Imagines

Starrison #1

Here's a Starrison imagine for y'all

Warning: mature

The boys are just finishing up an interview. All the while, George has been sending teasing expressions and motions Ringo's way.

As the boys are dismissed and thanked for their time, they all head for their car. Ringo yanks George to the side and looks up at the taller boy beggingly.

"Please," he whispers.

George looks down and sees the bulge in Ringo's pants. He smirks, looks back up, and winks. "Not yet."

Ringo groans loudly and follows close behind George, to keep his evident erection hidden from sight. John and Paul are already in the car, waiting for them, so the two boys climb into the very back.

"What took you so long?" John asks.

"Washroom," George lies smoothly.

The answer seems good enough for John and Paul, neither of whom say anything else in response.

As the car starts moving, Ringo suddenly grabs George's hand. George gives him a quizzical look.

"It's twenty minutes 'til we get back," Ringo whispers, not wanting John or Paul to overhear him.

"Your point?" George winks.

"Please," Ringo groans quietly.

George grins and places one hand over Ringo's thigh. Ringo tenses as George moves his hand higher and higher up the boy's leg.

George keeps looking straight ahead, as not to attract unwanted attention, but steals glances at the already flustered Ringo every once in awhile as he rubs the boy through the fabric of his trousers.

Ringo bites his lip to keep from moaning, but every once in awhile, a small noise manages to escape. George grins and tugs down Ringo's trousers just slightly. Now only separated by the thin fabric of Ringo's boxers, George rubs his thumb teasingly over the tip.

"G-George..."

"Shhh."

Luckily, the radio is on so Paul and John don't notice George or Ringo's antics in the backseat. George sighs in relief and grins devilishly at Ringo, who bites his lip. His underwear is finally pulled down to reveal his hardened cock.

"Dirty bastard," George whispers as he uses his thumb to rub over the smooth skin. Ringo blushes and bites his tongue.

George gently squeezes Ringo's cock, causing him to gasp. George snickers as he tugs and twists at the tip, making Ringo whimper. The younger boy licks his lips, but must contain himself. Their friends are seated right in front of them.

"You don't know how badly I want you right now," George growls in Ringo's ear. He trembles with anticipation and leans his head back, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You alright back there, Ringo?" John asks.

"'m fine. Jus' tired." Ringo lies, disguising a moan as a yawn.

George grins and runs his hand up and down Ringo's shaft. He whimpers and looks into George's dark eyes.

"I-I'm gonna—"

He comes undone before he can finish his sentence, trying his best to disguise his high as more yawning. The warm, sticky substance coats George's hand and he raises an eyebrow at Ringo, who looks at him with wide eyes.

"Now look what you did," George whispers in the boy's ear. "You got me covered in grime and filth, you horny bastard."

Ringo licks his lips. "Y-Yeah?" his voice is shaky.

"Mmm, I just may have to punish you for that."