Come Together

3: Interview

A knock sounded on George and Ringo's door. "Mmmm..." George whined through the kiss. Huffing, he disengaged and pulled the drummer with him to the door.

"Hey, boys..." Brian stood in the doorway, a slightly smug expression on his face.

"What?" Ringo challenged, "Why do you look like you've jus' heard the bes' juicy gossip...ah, wait..." he trailed off, blushing a bit. "Nevamind..." he mumbled, wiping his left hand on his pants.

George smirked. "Well, so what is it, Eppy, ay?"

"Well..." their manager replied slowly, "I was abou' to knock on McCartney and Lennon's door to tell 'em, as I'll tell you now, that we gotta interview to attend. Problem was," he continued with obvious relish, "the mates sounded a bit- ah- busy..."

George cackled. "Wha', them too?" he giggled.

"Shutupfuuuucker!" Ringo hissed, elbowing him.

Brian raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think my gay magic was tha' strong, but...I tend to surprise myself..." he grinned devilishly and began to stride off down the corridor.

"Meet me downstairs in a couple, boys!" he sang.

Ringo was completely red in the face. "Really, George!" he snapped, "You don't gotta be so bloody obvious about it! This is righ' illegal, it is! You know how much trouble..."

He dissolved into incoherent mumbling, collapsing into George's chest with a soft thud. The guitarist smiled and began to stroke the other's silky hair.

"Oho, boys!" John sauntered in through the connecting door as Ringo and George sprang apart.

"We was jus'....um- chillin' in the corner..." Ringo sputtered.

"Eppy wants us downstairs for an interview or summat in a couple," George interrupted the stuttering drummer with his brisk, confident tone.

"Er, righ'..." Ringo said into the awkward silence. "Interview....yay.."

"Oh come on," John sighed with an eye roll, "Paul and I know you two were snogging in the bathroom."

"As a matter o' fact..." Ringo smiled wickedly, "George and I heard you two goin' at it in there. Can't decide who's the dom then, eh?"

George exploded into laughter. "Yea, the cute Beatle seems to think he's boss..."

"Piss off!" Lennon scoffed while blushing. "An' he's NOT." he added in a whisper, just as Paul walked in.

"Ay, mates, what'd I miss?" the bassist said with an adorable grin.

"Oh, nothin' much," George replied airily, "jus' a little chitchat of the...intimate nature." He winked.

"'S'alright, I could get behind that," Paul shot back with a teasing smile.

"Aw, come on, now..." John whined, "don' make me jealous, Macca..."

He smiled as Paul attacked his lips with his own. The two began to make out in earnest, hands tousling each others' hair.

"Oh, barf..." Ringo laughed, locking his arm around George's waist. "PDA, you two. Please..."

"Oh, get over yaself, Rings," John said breathing in between kisses. "Jus' dive righ' in..." he trained off, distracted by Paul as the bassist gently bit his lower lip. He moaned softly. "Mmm...."

George looked at Ringo. Both shrugged. The taller man crashed his lips into the drummer's. They flicked each other's tongues gently. Ringo wrapped his arms fully around George's torso and began stroking his back. George responded by reaching around and grabbing Ringo's ass. The drummer gasped with surprise and moaned.

"Ay, wanna swap, boys?" John asked, lusty grin on his face as he broke free from Paul's caresseses.

The other three froze. "Why not!" George exclaimed with a hungry grin, extending one of his long arms and pulling Paul over to him, pressing the small bassist into his body. "Come on, Macca..."

Paul grunted and nipped at George's lips. The guitarist let out a surprised groan and hungrily kissed the shorter man. Paul allowed himself to be pressed against a wall by George, which he didn't actually mind as much as he thought he would. The two began to slowly grind into each other, letting short, breathy noises escape them as the kissing intensified.

Ringo and John, meanwhile, began kissing with such zeal that they fell onto one of the beds, Ringo on top of John, straddling him. He chuckled and looked lasciviously down at the other man. "Hmm..." he chuckled as he began to trail kisses down John's jawline. John was panting and moaning, so obviously turned on, and Ringo relished his control.

The door banged open. "I'm not even goin' to ask..." a voice said.

The Beatles froze. All eyes turned toward the doorway to see their manager laughing at them.

"Later, lads!" He sang, gesturing towards the door. "You'll have plenty 'o downtime, don't worry! But now! Interview! Look alive! Let's go! Go!"

John wiggled out from underneath Ringo and booped his nose. "You're not bad..." he admitted.

The Fab Four quickly straightened their hair and suits. "All ready, then? Finally." Brian muttered.

"Shit." John slowly followed behind the group, trying his very best to shield his crotch area until his...problem went...down.