The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶. ﾐ

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april 1859

"Mmh.."

Unbearably bright light bled into a certain coal-haired boy's eyelids, causing them to flutter and his body to recoil, burying his head further into the crook of a neck. But, it was persistent, and caused Paul to slowly come to, becoming aware of his surroundings more and more, eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the morning light, but too tired to move from his position. Head aching slightly from a hangover, but not so bad that even the tiniest bit of light would make him crawl under the bed with a hiss. Thank god I didn't get too hammered last night. It was then he realised - his position was sprawled across a person's chest, head buried in the crook of their exposed neck, lips pressed against their collarbone. 

Wha- 
He lifted his head, suddenly more awake than ever, coming face to face with John Lennon's own, sleeping and peaceful. The prince's arms were wrapped comfortably around Paul's waist, their legs tangled together. Their clothes were still on, thank god; but he was actually lying in John's embrace. In John's giant, extremely comfortable bed, both curled up together in the middle (when there was enough space to comfortably fit five people) in his large, overly decorated room. What the fuck.

There was a soft sigh that sounded next to him, and Paul's heart stopped as John shifted from below Paul, eyelids fluttering as he slowly began to wake up. Fuck, if John sees that I'm awake and staring at him while lying practically on top of him, he's gonna think I'm fuckin' weird. Before John could see that Paul had awoken, he quickly shoved his head back in the crook of his neck and shut his eyes, falling still and pretending to be asleep. Fuck, John smells so good.. like wood and mint.

"Hg, fuckin' 'ell-" John huffed, shifting into a bit more of a sitting position, but suddenly falling still for several seconds. The doe-eyed boy could feel the older's eyes on him and he struggled not to giggle, using up every bit of morning energy he had to keep a still, sleeping face. Silence continued to follow, John hovering over Paul for a few seconds before he slowly began to untangle himself from the younger, his movements delicate and hesitant, as if he didn't want to wake up the other as he slipped from his grasp. A weight lifted from the bed as John got up off of it, mumbling to himself something along the lines of; "get it together, John. Fuck's sake.." As he disappeared from the room, the door shutting gently behind him. 

Once Paul knew the coast was clear, his eyes flew open and he sat up, pressing the heels of his hands harshly into his eyes, trying to process what just happened. John didn't even say anything...and he had stared at Paul for longer than most people would. What did that mean? So many emotions were coursing through him at that moment; one part of him wished John hadn't left and they could just fall back asleep tangled in each other's embrace - another was glad that he left so Paul could escape his overwhelming developing feelings of affection for him, at least for a little while.