Flaws | Starrison [✖️]

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"Geo---"

"We need to talk."
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Ringo gave him an annoyed look.

"I'm gonna be late for class, George." He grumbled, hands placed firmly on his chest.

"I--- Goddammit Ringo! Can't you just be late for a few minutes??" George pressed him against the wall.

Ringo opened his mouth to protest when George kissed him.

So much for "talking".

Ringo's hands shot up to his waxed hair, messing it between his fingers as George deepened the kiss.

George cupped his cheeks, brushing the pads of his calloused fingers against his skin. Ringo gave out an involuntary moan, eyelashes fluttering as his heart pounded in his chest. George felt a twinge of excitement at the sound, kissing him harder this time.

Ringo tugged on his messed-up hair and cried out when George bit down on his bottom lip.

"Ow!"

George paused, eyes going down to Ringo's lip. It was bleeding slightly. His brown eyes watched as Ringo's tongue darted out and licked the wound. He winced a bit as pain flowered from his mouth.

"Sorry." George kissed his cheek instead, mindful of his lips.

Ringo's heart fluttered at how gentle his voice sounded. If fluttered didn't sound girly enough, Ringo didn't know what could fit the feeling in his chest better.

"It's fine," Ringo smiled, licking his lips again. He tasted copper and... mint? "Say," He began. "Do you have candy?"

George nodded. "I'm trying to quit smoking."

Ringo took a piece of gum. "How is it?" He asked, a tinge of concern in his voice.

"Absolutely no progress." George grinned, showing off his fangs.

It was really cramped in the janitor's closet. But Ringo didn't mind. His head rested on George's shoulder, mumbling something about how he hated being shorter than him. George chuckled, pressing his nose in Ringo's hair. He took a whiff.

"You smell like vanilla." He laughed. "That's fucking girly, even for you, Ritchie."

"S-Shut up," Ringo protested. "My shampoo mixed up with my mother's."

And if possible, George laughed harder. Ringo's cheeks turned red and he elbowed George in the ribs, bursting out in laughter at his face. George doubled over, half in pain and half in laughter, making the two tumble over. The door swung open, George falling over Ringo.

"You could say..." George grinned. "That I fell for you---"

"The heck?"

The two lads turned to the source of the voice.

The school's janitor and mechanic, Maxwell, stood there in shock. And judging from the weirded out expression in his face, what he was assuming wasn't good.

He took a step back, his silver hammer glinting in the light.

"You two should be in class." Was all that left the man's lips.

George stumbled off him and extended a hand. Ringo took it, giving Maxwell one last look before rushing off.

The janitor couldn't believe it. Elsie Starkey, one of the most religious and strict women in town, had a queer son?

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