Less is more than you think

Attract

Paul for sure flirts back. He's a natural at it, of course he would be. It sometimes ends him up in a good place and on rare occasions, bad places. In the end John, his knight in shining armor, saves the day. Studio sessions have been getting longer and longer for the next upcoming album. "C'mon Macca let's unwind hm?" John says wrapping his arm around Paul's shoulder, who was fiddling with the piano. "Where should we go?" John shrugs, "Where ever the night takes us." George and Ringo decide to stay behind and have dinner together. They waved goodbye and headed off to nowhere land. On their way there, they didn't get stopped or chased around the blocks of London. It wasn't a surprise, they weren't out there yet, just yet. "Wow, yur pretty for a fella' now why don't cha c'mon and help me out with some agitation?" A random person says from the shadows. John and Paul stop walking, "I don't think you'd be able to afford me, mister." Paul says running his hand through his hair. John pulls on Paul's collar. "C'mon." Paul is tripping to catch up with John, "John don't, I'm here to unwind! You could at least leave me be for one night!" Paul says shoving John away from him, entering the bar. John is irritated, "Whatever, just don't come to me cryin' when you've got a situation." Paul huffs away buying two drinks for himself and for whoever lady he spots. John lights up a cigarette watching Paul, making sure he's not getting into trouble. A pretty, young brunette comes up to John, "You seem quite alone, may I?" She says gesturing to the empty seat next to him, "I don't think that seat has anyone's name on it." He says smirking. She giggles, "Oh my, I've never seen you around these parts before. What's your name?" She says placing her hand on John's thigh, rubbing it, he shifts nervously, "John." He was quite aware of his sexuality, at first he never thought of himself being queer, but after a few nights with some men and women. Well, he's quite sure now. "Well, John, I'm Lydia. Around here we get things that we want and I-" He doesn't listen to her anymore as she's audaciously boring, but he spots Paul surrounded with a group of people, ladies and men. They all have lust and want and need in their eyes for Paul, cute Paulie. John has always wanted Paul to realize how much he likes him and would've cared for him. Being in the studio with a lot of room but standing really close to each other's was the treat at the end of the day. The pining never stops. John keeps his eye on him, nodding at the girl. "So..?" He snaps out of it, "Sorry what?" The girl giggles, playfully hitting his arm, "Do you want to have sex with me, darling?" She rubs his arm, pushing out her breasts. He looks back at Paul, "I'm just here to drink, love." She huffs, "Well then, you know where to find me if you need me." She winks and trails off. John didn't feel anything when she rubbed almost all of him. He continued drinking and having a smoke until Paul sat next to him, "No luck?" John scoffs, "A pretty bird wanted me. You?" Paul took out wads of pounds from his coat, "Apparently, they thought I was a show stopper. You should've seen them Johnny, animals really, feelin' me up and down." John didn't look at him or say anything, he just sat there in his thoughts, jealously wraps around his mind. "You should've stopped them if you were feelin' uncomfortable." Paul tucks back the pounds into his coat, "I wasn't feelin' uneasy, John why do you have to be so concerned for me? I know how to handle me self, don't act as my lover!" John slams his cup onto the table, breaking it. Little droplets of blood come dripping down from his hand, "Fine, you better show up alive to the studio tomorrow. Have fun." John storms away from the bar, Paul was concerned for John, he always knew how to keep his temper under control. "Johnny I-" A man comes up to him, "Don't worry about him, now hows about you and I have some fun?" Paul wiggles out of his grip, "Excuse me". He chases after John, "John, you know what I meant, stay at the bar for a tad bit." John's flicking the blood from his hand, "I-I can't." Paul tries to look at John's eyes but his hair covers it. Paul moves in closer, breaths projecting onto each others, "Why?" John leans forward, kissing Paul's plush lips. Paul didn't move back or push him away. Their lips crashing onto each other's meant the world for John, he pulls Paul's waist, deepening the kiss. They part. John opens his eyes looking back at Paul, whose eyes were still closed, "Oh shi- Macca I didn't mean-" Paul places both hands on John's cheeks and kissed him back. He pushes John into an alley way and against the wall, "Johnny love." Paul pants. John presses his hand down at Paul's bulge, "Wait John, not ere' it's too dirty." John laughs, "Fine, we'll do it at Buckingham Palace, it's clean there." Paul snickers pulling him inside of the bar, up the stairs, and to a conveniently placed bedroom. John sits at the edge of the bed and Paul comes to sit on his lap, facing John. "Paulie, you don't know. You don't know how much I like you and envy the others that get close to you." Paul looks down at him, planting kisses all over John's face, "Does it make you jealous? Those people looking at me, touching me. If you truly want me, then make me yours." Paul moves away from John laying down on the bed, buttons undone, hair messy, and cheeks flushed. John slides off his jacket, "Pretty boy, you're going to be all mine."