Peace (lennstarr)

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John had snuggled into the fabric of the blankets that only his eyes were peeking out. his legs were tangled around Ringo's, who sat quietly as they watched the action packed military movie with what John could only describe as one of the hottest men on earth. the only real person who could top Tom Cruise was well, Ringo.

in this case he's have better chances of getting with Cruise than Starkey himself. it didn't matter through. with determination comes action. speaking of Starkey's, the older man laid his head on the shoulder of John, quite to his own delight. their arms were brushing every few minutes and they, mainly Ringo, would pull away before any more time could pass.

though he could understand where he was coming from, John was tired of this bullshit. normally that boy would be all over him by now, his whole body on John. but today Ringo's thigh was barely riding up John's leg.

with a frustrated sigh John lifted his hand up momentarily to run it through his hair until he felt the older man's scrawny frame move against him and he took the risk. John let his hand rest on Ringo's momentarily.

though there was some resistance at first, the older man let John cradle his hand for the meantime. with this silent acceptance John's heart skipped a beat. he didn't actually think he'd be left off this easily.

maybe now was the time to do it. yes. now certainly was the time to do it.

"so Ritchie," John began to say and let his other hand travel over towards Richard's leg. "I'm really really sorry about what happened."

"i-it's okay Johnny. it was just a misunderstanding I guess." he stuttered and John smirked.

he loved it when Ringo stuttered.

"no it was completely my fault. completely. you shouldn't have to blame yourself. I propose that we watch the movie and pretend like it never happened. yeah?" John said, moving his hand down to Ringo's mid thigh slowly.

"sure." John smiled to himself and let his hand go up enough that he could feel the fabric of his boxers through the light material.

both men pretended like nothing happened and continued to watch the movie. in the back of John's head he felt a thought trying to push out his lips: do you like this?

it wasn't that it was wrong. it's just that he already won his chance, for fucks sake his hand was on Ringo's thigh! and he was holding his hand too! the boy was already forgiving him! he was practically putty in his hands!

but there was something about his innocent blue eyes and quivering lips that made it almost impossible to ask. the slight childish manner Ringo possessed made it almost uncomfortable to ask. it was almost like hitting on a child. God knows how short the poor boy is.

but John pushed it aside and turned his head to look at Ritchie for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

he was curled up next to him head now resting on his chest. he hoped that his fast heartbeat wouldn't be noticeable to Ritchie.

"hey Johnny?" Ringo said suddenly, drawing attention to John. "did you really mean it when you said you were sorry?"

"every single word," John whispered and squeezed Ringo's hand lightly. "every single word."