Paris '61 (McLennon smut)

eight (**)

Traveling south. That’s all John kept talking to Paul about for the first ten minutes or so of their walking. They discussed their first destination as being London. John was practicing a posh accent, jokingly. “When someone pulls up, I know what I’m gonna say. ‘Hello, nice day t'you, sir, may we please accompany you on your safe travels?’”

“No, no. I think then I’m going to come in behind you and say, ‘Yes, see, we are very sorry for troubling you, kind fellow. But seein’ that you are already heading south anyway, y’know, I hope you find it shall only help us, and we would be eternally grateful.’” Paul laughed as he finished, finding his own words to be hysterical. And in doing so, it was Paul who made John’s eyes crinkle and stomach muscles ache so bad from chuckling for a change. And he knew it wasn’t even that funny. It was more of a you had to be there type of thing. He even had to take a break from walking just to catch his breath. Paul smacked his hand over John’s back but not too hard to help him as he coughed because he sucked in too much air. Mind you, this was all still due to the fit of laughter he had got just because of one thing Paul joked about saying. John knew right then that once he had gotten him to laugh like this that they were soulmates, he decided. There could be no turning back now. Finding someone that gets you and can make you pull out a whole new side of yourself has to be what the whole idea of a soulmate was invented for.

This made a curious driver stop to see what was going on. He was a working businessman, driving a navy blue 1954 Jaguar MK VI. John knew that this guy had to have been loaded. He straightened himself up immediately as the man rolled down the window in order to see.

“Where you all headed? Everything alright?” the guy asked, tilting his head as he spoke.

“Just gear, yeah,” spoke John with a charismatic smile. “He just caught me up laughin’. We’re headed south. The carpool we had set for us fell through. Now we might miss our mandatory business meeting.” John made up a lie on the spot. Although they joked about speaking proper, he dialed it back a few notches just to appeal to the man and make him perhaps feel a bit sorry. Paul adjusted the hat on his own head and smiled warmly in the background.

“Oh. Must be in luck, then, gentlemen. Hop in the back. Farthest I can drop you off at is Warrington.” He unlocked the back door for the pair, Paul feeling as though he could trust this older gentleman. He seemed important himself, a suitcase sitting in the passenger’s seat.

The two got in and thus their trip began.

“Care if we smoke in ‘ere?” asked John nonchalantly, the man insisting that they can. He told them he smoked himself on occasion. So John lit Paul a cigarette and then lit his own. John smirked as they both took a drag from it, pinching Paul’s knee. “A bit too roomy back here, don’t you think? What kind of high class needs so much leg room?” he whispered in his ear, sending shivers down the latter’s spine unknowingly. They quietly giggled and listened to the music that was playing, not liking it too much but not having any control over it. John felt content with his mate by his side. And as he turned over to face Paul, all he could think about was kissing the space just behind and below Paul’s ear. He dreamt of it before. Remembering it, John smirked to himself. It was so vivid in his mind.

John’s Dream (John’s POV)

‘Fuck, don’t stop, John,’ Paul panted, and I obliged wholeheartedly. My hand parted his knees and snaked up to his middle, palming him just to hear him beg for me. We were on some couch, I wasn’t sure of the actual place. ‘Can y’please… Please kiss me?’ he politely asked.

I couldn’t say no to that request so I licked my lips before pushing him down on the couch, fingers tangling throughout the thick, dark hair as I sucked on his neck. ‘You’re so beautiful, angel,’ I moaned against his skin. ‘Don’t hold back… Just let me hear ya…’

Paul appeared to be so embarrassed for some reason, cheeks red and chest rising then falling quickly. It was hot and heavy, I couldn’t resist fixing his head to the left and licking a stripe from his ear down to his neck. Paul whined, pining his neck out so I’d have more room I suppose. But I didn’t want his neck, I went back up to the skin below his ear. Sucking on it roughly and letting my teeth scrape against his soft flesh. When I was satisfied with the reddened color I then kissed his lips, my tongue slowly running along his bottom lip.

That was all that went on in it, Lennon left guessing that when Paul went to actually touch him in the dream, he woke up. John could almost feel how it would've felt, and recalled the way it bloody sounded so real. He wanted that badly right now. Being with someone merely inches away from you and fantasizing to kiss them doesn’t do too well on your eyes; he knew Paul was starting to wonder why he kept staring at him. So he leaned forward.

“Doesn’t this man seem like the real deal? What a sorry sod,” he whispered, trying his best to not make his dream become real. But it’s just right there though, John thought, I can almost taste him. God, this is driving me crazy.

The whisper sent a shiver down Paul’s spine again, causing him to accidentally move towards the feeling. John’s wet lips touched the same skin John had been longing for. John moved away quickly and apologized, making Paul blush and turn to look outside the window.

“S’fine,” Paul hid his face best he could. But John saw the red creeping on his cheeks, and practically gasped.

“No fuckin’ way,” John mumbled so the guy couldn’t hear. “You didn’t really just turn all pink, did ya?”

"Sod it," Paul shook his head and bit the inside of his cheek, seeming like he was the lovesick homosexual now. And John liked this; it was all he needed to know that his subtle flirting didn’t need to stop.