Love isn't bad.

Chapter 9

After Paul and john had a wild little night in the bedroom, Paul started to lay down. So did john. Paul turned to John admiring his handsome features. "I love you." Paul loved saying those words to john. "I love you too." He smiled back at Paul. "Do you ever wanna-" Paul cut his own sentence off by getting frightened of his words that he anticipated to speak. "Yes?" "Do you umm. Ever wanna. Umm. Get married?" He stuttered as he continued to blush. "Awwwwwww! Of course I do. Nothing to be scared about. You should know I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Those words sunk into Paul. Paul admired the way those words made him feel. He actually felt like he was loved! Like he had a purpose of being on earth. John always made him happy. John could tell too. Paul reached over and took ahold of johns hand. "Thank you." "Ahh. Don't thank me, princess. Not when I'm head over heels in love with you. Now let's go to sleep. Ye look so tired that you couldn't hold your eyes open anymore." Paul did as told and started dozing off along with johns snoring.
~the next morning
Paul woke up to go fix breakfast for John. John woke up to the delicious smell of eggs and sausage. "Yummy." He woke up rubbing his stomach. He got up out of bed with just tight boxers which made his erection noticeable. He walked down the stairs quietly so he wouldn't startle Paul. He arrived into the kitchen to find a happy Paul. He noticed Paul singing like a housewife cleaning. Paul hit all of the right notes and sang beautifully. John could almost cry to Paul's voice and the way Paul looked when he was singing. John walked over to him and looked down at the eggs in the pan. "That looks very good, Paul." He looked over to Paul with a smile afterwards. Paul enjoyed johns company. "Well thank you, Mr. Lennon. I made it just for you." Paul picked the eggs up off the pan and sat it beside some sausage that sat on a pale white plate covered in flower designs. Paul then went to go pour some coffee in a cup and sat the plate and the cup on the table. Johns mind wondered off. Wait. John thought of something. How did his dad not notice him? Didn't his dad come home? "Umm. Princess." He interrupted Paul. "Yes my handsome man?" "How did you're dad not see me? What happened?" Paul starts to laugh. "Well. I would get up and go downstairs each time he needed me so he couldn't see you in me room. He never had to come up to the room." John squinted his eyes. "Ohh. I see. Good job Macca!" Paul giggled. John placed himself at the table in which he sat looking at the food placed in front of him. He loved Paul's cooking. Paul sat down in front of him. "So did you have a good sleep, love?" John just nodded with his mouth full. He just had noticed that Paul was wearing a pink women's apron. "Awww!" He bursted out randomly, not aware of Paul's curiousness. "What?" "Your apron. Aww. It's so cute. Especially on you." "Aww. You seem like you always know just what to say." Paul smiled. John signaled back a "yes." John didn't talk much caused by the food in his mouth. He looked up at Paul. "I love you, darling." He said after he swallowed. Paul looked at him with a smile that John had never really seen before from Paul. He just felt like it was something. Special. "I love you more!" Paul fought back with sassiness. "Oh. Only if I had a good working camera. I could get a good picture of this, love." He looked to Paul with a spark in his eyes. Paul just blushed. By the time this conversation was over, so was johns stomach. He got up and went into the bathroom and Paul followed. John turned around and smiled at Paul. "Whatcha doin?" Paul put his arms around his back. "I'm gonna take me shower." He laughed. "Can I be invited?" Paul giggled. Again! Like a little school girl. John hesitated. "Ummm yes." John and Paul got exposed and slipped into the shower. Paul gave John a kiss and John hugged Paul lightly. John gave Paul kisses down his chest to his tummy. Paul relaxed his musceles letting John just do whatever. "John. Oh." He felt so comfortable. John made him feel so safe. "I will always love you, Macca." Paul whispered an "I love you" back and continued relaxing. They both enjoyed their hot steamy shower and thought it would be time to get out of the shower now. Paul got out first, going into the bedroom. "Paul! You need to get dressed my love. Let me dress you. Now get your arse back in here or it'll be the color of a tomato!" Paul giggled and ran back into the bathroom. "No!" Paul tested john wanting it. "Now do I have to bend you over and fire your arse?" Paul laughed first and then gave John a nod. "Well, I see. Now you better do as told. You got that?" John started bending Paul over and spanking a little hard but Paul didn't care about how hard John had hit him. He actually enjoyed the pleasure. Knowing that John had control and he was under his control made Paul so happy. It's like he was under Johns spell, as he always got thought of it. John gave another hit and Paul let out a moan. "Ahh. Now always know that you need to do as told." Paul giggled and rose up letting John then dress up. He looked at John with a smile. "I love you, John." Paul gave him a kiss that John admired. "I love you too, macca."