Flaws | Starrison [✖️]

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"Wait," Ringo panted, hands splayed on George's chest. "Geo wait---"

"What?" He asked irritably, wanting nothing more than to continue on kissing the smaller.

"We're at church."

George gave him a look. "And?"

Ringo spluttered. "I--- George! We can't--- I can't believe you!" He exasperated, trying to push him off again. "My family would get suspicious---" He uttered a gasp when he felt George kissed his neck. "Geo---" Ringo whined when he felt him suck on his neck. "George s-stop!"

"Fine." He huffed, stepping back. Thankfully, Ringo added mentally. "But I'm not done with you yet, Ritchie."

Not done with me yet? Ringo watched as George left the bathroom stall without another word. What could he possibly mean by that?!

••••

"Where have you been?" Elsie demanded, her voice hushed but equally angry. "You've been gone for five minutes and--- what is that?"

Ringo furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"That!"

Ringo followed his mother's gaze. Elsie sighed and took out a compact mirror and opened it.

Ringo gasped.

Right on his neck, where George had kissed him, was a purple hickey.

"I-It was a... a-a..."

"I was playing vampire with him, mum!" Maureen bursted out.

Elsie gave her a look. "Why haven't I seen it before?"

Maureen gave her an innocent look.

"Dunno. But I must've bit hard, right Bubba?"

Ringo nodded. "Y-Yeah."

Elsie sighed. "Fine. Just... Let's just get back to the ceremony."

Once their mother was out of earshot, Maureen yanked Ringo's collar.

"You owe me a jelly baby for saving your butt, bubba."

Ringo laughed. "Sure, Mo."

••••

"Where have you been?" Pete asked, slurring a bit.

Paul turned at the sound of George's footsteps. "I've saved a joint." He said, offering the roll.

He waved it off. "No thanks."

"Where have you been?" Pete repeated.

"Yeah, where have you been?" John asked, stubbing a regular ciggie with the heel of his shoe. Aunt Mimi would kill him if she found out he was smoking Mary Jane.

George shrugged, slumping against the wall. He licked his lips, remembering the feeling of Ringo's mouth on his.

Then the thought crashed in his head.

Oh right. The dare.

••••

Ringo subconciously ran his finger against his lips.

They were bruised, red, and tingly.

His fingers brushed against the hickey.

He could borrow some foundation from Maureen's make up kit to hide it tomorrow.

••••

They dropped him off at Pattie's house.

"Hey." He greeted, walking up the cobblestone steps that led to her house. Well, their house. But George wasn't still sure of that. He wasn't even sure about their relationship.

Pattie grinned, showing off that adorable gap in her teeth. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. She had a ciggie in one hand, the other holding the door open.

Her kiss felt ordinary. Plain. Nothing like---

George pushed the thoughts away and continued kissing his girlfriend. Girlfriend. Fuck, that sounded weird to him.

"George? What's wrong?"

Fuck.

George gave her a (hopefully) convincing look.

"Nothing, love." He smiled, kissing her again.

Her lips were soft and smooth from her lip balm. Ringo's were a bit chapped, especially on his bottom lip. He kept on biting it, breaking the skin. Pattie used chapstick, never letting her lips go dry. He could taste the cherry and nicotine on her lips, nothing like Ringo's, clean, pure mouth.

Fuck, he should really stop comparing him to her.

••••

It was Monday. Dreaded Monday.

Everything was usual. The same sky. Same time he arrived. Same books that were piling up in his locker.

Everything seemed fine.

Until George yanked his hand and dragged him to the janitor's closet.