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"I wordlessly moaned as I was pushed down on the bed, Ringo's alter ego pulling at my sweater all the while. My back landed against Ringo's chest, and I felt my dark green collar being pulled down in an instant. 'If you can't choose one of us', Ringo whispered into my ear, 'than I guess you'd rather be with the both of us don't you?' I didn't have the time to respond before I felt him softly bite down on my skin."
Randel paused.
Since when was it so hot onstage?
He was sweating, but he didn't care.
The feeling he got from reading his own writings aloud was irresistible.
The heat spreading inside him proved it so.
"Ringo's alter ego leaned closer to me, making me blush even harder than I was before. He didn't say anything, only looking right into my eyes with a look that just made me melt right there. I began to feel something poking at me from behind, but before I could think about it further, he leaned in and placed his lips on mine."
From one of the tables in the club, Paul watched the man onstage, eyes wide as he held his empty cup of tea, its contents having been spilled onto the floor. John, who was sitting beside him, snickered a little, though he did his best to hide it. George was completely silent, eyes just as wide as Paul's.
Randel hadn't noticed them.
How could he?
"Ringo reached his hands around me and placed both of them at the top of my pants as I and his alter ego continued to kiss. 'Say, I'm excited already' He whispered, taking his mouth off of my neck, 'how about I make you scream as I claim my prize?"
The doors to the club slammed open, and Ringo's alter ego came charging in, an angry expression on his face as Ringo followed behind.
