The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 10

8th October 1862

It was early morning. Beautiful shiny sun was peering out from behind the courtains.

John opened one eye and instantly noticed the sunshine. When he opened his second eye he saw the black mop of hair under his chin. He couldn't believe his eyes and shook his head when he realised that it was Paul. Paul. John's feelings were so full of confusion. He knew that he was into guys even though it was prohibited in that age, he couldn't care less and knew how to keep it in secret. He has already had some experiences with his friend Stuart. They had something that was going on betweenn them but they ended up with a decision to stick up in a friendship borderline. But he knew that he also liked girls too and they were attractive to him. He had had few girlfriends before, and he found the Cynthia girl from pub really attractive but he knew that he was not feeling any romantic feelings towards her. She was only good for flirting and free whiskey. Of course she was nice and beautiful but he wouldn't date her. After all that nonsensicall dating he decided to wait for the right person. He didn't care about their gender. He was just waiting for that right person but was terrified of abandonment. His dad left him, mom died. When he thought about this, the conversation he had with Paul yesterday entered his mind, he was so grateful for that man.

John eventually looked down at Paul's sleeping face. Beautiful long, black eyelashes rested on his angelic cheeks. And were lips slighty parted as he was breathing. Adorable thin nose was scrunching up a bit, it was obvious thag he was dreaming about something and John was wondering what his dream was about. Beautiful black like ink hair was so messy and it was stuck in every possible direction. John was just appreciating Paul's face. 'Shit I am so fucked.' He though as he was looking down at the boy. Paul's arms were still wrapped around John. They were cuddling the whole night while they were asleep. Then a tender of awkwardness rushed through his body and he freezed. 'What would Paul think of all this when he wakes up? What should I do?' But he was feeling just so fucking comfortable sleeping beside Paul while his hands were wrapped around him. He didn't want to move from his embrace. There was something about this all. He just felt something he couldn't name, but it was here. That one particular feeling he was discovering more and more as he was spending precious time with this boy. He knew that he liked Paul alot but it was just all so early, they have known eachother just for two days and shit, he was already so attached. He felt like as if he have known this boy for months, and it was just two days. But they have been together all the time since they had met so it felt like they have known eachother longer. John loved to murder people of course, the satisfying tender he felt while he used his knife, the touch of dead bodies and organs, he loved that. This was his job. Everytime he liked somebody, he just simply killed them. He had killed few of his partners before but when he looked at Paul. It was just something diffrent. He felt like he needed to protect this boy no matter what was happening. He would never hurt him. Paul made him feel accepted and John had never felt like this with somebody before, he related to him, there was always this fire that he felt and it was burning inside of him everytime when he was with that boy. He was looking at Paul's beautiful sleeping face, peacefully rested in his arms.

Paul started to move and let out a loud groan which interrupted John's thoughts. He stretched his limbs, didn't open his eyes yet. John thought that he would wake up, but he haven't yet, in the contrary he rested his head in the croock of John's neck and clutched his arms around John tighter. John felt like he had never seen anything more adorable before. Who could blame him when that beautiful McCartney man was resting in his bed with him, holding him tightly. Somehow in the night he even got closer to John, and right now they were fully on John's bed. That boy was truly driving John crazy. He could smell his irresistible vanilla rosemary scent which he loved so fucking much. John now knew that he would never want to move from the embrace Paul trapped him in. He had never felt like this with anyone before. He really hadn't, it was scaring him but it felt good at the same time. He was also feeling so afraid because he knew that being queer is illegal and that can be problematic, but he tried not to think about that. He just liked Paul and with him, all the problems disappeared.

Paul all of sudden opened one eye and promptly the second one. Blinked, looked at John who was already glaring at him. The sight of John made him smile sleepily. John almost exploded because of the amount of butterflies he had in his stomach.

„Goodmorning Johnny." Paul said while he was separating his hands from John. He didn't want to do that, of course not, but was worried of what the other thought of him, he had to. Then he slowly moved into a sitting position when John spoke up.

„Goodmorning Macca, how was your sleep?" He said and looked at Paul who had his legs crossed over eachother, he found that sitting position so adorable. John noticed that that boy was actually wearing his clothing which were his velvet pants and flex tshirt tucked inside. Paul's black like night hair was all messy in the morning. John didn't want this sight to go away from his mind that soon.