Crazy For You | Starrison [✔️]

One hundred five

John hugged him tight. He could feel the bones poking out of Ringo's body.

"Christ. You've gotten thinner, Ritch. Eating well?"

He managed a smile. "Y-Yeah." He stumbled out, full aware of George's eyes on him. "John, this is George my---"

"Your captor." John practically growled.

"No! He's my lover!"

"What?! You can't be serious!"

He shook his head stubbornly. John couldn't believe it.

"It's complicated, yes but---"

"It's more than complicated, Ringo. This is fucked up!"

Ringo took a step back, hurt and horror written all over his face.

George's hands slid down his arms and around his wrists. His grip didn't seem to tight anymore.

"He doesn't mean that alright?" George whispered in his ear, fingers brushing against the skin of Ringo's wrists.

"John." Paul called, reaching out for him.

"Where the fuck were you?" He demanded, yanking his arm free. He shot Ringo a glance, feeling nauseous at the sight of George being so close to him.

"Never mind that, okay?" Paul faced his brother. "Isn't it dinner time, George? I'm starving."