the beatles smuts

lennison

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"I love you," John said to George.

John loved George (though the fact seemed obvious enough after John had admitted it).

"Do you really?" George had answered back coolly.

George didn't love John back (though John was never really sure; George was so difficult to read at times).

"Yes, I do. I would do anything for you."

"Is that so?"

George stood, crossed the room, sat down in the chair across from John. He looked at him long and hard. Then: "Anything?"

"Anything," John repeated, nodding.

"Strip."

John was surprised, which would be the proper reaction in that situation to anyone with half a brain. He stared back at George, trying to see if there was any sincerity in his words. However, George's eyes were blank, guarded, and the desperate desire to please George ate at John's heart.

So John pulled off his clothes and sat back down on the chair. George watched him for a moment before moving behind the older man. He grabbed John's discarded shirt and tied his hands behind his back. When he faced John again, the older Beatle saw something in the cold eyes.

There was something oddly evil and cruel, and he shivered.

"You love me, right, Johnny?" George asked sultrily, and John nodded. "You'd never hurt me, right, Johnny?" John nodded once more, his throat suddenly getting very tight. "Because you know how I can cry sometimes."

"I love you, Geo," John repeated, and George gave him a small smile. He leaned forward, his lips dancing before John's enticingly, and John tried to move to close the gap. However, the younger male pulled away before they came into contact. He took a step away from John and sat back down on his chair.

"John, what do you want?" George asked as he rose an eyebrow.

"I want you."

"Do you really? What about me do you want?"

"All of you."

"Do you want my lips?" George dragged his tongue across his full lower lip seductively, and John nodded, knowing his voice would crack if he tried to talk. "How about my chest?" He dragged a hand down his torso and swirled a finger around his navel. "My legs?" The younger man caressed his thighs, never taking his eyes off of John.

John felt his cock twitch, his lower half pounding as his erection grew. "Geo, fuck, please, I need you."

George gave him a sly smile and pressed a finger against the older man's lips. "Ah, ah. Not yet, John. Wouldn't you rather I get comfortable first?" He asked as he stood, his hands fingering the hem of his shirt. John nodded, his eyes wide and full of desire as he eyed George greedily.

Slowly, slowly, George pulled off his shirt. He let John's eyes run over his body as he dropped the shirt onto the hotel room floor. He fingered the button of his jeans as he bit his lower lip, looking up at the sitting male innocently. John's breath was coming out in ragged pants as George flicked open his jeans, his fingers brushing on his zipper before pulling it down. John watched in anticipation as George pulled off his pants.

George leaned forward, an all-knowing grin on his face. "Do you want to see it, John?" He didn't have to hear John's croaky answer before he slowly peeled off his underwear, his own cock fully aroused. "Like what you see?"

"Fuck yes," John breathed, and George dragged his fingernails down John's chest. The older man bit back a moan of mixed pain and pleasure.

"Tut, tut, Johnny. You shouldn't curse, not with such impressionable minds about," George chided. "Tell me what you want me to do."