Be Happy, Baby [Slash]

Be Happy, Baby [slash] Chapter 13

Oi, oi! Here's another chapter :) Boy, that last one was a duzy, wasn't it? 

But hey, thanks for the 2,000 reads everybody! It really warms my heart that my story is actually being read, sniffle.

Well, I hope you enjoy this one! 

Disclaimer! I own no Beatles, this is merely fiction written by a fan.

CHAPITRE TREIZE

Morning after Fiore’s

John glared across the table at George who was chattering on about something or another, completely oblivious. It was still pretty early, but they were all awake and eating breakfast. John was awake for a completely different reason than the rest of them though, having not been to sleep at all the night before thanks to two certain Beatles.

“So it turns out they replaced its legs with a pair a wheels! That’s mad, isn’t it?” George was saying animatedly.

Ringo laughed and nodded, also oblivious to John’s glares as he practically devoured George with his eyes. John wouldn’t be even blink if the drummer spontaneously ripped off the tablecloth and the two started going at it like animals right here in the middle of the buffet. At this rate it seemed highly possible. John was merely waiting for the sexy music to come on and set them off.

Looks like John’s little push had worked out well for those two.

Paul tried to throw in a laugh but ended up coughing awkwardly as he too noticed how the drummer was looking at George. So it wasn’t just

John who’d been up last night listening to that late night peep show, eh? He’d been stunned into silence and was too shocked at the time to look and see if the bassist had been awake.

Ringo took his eyes off of the young guitarist for possibly the first time all morning and turned to the bassist. “You alright?” He asked, tilting his head in concern.

Paul quickly looked away and nodded before picking up his plate. “Just still tired… I’m just gonna go back to bed.” He muttered before turning and leaving.

Ringo furrowed his brows and looked at John. “What’s wrong with Paul, eh? Did somethin’ happen?” He asked quietly.

Oh yeh something happened alright, at least for you two. John though bitterly. Sure, he could mock them for being so loud last night - well,ridiculously loud – when they were banging their brains out and screaming and cracking their headboard against the wall right behind

John’s head as he tried to sleep, but John was in too foul of a mood for that. “Nah, he’s fine.” He mumbled instead, turning his attention back to his plate.

“Oh, okay.” Ringo replied, easily accepting John’s answer before going back to eye-fucking George. The two continued to chatter and giggle intimately, leaving John feeling left out and alone.

John stabbed his sausage with his fork and brought it up to his mouth, chewing angrily.

Why couldn’t he and Paul be like that? So incredibly passionate during sex and so easygoing afterwards. But of course, John and Paul hadn’t even done anything yet, save for that little fiasco in the trailer and a few kisses. It didn’t even seem like Paul wanted to do anything either, acting aloof and hard to get as soon as the effects of the marijuana had worn off. It was really starting to piss John off having that bastard be such a bloody cocktease.

John set his fork down. “George, can I talk to ya?” He asked quietly.

George looked up from the pancake he was pushing around his plate. “Yeh?”