Alive | Starrison [✔️]

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"What? It's true!" George whined as Ringo playfully pushed him away.

Ringo bit his lip, cheeks red. "You're weird, Georgie." He mumbled before kissing his cheek.

George blinked. "W-What was that for?"

Ringo covered his tomato red face. "Ack... I-I..." He stammered. "I-I..."

George took a hold of his hands and removed them. He lowered his gaze. Blue met brown. George's breathe hitched again. The stars and constellations were in his blue orbs.

"Ringo."

He gasped when he felt his arms around.

"Georgie---"

Ringo wrapped his arms around him, a confused look in his face.

"Georgie?"

George buried his face in the crook of his neck. He could feel Ringo's heart drumming in his chest, he could feel the blood rushing up to his cheeks. He could hear the way Ringo's breathe quickened a bit. And it took all of him not to bite down and drink the delicious O-negative that was running through his veins.

He kissed his cheek, cold, dead lips against Ringo's warm skin.

Ringo shivered at the coldness. "George---"

George smiled at him. "I like you too."