Driving Me Mad // McHarrison

Three

"I need to go." I giggle, pulling George's collar so I could reach his lips as we share many small kisses. I didn't like how coy I was acting, but, boy, if it meant I could get protection from the Firm, I'd do it.

The Wheeler's, my gang - a gang that got anyone who paid the right price a sexy ride, and the Firm (the Kray's gang) were on good terms. But getting on even better terms wouldn't hurt. Especially when tensions in London are rising.

"I'm driving you home," George states uncompromisingly, grabbing his keys and overcoat where they had a permanent residence in Ronnie's apartment. I gulp and tightly offer him an assuring smile.

"That's alright. I'll be walking." I reply, trying to apply as much force as I could muster, but as I had expected, George didn't take easily to it. His face spoke a million words. His eyebrows on the most precise angel and his jaw set in just the right place. But it was his eyes, seemingly cool and torpid, that, if you looked hard enough, told you all you needed to know: 'that's not happening'.

The apartment stunk. Imagine sex, liquor, sweat, food and gunpowder and you've got the house of Ronnie Kray. Me and George were the only ones awake, let alone dressed, as all the other men lay scattered around the place completely bare.

He wordlessly took my hand and we exited the apartment of London's most feared gangster. Halfway to his car, I tried wriggling my hand from his, which was twice the size by the way, but to no avail.

"People are going to see us," I beg, knowing there was a harsh punishment for such bodily affection, and with enough bounty on my head, I'd rather not add queer to the list.

"Lucky them." He snorts, letting go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist instead. I writhe in his grip uncomfortably until he says: "We're criminals in many ways, but not this."

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"You're dead!" Mike chuckles after whipping the door open, having seen us arrive. But his smugness wore off quickly as his eyes trailed up to who exactly my companion was. Before he could shrink back inside to avoid George, one loud and threatening footstep echoed from the top floor, followed shortly by a deathly:

"Paaaaul!!!"

I wince and try to shoo George away, motioning for him to go back to the car, but it was too late as Dad appeared as a luminous figure at the top of the stairs. Mike by this time had regrown his feverous grin and had slipped out of sight. As I silently cursed my brother, I step forward to face Dad.

"And where have you been young man?" Dad's booming voice is amplified by the front entrance of our house. "You tell me you'll be out for dinner and you come back the next morning!"

"With all apologies, sir, Paul staying the night was entirely my fault. I begged for him to stay and watch a film, but we both fell asleep before he had a chance to either tell you where he was or go home. I am deeply sorry." George explains, lying in all the right spots, his tone very sincere and completely cool-headed.

I see Dad's eyes flicker from me to George and his eyebrow raised as his head tilted slightly too. "I'm rather fond of your manners, young man. If only my son could adopt some of his own..." He growls and I see his eyes trail back to me. I hang my head low and step forward.

"I'm sorry, I should have called or come home immediately." I apologise and lift my head to see if he accepted it. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Dad nods and turns his attention back to George.

"Would you like to stay for lunch? It will be served soon." Dad smiles the smile he reserved only for guests.

"Yes please, sir, that would be delightful," George replies back curtly.

Dad seems quite content with George's manners and cocks his head for us to be dismissed. I see Mike from the corner of my eye panicking, and he goes to chases after Dad as he turns back to go upstairs. Quickly, I grab his arm and pull his face close to mine.

"I wouldn't go telling Dad who exactly our guest is if I were you. Remember who got you out of some very deep shit? Me. You own me." I huskily whisper through tight teeth and he glances with wide eyes over my shoulder at George for a daring second.

"Sorry." He squeaks and scurries off.

Turning back to George I silently motion for him to follow me. "Thank you for saving me back there," I say once we've travelled down the hallway to my room.

"I'm guessing your father doesn't know who I am?" He chuckles and curls his hand around my skinny hip.

"No. And I reckon we should keep it that way," I warn.

"So I need like...an alter ego while I'm at your house?" He laughs and grabs my other hip with his other hand.

"Yeah, something like Richard Head." I smile and lean into him, kicking my door closed. I cup his face as his stubble tickles my palms.

"Mmm, and you can be my Benjamin Dover." He breathes, emphasising the word 'my' and sending quivers down my spine.

"Nah," I scrunch up my face jokingly. "I like my one better." I giggle and step on my tippy-toes to chastely brush my lips over his.

"Is that so?" He mumbles against my lips and sighs in what I think is content. The content of the moment though is short-lived as George pulls away from me completely and wanders over to my wardrobe randomly. I watch with confusion in silence, wondering what he was up to, before all of a sudden he presses his palms to the wood and thrusts his head into it with a harsh smack!

"George!" I cry and rush over to him. "Why did you do that!? What's going on?" I put my hands on his shoulders and lead him away from the wardrobe in case he felt the need to do that again.

"It's nothing." He states monotonously and goes back to kissing me like nothing had happened. I frown but let him and twist my arms around his midsection.

"I'm mad." He whispers into our kiss and I barely catch it because it was so quiet.

"What do you mean?" I ask, pulling away slightly and brushing his hair away from his smouldering chocolate eyes.

"I'm absolutely, completely, totally, utterly, fully fucking off. My. Rockers. And, Paul, if you even mildly like my company, I'd get used to it if I was you."

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Hope everyone is coping alright. Here's something to keep ya entertained in quarantine

- Mikey