High on you

Nowhere Man

The fabric of Pauls pants warmed against the car hood, parked directly under the sun, as he dangled his legs over the side. John stood between his legs, forearm leaning heavily on Pauls thigh as his eyes cradled downwards to watch the end of his cigarette flare up in orange behind the clotted black ash. One of their more initiative positions to be close while allowing John to smoke and not have Paul choking on the smoke. Paul observed quietly how the cig induced more heat for John, small beads of a sweat dripped behind his ears to the slope of his neck. He remembered the way John had  popped his collar and slouched in his seat in class, smudging whatever condensation had been there from his morning smoke. Paul popped Johns collar for him with his scrunched nose. "Smoke bothering ya, Paul?" John asked at the action.

"Not much, no." Paul shook his head and took his hands away, stretching his arms behind him, palms resting on the hood. John put his cigarette out anyway but didn't say anything, he'd been eerily quiet since yesterday when he'd claimed that nothing was wrong. Paul of course did not believe him but wasn't going to be obvious about dragging it out of him.

John couldn't seem to shake off the new revelation in his Brian Epstein problem and it made him paranoid that Paul would pull it out of him and be disgusted at him for his past sexual escapade. He tried to put his mind somewhere else as George rushed over to the side of the car and reached inside to get his left behind bag and made the move to leave. "No ride today George?"

"No, I've got something to do." He rushed out and tried to leave again but this time Paul stopped him.

"George, do you know what's bothering John?" He asked in a rather immature way of finding out the issue. John rolled his eyes.

"I said nothing was wrong Paul."

"John, we can't go on with you keeping things from me. How do you expect us to have a future together if you're hiding stuff from me?" Paul said, half teasingly and narrowed his eyes and George gritted his teeth as they went on bickering and dragging him into it,keeping him from leaving.

"God, Paul what does it matter that he may or may not be keeping something from you? You're probably not gonna have to deal with it in the future anyway." George finally interrupted. Paul tilted his head to the side.

"How do ya figure?"

"Well you guys are so young, chances are you won't even end up together." George spat in his haste and took their silence as his cue to leave and finally find where Ringo was having lunch and see if he needed any support. As George walked off, Paul rolled his lips together and leaned back into his previous position. John slunk back against Pauls thighs and went silent again. Until he turned his body to face Paul from his spot between his legs.

"He may be right, y'know. I mean we are young and-"

"Oh that's reassuring, John. You don't think we're going anywhere?" Paul narrowed his eyes and watched John scramble to explain himself.

"I just mean that we shouldn't sweat the small stuff and make it into bigger issues then they need to be." John nervously explained, not wanting to come off as disregarding ever having a future with Paul. At the same time hoping that this would convince Paul to not ride his arse about him 'hiding something from him' so he wouldn't spill about Brian. "We don't need to worry about our future right now."

Paul pursed his lips. "So you do think we have a future together?"

John inwardly huffed, uncomfortable about talking about this. He shrugged "the point is that I don't know, Paul. And I want what we have now to be good and not just making something out of nothing, I'm fine." John put his hands on Pauls thighs and looked him in the eyes.