Four of Us - McLennStarrison (Poly Beatles)

Kinks, Part 1 A.K.A. I Call This One Self-Projecting (Judge Me All You Want)

Smut

1966

Paul had a feeling today would be interesting. The day felt normal, yet he knew it wasn't. He just couldn't put his finger on why. Good thing he was about to find out.

"Hi, love." John planted a kiss below his ear after sitting next to him on the hotel bed.

"Hi," he giggled back. "What is it?"

He hummed, kissing the spot again. "Nothing, just distracting you."

"Oh? Distracting me from wh -"

"Incoming!" George suddenly threw himself at the two of them, clinging on tight with a wild grin. "I have captured you!" John swatted his arm with a smirk.

Ringo was next to attack, launching himself so hard he accidentally knocked all of them over. "Ow, sorry."

"Your arse is like lead," George groaned.

He poked his nose a little too roughly. "Yeah, and I thought we only wanted Paul."

John shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Paulie, you may be wondering what's going on here, huh?"

"Little bit." Paul wiggled half-heartedly in their arms. "Can you maybe let go?"

"No, we wanted to ask you about your kinks." George looked embarrassed. "Do you have any? We feel like we never do anything you like specifically, and we want to fix that."

He froze, cheeks on fire and burning badly. He never planned on talking about this to anyone. It was his secret and his alone that he would take to his grave. "I - I don't have any kinks, it's fine." Smooth move.

"Don't be shy," Ringo cooed. "We're up for anything and you know it. Nothing is too much."

"It's silly." Paul could feel himself ready to spill anyways. He could trust his boyfriends with anything, couldn't he? And this fantasy becoming a reality would be amazing.

John's face turned uncharacteristically soft and caring as he gently stroked his smooth cheek with a frown. "You don't have to tell us anything." It was almost a whisper. "No one's making you."

He shook his head, mumbling under his breath. "No, I want this so badly. Can you..." he looked into the three pairs of encouraging eyes staring back at him patiently, "...tickle me?"

"What?" Ringo cupped a hand around his ear. "You need to speak up -"

"Tickle me!" Paul immediately covered his mouth with a mortified squeak. Regret! So much regret already! Time to die!

Instead of disgust he chuckled, fingers curling. "That's the kink? Fucking hell, why didn't you say so sooner? I thought you hated being tickled since you always push us away."

"So did I." George smirked, nipping at his jaw. "It's cute, Paul. Don't be so nervous."

"Heh, Paulie gets randy from a little tickling," John teased.

Paul slowly uncovered his mouth, a shy smile wobbling across his face. "It's not weird?"

"Eh." He shrugged. "Not really, just a little funny. I'm hurt you hid this from me." His fingers slowly landed on his neck ever-so-lightly, soft like a feather. "I think you should be punished."

That shy smile turned into one full of nervousness and anticipation. "Oh?"

George took off his tie from around his neck and dangled it in front of his face tauntingly. "Hands behind your back, love. Um, if this is okay." At the nod of his head he grinned and tied his wrists together tightly, leaving no means of escape possible.

Once he was restrained properly, Paul bit his lip as his eyes darkened in excitement. "Do what you're gonna do." He laid back and waited.

"You're so gorgeous like this." John untucked his shirt so he could easily access the pale, sensitive skin hidden away from them unfairly. "Wish you told us sooner. Gonna make you scream." He kissed his stomach a few times before pulling back, gauging his flustered reaction. "Already too much for poor little Paulie?"

"Please," he whimpered.

Ringo, always the sympathetic one, clawed gently into his sides before John could stop him. "Don't be mean to him."

"Who cares, he likes the meanness. Don't you?" John rolled his eyes. "Can't understand you. Speak clearer."

"Ihihihihihi, I can't!" Bubbly giggles flowed out of Paul's mouth, causing him to try and hide his face in his shoulder. "Rihihihingo!"

George chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around his legs. "Remember how I used to wake you up?" He stroked a single finger down the sole of his foot, marveling at the way his toes wiggled. "Remember how you told me it was just awful and to stop doing that?" Fingernail, oh god that was his fingernail. "Remember when you kicked me?"

"Remember when he got you back?" Ringo added.

His canines gleamed. "That's right, thank you."

"Ple - e - e - a - se!" Paul keened again. "Just do ihihihit!"

"Tickle slut," John growled. "So eager to be destroyed, aren't you? Do you want to be tickled until you cry? Yes? No?" He raised an eyebrow as he eyed the obvious tent in his trousers. "You really weren't kidding about this turning you on."

He squeaked in embarrassment (ignoring the "aaw"s from the others) and tried to cover his face again in vain. "I - I -"

George rolled his eyes, impatient. "Tickle tickle tickle!" Finally he began tickling the struggling feet in earnest, drawing out the laughter he had been searching for.

"AHAHAHAHA! GEORGE, NOHOHOHOHOHO!" Paul threw his head back as he screamed in laughter, choking at the feeling of John sticking a hand down his underwear and touching. "NO FAHAHAHAHAIR!"

"Yes fair!" John mocked him. "Ringo, quit being a baby about this and tickle harder. It's not like he'll break or anything."

Ringo rolled his eyes. "Fine. Paul, mind if I test out this cute tummy of yours? No? Okay." Switching from his sides to his stomach, he dug all ten fingers in and vibrated them. "Your laugh is just as cute!"

"Isn't it?" By this point he had a hand wrapped around Paul's length and pumping rapidly, fingers slick with precum. "This is the third sexiest thing I've ever done in me life."

"WHAHAHAHAT WERE THE OTHER TWOHOHOHOHO?" Paul was letting out absolutely filthy moan-laughs around panting and snorting as he bucked his hips for both more stimulation and tickling. "MMMMMM, GEORGE! MOHOHOHOHORE!"

George hummed, moving up to his toes. "Ow! Don't shriek so loud, I got sensitive ears!" he joked. "Quiet down before someone else hears!"

He tried, he really did, but no amount of biting his lip could hold back the noises pouring out of his mouth. His wrists were aching, chest heaving, throat dry.

And it was incredible.

"You want to cum?" John had to practically yell to be heard. "You want to cum just from childish tickling and me barely touching you?"

"YES!" Paul managed to rasp.

He nodded to the others, and they sped up and increased the intensity of their touches. "Do it. Cum for us, pretty boy."

His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. "AH, AHAHAHAHA! NNNNGH, AHHHH!" He moaned long and deep through his giggles, the tickles not stopping until he finally went slack against John's shoulder. "Oh...oh my god."

"You did so good, baby." John untied his wrists and kissed each finger, marveling at the tears of laughter that had pricked in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. "Was that okay? Are you okay?" George glanced up worriedly as he rubbed his feet to rid them of any lingering tingles.

Paul nodded breathlessly. "So okay." He looked at all three of them in a bit of a daze. "Oh! What about you?"

"Don't worry about us." Ringo folded his hands and placed them over his own erection. "Just rest. It was about you and you only."

"Alright." He closed his eyes at the feeling of his boyfriends pecking his cheeks, slowly drifting off to sleep. Today had been interesting after all.