Paris '61 (McLennon smut)

seven

After a bit of mindless but silent walking, John told Paul they oughta enter this blue-themed diner, one with only nice cars in the parking lot. It suggested to him that only posh people could eat there if cars that expensive were parked in the lot. Paul laughed at that logic but he couldn’t deny that fact.

“I wouldn’t want t’cause your pocket to be empty, though.” Paul tried to make John change his mind. Lennon wasn’t having it; once his mind was made up, he wouldn’t be able to change it.

“Now come on, my darling Paul! After you. We ain’t gonna spend all of it here.” He opened the door to the eatery, a genuine smile on his face. Paul blushed only a bit as he entered the place, composing himself as best he could. He tried not to think too much unhelpful and unreasonable thoughts of John possibly being a bit too friendly with him. He knew he could easily be mistaken with his own personal feelings, just searching—clinging on any reason for it to be even remotely considered.

The day edged on as the pair went around to a consignment shop later on in the afternoon, making it to the local clothing store. And there is where John finally found an accessory that gave him an idea on what to do.

Bowler hats.

“Paul! Look over there and tell me what you see, will ye?” John laughed, pointing a finger at the shelf the hats resided on.

“A bunch of rubbish hats?”

“No, ye wanker. They’re not just any hats. They’re bowler hats. I say we get a couple and head south. Might have someone think we’re important and give us a ride far out of here.” As John went on explaining his new plan, Paul went over to them to get a better look. Of course—hearing all of John’s words made the latter giggle. John could always make him laugh in the most embarrassing ways, right now finding himself laughing in a higher pitch than normal. He covered his mouth and nodded fast, over and over. This had to be the greatest adventure that was soon to come.

“God, yeah,” he controlled his laughter up a bit. “That’ll work, you know? You must be a fuckin’ piece of art, Lenny! I knew I should’ve brought an extra pair of me trousers.”

John chuckled at that, but having no reason to want to go back to Paul’s, he handed him the bag of clothes he brought for himself. If he remembered correctly, John threw random pieces of clothing in the bag in the first place. He probably packed more than he would need alone anyway. He would do just fine in the outfit he was already wearing for a second day if it came to it. But he needn’t worry right away, because that could come later.

“You don’t have to do this for me, you know? These are your clothes.”

“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ I put a couple more things in there than I needed so I don’t ever mind sharing with ye.” John reassured his friend, heart fluttering at the mere thought of the image of Paul wearing his shirt and own kecks to bed… And, in the depths of his mind he wanted nothing more than to be the one to take those articles off of him as well.

Paul checked inside and sure enough, John did pack a few more extras than he thought he did.

“But…where exactly south should we aim for?” Paul questioned on, making John roll his eyes in amusement. He didn’t know why he had so many questions!

John pondered on that thought for a moment, humming and tapping his foot.

“Well, like I’ve been always wantin’ to take a holiday to, maybe the two of us could make it to somewhere real far and hot, y’know? I’m tired of all this cold and rain.”

“How far are you thinkin'?”

“Somewhere different. Like, say…Spain. Yeah. I wanna go there. Y’think we could make it? Just by hitchin’ rides a-and that?”

“With all that money, sure. It may take a day or two but we could do it. How ‘bout it then?”

“Gear, let's head out.”

As they walked for a bit, he wondered what his dad would think if he knew about where he went. Then he thought about what George would say…considering he tried to insinuate Paul having feelings for John. While his mind was on the topic, he realized something… Their shows! They had sets to play!

“But John… wait. Wait. We-we have a couple gigs starting in three days! We can’t just skip outta town.” Paul exclaimed, thinking of their other band mates and how they would feel if they just up and left them without any warning.

“I don’t care. I know I need some time away. Don’t ye think it would do us some good? Alone together with no distractions, all the time in the world t’get verses wrote.  We might get some great songs on hand, I’m thinkin’, with the new sights we’ll see and all.” John selected a new hat he was about to purchase, urging Paul to do the same.

Paul smiled at that, crinkling his eyes in pure happiness of how much fun they were about to endure. “All right, then. I can’t wait.” He told him finally after he had a hat in hand as well. John went up and paid for them, and before they knew it, the songwriting pair were off to find a willing vehicle to start their process of making new memories, place by place.