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George wasn’t sure when John had stopped joking around with him. It must have happened a couple of weeks ago. They were on their American tour, and Geo was sharing a hotel room with Paul. Ever since then, for some reason, John had started to become very standoffish around him. George didn't know what he’d done to deserve this.

That was, until John pulled him into the shared bathroom in the Beatles’ suite. Ringo was already sitting on the counter there, and George looked between the two of them in some confusion and surprise. “Er... is everything alright? Why have I been kidnapped to the bathroom with the two of you?”

Ringo looked a bit concerned, glancing at John. “Well, John. It was your idea, so go ahead.”

John grinned evilly, putting an arm around George and ruffling his hair. George groaned in annoyance and pulled away. He hated when John did that. It made him feel like a child. “Get on with it, Lennon,” he grumbled. “Paul and Brian will be back soon, and they’ll be wondering what we’re all doing in the loo together.”

“Well, Georgie,” John clasped his hands together. “We're going to start a little bet.”

George raised his eyebrow, “A bet? What is it?” He looked over to Ringo for an explanation, but the man wouldn’t even look at him. John grinned wildly, “You and I are going to compete to see who can sleep with Paul first.”

George’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, “We... We're what?!” His gaze went to Ringo. “Rings... you can't possibly be agreeing to something like this! We... why would any of us…? We’re not queer!”

John rolled his eyes, saying, “Speak for yourself, Georgie. Nothin’ wrong with a little faggotry, is there?” He laughed.

Ringo sighed. “I’m just the moderator, Georgie. I don't know where John got this idea, trust me.”

John beamed, wrapping an arm around George. “Well, let’s see. Where did I get the idea?” He chuckled, glancing at George, "It's so obvious, George. I see the way you fuckin’ look at him. You definitely want in on this bet. Or am I wrong?"

George glared, pulling away from John and growling, “Fuck off Lennon. You’re wrong. I don’t look at Paul like — ”

“Yes, you do,” John grinned.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Paul’s voice came through. “Lads? Are you in there? What are you doing in the bathroom?” George immediately turned red.

“We’re competing to see who can piss the hardest!” John called through the door, and Paul snorted, rolling his eyes.

He could be ridiculous sometimes. Paul loved his friends enough to tolerate their weird competitions, though, so he just shrugged it off. He didn’t have any reason to think they had ulterior motives, after all.

“Okay... Well, I’ll be in Geo and I’s room when you boys are done. I was hoping we could share some food. I got takeout,” Paul said, gently knocking the door frame. “Don't tell me who wins unless it’s Geo. The rest of you don't need the boost to your ego.”

With that, he went out to tune his bass and wait. He was hoping they could spend some quality time together as friends rather than bandmates, because he’d noticed John and George bickering and avoiding each other more often than usual.

“I hate all of this,” said Ringo, shaking his head. “Geo, it’s okay if you’re queer, but I don’t want you two taking advantage of Paul. He doesn’t know a thing about this. And besides — how am I supposed to moderate this? Do you want me to watch whoever, er... wins? Should I be getting involved? Because I can’t see that happening.”

John laughed and turned to Ringo. “You’re in charge of the rules: 1) no forcing anything on Paulie. That’s fucked up. 2) We keep it a secret amongst the three of us. Paul can't know about it. And 3) no outside help.” He sighed, asking Geo, “So are you gonna join this bet or not?” 

George glared, “I’m not joining a stupid bet over who can sleep with — ”

“You’re just mad because you know I’ll win,” John gloated, grinning at George.

Geo immediately felt anger and irritation roll through his body. He always felt like John was one-upping him in everything, especially in their relationship with Paul. Ever since John had joined the picture a few years ago, the two were inseparable, and George wasn’t as close with Paul as he used to be.

George held out his hand. “You have a fucking deal.”

John beamed and shook it, turning to Ringo. “Do we have a deal, Richie?”

“ Fine, but if you two start hurting Paul’s feelings, the bet is over,” Ringo sighed dramatically. “So be careful. I can’t believe I’m even allowing this to happen if I’m honest with myself.”

John was practically giddy as the three of them exited the bathroom. He ran over to Paul and sat down next to him on the floor, probably too close for comfort. He wrapped an arm around the back of the bed behind Paul and grinned. “Hey, Paulie. What song are you workin’ on?”

