Four of Us - McLennStarrison (Poly Beatles)

Labeling Our Thing

1964

"So." Ringo set aside his drumsticks, a serious look on his face. "What are we?"

"Beatles," John replied immediately.

He tried to hold back a snicker unsuccessfully. "I mean, what is this thing we have? You know, our relationship and all. What do we call it?"

Paul hummed from his place in George's lap and nodded before jumping down. "You've got a good point. What DO we call it?"

"We're like, boyfriends. I guess. Whatever. Why do you care?" John tilted his head. "We can't tell anyone about it, so what's the point in names and shit?"

He shrugged. "Not boyfriends, I think he meant our relationship as a whole."

"I get what he means." George frowned, missing the warmth he had from Paul pressed against him. "I get what you both mean. Do we call it a four-way? A foursome?"

John laughed, then upon seeing Ringo's face, laughed even harder. "That's for shagging!" he gasped, eyes tearing up. "Oh my god!"

"Anyways," Paul giggled, "polygyny is when a man has multiple wives. Do we call it that?"

"You calling yourself me wife?" he wheezed. "Not that I'm complaining! Just let me get you a ring to make it official!"

Ringo regretted this conversation so much. "Us, that's what we'll call it. We're just us."

"Us," George drawled. "Yeah, that's gear. I can live with that."

"Fine." John scooped up the still-giggling Paul and pulled Ringo by the arm. "We're us. Just get in the bed already."