Four of Us - McLennStarrison (Poly Beatles)

Welcome to the Club

1962

"Nice gig, Rings. You're a natural." John pulled his guitar off his shoulder and set it to the side. "Welcome aboard."

"Thanks." Ringo smiled shyly, glancing around the backstage area with a huge amount of giddiness. A Beatle. He was a Beatle and still couldn't believe it.

George gently tapped his shoulder with a bashful look, obviously wanting to say something. "Um, we kind of wanted to tell you a thing about us. Don't let anyone else know?"

"Of course." He couldn't say no to that face without it killing him.

"I got this one." Paul seemed a little less nervous as he sauntered over and looked Ringo directly in the eye with an unreadable expression. "So, you're one of us. I think it's time you know about our secret."

Ringo shrugged, confused. "I -" He choked on a surprised gasp as the bassist gently stroked a finger down the middle of his chest with a predatory smirk. "Wh - what are you doing?"

John laughed, slapping his hand off of him. "Don't be a tease." He cleared his throat. "Basically all three of us are queer for each other."

He gulped. "Really? Why?"

"That's a fucking stupid question," he growled. "We're queer because that's just how we are. Besides, it has its perks. Can't bring birds with us when we move around? We have each other." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Look, you don't have to be a part of this if you don't want to, alright? But don't leave the band, we need you. Just pretend not to be disgusted if you see us touching each other or whatever."

"I've never done those things with another bloke before," Ringo admitted. "But...I've thought about it. You really want me to be in your relationship?"

George nodded eagerly. "I've wanted to kiss you for so long, Ritchie. We can go as slow as you want."

"I guess I have no choice." And that's how he kissed a man for the first time.