Yer Blues

the prince's castle

John and Paul paid the bill and left the bar in silence. Both boys lost in their thoughts not knowing what to think of the whole argument.

They were walking through the park when Paul suddenly stopped.

"Why can't ye just keep yer mouth shut?" he whispered angrily.

John widened his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Paul glared at him feeling angrier by the minute, "if you hadn't said anything, we would still sit there having a great time!"

"Are you kiddin' me?" John spat out getting angry as well. "I couldn't just let him shit all over us!"

"Well, that was what ye should've done!" Paul buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily, "don't ye understand? What we do, our relationship is illegal! Fuck, we can go to jail!"

John snapped his head up to Paul with an unreadable look on his face.

"Don't ye think I know that? Don't ye think I fucking know that?" he yelled suddenly boiling with anger.

"Every time I'm with ye I worry that someone sees us and puts us away. I can't sleep at night worrying if we were acting too suspicious or not. But they are yer- our friends, I can't just sit and do nothing."

John sighed feeling overwhelmed by emotions, "it sucks that we can't just be who we are, it's not fucking fair!" A tear ran down his cheek and Paul broke at the sight.

"Fuck," he cursed angrily wiping the tear away. John didn't show his emotion very often and Paul had never seen him cry. It showed how fucked up this situation actually was.

"I know..." Paul looked at John and tried to gatch his gaze but he avoided it.

"We should go home," John suddenly mumbled.

Paul widened his eyes but tried to hide his hurt, was he sending him away? "Yeah, I'll see ye tomorrow," he said before turning around. He could feel his heart crack and tried to hold back his emotions.

"Wait-" a hand on Paul's shoulder turned him back around.

"We can go back to mine. If ye want," John shrugged looking at his feet, "I- I mean ye have never been there before and we can just-"

Paul smiled widely at John's stuttering and felt warm all over again, "of course I wanna go to yer house ye git."

A small embarrassing smile crept over John's face as he looked up at Paul again, "okay let's go then."

After a couple of minutes, they arrived at Menlove avenue and got into the house. Paul inspected the foto's on the wall and smiled at one where John, maybe six years at the time, was eating some ice cream.

"Cute ain't I?" John grinned seeing him look at the photo.

"Ye used to be. Don't know about now though," Paul smirked making John's mouth fall open.

"Ye are such a dork," he glared. Paul gave the lad a mischievous smirk before getting off his coat.

"I better call me dad, he's gonna freak out if I don't come back without sayin' anything."

John nodded return and pointed at the phone before taking his coat off as well and leaving Paul to call his dad in private. It was a short call and Jim had easily agreed to let him sleep over at John. Paul just had to call a little earlier so he didn't 'scare his old man's arse to death' as Jim had put it.

Paul hung up and walked back to John who was watching a picture on the wall in a poor attempt to look busy. Paul grinned lightly and grabbed John's shoulders to turn him around. He smiled softly before giving his lover a small kiss on the lips. It made John blush like an idiot, and Paul laughed again.

"Hmm. Familiar moment innit?" Paul grinned looking up as if he was thinking. John frowned for a second and then glared, he made Paul blush like this just hours ago.

"Yer so cute," Paul said imitating John's earlier comment. The lad glared again before grabbing Paul's hips and pulling him closer for a more heated kiss. Paul was surprised but kissed back almost instantly, "I agree with ye, I could do this all day," he said keeping their lips connected.

When they pulled back John's eyes were shining brighter than ever and it made Paul's chest warm up.

"Fancy a tour, Princess?" John said dramatically bowing before him. Paul grinned and played along, "of course my Prince."

John took his hand and they walked around the house, holding hands the entire time and it made Paul forget about their horrible night.

"Well, this is where the magic happens," John said opening the door to his bedroom, the last part of their little tour. Paul walked in and looked around, there were clothes all over the floor and posters on the walls of Elvis and Little Richard. It smelled like John, and Paul found it weirdly comforting to be there.

"Ye want something to eat?" John proposed. Paul nodded, suddenly noticing that he was starving. After all, they were out of the bar before he could even think about food. It made Paul feel miserable again, Georges's hateful eyes came back to him and suddenly he just wanted to cry, to let out his emotions. It wasn't fair that he and John had to hide, that they were hated because of whom they love.

"Ye coming Macca?" John suddenly yelled from downstairs, Paul was shaken from his thoughts and frowned, he hadn't noticed John left already.

"Er- yes, I'm on my way!" Paul shouted back still a bit distracted. He hurried down the stairs to find John placing a stockpot on the stove.

"We're having tomato soup. Me aunt left some for the weekend."

Paul nodded and enjoyed watching John cook, unconsciously smiling widely.

"What?" the man asked noticing Paul's gaze on him.

"Nothing. You're beautiful."

John's cheeks burned up and he smiled shyly as if he didn't believe someone would actually say that to him.

When their dinner was done they sat down on the couch. Paul placed his head on John's shoulder as they watched tv for a bit, both lost in their thoughts.

"What are we gonna do about George and Ringo?" Paul suddenly mumbled looking up at his boyfriend. John sighed heavily and Paul could see the sadness in his eyes.

"I don't know," John finally said laying his head on top of Paul's.

"I really don't know."