Boys *ON HOLD*

Eppy Finds Out

Year: 1964

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pauls POV~~~~~~~~~~

We had just finished up our final concert in New York, we were now heading to California. We all got on our private plane around 5:30 in the morning. Eppy was in the front, sitting by himself, Ringo and George were in the middle section, and John and I were in the back.

"Hey, uh, macca,"

"Yeah John?"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For tryin to sleep with ye the other night."

"Oh, that. Don't worry about it."

"So yer not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? Yer my best mate."

He's yer soul mate, I thought.

Shut up, I fought back, I ain't no queer.

"Paul?"

"Oh," I snapped back into reality, "yeah?"

"Are ye okay?"

"I'm fine," I flashed him a smile.

"So how's Jane?"

"Good I guess. She's been keepin busy."

"With what?"

"Modelin jobs, some actin gigs, stuff like that."

We both sat in silence for a while, until two words left his beautiful mouth.

"Hey Paul,"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Johns POV~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey Paul,"

"Yeah?"

I stopped to think. As he looked at me with his big hazel eyes, I melted inside. I couldn't contain my feelings anymore.

Damn he's beautiful.

"John? What did ye want to ask me?"

Fuck it

I leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Paul immediately pulled away.

"I'm sorry Paul! I couldnt help myself! Yer just-"

I was interrupted by Paul kissing my forehead. I flashed him a soft smile.

"Its alright," I could see that he was inspecting me face. "Ye know Lennon, yer smile is awfully nice."

"Oh please, my teeth are all battered and broken."

"But its nice."

"Thank ye macca." I looked at Paul's lips again. "Shit!"

"What?"

"Macca, I'm sorry. I want ye and its killin me cause I know that I'll never have ye!"

"Oh Johnny," he pulled me close and began cuddling me, "ye never know what the future holds."

"I honestly hope that its with ye."

"Don't be cheeky Lennon."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Georges POV ~~~~~~~~

"They're so in love and they don't even know it." Ringo snickered.

"We're in love," I looked into the big blue eyes of my lover, "right Rings?"

"Of course I love ye Georgie!" I saw him lean in an plant a big kiss on my lips.

"Oh Ringo, yer too cute."

"Oh please, yer the cute one!" I noticed Ringo look around the plane. "ye know, everyone's asleep," he whispered while fiddling with my shirt collar.

"Oh really?" I whispered back.

Ringo smiled at me and gave me a passionate kiss. He began unbuttoning my shirt.

"What are ye doin' ye fool!"

"What?"

"I'm no bird!"

"That's quit clear," Ringo chuckled.

"Then why are ye undoin' me shirt?"

"Fine," Ringo rolled his eyes as he unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. He stuck his hand down my trousers and began giving me a nice hand job. "Better?"

"Yes," I smiled and gave him another kiss. "Rings, that feels amazin'," I moaned.

"EHMMM!" We turned our heads to find a furious Brian Epstein. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YE THINK YER DOIN'!"

Ringo removed his hand from my trousers as Brian began yelling.

"We're sorry Eppy," I began to say.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! IT'S BRIAN TO YE!"

"Sorry Brian."

"AND YOU TWO," Brian walked over to John and Paul, "STOP CUDDLIN' OR I'LL MURDER YE! WE DON'T NEED ANYMORE QUEERS IN THIS PLANE!"

"I'm not queer!" Paul defended.

"OH PLEASE I SEE THE WAY YE LOOK AT LENNON! YE WANT HIS DICK UP YER ARSE AND YE KNOW IT!"

"Eppy, are ye drunk?" John laughed.

Brian remained quiet.

"SHUT UP!" Brian collected his drunk self, "we land in 1 hour, get yer shit together and be ready to get off," he paused then laughed, "ye queers."