Petty (lennstarr)

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George

He never meant to say anything. Honest.

But here he was, lying on the floor with Paul holding up an ice pack to his face and bruises lining his jaw. His eye was pulsing and he felt numb.

"Honest Georgie," Paul sighed and removed the ice pack to scan the damage. "When John talks you have to try and shut up."

"I couldn't help it," George murmured and pushed away the ice pack. He reached into his pocket and took out his lighter. "Lad can't go talking smack about his mate like that."

"Listen sweetheart," Paul sighed and snatched the cigarette from George's lips so he could kiss him gently. His lips was bleeding. "You just have to realize that sometimes John can get a little, personal with the things he loves. He'll overreact if he sees something he doesn't like. Just don't add onto it. You're lucky I found you lot before he gave you the beating of a lifetime."

"Oh shut up," George growled and got back his cigarette, commanding the older man to put his ice pack on again. "He better not try me tomorrow."

"Oh I don't think he would." Paul grinned and kissed his hair.