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George pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting him and Ringo. His heart sped up as he realized they had gotten caught. He was breathing heavy anyways from kissing Ringo, so it was barely noticeable that he was so panicked. His eyes met Paul's and he couldn't tell if his fellow bandmate was shocked, disgusted, or excited. He could never really tell with him. Ringo was almost cowering, his face red with embarrassment. He wiped his mouth and his behind George to cover himself. George still had his shorts on, but Ringo was exposed in every way. He cursed under his breath at George under his breath. Only George could hear him because they were that close and he was so quiet.

George didn't pay any attention to him as he was having a stare off with Paul, who was just standing with his mouth slightly open. George finally decided to speak up,"shut your mouth, the flies will start nesting."

"Oh my heavens!" Paul gasped, his eyes still fixed on his bandmate.

"You like the view?" George teased as he tried to make light of the situation.

"You two?" Paul asked. "Since when? What!?" His questions came out as more like insults. "I can't believe this!"

"D-don't tell anyone, please Paul. If you're my friend, please don't ruin my life. It would ruin the bad too... Don't be selfish." Ringo was almost begging him, getting scared because he realized Paul was probably disgusted.

"I have to tell John! I cant wait to hear what e' says!" Paul chuckled.

George thought it sounded almost evil and he sucked in a breath. "Please don't, Paul. What can we do so you don't tell?"

"John owes me 20 pounds!" Paul snickered. "You do too now."

"Fair enough, but Why John?" Ringo asked timiddly.

"Because we made a bet that you two were a thing." He couldn't stop laughing, but then ended up raking his comb through his hair again.

Ringo stood up straighter, and he wrapped his arms around George's bare stomach. He let out a loud, angry huff. "I was scared, I thought you were gonna tell the world and ruin our lives."

"Oh please... I have no room to talk." He spat out before realizing what he said. "Anyways, gotta go rescuse John before he eats too many cupcakes... Have fun." He raised his eyebrows at them and winked.

"You go have fun with John too." George winked back.

Paul nodded, "well do." He didn't even process that he had exposed himself.

"But- aye, don't rush. None of your five bar gate jumps and over, sort of stuff." George smiled and then chuckled.

Paul looked back at him confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know, I just thought it sounded distinguished-like."

"Well okay, don't be too late." Paul rolled his eyes and pranced away like the diva he was.

George turned to face Ringo and looked down at him. "I'm sorry... Tell ya' what though... I'll make the lads leave us alone so we can sneak around and go sight seeing like normal blokes. We'd probably have to get disguises though... But you could try our your new camera. How bout' it?" He smiled.

All Ringo could think was how sexy of a vampire George could be. But then he got caught in his thoughts. "George... Are you a vampire?"

"No, love..." He chuckled. "But is that a yes or no for tomorrow?"

"Oh it's a yes!" Ringo said after a bit.

"Splendid." George smiled and kissed him again. He rubbed the smaller boy's hips, wanting to finish what they started earlier. Ringo wasn't in the mood although and just pulled away from him.

"I don't want to do this at the moment George.." Ringo mumbled and looked up at him with his baby blue eyes.

"That's okay darling." He put his hands on Ringo's cheeks and just admired his face.

"I just wanna go and read a book... Without Paul's grandfather nagging on me. I won't be just lagging about. But now I'm embarrassed."

"Should've made sure I locked the door.." George chuckled. "I'll shower, and I'll be back to take you to the hotel in a few. And then since the guys know, I'm just gonna cuddle you to death. You can read or do whatever. I just wanna be near you."

"Yes sir." Ringo pressed a gentle kiss to George's lips and got dressed. The taller boy went to the shower, a bit disappointed that he didn't get to pleasure his love. Though that didn't make him love Ringo any less..

Ringo read as he waited, still being embarrassed. He couldn't believe that happened. He loved George, but he didn't want to take risk anymore. Paul and John were John and Paul... That didn't matter... But the risk of everyone else. He was too shy. Timid. Scared. He started thinking maybe he could just find a girl and make it look like he was with her... But he also didn't want to upset George.

He loved that lad so much, but it really wasn't worth destroying his career over, at least that's what he thought. Golly he had a stupid brain sometimes.

He threw his book down as he thought about what happened before they left for America. He found it quite hilarious that George put up with him being so pessimistic. How could that boy love him so much when he wouldn't ever let him do anything... How was that possible when all he ever said was no and avoided taking risks?

"Richard Starkey? Would you run away with me? To a place where just us two lads could be an item in peace? I'm not sure where that is located yet, but we can find it as we go." George mumbled, his voice barely audible over the noise of other people yelling. They were at this random party that John led them to. There were so many people, that the two lovers weren't even noticed. George was close to ringo, but the drummer didn't hear him. He wasn't listening. He was adoring him, but was too scared of so many people and them... He was scared of the world.

George started speaking louder this time. "Ringo.." he sighed softly. "I know you just don't want to be frowned upon or get into trouble. I put the offer out there so you won't get hurt. So we won't get hurt."

"You're being very, camp ya' know..." Ringo huffed as he saw people looking. A slower song came on and they were really close to each other. He was afraid that would raise suspicion and so he backed away.

As he thought about that incident he got angry and ended up storming into the showers. He almost ripped his wrinkled clothes off and found the only stall that was running water. He opened it, making the pale, skinny, guitarist jump. But he just pushed him against the stall and kissed his shoulder from behind, his hands rubbing over his bare bottom, making him moan quietly. He grinded his crotch against that place, making him gasp...

"What's gotten into you?" George mumbled lowly.

"I love you, ya know...?"