Yer Blues

queers with beers

John and Paul had known each other for about a week now and it had become a habit to hang out every day and today was no exception. 

They decided to walk around the city, maybe go to the record shop or get a drink somewhere. It honestly didn't matter to John, if Paul was there with him he'd agree to anything.

Paul wanted to go to the record shop first so John followed along. As the lads got in they walked straight to the left, that's where the good singers lied, like Little Richard or Elvis Presley, Paul's personal favorites.

"Ey Macca?" John asked sticking his head around the corner of a shelf Paul was scanning.

The lad grinned in return, "Macca?"

John nodded, "yup," he replied proudly making Paul smile weakly, "I got ye somethin'."

Paul frowned, "wha' is it?"

John held out a card, It was completely pink and had 'You're the prettiest princess of Liverpool' in big golden letters written all over it.

"Funny," Paul glared before grinning to himself.

"It made me think of you," John sassed making Paul glare again."Oh, how caring," he replied covering his mouth dramatically.

John smirked and lay the card back down on the shelf. He glanced over at the records and picked one out, "this, this is amazing," he said showing it to Paul.

He held out a big yellow record with a picture of the one and only Elvis Presley giving the camera a seductive look.

"King Creole!" Paul squealed grabbing the record examining every inch of it, this made him look like a small child who just got the best birthday gift ever and John found it rather cute.

"I got to have that," Paul said enthusiastically, but when he glanced at the price his expression changed drastically, "it's way too expensive."

Paul put it back with a disappointed look on his face, "It'll have to wait till I'm rich an' famous," he sassed.

"I'll buy it for ye," John shrugged, picking up the record again. Paul's eyes widened, "no, I can't take that from you."

"Yes you can," John replied already walking towards the cashier.

Paul followed him quickly and grabbed his arm before he could lay down the record, "seriously John, I can't," he mumbled locking his eyes with the bloke.

"But I want to," John replied giving Pauls nose a small boop, Paul gave him a confused smile in return making John blush a bit, "sorry," he said looking down at his feet.

Paul blushed too, "don't worry," he said smiling a bit. John cleared his throat awkwardly and turned around to get to the cashier.

As they walked out of the store he gave the record to Paul who couldn't stop thanking him, which made John smile widely.

"We should play this, I live nearby. Follow me," Paul said as the lads walked away. John nodded in return as they started walking towards Paul's house.

It took the lads less than five minutes to arrive at Forthlin Road, and when they got inside Paul instantly put on the record making the sound of Elvis's voice appear.

"King Creole, go

There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
And he lays down a beat like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone
And hip shaking King Creole"

Paul laid down on the bed humming along with the songs. John sat on a chair opposite of the lad and watched him sing enjoying every word that rolled over his lips.

"This is such a good song!" Paul groaned sitting up straight, this made him notice John was staring. John blushed and looked away as soon as Paul caught his eye.

"We should get a beer," Paul said standing up to get some, "I'll go get some, me brother and dad aren't 'home today we 'ave the place for ourselves," Paul said as he walked down the stairs.

A few minutes later Paul appeared again carrying at least ten bottles of beer all stacked up in a bucket. He lay the bucket down and handed John a beer who opened it immediately, feeling the need to relax a bit. He was feeling tense all day and wasn't sure why.

It had been a few hours, John had made some joke and Paul was giggling loudly, "omg, John I can't-" Paul laughed falling onto the wooden floor.

John grinned at the dumb action and helped the lad up, "ye okay?" he asked grinning at Paul who nodded as he sat back down on the bed.

When John sat down on his chair again Paul wasn't laughing anymore, his optimistic expression completely disappeared.

"I 'ave to tell ye something John," the bloke suddenly announced looking rather terrified.

John sat up straight, "what's goin' on?" he asked slightly worried.

"I- I lied," Paul stuttered, John looked at him confused, "'bout wha' Macca?"

"Y'know in the park, ye asked me if I was ye know-"

"Queer," John suddenly interrupted, he looked at Paul whos heart was racing.

"Well, I didn't know I lied 'cuz u didn't know back then that I was-" he stopped not being able to let the word leave his lips," that I was that but now I do and-"

John stood up making Paul stop rambling, Paul didn't dare to look at him but could feel the lad walk towards him. When John arrived at the bed he held Paul's chin up making him look him in the eye, Paul was afraid he might scream or hit him but he simply looked at him.

After a few seconds, John pressed his lips against Paul's whose eyes widened. He was surprised at first but eventually kissed back. Paul closed his eyes. It was a soft and loving kiss both of them enjoying every touch they had.

Suddenly John pulled away and turned around. He held up his hand and waved before walking towards the door "see ya tomorrow Princess!" he yelled before leaving the room.

Paul sat there confused, he couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Ey! John!" he yelled, "What are ye doin'?" Paul tried to follow the lad but he heard the front door shut already.

Paul walked back to his bed and grinned.

Such a John thing to do.