One More Cup Of Coffee

In Which Paul McCartney Assumes John and Paul are Dating

"Johnny, c'mon, you're so slow!" Paul laughed as he tugged John into his room.

John chuckled, gazing at Paul with love in his eyes. "I'm not that slow!"

John averted his eyes from Paul to look around his room, which was wonderfully neat and tidy, a few posters on the wall, a desk, a small bed. It was a small room, but that didn't really matter, because any place where Paul was seemed to be more full of life than the entire earth.

"Nice room, Macca," John smiled crookedly, plopping down on Paul's soft bed.

"I haven't been in it in a year, but yeah I suppose it's nice," Paul sat next to him, his head on John's shoulder. " 'M glad you're here, John," he said softly as he intertwined their fingers.

"Me too," John sighed, smiling softly at the wall.

Paul sighed, loud and content, a grin creeping its way up to his eyes. "What time is it?"

John checked his battered old watch, "Nearly 5."

"Dinner should be ready in an hour, I think," Paul declared.

John wanted to kiss Paul so bad. To just grab both sides of his face and lay one on him. He wanted to tell Paul how much he loved him, how in love with him he was.

"You're pretty," John blurted, immediately turning beet red afterwards, horrified at what he had just said.

Paul chuckled, "Not so bad yourself, Lennon..." He stared at John strangely for a bit, his finger twirling a strand of John's hair.

John's heart thumped loudly in his chest, briefly wondering if Paul was gonna kiss him. "T-Thanks-"

"Why are you so nervous?" Paul asked, smiling sweetly, like normal, the strange look gone from his eyes.

John scoffed, "I'm not nervous! Why would I be nervous?"

Paul shrugged, "I dunno, my family seems to like you."

"More like they think we're dating," John joked, drawing shapes with his finger on Paul's leg.

"Are we not?" Paul asked with a small laugh, a quizzical look on his gorgeous face. "I mean, we go on dates a lot, and you've kissed me on the cheek and stuff, and you popped on a train from London just to come see me-"

John was left gaping like a fish, his throat completely dry. "You make a fair point-"

"You're my boyfriend," Paul insisted (much to John's delight). "I flirt with you all the time! And you flirt back in your weird, awkward, adorable way!"

"You were flirting with me?!"

"My hand has been on your ass so many times!"

"How long have we been dating, according to you?" John asked calmly.

"Since that time I got you flowers and you punched that guy and you got me icecream and called me your 'boy'," Paul said in a small voice, "That was our first date... You told me that I made you happy..."

"Of course you make me happy, but that wasn't a date," John blurted out, once again immediately regretting everything he said when Paul's face fell.

"Well sorry," Paul muttered as he got up and left the room.

"Macca wait! Paul!" John called after him, feeling like the fucking idiot he was.

A/N: This was really really short, sorry guys!! In my defense, I felt like if I added anything else to it, it would take away from John being stupid