The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢. ﾐ

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september 1859

Darkness was beginning to unfold in the sky, the undersides of the cluster of the clouds descending from the horizon stained scarlet, as if washed with blood; the lush garden below was silent except for the occasional crow of a bird or the rustle of leaves in the crisp breeze, swaying like lazy bees in the midst of summer. The tall, sandstone-built manor was still and silent, as if lying in wait, coloured a reddish gold as it sat upon its throne on the outskirts of the city. Silk sheets rustled as Paul sat up, mouth gaping open in a yawn as he stretched his limbs; he was interrupted, however, when a hand came up from behind and jabbed him in the side teasingly, causing him to retract with a squeal of surprise. He whipped around to glare petulantly at the boy who laid sprawled out next to him, head propped up against the pillows, playful grin painted on his face.

"Dickhead. I was just tryna' stretch."

"You made it too easy!" John chuckled, reaching up to wrap an arm around his lover's stomach and pull him towards him - the younger rested his arms on his chest and gazed down at him with a lopsided affectionate grin, cheeks dusted pink.

"Shut up."

"Nah, I don't think I will."

The raven-haired boy just rolled his eyes, leaning forward to capture his lips with his own. John smiled into the kiss, sinking a hand into the other's ebony locks and running it through them; he scooted up into a sitting position as they kissed, Paul straddling his thighs as he rested his hands on his shoulders. After a few seconds John broke away with a content sigh, wrapping his arms comfortably around the younger's lower back.

"I missed kissing you so much." He smiled lazily up at him.

"Me too," He agreed, resting his head on his chest, drawing lazy circles with his finger on his shoulder. "I.." he trailed off with a shy giggle. "never thought I'd be doin' this."

"What d'y'mean?"

"Kissing the prince of Liverpool in his bedroom." He shrugged nonchalantly, rolling off the other and running a hand through his hair, gazing up at the scene around him with furrowed brows. "I resented you so much at first.. and I resented George and Ringo for being friends with you. And.. I've never felt this way about another man before."

John scooted over to be next to him, gazing at him in concern as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I get it. Rich people are snobby cunts." He chuckled to himself a little. The many memories of encountering those exact people flooded his mind, making him curl his lips in disgust at experiences.