Paris '61 (McLennon smut)

twelve **

Warning: filthy smut ahead. I wrote them as being so unprepared…  I’m sorry




Paul nodded. “I promise I won’t,” he sighed and moved his lips down John’s jawline, finally stopping when he reached his neck. Lennon was in awe. He was the most happiest he’d ever been in his life. That amount of money his aunt had given him meant nothing to him at that moment — his most prized possession was right in front of him.

The younger found John's damn black shirt was in the way and never said anything about it; instead he reached for the hem of it to rip it off. All Paul knew was that he needed to go lower. Using words was physically exhausting. He decided to explore this man for now. Nothing could hurt him if he was in charge.

Once John’s shirt was off, Paul sat back to take his own off as well. He returned to take his place kissing John, their crotches almost directly touching if not for their underwear. Paul whined when they rubbed up against each other and was extremely embarrassed by the noise he made. He had no intention of feeling so inferior in this scenario, so vulnerable to John’s touch down there. It felt like John’s bulge against his own was the answer to every single question he ever had. If not for the lights being on where they could see each other clearly, Paul might have done something about their underwear being on right away, but because they were clearly seeing one another, it made him shy away from wanting to touch him.

John didn’t force Paul to touch him at all. He simply bucked his hips up to try and show him that they didn’t have to be so hands-on just yet.

Paul understood that they both needed to grind against one another for the time being. It felt so fucking stimulating to rock his hips against John’s prick, breathing hard. “Christ, I—I need you,” his voice shook, “Fuck, Johnny, what do I do?” Paul pleaded innocently, almost on the verge of giving in to this game. He so badly wanted to…fuck him. How would they go about it? Would John even want that to happen? His brain went crazy thinking of just letting go his defenses and pounding John like he would a girl. His cock hurt from being ignored, fighting every urge in him not to help himself out.

“What do you want to do?” John asked, opening his legs for Paul to fit between them. Paul’s head fell back as he groaned, this sight almost becoming too much to handle. How could he go about telling John he wanted to take him right here?

“Tell me what you want. I can make it happen ‘s long as you tell me.” John’s words almost intentionally teased him. Intoxicated him, even. It was like he was being brainwashed or something. He didn’t know he could feel so inclined as to want to do this sort of thing.

“I…you…do…can I…can we…” Paul couldn’t seem to form the right words together, so unsure as to how to get John to agree to that. He assumed John wouldn’t ever want that or maybe John wanted to be the one to fuck, but he wasn’t ready to lay down and take it that way just yet. Sure, although the thought of being under him shook him to his core, he couldn’t see that in his fantasy right now. Paul wanted John right now in his exact position.

Thankfully, John could sense that maybe that was on Paul’s mind. And he didn’t much want to talk about it, either. But John forced himself to spit something out.

“Do y’want me to…take it? I could, y’know,” John started to pull down his boxers and Paul stopped him.

“What do I do?” he asks, not wanting to do anything wrong to John. His head was fogged by the sheer filthiness of how desirable John looked.

“I…I’ve never done it before. But … We can go slow. I…I think you need t’use spit on me, at least.” John was nervous for this just as much as Paul was, if not a bit more. He never pictured them going this far before on the first go-around, but everything was so fast and too right that he never complained. He allowed it to go down that way.

Paul moved his hand and let John go on with removing his boxers. Once they were off, Paul worked hard to get his off quickly as well. He kicked them to the floor and watched John’s erection leak pre-cum.

“Can I…touch you?” John asked politely, wanting to make his cock wet for him to take it easier. He obviously wanted to feel how big he was, too—but only for his own conscience, so that he could mentally prepare himself for the stretch that was soon to come.

Paul slowly nodded, not allowing himself to look him in the eyes right away. John spit in his hand quietly before wrapping it around Paul’s length, making sure to focus extra attention to the tip. His heart sped up at just how long he was. He might have been just a tad bigger than him, he thought, nervous.

Once it was coated nice, John helped Paul line up at his hole. “Slow, please,” he reminded, “And hurry up…go on and do it before I change me mind.” John liked to keep a bit of humor involved so it wasn’t so awkward.

Paul nervously laughed at that in response. He moved John’s hand away and decided he would guide it in by himself. It was a bit strange, but when the tip finally was inserted, John squeezed his eyes shut and felt around for any sort of cover to put over his face. He really didn’t want Paul to see how contorted his face might get as this progressed, and it was so painful right at this point.

