Mclennon One Shots

Pretty One!

A grunt left Paul's lips as he cleared his sore throat and stopped playing. The lads sighed as they stopped as well, George took a long drag from his cigarette and blew it out "I think a break is needed. I'm goin' out to smoke." He leaped up and left his guitar leaning against the dirty couch and left the area, a rushed Ringo following after him. Paul left his bass on the stage floor and jumped off of the stage, a loud bang echoed through "What's gotten into yer insides today, Macca?" John spoke as he got a cig from his pack and jumped off the stage as well, following Paul to the couch "I dunno, probably dyin'." Paul joked as John lit up his fag. "If yer dyin' there's no way we'll find some other bloke that plays a bass." John muttered out loudly as he puffed out the cloud of nicotine out of his mouth. Paul snickered "Cheeky." He stole Lennon's cigarette as he plopped it in his mouth, taking in all that smoke and blowing it out, making little circles.

John got closer to Paul's ear and brushed his nose a little on his ear "Care to give back what belongs to me, McCartney?" He said in a raspy yet low voice, whispering out every word that came out of his thin lips, making the other lad shiver as he felt John closer to him. He licked his dry plump lips and turned to Lennon's face, their noses touching as they stare, longingly into eachothers eyes. John smiled and backed away turning his smile into one of his goofy smirks "I found this!" He pulled out a little make-up palette out of his pocket and opened it, revealing only one color in it

𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌.

"Oh? Where'd ye get tha?" Paul questioned as he left the cigarette on the ash tray still lit up, "Flew out of some birds back pocket." He put his finger straight in the black matted powder "Your gonna make me look like a princess?" Paul said softly imitating a girl as he cupped his own face with a smile, John couldn't help it but find that his mate was adorable, a light pink shade appeared on his cheeks and he raises up his finger that now has black all over it "C'mere!" He demanded and Paul slowly came closer to the older man, as John started slowly caressing Paul's eyelids the black color started smudging all over his eye. He filled the base and when he was almost ready, gave it on the end a little wing. He repeated that same step for the other eye as he enjoyed every little second of this. He looked over at Paul's lips and slowly leaned in on him

Their lips finally colliding together, as the boys melt from the feeling of lips crashing into eachother. Paul tightly grabbed a handful of John's brown locks as he accepted the kiss, as they both hum into the kiss. After a few minutes they slowly backed away and looked at eachother, John looking at Paul's beautiful hazel eyes and Paul looking back at those chocolate brown ones.

Paul slowly smiled and gently took the little pallet "Ye know who else will look as beautiful as he already is?" Paul whispered softly as John let out a chuckle "I don't know tha person." He shook his head and took Paul's free hand in his, squeezing it softly, the lad gave him an even wider smile and started brushing his finger on the black color "You, Johnny." He pecked John's lips and started smearing the black on his eyelids, Paul had never realized how a kiss could feel so warm and caring then any other kiss he has had with a bird, it was far more different than a bird, it was 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏. 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏, 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏, 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏.. his mate, his partner in crime, his shoulder to cry on.

He smiles to himself as he finishes with the lads eyes, he takes a brief second to admire John "Do i look pretty, Paulie?" John jokes, shooting him a smile while slowly fluttering his eyes opened (In a Paul manner) Paul smiled back giving him another kiss, this time it was slow and gentle. It was like a spark for the two boys, something none of them felt in a while "Let's see how queer we look!" John said jokingly, receiving a giggle from Paul.

They take an old mirror laying around and look at eachother on it "We look prettier than birds, Paulie!" John says, looking at his reflection while lightly putting his cheek on Paul's cheek "Prettier than Brigitte Bartod!" Paul laughs at his saying as John follows with him "Yer right!!" They stay there looking at eachother on the mirror, making funny faces and giggling like little children at themselves.

Their fun time was over when Geo and Ringo walked in the studio from their break. Paul jumps a little as he heard the studio door open, and John just simply looked over at the door. George looked at Lennon, scanned his face for a second and raised his eyebrows in surprise "Was all tha?" He pointed at his own eyelids, refering to John's eyes "Bird's make-up thing i found" he looked at Geo with no emotion whatsoever and shrugged "Wha, to look even more queer?" Harrison joked while grinning at him "No, ye swine! Just wanted to see how it would look! Besides Paulie looks even more like a queer!" He points at Paul and chuckled "Sod off!!" Paul giggled and pushed his shoulder a little. "Mean, doesn't look half bad on ye." Ringo followed and smiled politely, Lennon rolled his eyes "Let's just hope this is easy to remove!" John chuckled and lifted up the mirror again to look at himself

"How's Paul's voice?" Geo asked, getting his guitar and walking over to the stage, Paul shrugged and got up "Just finished 'im off so... Not sure." Paul joked as the others laughed, including John "Yeah, fixed his throat a little." Lennon jumped up and rushed to the stage, all the others laughing as they follow him "Let's see how well it is!" Geo shouted out while grabbing his guitar, Ringo quickly sitting onto his seat behind the drums

"Let's get some 'A hard day's night' shall we?" John said to all of them as Paul grabbed his bass too, lifting up a thumbs up at his partner.

"A one, two, three, four!"

(𝑂𝑂𝑂𝐻𝐻𝐻 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛' 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠! 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛'! 𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑓𝑠! 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦!)

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