worlds apart chapter 2/finns take

The next morning

The two lads woke up to a sharp feeling in their heads, greeted by a hangover the moment they wake. lovely. Sunlight was shinning through the window through the thin white curtains covering them. Paul cracks an eye open. their arms had been tangled together after they cuddled for the night, all stuck together. its awfully hot in France in September, at least for two blokes from liverpool. Though, despite the hangover, McCartney was quite quick to realize something was off. they would often cuddle, it was their right, who cares anyway? it was brotherly.. thats what they told themselves anyway. When he realizes he's nude and.. just to make sure, he peeps under the covers.. Yeah, great. okay. John is too.

"Christ.."

he mumbles to himself under his breath. no way they actually did anything.. right? the pain in his lower back is telling him otherwise. there's always been a quiet voice in the back of his head telling him there was something more than friendship with john, though he's always been quite good at keeping it shut. he knows john feels it too, its like an unspoken agreement. they would never act on it... aside from last night, apparently. fuck. this could only serve to make the headache worse.

Paul sheepishly nudges John
"john.."
He rolls his eyes. Johns always been a deep sleeper.
"John!"
he properly shoves him.
"wha..."
Lennon's eyes open a little, currently being just slits due to his tiredness.
"mm..what, paulie?"
he mumbles, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table. he sits up.
"Fuck, me head."
he looks up at paul, who has an unreadable expression.. he can tell its not good, though.
"who died??"

Paul sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"Do you remember last night? at all??"
John clearly looks lost in thought, trying to remember..
"er.. no?"
he says sheepishly.
"...me neither." paul mumbles, he continues.
"it cant be good though, i know it cant. yeah, two mates wakeup together bloody naked and still sweaty. plus my arse bloody hurts, i heard thats what happens when two lads get at it-"
"did your research, did you?"
john cuts him off.
"haha. very funny."

paul rolls his eyes again. john continues.
"Come on Paulie, what do you take us for? queers?? i bet we didn't even do anything. we probably just both had showers and forgot to put clothes on. thats how drunk we were."
"well, you have quite the imagination, don't you?"
"shu'up. we shagged, so what?? its not the end of the world."
theres a pause.
"you look like a bird anyway-"
paul retorts
"enough, john! if anyone found out we'd never live it down! we'd be labeled as queers forever- why are you so calm about this??"

John sighs and lays back on the bed, his arms resting behind his head.
"because i don't even think it counts, honest. we were both bloody plastered as all hell. i don't remember a thing!"
John does, he's just keeping it to himself. believe me, these memories are sacred to him.
"it does too count! you'd almost be considered a virgin if we ruled out all yer drunk hookups."
...
"so you want this to count, okay-"

"i don't! thats just a hypocritical stance."
john rolls his eyes.

"okay macca, how about this. since we don't even bloody remember it, why not forget about it? its only sex, not rocket science."

paul goes quiet. he wants to protest, he's not sure what for. he sighs after a moment.

"okay, john. yeah, we can forget it."

he says quietly. john continues.

"good. i want you to have fun here anyway, yeah?? cmon, much more drinking and much less sex! ..with eachother!!"

john holds out an arm for paul to go under, he's quick to comply and lay next to him, johns arm slung around his shoulder. it feels a little dirty this time around. maybe because it feels right.

"alright, johnny.. im still tired anyway."

he burries his head into johns shoulder, trying not to think about whatever the hell they did last night.
"...sorry about yer sore arse."

john says teasingly. paul chuckles and hits him softly. john always knew how to lighten a hard situation.