Be Happy, Baby [Slash]

Be Happy, Baby [slash] [boyxboy] Chapter 14

This chapter is setting up the next one for restricted haha. so forgive the end and its steamy material... I just didn't think it was bad enough to classify in the restricted area. The next part will definitely be though, lol.

 Also, sorrym the spacing is a little weird for this part. I dunno what happened!

Disclaimer! I own no Beatles or their songs. This is merely fiction written by a fan.

CHAPITRE QUATORZE

Still the morning after Fiore’s…

John hadn’t noticed how ugly the wallpaper in this hotel was until now. They’d only been here for a few days, sure, but he was usually pretty observant so he was surprised he was just now aware of it. He watched the gaudy, overly-colorful stuff go by as he walked down the hallway from the lift, shaking his head in disgust. Even the bloody color scheme was all off. There were violet and orange flowers and leaves with a red backdrop. And not to mention the carpeting was a dark hue of purple no where even close to violet. Now who ever thought that this was even the least bit appealing to the eye? John probably could have designed much better wallpaper with his his cock and a paintbrush.

John stopped halfway down the hallway and turned to face the wall near his door. He told himself he just wanted to get a closer look at that god awful wallpaper, but there was no denying the fact that he was just delaying the inevitable. He shouldn’t be nervous about spending the whole day alone with Paul, a few months ago before he came to terms with his feelings he wouldn’t have even noticed if the two were together from noon to midnight, but lately time with Paul seemed to move in slow motion. John knew he was just psyching himself out, he was pretty sure nothing of importance was going to happen today just because he wanted it to, but that didn’t stop him from going through all of the ‘what-ifs’

So John stared at the wall just a few inches from the door he was meant to open and tried to push the thoughts away.

Once he’d gathered his testicles into a vicious chokehold and scared some manhood into them, he dug around in his pocket for his key. When he’d finally found it and was ready to pull it out, he heard screaming. Not just the raised voiced kind, but full-on ear-blasting screaming.

Who was being that loud at 8:30 in the morning… besides The Beatles?

John knew almost right away that the ruckus was coming from the door next to his which was inhabited by two of the foursome. He took a step to his left and stood in front of the door, realizing that the unattractive noise was coming from one skinny guitarist.

Good Lord, were they going at it again? Shit, John only wished he had that kind of stamina for their mini-marathon fuckfest. They were going to keel over and die from the amount of energy it sounded like they were using up.

The inner pervert in John forced him to take a step closer and cup an ear to the crack of the door. It’s not like he was hearing anything new, he heard plenty of George’s hollering last night. Besides, if they were going to put it out on display and sell it, John was going to find a way to take it for free. It would be quite an entertaining discussion to have with George later on.

John couldn’t make out any of their sex talk, but Jesus, why was George being so damn loud? That had to extremely annoying for Ringo who was actually in the room with him, right in the vicinity of the deafening noise. Now let’s face it; Ringo couldn’t be that good to have him screaming bloody murder, he was being even more obnoxious than last night.

The drummer was pretty small in general, so John would imagine that the same goes for his personal-pocket-pickle. Not that he’d ever made it a priority to check out Ringo’s size or anything. But hey, when you’ve never had the best, the worst can seem like the best he supposed.