Come Together

7: Turquoise

George crept back into his and Ringo's room. He was still shivering from the memory of the intense pleasure, and he smelled like sweat and sex. God, how he loved that smell. And how he'd missed it. It's been too long, he thought with a grin.

Seeing Ringo peacefully sleeping, just as George had left him, made the guitarist's stomach twist with guilt. What he'd just done with John and Paul- how would Ringo react when he found out?

Yes, he deserves to know. George thought firmly. But will he be devastated? Did I do the wrong thing?

No. He shook his head firmly. We all flirt with each other. Hell, Ringo made out with John earlier tonight! No, I think it's only fair.

He tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door softly. Catching his reflection in the mirror, George was struck by how mussed and rumpled he looked. His hair was flipped into a million different directions- all wrong directions- and his eyes were glassy, from tiredness or the memory of pleasure he couldn't tell.

"A shower 's what I need..." He muttered. He quickly undressed and slipped into the enormous walk- in shower, which was made of some light stone- marble, maybe? George turned on the faucet and hissed as ice-cold water jetted out. "Fuuuck..." he groaned as it hit his skin painfully. He quickly adjusted the knob until hot water steamed out.

George washed the day away and shampooed his hair to oblivion. His scrubbed his body. His dick was still extremely sensitive and limp from fucking John.

He began to him quietly as he stood under the warm shower. He loved to sing in the shower, but didn't want to wake Ringo. The drummer seemed to need more sleep than the rest of the boys, but maybe he just liked it more. All George knew was that if Ringo didn't get enough sleep, he would most likely be crabby and irritable the next day, and not only was that extremely off-putting and unusual for the sweet man, it was also an annoying inconvenience.

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George emerged from the bathroom, letting forth a plume of thick white steam as he opened the door. He was clad only in a thick white hotel towel, which felt amazing against his hot and clean body. It was fluffy and soft as a cloud.

With a sigh, the guitarist realized that he wasn't tired anymore; in fact, he was wide awake. He groaned softly with frustration. This was a problem that sometimes plagued him. It was as if George couldn't escape his whirring mind for a few hours of blissful oblivion. It was probably a combination of the sex and the hot shower...he thought, rolling his eyes in the dark.

There was only one thing to do. George quickly slipped into a plush white bathrobe, tied it firmly around his body, and fumbled for his guitar in the dark. He finally made contact with the case, and pulled it quietly from the shadows.

"Sleep well, Rings..." he muttered, slowly cracking open the door, grabbing the key from where it hung, and slipping out into the hallway, barefoot on the thick carpet.

George walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the lower level. He doubted many people were up and about in the hotel at this hour, but just in case, he would go somewhere where he most likely wouldn't be bothered. And that was the pool.

The slender man stepped out of the elevator as it dinged and opened. He scampered down the corridor, following the Pool sign until he found the door. He slipped it open (thank God it was unlocked), and sat at the edge of the glowing water, trailing his bare lower legs in the cool water. The room was dimly lit and peaceful. George smiled and unzipped his case, carefully removing his acoustic guitar and resting it on his lap.

Lazily, he began to strum a few chords, random until he stumbled across the chord progression of one of his band's songs. He began to sing softly, his fingers slipping seamlessly into the familiar rhythm. His voice was soft and slightly husky with exhaustion. His body was tired even though his mind was not.

"You'll never know how much I really love you..." he crooned softly with a smile. The familiar song enveloped him like a warm embrace.

"You'll never know how much I really care...

"Listen! Do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell?
Wo-o-oah, closer..."

"Let me whisper in your ear...
Say the words you want to he-ear.
I'm in love with you,
Oo-oo-oo oo-oo..."

George smiled and segued into a jumble of melancholy chords. He remembered the song that was trapped, captivatingly, in his head. He began to hum an ominous and haunting melody as he randomly played. No words sprang to his head yet. Only that phrase, that baffling and beautiful phrase that the world would not yet understand...

...still my guitar gently weeps...

"...still my guitar gently weeps..." he sang softly, letting the words float freely into the air and come alive. The mood felt magical. He smiled.

Soon, George tired of playing, and gazing into the turquoise light of the pool again, he decided to take a dip. The extreme fatigue of his body was making him slightly loopy. Giggling, he removed his robe, leaving it in a heap at the edge of the water, and slipped naked into the cool blueness.

He floated serenely on the surface for a while before diving and scraping the tiled bottom with his slender fingertips. He opened his eyes to see the world of blurry blue, lines and patterns dancing across its depths.

The water caressed his naked body and made him sigh. "Almos' 's good as John," he muttered with a smirk as he surfaced. "That man...goodness," he whistled softly. "They all are somethin', thas' for sure."

He swam around the perimeter of the pool, ducking his head under the water every few strokes to clear its buzzing and cloudiness. "Maybe I am getting tired, fin'lly..." he muttered with a large yawn. He stroked over to the shallow end and sat on the steps. "But this water is so nice..." he murmured with a small grin.

George lay his head against the side of   the pool and wrapped his arms around the steps' railing, hugging it to him. The water rocked him subtly, caressed him gently, and he began to see darkness instead of blue...

"I'll go up 'n a minute..." he whispered before falling asleep.