Starrison One Shots

Guitar Lessons

Ringo sighed as George played. George was so gifted when it came to guitar.

And his superhuman metabolism.

Ringo got off of the leather armchair he was sitting on.

"George, could you teach me how to play?"

George stopped playing and smiled at him.

"Sure, Ringo. Cm'ere."

George took the guitar off of his lap and substituted it with Ringo. He gave out a little squeak as he was hefted into George's lap. George put his arms past Ringo's waist so he could grab his guitar. George took Ringo's hands and positioned them so they were holding a chord.

"Okay. Now gently stroke down only once."

This went on for half an hour. George positioning Ringo's hands and strumming when George told him to.

Ringo felt George nuzzle his neck with his nose and Ringo stopped strumming. George kissed Ringo on the cheek and got up.

"Good practice. You're a quick learner. G'night, Richie."

George went to his bedroom, leaving Ringo alone with his thoughts.

"George?"

George came out again.

"What?"

Ringo bit his lip. Now or never.

"I love you, Georgie."

George smiled warmly and kissed Ringo's nose lovingly.

"I love you, too, Richie. G'night."

Ringo smiled.

"Can I join you?"

George raised an eyebrow before smiling.

"Sure. C'mon."

John and Paul came home to find Ringo and George cuddling in George's bed. Paul gasped in awe, while John smiled tiredly.

John always thought they were cute together.