A/N: Happy McLennon Day!
"Ugh, John!" Paul cried from inside the dressing room.
"Yes?"
"I can't get this shirt on, can you help me?" He opened the door slowly with a sheepish look.
"Sure! Arms up!" He pulled the shirt over his head, fluttering his fingers over his sides a bit.
"Yohohou're doing that on purpose!"
"Maybe." John stopped, looking at the binder. He'd never seen anything like it before. It was like a tube top, a white one. Velcro held it together on the chest, it seemed.
"J - John?" Paul stuttered, scattering his thoughts. "You're staring."
"Shit, sorry." He finished putting the shirt on him, not speaking a word for the rest of the shopping spree.
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"Can I stay over?"
"Of course you can!" John nodded, gesturing to his bed.
"Thank you." Paul shyly unbuttoned his shirt.
"Paul?"
"Hmm?" His hands shook as he started unstrapping the binder.
"Wh - what are you doing?!" he squawked.
"I'm not allowed to sleep in it." Paul strapped it back on. "I shouldn't have done that in front of you, I can go into the bathroom if you want."
"No, it's okay!"
"Alright, you don't have to look if you don't want to." He unstrapped it, letting it fall to the floor.
"You're pretty brave, you know." John looked up.
"Of course! I trust you."
"Yeah." He looked him up and down. "Wow."
"I don't like them," Paul frowned, covering his chest. "I - I mean, I got nice tits and all, but-"
"Pffthahahahaha!" John collapsed onto the bed in a fit of laughter.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I - I can't believe you just said that!" He snorted once, then covered his mouth with a blush.
"Did you just -" Paul fell on top of him, joining him in laughter. "Oh, John, you're amazing!"
"Hahaha, it's my job!"
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