Crush - McLennon Oneshot

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It was a cloudy cold day, and John was stuck inside with just his music. Mimi had gone out a girls trip just 4 days ago or so, giving him the house to himself. And though he hated to admit it, John felt lonely and missed having somebody else in the house. Even if it's only been a few days.

The clock read 6:34pm. And John knew exactly who he wanted to see at the time, Paul. The boy who he had been crushing on for at least a year now.

He smiled at the thought of seeing Paul and his warm green eyes, and walked over to the phone. Quickly ringing in the number as he brought the phone up to his ear, chewing on the inside of his cheek hoping for Paul's answer.

And to Johns delight, he did.

Paul picked up the phone with a very monotone sounding voice, as if he had just been woken up from a nap "who is this?" John giggled at the grogginess in his tone, in which the conversation started.

"Hi Macca, it's just me."

"Oh! Hi John, how are you?"

"Well, okay. Would be much better if you were here though." John said in a fake pouting voice, even if it wasn't much of a lie, Paul could just see the smirk on his face.

"Are you asking me to come over?" Paul chuckled, taking a quick glance at the small desk-top clock beside the phone.

John let out a dramatic sigh, "you've got me there Paulie. When can you be here?" The offer made Paul smile.

"I can be there in fifteen minutes, is that okay?" Paul asked, a grin clear in his voice. "Yeah! See you then, Macca." John beamed as he heard the click. He hasn't seen the boy in a week, he missed Paul.

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Paul knocked and stood on the doorstep of Johns house quietly, waiting patiently yet quietly for his mate to open the door.

The younger boy was quickly startled at the sudden burst of Johns door, quickly recovering.

"Paul!" John grinned, moving himself out of the way gesturing for Paul to enter. Paul nodded back with his own grin plastered onto his face, making his way into the home.

"What'd you wanna do?" Paul asked, untying his laces to take the shoes off his feet.

"Well.. maybe we could just talk? If that's okay with you?" The older asked, looking almost nervous. That wasn't normal of John to be so nervous, and Paul knew that.

Once Paul finished taking his shoes off, he stood up with John, his face the holding his usually charming look. "Yeah, I'd be okay with that." Paul spoke softly. John led the both of them up the stairs, down the hall and into his smaller sized bedroom.

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The two laid side by side on the bed, both of the boys' bodies turned to face the ceiling.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Was there anything specific you wanted to talk about?" Paul turned just his head to look at the other.

"I.. not really, to be honest.. was just missing you." Although it all wasn't a lie, John did have something to talk about. Yet Paul would get it out of him, recognizing the tone in his voice. Either way, the comment made Paul's expression soften from curiosity to a little more admiration of the older boy, who now had his full body's attention turned to face Paul.

"How've you been?" Paul knew this question would always catch John a little off guard, it was rare occasion that Johns as given the chance to talk about how he was really feeling. John felt safe around Paul, and he knew that. Gladly.

"I don't really know to be honest, there.. there's been this thing that I've been wanting to do.." John trailed off, his expression growing slightly serious as his gaze fell off Paul and onto the blanket covering the bed.

"Well? What is it?"

"I can't tell you Macca, I don't-" John cut himself off before he could speak any farther.

"..John. You can tell me anything you know? And if you don't want to, that's okay. But I want you to feel comfortable, happy. And if there's this thing that you really want to act upon, and believe it's a good idea—or even the only thing that may help you feel better.. then I think you should act on it. You never know what may happen."

John nodded at his words, a look of profound thinking was on his face.

Paul's voice was always comforting, even if it was slightly deeper than Johns. But it brought a sense of peace to John. Like somebody cared.

Johns attention was brought back up to Paul, staring deep into his eyes. The window to his soul.

"I'm sorry." John whispered, and before Paul could even have the chance to question—he found his lips onto the other boys lips. Paul did kiss back, but the poor boy seemed to be shocked, frozen in time it seemed.

After only a few seconds or so, the boys pulled apart from each other, creating a small pop sound. Johns expression was mixed with fear, yet happiness. Paul with shock, and.. something that John just couldn't quite put his finger on.

"John-" Paul went to speak but was swiftly interrupted with Johns panicked tone.

"Paul- please listen to me. I love you, and I have since the day I met you. And if you no longer want anything to do with me, nor talk to me ever again that's fine! But I just needed to tell you, please don't be upset-" just the same way John had done to Paul, the younger shut him up by placing his lips onto the others chapped. It was his turn to initiate the kiss.

Paul's hand slithered up Johns side and onto the back of his neck, the other resting in his hair to deepen the kiss. Meanwhile Johns own arms made their way around Paul's hips and his back, pulling him even closer. If that was possible.

As soon as the two pulled apart, a wet pop sounded through the quiet room. A tad louder than the first one. Wide smiles also appearing on each boys' face.

"I love you too, John. I'm not going anywhere."