Boys » Starrison

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The concert finally ended that night. All 4 of them were a sweaty mess, mostly Ringo though; because drumming used a lot of energy. Thank goodness for him and John's power breakfast! He loved that when he came back, George couldn't even look at him without blushing. Paul kept yelling something about virgin George and confused him. But once George explained, he just laughed. It was honestly funny that they all believed the lie. John too. Only because he was curious and asked.

The last song they played was Boys and he had sung it. The best part was always George's guitar solo. Ringo often got distracted when he watched his man play, so he messed up a few times. They had 3 more days in D.C. after this show before they went back to London. It gave them a few days to explore before they had to go.

Ringo was cooling backstage, waiting for John and Paul to leave and walk back to the hotel. It was only across the street, and it was late. Shouldn't be too hard to sneak across. George was in the shower though, and he was anxiously waiting for him before he left. They decided to go in pairs to watch out for each other. He took another drag of his cigarette before he stubbed it out with a sigh. He bid a farewell with McCartney and Lennon; then went back to waiting. He was lonely sitting by himself, so he started singing.

"Well I talk about boys now... Yeah boys... What a bottle of joy... Alright George..."

Paul knew something was up with the other two Beatles, he couldn't really piece it together. He didn't really care either. Him and John just safely went back to the hotel. The thought was still in the back of his head, but he didn't speak of it. Him and John shared silence for an hour or so before they both got drunk and started writing. Paul was an amazing writer even when drunk; John too.

George was in the shower room, 10 minutes had passed, but George was just lollygagging. He hasn't gotten cleaned up yet. He was just standing there in the hidden corner, letting the vent send chills down his skinny arms and legs. In the room there were 5 small showerstalls in there. He had a devious and scandalous plan knowing how impatient his lover was. So he kept procrastinating.

Ringo gave up waiting and ended up storming in there huffing and complaining. "George? You almost done?" He couldn't hear any water running; and that could be good or bad for the bloke. He saw George was nowhere in sight. The taller boy was hiding and eating for Ringo, and when he crossed into George's line of sight, he almost screamed. George jumped out of the corner and hugged Ringo from behind. His hands wrapped around the boy's stomach and his long slender fingers slipped under the bottom of his shirt. His cold fingers pressing against his skin and making him shiver. His full lips ended up on the back of the shorter boy's neck, making him gasp.

"I thought you'd never come in," George whispered against the shorter boy's skin. "I've been waiting." He kept praising him with innocent kisses on his neck and behind his ears. He started moving his hands down Ringo's stomach, trying to sneak his fingers into his trousers.

"G-george.. We're- we're in public..." Ringo gasped, but didn't stop him. There was something about the skinny lad's intense stare and cute accent that drove Ringo crazy. "We could get into a load of trouble... Ya know? And you're not even damp. You didn't even shower..." He wiggled out of his grasp and turned to look at his lover. His skin was pale, his shirt and everything except for his underwear were gone. It showed off his skinny torso. He looked cold. He rubbed over his chest, feeling his soft skin under his usually powerful hands. When he played, his hands and voice were strong and mighty hut when it came to his lover, George Harrison, everything was gentle.

"No, haven't even touched a shower stall. I've been waiting for you. Would you care to join me?"

"But- we can back at the hotel."

"John and Paul left. If I lock the door, we will be fine."

"It would look suspicious. It's risky George.."

"What's the point of life without taking risks, darling?" He gently cupped his face and looked down at him.

Ringo sighed. He couldn't stand how madly in love with him he had been for longer than he remembered. He hated the way George's voice and accent was so different from everyone else's and that made he special. He hated how cute he was, and how he kissed him and always told him how he loved him. He hated they couldn't touch in public and had to wait for long nights to express himself. He hated that they were both famous boys who wouldn't be left alone. But what he hated the most was the way he'd always give in and the fact that him, Richard Starkey, could never stop loving George.

"C'mon Richard..." He smirked and started pulling at his shirt. "Just join me in the shower. I have no intentions of something foul. I just want to be near you."

Ringo was reluctant, but let George pull his shirt off. He pulled him closer, making their bare chests touch. He sucked in a breath and charished the simple touch. With his beautiful blue eyes, he looked up into George's and slowly closed the gap between them. As their lips collided he let all of his worries drift away. George wrapped his arms around his back and held him there. After a while of the simple kiss, he depended it some. He licked over Ringo's lip, and sure enough the other boy let him in. They shared a gentle makeout as George slowly managed to get Ringo undressed.

Meanwhile, Paul was halfway back to the hotel when he realized he left his precious comb in the showers... He races back to get it. It would be the end of the world if he lost his comb! Since they were working using the buddy system, John had to go with him.

"Its just a stupid comb. I wanna go take a nap." John kept complaining.

"Hurry! You think my hair gets this perfect on its own?"

"You're a swine." John snickered.

Paul chuckled and kept running back to the venue. He cut quickly throug the halls. He finally came to the shower room door. Ringo wasn't sitting outside and he didn't hear any water running. Figuring the other two Beatles were gone, he opened the door, leaving John outside. Lennon was looking at cupcakes because he didn't care about Paul's hair like Paul did.

Stupid George forgot to lock the door. Paul frantically looked for his comb by the sink, and when he found it he cheered. "Aha!" He turned around, and his mouth hung agape at what he saw. George and Ringo... The two were too engulfed in each other to notice Paul... But Paul didn't know what to do.

He watched for a second, staring in disbelief before speaking up.

"What the hell!?"