Paris '61 (McLennon smut)

seventeen **

a/n: sorry for how dirty I made this fic but honestly I love to think IF they were together like that they probably would go fuckin crazy for the first couple weeks lol nymphs

also, abrupt kinda way to end the book but not much else to write about. maybe I will add one more chapter about their return home and the struggle that comes with sneaking around.

John squeezed McCartney's full arse cheeks in a haze at the lustrous way McCartney was looking up at him, as if the innocent man were waiting for an order to be given. Lips so full and parted, practically begging John to take them on his own.

“How do you look perfect without tryin’?” asked the elder, adoration seeping out from his words.

McCartney blushed. “I don’t.”

“Mm yes you do…” He pulled him in for a soft peck. “So pretty. Nothin’ can compare to how ye sound when you’re getting fucked, y’know. You must not know how hot ye are.”

Paul couldn’t believe how filthy John had sounded as he bit his lip. He knew the man was very dominant with the ladies, but to hear Lennon talk like that to him made his heart skip several beats. “John…” he blushed a vibrant shade of pink at how deeply John’s words affected him. “…D-don’t talk like that.” Paul’s words didn’t reflect his true feelings. He quite liked the rough tone. John knew it, too, because Paul was already sporting a budding erection. The elder could feel it pressing, aching against his thigh.

“You like it though, Macca,” John made it clear that he saw the hard on by harshly grabbing it through his pants, taunting him. The younger groaned at his dick being handled so rough. At the same time, it rather excited him, really. He just wanted to drag this on and let John do whatever he wanted to him. The guitarist liked to fuel his fire. It became like a sort of game now to him. Changing positions, he flipped Paul onto his back so that he could freely roam the other’s body. “See? You’re hard. Just like I knew you would be. You like how I talked to ye…”

Paul blinked a few times away from his stare, licking his lips. “I-it’s from all the kissing we done!” he lied.

“Oh, good!” John said sarcastically, laughing at how pathetic the lie sounded. “So that means we’re done ‘ere then?” he moved his hand away slowly, causing Paul to whine a bit.

“N-no! I mean—” he moved John’s hand back over top of his clothing-covered dick, “John… Y-you know what I need…” Paul gave him a pleading look, hoping maybe John would let him have this go on without teasing him about it. He was ashamed to voice how much he found John’s taunting words and touches sexy. John thought there was no fun in that at all.

“Yeah? And what is it that you need, baby?” John kissed the corner of Paul’s lips, trailing them down his neck. He had learned that Paul loved the way it felt when he kissed there.

“You know… Come on! I-it jus’ feels different and I’m not used to talking so…so—” he drew out the last word in thought, but he was cut short from that train of thought so soon.

“Queer?” John finished the sentence for the man leaving him speechless. He was certainly taken aback by how blunt John was being. Then again, Paul has known him for a few years now so how much more straightforward could he get? John was always the one that spoke his mind, always first getting to the point eventually. So, even though John was like that in other aspects, he wasn’t prepared for how he blurted it out as if didn’t bother him. They were two scousers for god’s sake. How was he able to freely throw the term about like that?!

“What?” John asked when he saw Paul’s face in shock. “Paul, honey, it’s no secret that we’re both queer here. Right? You fucked me, didn’t ya? The same goes as I fucked you, didn’t I? You enjoy this all too much to say anything less about it. I just want ya to admit it. I wanna hear it come from those delicious lips of yours.”

The boy looked up at the ceiling as he bit his bottom lip in thought. Paul fought back a snicker, honestly. And then gave in at that, knowing John had no intention to be hurtful in any way. It made sense really, once John had put it that way. He let out a nervous laughter as he nodded hesitantly. “I mean, yeah…”

“What’s there to be afraid of, Paulie?” John asked sweetly, although his cute demeanor was short lived when he let his hand down to squeeze Paul’s dick again. “We’re in bloody Paris on a holiday together. Nobody’ll ever know what we did.”

“I—I dunno,” Paul’s breath hitched in the back of his throat at the sudden action, legs slowly coming apart so John could have more room to explore him. “It’s so new…that’s all.”

John slipped his hand under both layers of clothing the boy had on his lower half, finally having a hold on his bare cock. He roughly tugged on it as his slick, calloused fingers closed around his shaft. Hardening him all the way up after a few up and down flicks of the wrist, he laughed once again at how pathetic Paul’s attempt of fighting the urge to let this happen. McCartney whimpered. And that gave John a reason to tease him about it again.

“Aww. Ya want it, don’t ye? Just fuckin’ admit it. Don’t hide it. We’re alone.” John had such a good way of making Paul feel so safe and secure as he assured him that they had nothing to worry about. John kissed him on his forehead, smirking against his skin.

“O-okay… Keep touchin’ me, Johnny. I like it… I know you can tell…” Paul didn’t hold back this time. He was completely fine once the realization that nobody could hurt him here as long as they were totally alone. Nobody else but John would tease him like this. Lennon wouldn’t dare utter anything about their bedroom antics together. It could be the couple’s dirty secret, one that will stay between them. John kept the teasing handjob up. With his warm hand running along the veins of his cock, he left a sloppy wet kiss on Paul’s jawline causing a small hum from the boy in response.

“You’re cute,” John chuckled, undoing the button on Paul’s pants. “I’m gonna be real easy on yer sweet arse, I promise.” Once they were undone, he slid them off to the floor. He worked on getting his own off not too far behind.