Peace (lennstarr)

date II

>> date <<

<> a social appointment or engagement arranged beforehand with another person, especially when a romantic relationship exists or may develop <>

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"oi Starkey," Paul called out and chased after Ringo right as he was reaching for his sweater. "are you really going to let John do this?"

"do what?" he said, anxiously trying to spot George so that Paul could distract himself from him.

"date Stu! please tell me you're going to try and stop it at least." Paul said and Ringo sighed.

"no actually," Ringo said and glanced outside. it was getting dark. "now if you'll excuse me I have to go home."

"but you just can't do that! what about John? what about the--" but Paul couldn't finish that sentence.

Ringo had quite literally thrown the door at his face. the horrific sob that came from Paul brought him some joy.

the walk home from work only made him want to disappear. everywhere around him he saw girls holding onto the hands of young men, tiptoeing to try to give them small kisses on the cheek, jackets too big slung around their frail shoulders. it was like something out of a romantic movie. and all Ringo could imagine was seeing a gray storm cloud above his head.

no matter. whatever John chose was perfectly fine, even if he was dating the most self centered man on planet earth who couldn't give a lesser fuck about his own friends.

seriously, how the fuck do you manage to mispronounce Ringo?

it doesn't matter, he thought to himself and reached in his pockets for his keys. he was ready to collapse in bed and plot Paul's murder.

but as he turned the keys and opened the door he saw John. and he looked quite handsome that was sure.

"oh, hey Rings." John smiled and ran back into his room.

"hey." Ringo nodded, he still didn't feel like talking to the lad.

"do you mind if I borrow one of your ties? I need it for my date with Stu." John said and Ringo pursed his lips. two words he never thought would come out of his mouth.

date and Stu.

"depends which one." Ringo shrugged and set his keys on the kitchen counter before walking into the living room.

he didn't quite understand why his stomach was lurching. his mouth was dry, palms were sweaty, heart was pounding. and quite frankly, he hated it.

"hey Ringo," John called out from the older man's room. "can I get some help?"

"what'd you do?" Ringo had jumped up, knowing how John was capable of setting fire to practically anything he could find.

Ringo had learned that the hard way.

nonetheless, he peered into his room and his heart melted. John was struggling to get the tie on, his hands crossed together and his lips were parted. he stuck out his tongue and his eyebrows were furrowed together.

Ringo couldn't help but laugh at him. he hated to admit it, but it was utterly adorable.

"need some help?" Ringo spoke up and John turned to face him, cheeks completely red.

"yeah actually," John said and bit his lip. "can't seem to get the hang of it."

"come here," Ringo smiled and watched on as John trudged over towards him. "just promise not to move if I do this."

"got it bossman." he blushed and marched over towards him.

Ringo took hold of the tie from John's hands and felt his heart speed up. the younger man's eyes were sparkling. he looks so happy, and Ringo couldn't help but smile. if this was what he looked like when he's happy then fuck, he wants to see this everyday.

"thanks for doing this Rings," John said and Ringo stopped in his tracks. "you didn't have to do this y'know."

"oh I know I didn't," he laughed and straightened the tie. "but if this is the only opportunity you have to get laid then I'm glad to help."

he didn't know why, but John was glad. he didn't really care about his date. he only cared that Ringo was here, talking with him. and hell, this was big.

Ringo still hadn't let go of John's tie. they were only a few feet away from each other and John could already start to make out little hints of Ringo's gray streak that he hated for some reason. he felt his lips part and John made no effort to close them.

he was curious again. and that was what got him into this predicament in the first place.

funny thing was that the way John's lips parted were almost hypnotic to Ringo. he didn't know what to do other than lick his own lips. why was he feeling this way? he didn't know and honestly, he didn't care.

Ringo practically yanked the tie forward and John's lips crashed onto his. it was needy, but it was perfect.

John's hands went immediately to the older man's waist and he brought him closer. there was a small smile on John's lips as he felt Ringo give in to him. his shoulders dropped and his legs went limp.

they managed to fall back on the bed but it wasn't long, no. right as Ringo had let his hands go down to the belt on John's pants, they heard a knock on the door.

they blushed and pulled away from each other. Ringo was still on his bed, fixing his hair and collecting his thoughts. he had just kissed John.

"hey it's Stu," John called out and Ringo nodded. "thanks for the tie."

"no problem." the older man said and looked down at his sheets.

"don't think I'll forget that kiss." John winked and sat down next to him to give him yet another kiss on the lips.

he giggles and slipped off towards the door, practically snapping them off its hinges.

but Ringo sat on the bed, licking over his lips carefully. the first kiss was his fault, but why would John come back for another one?

was he playing him?