Boys » Starrison

5

When they got to the hotel room, Paul was on the phone by the bed, almost in tears. Him and John had a couple one nighters, and somehow Jane and Cynthia found out. They were both just deprived on tour. Paul and Jane had been married for a while, but didn't tell anyone. Some people figured it out, but the majority of people didn't believe anything.

Had someone seen them touching each other at parties?

George and Ringo were the only others who actuay knrw about that, and they were busy enough trying to hide themselves. It must've been some random person or maybe one of the girls themselves. Jane was fine with it; she honestly understood where Paul was coming from with it. Cynthia on the other hand wanted a divorce, she couldn't stand for her husband to touch another man. She found John as disgusting after that. And John, of course blamed Paul for it. Both of them were just hoping that it wouldn't affect their careers. Paul tried to explain that it was both of their faults, it wasn't one sided. John wouldn't listen, he was so furious.

But Paul wasn't angry, he was just really depressed. He never had been so happy to be going home. He just wanted to hold Jane and tell her how much he loved her. He loved John just as much as Jane, the whole thing was devastating. George and Ringo stood just in the small door way, looking at their bandmate. They heard an 'I love you' and then the line went dead. Paul wiped his eyes and lit a cigarette. "Hello lads..."

"You okay Paul?" Ringo spoke up.

"We can talk about it later... You two have fun. I'm going for a walk."

"But it's late... You could get mugged."

"I don't care right now." Paul let out a sigh as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "I'll be back in an hour..." He looked at his watch and nodded. "Yeah, an hour." He started for the door, before Ringo stopped him again, looking weary.

"What about our buddy system? Where is John?"

Paul just sneered and rolled his pretty eyes. Then he left.

Ringo was standing by the door, and George had traveled into the hotel room before he came to the conclusion John was in the bathroom. He knocked on the door 3 times, softly. "You alright in there Johnny?"

"Just taking a long bath dearie... "

"How long are you gonna' be?" George smirked and winked at Ringo as he waited for John to respond.

"A while... I'm playing with torpedoes."

They could hear a laugh and then a big splash. George laughed and turned around, almost immediately pinning Ringo to the wall. Ringo gave into George's stare and relaxed as he felt his hands clutch his wrists and hold him there. The guitarist kissed his lips gently, but let them travel down his jaw and neck. Ringo let out a small breathy moan and tried to wiggle his hands free of George's grasp. George did let his hands go, and the drummer's hands ended up around his waist... And they eventually went to undoing the taller boy's zipper.

George ran his slender hands through Ringo's messy hair as he felt the boy pulling his pants off. George could've been compared to a bird because of how skinny he was, but he had strength hidden underneath...

Ringo laughed as he looked at George, who was standing there in his boxers, that were hidden by the trenchcoat that he for some reason still had on. He looked ridiculous. "That's a very sexy style you're pulling of Georgie!"

The skinny man just smirked and did a sassy little spin. Ringo was 300% done with him and suddenly pulled him by his collar, towards him. George whispered a hello and rested their foreheads together. They ended up tumbling back together on the squeaky hotel bed. Ringo pulled George's coat off his shoulders, along with his shirt. He admired his chest by trailing his fingers over it.

Soon enough, both of them were completely undressed, kissing each other passionately. They were out of breath even before they even got any real action.

Both of the boys' lips were slightly swollen from all the sucking they'd done in and on each others mouths. They both smiled though as the taller boy maneuvered himself more comfortably between Ringo's legs. He kisses down his neck, leaving small lovebites, making the drummer moan. He grinded slowly, dragging their ever so hard members together, making Ringo gasp and his fingers curled into the bed sheets.

"Enough teasing... George please.." He bit his lip as George took control of him. Ringo found it amazing thatl George was so skinny, but he was strong. "It's been so long.." Ringo whinned as he moved his hands to George's back and then up to his neck to pull him down into a kiss. It kickly turned into something more heated and hungry. The taller boy brought Ringo's legs up around his waist and he began rock against his ass.. Making the drummer buck upwards, and slightly push back against him.

Ringo was done with being teased, his big, thick, hard cock was almost throbbing, and he needed his lover. They hadn't gotten a chance to do this in so long. George smirked at seeing this and decided to move his hand down and run one of his fingers around the rim of his entrance.

Ringo whined. "George... Please.."

"Please what?" He asked as he kissed his neck and licked over the love bites, making Ringo almost growl.

"I want to feel you..."

"Like this?" George spoke lowly, pushing a finger into his lover.

Ringo gasped. "More.. Geo... F-fuck me.."

After a few minutes of George prepping Ringo and the lad begging to be fucked, George finally gave in and aligned himself with Ringo's hole. He used his own spit as lube and pressed sweet little kisses to his hips as he sat there, waiting for approval to go in.

Ringo gasped before letting out a shaky, breathless moan. George was pretty sure he could hear his lover chanting "do it" under his breath.

George slowly pushed into the other boy, who gasped in response. "F-fuck." Ringo cursed. George was extremely big compared to his fingers, and Ringo felt himself stretching almost painfully. He had always enjoyed some slight pain during sex, however, so this only aroused him more.

The more submissive of the two adjusted quickly, and was soon begging for George to move. "P-please. More George." He moaned quietly.

George thrusted slowly and deeply at first, but picked up speed quickly. Ringo was so hot and tight, George was only surprised he hadn't cum the moment he entered him. He was overjoyed at the feeling of his lovers tightness engulfing his member.

Ringo arched his back, being the bottom he was. "A-always filling me so good Georgie."

George rolled his eyes at the nickname but was too turned on to bother correcting him. Not when he had none other than Ringo Starr writhing on the sheets beneath him. Soon enough, George had managed to find Ringo's bundle of nerves that makes every queer bloke weak in the knees.

"Oh g-god." The drummer moaned. "You feel so good inside me..."

The guitarist pounded into his lover relentlessly as a mixture of sweat and precum glistened on their skin. All you could hear in that room was their moans and panting.

"I-I'm so close." Ringo warned.

"Me too love." George grunted, still thrusting fast.

Moments later, both men were cumming everywhere. George stroked his lover till they both came down from their high, and then he licked it away from his hand and Ringo's stomach. That made Ringo shudder.

George pulled out of Ringo, who whimpered as he was still catching his breath after an explosive orgasm. The drummer laughed breathlessly and draped his arms around his boyfriend. "I love you George." He said.

"I love you more." The skinnier man replied.

"That's impossible, Georgie."