Beatles Smut SHIP WARNING

Spankies!! (McLennon)

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  Paul and John were close friends. Very.. close friends. Y'know, so close that they share the same flat, the same bed, the same bathroom, hell, it's a surprise the press hasn't caught onto the fact that they were queer for each other. Just assumed they were like brothers and nothing more. But boy were they wrong.

  “Paul! Get your ass to the room now!” John yelled as he heard the front door open.

  Oh shit.. what did i do this time.. Paul's thought raced, desperately trying to find out what John could possibly want. Panting heavily, he ran towards their room, every step echoing throughout the whole flat.

  Paul stood next to the door before hesitantly opening it. He took a slow and gentle step into the room. As soon as John spotted Paul next to the door,  John roughly grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room, slamming the door behind them.
  “I thought I warned you last time!” He shouted loudly, anger evident in his voice.

  “I.. I don't know what you're talking about..” Paul said, trying to pull away from the rough grip of his boyfriend.

  John squeezed his arm harder, showing who's in control, and who's in trouble tonight. John pulled him to the bed, shoving Paul over his knee before swiftly taking down the younger man's dark red jeans and baby blue briefs.

  “J-John.. what's going on.?” Paul hesitantly asked, his voice shaking with nervousness. Paul felt a certain feeling. One he was very familiar with. The one John always caused, whether it's just him solemnly watching the television, playing guitar, and when things were about to get heated.

  “You should know.” He said, lightly rubbing his hand on Paul's bare cheek.

  Paul shivered, feeling his length get more erect. He could feel the rough denim of John's pants against him, and John's erection poking his stomach. Next thing he knew, John was brutally spanking him. He let out choked cries and moans, trying to stay quiet.

  John would laugh at him, knowing this felt better than anything he's ever done before. He enjoyed the sound of skin hitting skin. The sound echoed and bounced off the walls. Each time he slapped, Paul would rock forward, almost grinding on John's thigh.

  “J-Johnny.. don't stop.” He said, thrusting his hips, as if trying to get even more pleasure from this experience.

  But despite his plead, John teasingly stopped, grabbing a hold of Paul's hips to stop him from gaining any more pleasure. He let out a whiny, high pitched moan as a plea. He wanted and needed a release. Paul tried to wiggle free from John's grip and keep grinding on his thigh, but then John spanked him hard, causing Paul to let out a loud moan.

  “Please.. please I need it. John pleeeaaassseee..” Paul whined as John slapped him again, releasing both of his hands from Paul's hips. He immediately started his hip movement again. Paul was extremely desperate. He was so close, that John could feel him twitching against his jean cladded thigh. The rough material felt perfect against Paul's little buddy. His length let out a final twitch before he let loose and he came all over John's jeans, probably staining them for good.
  “F-fuck!! Oh god... oh- wow..” Paul moaned out, his length softening.

  “Mmm.. fuck..” John softly grunted out. He had cum with his clothes on.. boxers for sure ruined. He helped Paul stand up, gently kissing his lips. His energy completely changed from this rough, angry and merciless man, to this soft, sweet baby.

  After John and Paul got all cleaned up, they crawled into bed together. They cuddled up next to each other and held each other's hand. John's rough and dry, and Paul's soft. They feel comforting.

  “What was that for..?” Paul asked with a sleepy giggle.

  John shrugged, kissing the younger man gently on the head. “Just wanted to get a reaction out of you..” he admits, and Paul giggles.

  “Well it was fun.” Paul said, holding tightly onto John.

  “Nighty night, princess,” John said, chuckling as Paul hit his chest.

  “Nighty night, Johnny.”