dancing in the street.

four ➶ the dark blue jeans {smut}

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summary: John can't stop himself. George just looks too good in those stupid jeans.

credit to imaginebeatles

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John looked at the guitarist from across the room. He looked so damn good in those tight, dark blue jeans. It showed of his slim hips and legs. Above it he wore a blue and white stripped t-shirt. John could already see him running his hand over the material before slowly sliding one hand underneath it, taking it off to expose that lovely skinny chest. John could nearly feel the skin against his hands as he imagined the scene in his head. George didn't even see that John was practically undressing him with his eyes. So naïve, John thought. George smiled at him and John smiled back, giving him a little wink. George blushed a little and turned back around to Ringo. Right at that moment Ringo dropped one of his drumsticks which landed by George's feet. John's eyes nearly caressed George's ass as he bent over to get it for his friend. John licked his lips and continued to watch him with hungry eyes.

George walked around in the Abbey Road studios, humming a song as his cigarette hand from his mouth, hands in his pockets. He was glad they had gotten a break. He had really needed a cigarette and he couldn't sing with a ciggy between his lips. He closed his eyes, removed his cigarette with his right hand and let the smoke run from his lips slowly. God, he had needed that.

George was suddenly pulled away from his moment of zen. Literally pulled away. He was, with a forceful yank on his arm, pulled into one of the small storage rooms. He accidentally dropped his cigarette from the surprise. With his eyes still closed he was pushed roughly against the wall and was held by his shoulders. He groaned as his back hit the wall. He could hear someone chuckle. The pressure on his shoulder faded away and he opened his eyes as he heard the door lock.

John was leaning against the door, holding a key in his hand, grin on his face. George raised an eyebrow. John let his hand run through his hair as he threw the key somewhere randomly in the room, obviously not wanting George to leave. George swallowed thickly as he saw the dirty look on John's gorgeous face. George moved slowly away from the door. John noticed and walked closer to him, letting their eyes lock. George couldn't look away from those smiling eyes behind those sexy, thick framed glasses.

'John, I... I don't think...' George tried to speak, but John caught him off by quickly stepping closer and pushing him back against the wall with a thud as he silenced him by placing a finger on George's lips. He let his eyes run over George's face and neck, his hand slowly moving against George's shoulder, forcing him against the wall.

'Good. I think it's best if you don't think right now.' John said in a low, sexy, seducing voice. He moved closer and pressed his knee between George's sexy, thin legs. George's breath stocked at the feeling of John's thigh against his crotch, since he was shorter than John. If only a little. John grinned at George's reaction. George was still so innocent, sweet, naïve. It was adorable. They had done this so many times. John applied more pressure on his legs that held George against the wall so he could tangle his fingers into George's lovely brown hair. He moved his hands through them, moving the hairs to the back just to see them moved back again in their natural position. John slowly let his finger slip from George's lips, pulling at the lower lip a little in the process. He caressed George's face and then moved to his neck. He put his fingers just right to feel George's heartbeat. It was a little faster than normally. John moved his hand even lower and caressed George's shoulder.

George's eyes had fluttered close at the feeling John's fingers caressing him that way. Those beautiful, artistic fingers just had a special effect on him. John let his hand slide out of George's hair and held him by the back of his neck as he pushed his body against George's, letting him know what he wanted.