Flaws | Starrison [✖️]

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"Hi John." Paul made an awkward wave as he sat down the couch.

"Hey Macca." He replied with a confused look as he looked around. "Where's Geo?"

"Geo?" Paul asked innocently. "George isn't here."

"But--- You said--- O-Okay?" John stammered, sitting beside him.

"So, uh, song lyrics?"

"Oh yeah!" John perked up, fishing his phone out from his pocket. "I wanted to show it to you first before the whole band." He flashed him a smile that made Paul's heart melt.

"Gee. I'm flattered." Paul joked, brushing off the ridiculous feeling of fear that George would do something stupid and alarm John.

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George thought he was doing a good job so far. Ringo, of course, was trying his best to be quiet, but it was a bit hard with George's lips wrapped tightly around him.

No pun intended.

"Georgie." He whined, blue eyes blown out. His cheeks were flushed and his pretty lips were parted as sounds came out now and then. "O-Oh g-god..."

Fuck, he looked gorgeous.

He sucked harder, making Ringo throw his head back in pleasure. He bit hard down on his lip, trying his best to be quiet.

His toes curled and his hand tugged on George's hair, making him groan. It sent vibrations, making Ringo gasp, his thighs pressing against George's red ears.

He smirked, groaning in reply as he bobbed his head up and down.

"Georgie---p-please don't h-hum..." He whimpered, face screwed up in pleasure. His hold on his hair tightened, his mouth falling open. "Oh god, oh crap, G-George I'm going to---"

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"What was that?" John asked, head turning as he tried to find the source of the noise.

Paul heard it and wished he didn't.

For fucks sake, George! He thought. Can't you hold your fucking libido for at least ten minutes?!

"W-What do you mean?" Paul asked him, having that strange urge to sing the song while he was at it.

"I..." John's ears turned red. "You didn't hear that?"

Paul turned red when he heard it again.

"I-I think I f-forgot to turn off my computer..." He stammered.

John's lips broke into a perverted grin.

"I didn't know you watch those, Macca!"

"I-I..." Paul bit his lip. "I-I'm going to turn it off, yeah?"

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Ringo slumped against the toilet seat, panting, shaking a bit as he tried composing himself. George stood up and wiped his mouth, a wide smirk forming in his lips.

"Was it good?"

Ringo nodded, biting his lip. His bottom lip was as red as him.

"Y-You okay?" Ringo asked him, eyes set upon, well, that.

"Fuck."

It's was George's turn to blush.

"Fuck." He repeated, cheeks turning red. "I... um.. Shit."

"C-Could I...?"

"I---- Fuck, are you serious?" George widened his eyes. "Ritchie---"

"Well, I have to return the favor, right?" He mumbled, looking up at him through his eyelashes. He slowly licked his lips, almost driving George mad.

"If you're alright with it." George said, watching Ringo slowly unzip his trousers.

The first contact of his lips made him jolt a bit. Ringo tentatively kissed the tip, making his breath hitched.

"R-Ritchie..." He groaned out. "Jesus fucking Christ---"

"No swearing." He scolded, brushing his fingers against it. "If you swear even once, I'll stop. The Lord's name counts too, Georgie."

George nodded, biting his lip hard as Ringo pressed a soft kiss on the tip.

"Oh." His eyebrows were knitted and bliss was written all over his face. "O-Oh gosh..."

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"Hey Paul? Can I use the bathroom?"

"You could use the bathroom upstairs." Paul stammered, fully aware now what the hell was happening in the bathroom.

John frowned. "What's wrong with the bathroom down here?"

Fuck. C'mon Paulie think of something!

"The water isn't working." Paul said smoothly, hating the fact that he had to lie to his best mate (and crush, so and so).

"Seriously Paulie, what is up with you today?" John exasperated, raising his arms in the air. "You're acting weird!"

"I'm not!" Paul defended. "It's jus' that----"

He scowled. "Paul----"

On instinct, Paul just had to stop John from finding out what was happening in the bathroom. So he did something totally unexpected and impromtu but something he really wanted to do for a long fucking time.

If it weren't for his lips crashing on John's he would've found out that the bathroom door was lock, thus, him knowing about the two lovebirds in there.

Paul gulped. "John---"

"I..." He was wearing a look of total disbelief. "I... I-I'll see you later at the gig."

And he was off.

And Paul was totally going to kill George for this.

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