Four of Us - McLennStarrison (Poly Beatles)

Like a Furnace

1965

"You've got to be kidding me." John angrily threw his bag to the floor and stared down the hotel room.

One king-sized bed.

Paul immediately began giggling like he heard the funniest joke in the world while George and Ringo took two steps away from each other, blushing. "This is priceless!"

"I'm so glad you find the humor in this! We aren't even going to fit in the damn thing! I'm going to have a word with the front desk!" He really ripped the door off its hinges as he left. Finally he reached his destination. "What's wrong with you?!"

The clerk, a young person with round glasses, gazed up at him lazily. "Many things," they replied coolly in an American accent. Their nametag said their name was Aaron. "Want me to name a few?"

John had to summon all of his self-control to avoid punching the kid square in the jaw. "Listen, I'm not sure if you noticed, but we asked for two queens! There's one king in our room! Don't tell me that's the only room you have available!"

"It's not," Aaron smirked. "But it's the only one that's available for you and your 'friends', Mr. Lennon. Might as well make the most of it."

"What does that mean?!" he snapped. "Forget it, fuck you."

"Can I have an autograph?" they called after the fuming Brit. "Heh. Bunch of queers."

Paul was sitting on the bed and shivering once the missing band member got back. "No luck, huh?"

"I'm freezing!" George jumped into the bed and crawled under the covers without even taking off his clothes. "This is barely helping at all!"

Ringo was shaking just as hard, trying to hug himself. "Is the heat broken? I can't even feel me fingers."

"I hate the world." John reluctantly joined the youngest two and kicked his shoes off. "Wouldn't surprise me if that cheeky twat up front has something to do with this."

"I give up." Now all four of them were under the thick covers, trying to put as much distance as possible between them without falling out. "Night."

Paul squeezed his eyes shut and willed his body to stop practically convulsing. He was still cold, even with the clothes and blankets. "Are there extra -"

"Fuck it." George suddenly cuddled up to him with a sigh of content. "Mmm."

"What are you doing?!" he hissed. "Oh. Ooh, it is warmer. You're a genius."

Ringo shrugged, pressing himself against John in the same fashion. "He's right!"

"Whatever, just don't make it a habit." John would never admit how this not only made him feel warmer, but also...safer. He didn't know why or how or what that even meant, but it wasn't a bad thing. Shit, he loved these boys more than anything else in the world. He exhaled slowly. It was time for sleep.

"John, your knee is jabbing me in the arse."

"That's not me knee."

"What the fuck?!"

"I haven't had a good shag in months, Paulie, and it sure as hell doesn't know the difference between you and some bleedin' bird!"