Boys » Starrison

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"I love you too Mr.Starkey."

They didn't do anything in that shower except wash each other and exchange kisses, praising each other.

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That night was long and cold. Despite John and Paul knowing and their own relationship, everyone was distant from each other. John and Paul slept in the same bed, but faced away from each other. George and Ringo didn't even do that. Ringo got up to sleep on the couch. George didn't understand... He knew it must be overwhelming for his lover... But he also thought he was being fake.

George told himself that if he loved someone, he'd fight for them. That's what he was doing. Ringo was doing the opposite. He'd say 'I love you' but didn't do many actions to prove it. George wanted to talk to him about it to see what was the matter, but whenever he brought it up they'd get frustrated.

They dressed in their normal outfits for a free day on the town. The other two Beatles decided they were going to be working on a new album that they had been putting ideas out for. They'd been so busy, trying to release at least 2 albums a year. It was a surprisingly cool January of 1965 that they were in that hotel, working on the album they decided to call 'Help.'

Ringo was amazed. It was 4 albums ago that he wrote the song 'Boys' for George.. 3 since 'I wanna be your man.' 2 since George wrote 'I'm happy just to dance with you.' And it wasn't too long since they wrote 'Honey Don't.' Which that song was just another landmark of one of their first fights that they had gotten over. Surprisingly, George started that fight when a fan kissed his cheek. It was all a big wbooblah and a misunderstanding.

Ringo and George usually played marbles or wrote their own while the other two worked on songs, but instead they found themselves walking the streets of D.C. Ringo was showing off his brilliant cheeky little smile. He was wearing a hat and trenchcoat. He was almost unnoticeable. George the same. Except his coat was black. They were honestly happy, feeling the cool wind as they walked around, looking at the frosty trees and other landmarks. The wind wasn't that strong, but Ringo's hat blew off when they started running. George caught it, but he was laughing.

When they saw the Washington Monument, Ringo took a few pictures. Not just of that, but the sky as well. And George. His beautiful love. George was walking slightly ahead of him and he turned around, he had a big grin on his face. Ringo put his camera down and nudged his arm. "I bet I can beat you there!" He almost let a giggle escape his lips and started running ad fast as his little legs could very him. George caught up after a little bit, easily. His legs were so much longer. In order to win the race, he had to run as fast as he could. It was unfair! Ringo had a headstart. But he wasn't mad, it was really funny watching him run slightly ahead of him, but grabbing his hat so it wouldn't blow off again.

George caught up right before Ringo got there and he grabbed him from behind and picked him up by his waist. Ringo squealed and squirmed to get out of his grasp. "Nooo YOU CHEAT!!" Ringo whinned and gently slapped at the guitarist's arms to try to get down. He was at least a foot off the ground.

"We tied!" George smiled. He didn't put him down though. He just shifted him so Ringo was thrown over one of his shoulders. The poor drummer couldn't help himself as he looked at where George's bottom would've been. That coat and those pants under it made him look flat. Regular jeans did the same. But when exposed, he had a cute little bubble butt.

"I won fare and square!" Ringo kept whinning and just took his hat off as his upper body dangled from George's shoulder.

"Nope we tied buddy."

"You captured me!"

George finally put him down, after he walked to the back of the monument. It was directly his by the sun right there, and no one else was there. Everyone else was in line to go in. George put him down, and Ringo straightened out his coat and then fixed George's, and held onto the coat collar, looking up at him with a smile.

The sun reflected his beautiful eyes, and George couldn't help himself as he smiled and leaned down to gently kiss his boy. Ringo kissed back for a brief moment, but then they pulled away after only a few seconds. Even George knew how risky that was in public, but he thought it was worth it.

They ended up going into the monument, it was a bit dark, so they held hands. They saw people flying ballons from the entrance. Ringo was still surprised that it was a bit warm and it was January! He was content in their surroundings. He was probably only so stressed because he hasn't gotten out, but this made everything different.

They visited a few more places, and ended up going to a little restaurant called the old ebbit grill. George was still struggling with what happened the night before, he didn't want to ruin their date, but he did bring it up.

"Ringo? Is anything bothering you?"

"George, honey, I'm fine. I'm sorry I've been uptight about the situation. I know you're talking about yesterday. And how I've been distant... But I've just been stressed with everything. I'm so thankful that you put up with me. I don't know what I'd do without you." He nudged his foot under the table. He took the napkin from across the table and a pen that was in his pocket and scribbled out an 'I love you' on it before passing it back.

George smiled at it and turned it over to write an 'I love you more.' He watches Ringo read it and then he spoke up again. "You know it's true." He smirked. "And you know one thing is true, I like you too much to give up like some people do."

"That's true." He smiled back at him and looked deeply into his brown eyes. But his concentration was broken when George winked. His whole face turned bright red. He grabbed the napkin again to write something else down. 'Later, do you want to finish what we started yesterday?'

George nodded when he got it. "Sounds good, baby." He didn't have to work about talking since it was loud in there and everyone else was focused on their own things. No nosy stuck up brats. Or waiters. Those drags were just sluts trying to get with them. George was done with the waitresses. He wanted to tell them to stop flirting because he was clearly happy with his own date, but that'd make things worse. He ordered them milkshakes to go.

He hadnt realized they had spent so much time out. It was almost 8 by the time they left to go walk back to the hotel. They walked that 30 minutes in almost silence, holding hands that were covered by the long coat sleeves and sipping their milkshakes.