Careless Talk

Caught

Ringo and George were walking down the pavement trying to figure out where Paul and John had gone off to. George was a little lost in thought, picking at the hanging skin on his fingers. They were about to give up when the wind started to pick up and the air was chilling but John came hurling down the pavement. Paul was running after him, fringe blowing over his eyes. John bumped right into the couple with his tilted classic smile.

"Aye, My lovelies!" John shook their shoulders as Paul came up behind him.

George examined Pauls face to see how he was doing, "Paul, feelin any better?" He asked and Paul stepped out from behind John.

"Yeah, think so" Paul subconsciously looked over at John when he smiled. George's smirking face was the first thing Paul saw when he tore his eyes from John. George had actually wanted to find Paul so he could talk to him about a few things but he couldn't talk when Ringo and John were around.

Ringo and John were swept up in a conversation so George took this to his advantage. "I really wish I had a drink right now". He looked at Paul with hinting eyes. But Paul just looked at him with confusion. George tilted his head a little forward with squinted eyes. "I sure wish I had one"

Pauls confusion broke into an amused but understanding grin. Ringo and John ended their conversation when Paul spoke. "George and I are going to go to the diner really quick and get the lad a drink"

George pouted a little once they split off. "I meant-"

"I know but I'm not taking you to the pub Geo" Paul laughed. "Anyway the signal word was just for that one night"

"Aww but here you are, taking me to buy a drink for me" George put his hand to his chest. Paul rolled his eyes and tilted his head back, the force of the wind helping him a little.

"I'm not paying, you git" he punched George's shoulder as they walked to the diner. "So, you gonna tell me what you wanted to talk about"

George pulled his jacket closer to his body and sighed. "So you and John slept together, right?" His voice was small and curious. Paul shot his mouth up to the side.

"Yeah, we did..." Paul nodded and looked at the flustered George and it clicked. "Ohhh, you curious?"

George nodded, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I kind of think I want to...you know with Ritchie and he seems like he might want to too"

The chilly air was spiking against Pauls cheeks and nose, his face was a frosted pink. "Well, if you trust each other and you both want to...." Paul broke off the sentence, "with John and I, it was uh-" Paul ran his tongue over the ridges of his mouth.

"Well you seem to love it so much" George flicked Pauls nose.

"Oi!" Paul punched at George's arm and then glanced at him "aw, Geo you're growing up"
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Ringo was threading an unlit cig between his fingers as he and John perched on top of a curb, waiting for the other lads. He'd been less than amused about George and Pauls sudden departure. Though John didn't seem all too bothered about it. In fact he was chuckling at the thought of it.

"Huh, I love our birds, don't you?" John had his cigarette tipped up towards the sky. Ringo was watching more of the smoke than keeping eye contact with John.

"Haven't even said that to George yet" Ringo scrapped his shoes against the street. John watched him curiously, eyes dragging over Ringo's slowed motions.

John pushed his sleeves up, the fabric giving him a few static shocks up his skin. The end of Ringo's burning cig only reminding John of the red flowing hair of Jane Asher. Except he wasn't allowing himself to be irritated about that though since he urged Paul to ask her to the movie. So he'd just smoke the minor jealously off.