(A/N: as you can see in the photo, the tables have turned slightly. BUT THAT'S OKAY because the story still revolves around Julian and Paul's relationship.
Enjoy!)
If Paul wasn't appearing around John's house as much, he certainly is now.
Julian always hears their loud voices, laughing and playing in daddy's music room. He gripped onto a pole near the stairs and listened.
"Tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing"
Laughter briefly followed.
"C'mon John! We've almost got it"
"Can't we take a break?"
"We've took quite a few already, can we jus' finish this?"
"Its practically finished, Macca! And Cynthia isn't home..."
The three year old climbed up the stairs, he was hungry, tired of watching cartoons, and mommy left him with daddy again, she's been doing that a lot.
Maybe daddy can make some of that tasty Mac n' cheese.
Julian's mouth watered as he approached the room.
A faint noise of thumping and hums can be heard.
Julian twisted the knob of the door and opened it.
He came across the two men, closed together into one and into each other's mouths, rubbing upon each other fiercely on the small bed and moaning loudly.
"Daddy..." Julian cocked his head.
Paul jumped up and shoved John away as if he was covered in flames and wiped his mouth.
"Julian!" Paul was shocked like he was just caught stealing something.
"Bloody 'ell Jules!" Daddy shouted, obviously pissed.
"What you doin', daddy?" Julian asked cautiously.
"Nothing Jules, nothing" Paul answered quickly. His face blanked. Fuck, this was so weird to him. What the bloody hell has Julian just seen?
"Goddammit Julian, what do you want?" John asked sharply.
Paul shoved John for that attitude towards the little boy.
Julian frowned, he's dealt with daddy's tempers before, Paul always protected him from it, but it still hurt.
"M hungry..." Julian mumbled before running out of the room.
"John! He's hungry!" He heard Paul whisper before running after the small boy.
"Hey, Jules. I'll make ya somethin'" Paul grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"No! Stoopit! I hate you!" Julian pulled out of the grasp and ran into his room, shutting it.
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My Uncle Pawl
Fanfiction(McLennon) Julian's view of John Lennon & Paul McCartney's relationship through the Beatle years... Warnings: The three S's Swears, Slash and Sad Shit.