Paul held back any noises he wished to make because it didn’t seem fair right now. He inched in more and more until he was finally all the way inside of John, using his hands to hold up both of his legs. John let out a little whimper at how much Paul stretched him out, wishing he would move and try to get this feeling better for him. He knew there had to be something else involved in this sort of sex and couldn’t help but want the better end of it. Also, he knew that Paul was only used to this setting for now. John was too, obviously, but he was always the one more open to things right away.

“Come on,” John urged him on, his voice muffled by the blanket he had over his face. “Move.” He tried to work his hips against Paul, but that fell flat as he let out a gasp. For a brief moment he was met with the best feeling he could ever receive, but as soon as it was there, it disappeared.

“What?” Paul stopped him from moving, pinning his hips down. He thought he may have hurt him.

“No, don’t,” John could barely make out, “Just do it already, fuckin’ hell… Who cares if—if it bloody hurts, I need it.”

Paul couldn’t take the way John’s voice shook, that alone nearly making him close. He obliged and slowly began rocking his hips in and out, lifting John’s left leg up to try and make it easier.

“John,” he moaned out on accident, the tight warmness around him feeling incredible. He had not ever felt something so good before, never before feeling so close to somebody. He rolled his hips inward and slowly pulled almost all the way out, repeating it. His speed was increasing gradually, although he still never went too fast just yet, needing to feel this closeness as long as he could.

John whimpered softly under the blanket, taking it as best he could. It was still a bit hard for Paul to move inside of him so he spit on his fingers, reaching down and coating as much of Paul as he could when the outwards motions took place.

He found that this was the recipe, allowing himself to feel more comfortable as Paul took him. “Yeah, oh God, that’s it,” John’s walls relaxed around Paul’s cock for the first time, and that’s when he felt that overwhelming pleasure again. “Give me it, Paul, fuck!”

Paul could not say no to that. When he heard how filthy…how dirty…how sinful John sounded when he hit the right spot, he couldn’t help but fuck into him harder and quicker. “Like that?” he groaned, Paul grabbing both of John’s hands. He pinned them on either side of his head, taking even more control over this man on his back. He freed one to throw the blanket off of John’s face, bending down and kissing him with one hundred percent lust.

“Yeah, Christ,” John cried out when they parted, arms wrapping around Paul’s neck. “Fuck me…”

John whined more and more and let Paul go at it, forcing his eyes to stay shut in pure pleasure. It still was an odd sensation, but he felt the best he ever had when Paul was as deep as he could go.

“You like it like that?” Paul asked, sending chills down John’s spine at the emphasis of the word ‘that’. He was full on allowing himself to take all the charge in the world, pounding his friend as hard as he could. He was really good at pleasuring women, and John knew that, but to be on the receiving end of it made him cry out.

“Yes!” was all he could let out in reply, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead.

“Johnny, God, you feel so good around me,” Paul admitted as he rested his head in the crook of John’s neck, finding a new angle. His thrusts died down a bit, wanting to make John feel every single inch he had to offer. “Gonna make me cum so soon.”

John couldn’t say anything in response but let out a higher pitched moan, and to put it quite simply, he was getting absolutely wrecked by this man.

The only sounds heard in the room were Paul’s balls slapping against John’s ass and the soft, cute little moans escaping from John’s lips. This only made it harder for Paul to contain himself. He worked so hard to bring them both to their climax, and somehow John knew he was due to release any second.

“Ahh, oh fuck!” Paul grunted, thrusting his cum deep into John. “So tight…”

“Yeah, fucking don’t you dare stop, please, almost there!” John pleaded him, wrapping a hand around his own member. He was shocked when Paul moved his hand from himself, and replaced it with his own. Just the feeling of Paul guiding him to release made him cum instantly, urging Paul to get out of him immediately.

“Out, oh my God, it’s too much!”

Paul listened without hesitation, and when he pulled out, he collapsed next to him. They were soon facing each other, panting and all worn out.

John covered the two of them up quickly, wiping the hair out of both of their faces.

“You’re the best lay I’ve ever had.” John panted, pulling Paul to rest his head on John’s shoulder.

“God, yeah. Of course you’re mine as well. Should we shower?”

“No, I like it. Let’s stay right here forever.” John kissed his friend’s nose and settled down in a spot. Paul jokingly made a face at how he knew John was filled up completely with his seed, thinking he was even more filthy that he was willing to allow it to stay inside. Paul didn’t know what he was getting himself into, but he did know he was sure that it should never stop.