Careless Talk

McCharmly

Ringo and George were sipping tediously at their drinks and laying against the walls of an alley.

"Only one drink remember, that's all I'm getting for ya" Ringo poked at George's chest and George grabbed his finger.

"I know I know. Thank you" George smiled and pulled Ringo's hand to pull him closer to kiss him softly. "Happy fourth date by the way" George mumbled against Ringo's lips.

"Oh yeah, happy fourth date" Ringo had been delightfully stress free as of late and that was incredibly pleasing to George.

While George leaned in to kiss him again, he kicked the trash bin. "This is so romantic" he rolled his eyes and sat back against the wall.

"I'm sorry, we don't have a lot of options" Ringo shrugged apologetically. George looked around and sighed.

"Yeah, I know. Not many accepting places for two queers to make out"
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Paul's eyes were closed and he wasn't even in the middle of a preoccupying thought for once. He was pressing the back of his neck against his railing and scratching his bare ankles against the concrete.

He'd savor the moment if he could but before he even had the chance, John plopped down next to him. Paul didn't open his eyes though, he just let John stick his face between Paul's face and shoulder.

"Johnny" Paul hummed the name and slowly turned his face so that if he wanted to, he could look John in the eyes.

But Paul's eyes remained closed, he was for the most part, emotionless. Johns pleasant take in of air is what told him that the action wasn't a mistake. But John was bored so easily.

"Give me something here Paulie" he urged Paul to give him some sort of reaction. "I'm having a serious lack of energy, darling" John poked at Paul's cheek.

Paul finally batted his eyelashes and opened his eyes.

"Aye, sleeping beauty! What can we do to wake ya, huh?"

Paul smiled flatly and waited for whatever John was about to plunge into.

"Have a row with me, we haven't had one of those yet!" John leaned back proudly at that suggestion. Paul leaned forward with a confused expression.

"John we've had nothing but rows for how long?" Paul wanted to count on his fingers again. John could tell that Paul was about to pull his hand out of his pocket and stopped him.

"Right, right." John chuckled.

"What's dragged ya out of bed this early on a weekend?" Paul asked, slightly bitter about not having heard much from John for the past two days.

John suddenly turned a bashful shade of pink. "Got to take ya to meet Julia today"

"Julia?-"

"My mum, she insisted to meet ya"

"You talk about me?" Paul smiled and John rolled his eyes.

"Didn't think you could be more full of ya self"

"But here I am, proving ya wrong" Paul stole glances around the street and kissed John softly. John had curled one of his hands through the railing and was hanging over Paul with amusement.

"You'll have to come by Mimi's though" John giggled as Paul scrunched his face up.

"She's making me a fancy dinner, she doesn't trust Julia to feed me right" John laughed at that but something told Paul that that had once been a rough spot with him.

"Ok, sign me up babe"

"Babe?" John chucked and pushed his glasses up.

"I was trying something new!" Paul defended the name. John thrust up to the top of Paul's porch and sat on the edge. Paul looked at him from his seat on the stair.