The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 8

7th October 1862

John had woken up first and admired Paul's sleeping face. 'God he is so beautiful.' He thought. He could look at him for hours and not get bored of his flawless features. Paul's beautiful long eyelashes rested on his face when eyes were closed and his plumpy red lips looked so kissable.

Paul shifted, turned to his back and opened his eyes.

„Goodmorning Macca." John said when he noticed that his eyes were open.

Paul directly turned to John. „Goodmorning John."

For some reason it has just felt so natural for both of them to wake up next to eachother, to look at eachother, talk to eachother, to say good morning. It's as if they were living together for years but in the reality, they have known eachother just for a day.

John looked at the clock on the wall. „Shit it's 1pm we should wake up." He said before he stood up.

Paul sat on the bed and stared at the ground. „Help me."

John offered him his hand. Paul was caught up by surprise and looked up at John with confusion in his eyes which soon turned into admiration and he gladly took John's hand with a smile on his face. John had pulled him out of his bed and Paul stood in front of him. They were staring to eachother's eyes. Again. The glare that they have known really well. Hearts were beating fast. John had been looking at Paul's messy hair before he put his hand on Paul's cheek and slightly stroke it.

„You are so beautiful." John uttered and instantly remorsed it.

Paul felt his cheeks tint red. „You too, you are very handsome." He responded with shyness in his eyes which made him break their staring session.

'I just want to kiss him.' For John there was nothing he wanted to do more. He wanted to do it more than anything but at the same time he knew that he didn't want it to happen yet. „Alright let's change into normal clothing." He rapidly spoke up to stop his thoughts.

„Fine." Paul responded, sounded slightly disheartened. He walked to his briefcase and found out that he had forgotten his clothing which he used to wear around the house.

John was watching him. „Alright so I will leave you here so you ca-"

„John." Paul interrupted him and turned to look up at him.

„Yes Paul?" John said, with a confusion in his voice.

„I had forgotten my clothing which I used to wear around the house." He replyed and was ashamed but glad that he could probably wear John's clothing again.

„Oh shit, alright Paul I will borrow you mine." John opened his closet, picked out a green velvet pants and a flex shirt, he handeled it to Paul. „Where had you actually forgotten it?" John asked and raised his eyebrow.

Paul sighed. „We will talk about this after we get changed. This is not a topic just for a few seconds." He crossed his arms.

Muddled John responded. „Alright, I also have something I want to talk with you about." He smiled.

„Alright John." And with that, Paul walked out of the room to the hallway to get changed. He loved John's clothing, he loved John's scent. The clothing feeled so good on his body which made him very comfortable, the green velvet pants were so soft and that shirt hugged his body perfectly. He tucked the shirt in. It was slightly looser on him but he didn't care as long as it was John's.

While he was opening the door, anxiety battered his body again.

John glanced at him, his jaw almost dropped. 'He looks so fucking gorgeous while wearing that, bloody hell.' John thought, his eyes widened. When he realised that he was staring at him for too long he shook his head and spoke up. „Paul we can go downstairs to the living room and I can make tea for us while we talk." John said as he stood up.

Paul just nodded in response. 'He is so adorable while being nervous.' He thought and giggled for a bit.

John raised his eyebrow. „Why are you giggling Macca?" He asked and adressed that beautiful laugh of his.

Paul smiled. „Nothing John, nevermind."

John made his way to Paul and took his hand, felt the electricity thump over his body right when he felt Paul's touch. He wasn't sure about why he couldn't control his movements which made him suddenly do that. But he felt that both of them actually wanted that touch. Paul for John's surprise interwined their fingers. Silence was predominating while they were walking down the stairs.

John pointed at his fainting couch for Paul to sit on. They let go of their hands and John started to make tea for both of them, still in silence.

When he was finished with making the tea, he handeled a cup to Paul and sat on the couch beside him.

„So well." Paul began and took a deep breath. „My mom died when I was 14." Paul spoke up with difficulties.

Right when Paul had finished that sentence, John quickly grabbed Paul's hand and interwined their fingers again to just calm him down.

Paul squeezed John's hand tightly and took a sip from his tea and put it down on John's table which was in marquetry design. „After her death it has been never the same ever since. My father was just so... lost. He couldn't steer the situation anymore so he turned to drinking. He thought that it would numb his feelings and he would forget about everything. And well, the opposite turned out to be the truth, it has become only worse." Paul's voice breached.

„Pau-" John began until Paul started to talk again. „John it's okay, I want to finish this for you."

They made an eye contact. „He had started to get violent to me and my brother Mike, and I got into a really big fight with him which proceeded him to kick me out of the house."

„Im so sorry Paul." John said with a sympathetic voice.

„Don't be, I had a girlfriend, Jane her name was and she offered me to live with her which I did. Until I realised that I didn't love her like I had probably used to. We actually fought alot and it was just not working anymore. She had been so bloody unbearable and I was just so fed up with it all." He said with a slight disgust in his voice.

The idea of somebody else dating Paul made John jealous. 'Shit John ya'll are not even together yet and you are jealous already? Seriously what in the bloody hell are you feeling all the time.' He shook his head.

Paul turned and glanced at him. „Are you alright John?" He said with a worry in his eyes, and tightened the grip of his hand quite tighter.