Cruel World

Chapter 2

John sat nervously, waiting around all dressed up and smelling nice. Paul reassured him many times that night that he'd be fine, but John just couldn't help it. He really wanted to know who this stranger was.

An hour passed and Paul's house was filled with friends and strangers jus' havin' a good time. John got up from his spot on the counter and made his way over to the door where he bumped into a sober stranger.

"Watch it! Will Ye!" John sourly said, out of habit.

"... hah, sorry." John softened his expression. Is this the guy... it has to be- cause he's pretty damn cute...

"Oh it's fine, my bad... uh... I'm uh John." He smiled.

"Oh nice to meet you John... I'm Rich er... uh Ringo." Ringo said.

Not George...? John frowned.

"Not a George then, aye." He said carefully. But hey maybe if this George guy doesn't work out Ringo can be a backup.

Ringo laughed and confirmed. "Not George."

"Right." John said a bit disappointed.

"But I came here with a George."

John's face brightened. "Really? Well where can I find this George? My friend said he was a hot piece of-"

"My, ehem, boyfriend is with Paul at the moment."

John suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. Fucking hell. No George and no backup. Can't even have a threesome, this guy seems to have a stick up his-

"I, uh, thought he was-"

"Not anymore." Ringo definitely didn't like this lad anymore.

"How do ye know about 'im?" Ringo nonchalantly asked, not being very nonchalant about it.

"Paul."

"I see."

They stood there in awkward, tense silence and John praised the Lord when Paul came up to them bringing a giddy George with him.

"Holy shit. You guys won't believe what just happened!" Paul said very excitedly.

"Hey Ringsy!" George giggled and put his arms around a Ringos neck.

" Hey Geo..." Ringo put his hands on his waist and gently kissed his cheek, whilst glaring at John.

Then Johns hands turned into fists as he saw them kiss. Jealous, envy, a bit of sexual frustration turned to anger.

George was supposed to fuck John tonight. And he was way better looking than Ringo. Fuck this.

Paul just kept blabbering on and on about this and that. He was definitely very high and drunk.

George turned his head and saw a stranger. "Who's that?" George asked like a shy little kid with his parents.

"That's... John." Ringo said a bit disgusted.

John scowled at him, then turned to George, politely smiled and charmingly said, "John Lennon. Nice to meet you, George."

"I like him." He said to Ringo, seemingly impressed with the manners.

John smirked at that.

"Wait how do you know my-" George started again.

"I've told him all about you." Ringo cut him and John off.

John frowned, hmph, jealous type ain't he.

"Hey Geo let's go talk to Peter aye?" Ringo said quickly.

"Oh sure, Rich. Nice meeting you, uh John." George said content, and they walked away.

John distracted by George's body, frowned like a little brat cause he couldn't get what he wanted. He glanced up and saw Ringo glaring at him form a distance and glared back.

With time Lennon, with time.