dancing in the street.

five ➶ are you ticklish?

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summary: George finds out that John is ticklish.

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John extinguished his joint in the ashtray and sprawled out on the little plush tan couch.

"Wow. That was a good one." He said to himself.

George was seated next to him and he snorted, putting out the stub of his own. "A 'good one'? On what scale do you rate it?" He grinned.

John squinted in annoyance at George. "I don't know, it was just a comment."

"Don't spur him on, he'll go for ages." Ringo called from his seat across the room.

George glared at Ringo. "Sod off."

Ringo smiled. "Y'know, I think I will." He got up and walked down the hallway to his room and shut the door.

The band was currently hauled up in Klaus Voorman's apartment, discussing the release of 'Revolver.' Paul had left earlier on 'important matters with Jane.' It had infuriated John, but he decided to ignore the nagging feeling in his stomach and bury it with weed instead.

Now it was just him and George sitting on the couch, staring over at a window. Daylight poured out of it in bright streams, but it was warmed in color by the thin cream drapes streaming from the top.

John closed his eyes a moment and exhaled deeply. But the moment he decided to open them again, George was poised over him, hands reaching out for his sides.

"Fucking hell, Geo!"

George laughed. His eyes were a bit bloodshot and his teeth protruded in a mischievous grin.

"What're you doing?" John scooted back on the couch, trying to escape.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Am I-?"

"You heard me."

John frowned at George. He crossed his arms over his chest in a pouting manner. "No."

George knew when John was lying. He could fool Paul and Ringo however he wanted on trivial matters, but he could always tell. It was when serious occasions arose that he left those for Paul to deal with.

George lunged forward and tickled John's left side all the way up to his crossed arm. John shrieked and a strained cackle bubbled out of his throat before he slid off the couch. George was laughing hard, he couldn't wait to tell the others about this. Finally, the great John Lennon has a weakness!

"Geo! PLEASE! STOP!" John choked out in between laughing fits.

George had John pinned. He giggled mercilessly. "Never!"

John tried to push George off of him, but he felt like his limbs were a puddle under all of the tickling.

"I'm going ta pass out!"

"Good!"

John slipped his hand past one of George's arms and pinched his nipple unexpectedly.

George howled in pain and jumped off of John and onto the couch. "What the hell, Lennon?!"

John made a face, sticking his tongue out at George.

"I will tickle you again."

"You wouldn't dare."

George raised one of his dark eyebrows.

"Ok, you would. But please don't." John sat up and caught his breath a moment.