A Different Kind of Love (McLennon)

Chapter 4

John whispered ever so quietly. He remained to keep his eyes closed as he pulled away from his sleeping "friend". John didn't even see Paul awakening from his slumber.

"John..." Paul whispered. He heard John's words clearly. He couldn't describe what he was feeling. It felt as if his love for John was blocking out all of the confusion together. However, Paul still wanted answers.

Paul's voice nearly knocked the living daylights out of John. "Paul.. I-I... I'm sor--" John's words were cut off with Paul's lips crashing against his.

Paul's lips were so smooth and magical. It was as if he was kissing his soul mate.

Paul couldn't believe what was happening. This was everything he'd ever wanted. John was so fucking brilliant.

John slightly parted his lips and gently seeked entrance into Paul's mouth. Paul loved this, and didn't want to stop. He parted his lips and allowed John's hot wet muscle into his heated cavern. John pressed his toung against Paul's, and soon they were having a wrestling match in their mouths. Paul tasted so fucking good, John loved every second of this kiss. It was like no other kiss he ever experienced, ever. It wasn't quite different on Paul's side, John's toung tasted like everything good mixed into one, and his texture- oh, his wonderful texture. This was better than he could ever imagine it being before.

After a minute or two, they had to pull away to breath very reluctantly.

"John... I love you..." Paul spoke softly.

"That's all I needed to hear." John chuckled and took Paul's hand, pulling him up to reveal him being shirtless. "Oh sweet Jesus, you're sexy."

Paul chuckled, "What're you doing, Johnny?"

"Taking you somewhere." John replied, taking off his shirt and handing it to Paul.

"And that place is?" Paul sassed. "Talk about sexy..." He said as John removed his shirt. He took it and put it on. It smelled like John...

"You'll love it. I know you will." John said as he picked up Paul in his arms, Paul wearing blue pajama jeans.

"Johnny, you're shirtless." Paul laughed.

"Your point is?" John chuckled.

"Well, the only other room that is in this building that we temporarily own is this room and the one the one that you left a girl in. So, you're headed outside." Paul explained.

"Again, your point is? I'm going outside, yeah, but it's four o' clock. No one will be out at this time, darling." John reassured.

At the name of 'darling' being given to him by John made Paul blush. "Alright, Johnny, take me there." Paul said, one arm around John's neck and the other pointing onwards towards the door.

It was so bloody fantastic that he had Paul in his arms. Paul was as light as a feather.

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The view knocked the words out of the both of them. Seeing a full moon high in the sky, a perfect calm blue ocean stretching out as far as the eye can see, it was truly marvelous. The temperature was perfect, and a subtle wind gently carressed the two new lovers soft faces.

"Oh Johnny, it's perfect..." Paul whispered.

"It is. It really is..." John said, sitting beside Paul, a whole ocean ahead of them, the only light being provided is the bright moon, along with thousands of stars.

"John?" Paul quietly called. "Hm?" John replied, flicking his eyes over to Paul, who is way beyond compare to the beautiful scenery surrounding them.

"Make love to me..." Paul whispered ever so subtly.