High on you

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John took the steps up to Pauls home with nervous sweat dripping down his temple. Contrary to the past few days, today was bearing down with heat. And the lovely lad was expecting him prompt and early so he had done his best to get there on time. This time, he couldn't cower and wait in his car like on the mornings he picked Paul up for school. He'd hoped that he'd get lucky and Jim wouldn't answer the door. He knocked hard on the door and bounced from heel to toe. When the door flung open, his luck was shot. Jim stood stern over him with his arms crossed. "I'm here to see Paul." John chewed heavily on his lip.

"Taking him out?"

"Uh no, we were just gonna hang out here." John gave him a friendly grin and Jim nodded and let John wander inside and just when he gripped the railing and started climbing the steps, Jim's voice rang clear and loud.

"Door open, please."

Johns face flushed with embarrassment and continued up the steps with more speed than he'd had before. He knocked softly on Pauls door and the door flew open, appearing the much more heavenly McCartney. Paul smiled happily and leaned forward to give him a greeting kiss that John had come to know as just one of those things that Paul did. Eagerly, Paul pulled him inside and went to shut the door but John stopped him with slight amusement. "Aye, yer old man wants the door open. Can't be left alone, huh?" He chuckled. Paul rolled his eyes and left the door ajar as they walked over and sat down.

"He's been paranoid since the dinner." Paul shrugged. "Doesn't like me dating such a..." Paul trailed his teasing off in search of a good word.

"Burnout, waste of space type?" John finished for him, knowing full well that saying that would only serve to piss Paul off and he wasn't quite sure why he'd said it. The smile was immediately wiped from Pauls face and he scooted away from John.

"Way to ruin the joke John. You know I don't see you like that." He scowled. John sighed at himself for once again ruining things. He scooted closer to Paul and took his hand.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I know that. I'm being a daft sod." John offered him a sweet smile. Paul returned the smile and allowed himself to scoot closer again. He put his leg over and between Johns legs. John walked his fingers from Pauls hand, up his arm and took advantage of their close position and kissed him softly.

"Speaking of this, I have something I want to get off my chest." Paul pulled back and got up from his bed, leaving John alone.

John watched Paul stand nervously and gave him a little smirk as he crossed his fingers, closing his eyes and teasingly whispered "is it yer shirt? I hope it's yer shirt, please-"

Paul smacked him kindly on the back of his head. And John licked his lips. "Alright, what is it?" John took Pauls hand again and tossed it around in his own. Paul wiggled his fingers a bit and seemed reluctant to speak. "C'mon don't leave me hanging." He swung their hands about and Paul finally spoke up.

"Do I embarrass you?" Paul asked and then decided to rephrase it. "I mean, you're so paranoid that everyone stares at us and thinks yer soft." Paul pulled his hand from Johns grip. John cringed and Pauls brash tone.

"You don't embarrass me, Paul. It's just that I have a reputation and...." He gestured and trailed off when Paul gave him a death glare.

"I'm sorry that I ruin yer reputation." He spat. And John huffed.

"Don't tell me that yer not a little embarrassed that yer dating a scruffy burnout." John narrowed his eyes. Paul's glare sharpened.

"Im not embarrassed of you. And it makes me feel real shitty that you are of me." Paul swallowed.