John and George's relationship over the years, one year per chapter, basing ourselves on the facts we all know and then filling in the blanks at our convenience. Cowritten with Gereiheimer and posted on Livejournal...