George frowned at the two of them, and he went to sit on Paul’s other side. “Did... Didn’t you say you had some take out to share?”

Paul grinned, setting his bass aside to grab the bags of Chinese takeout that he’d snagged from a nearby restaurant. He untied the knot in the handles and offered George the box on top. John seemed frustrated by that point, so Paul quickly handed him a box, too. He didn't want John to get the impression that he was being ignored. He was Paul’s favorite person in the world, a rank which was challenged only by Geo, but John could be quite clingy when he got in the mood for it.

“I made sure there’s no extra spice in yours, Rings. Made ‘em mark the box with an X and everything,” Paul chatted, opening up a box of fried rice for himself. “It smelled amazing there, I mean it. I’m going to have to make you all check the place out for yourselves before we leave — and soon, before word gets out that the Beatles ate there.”

Paul relaxed against his edge of the bed, careful not to spill anything on the comforter. With all of them piled around the hotel room rug, there wasn't much room to spread out, so Paul found himself smushed between John and George’s shoulders. He didn’t mind, though. They were all good friends here. There was nothing strange about giving his friends a little physical affection — hell, he and John even held hands every now and then. It wasn’t in a queer sort of way; it was just how they were.

“Good god, I was starving,” Paul laughed. He set his box to the side, but before he could even ask for a napkin, he felt George dabbing at his face with his own. Paul turned towards him, his brow arched, and watched George flush bright red, avoiding his gaze.

John was on his feet straight away, puttering about and clearing his boxes and silverware. “You’d ought to relax, Paulie, taking care of us all like this,” he said, shooting Paul a wink that made his stomach twist in knots. “Just take a load off. You want a drink?”

“What’s going on with them?” Paul asked, looking at Ringo with a lighthearted chuckle. Ringo looked like he might pass out, but Paul chalked it up to low blood sugar and hunger. “You all need to eat your dinner, you know. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow... So, you know.”

“I dunno. They’re probably low cuz I won the pissing contest.” Ringo laughed nervously. He didn’t know what to say, feeling a bit sick about this whole bet. He didn’t think it was a good idea, and he wasn’t sure how John had convinced him, or how he’d convinced George either! Geo was usually so level-headed. He didn’t like this one bit.

George was busy blushing at having touched Paul’s face with the napkin. He wasn’t sure how on earth he was going to have sex with the man if he couldn’t even get past touching him without getting flustered. He could tell John was trying just as hard to keep Paul’s attention, and it was irritating to him.

John made himself and Paul a drink, handing the whiskey to Paul and plopping down next to him. Ringo got up to make his own drink, and asked Geo if he wanted one too. Soon, all four Beatles were sitting on the floor, drinking their alcohol. Paul was a bit of a lightweight, so after one drink, he was already giggly and happy.

John watched Paul’s adorable cheeks becoming red from the alcohol, and he couldn’t help the pit of excitement in his stomach at the thought that he might get the chance to sleep with Paul. Not tonight, of course! But sometime in the near future, he would. John knew he could beat George at this. George was far too shy. In fact, he’d started this bet just to find an excuse to sleep with Paul, and he thought that George didn’t stand a chance against him.

John suddenly got a horrible idea. “Let’s play truth or dare,” he grinned. George immediately choked on his drink, glaring at John for a brief moment until Paul laughed and agreed to play. George changed his attitude then. He knew that if John and Paul were playing, he should play too, especially if he wanted a chance with Paul.

Ringo looked uncomfortable, but he decided to join as well. John chuckled, saying, “Paulie, you go first. Truth or dare?” When Paul chose dare, John grinned evilly. George was sure that he was going to dare Paul to kiss him, but he was shocked when John said, “I dare you to kiss Geo.” 

George lit up bright red, glaring at John when Paul wasn’t looking. Why would he do that?! Was it to show that Paul would never want to be with him if he said no?

Paul paused, caught off guard, but after a long moment, he burst into drunken giggles. John was ridiculous, honestly. He probably thought Paul would refuse to do as he said just to avoid looking like a queer, but Paul wasn’t so insecure about himself — especially not with a little liquid courage in his system. He turned towards George, grabbing his wrist to give it a warning squeeze, and then leaned in to connect their lips. The kiss was short and uncoordinated. When Paul pulled back, George was red like a cherry. Paul grinned at him, playfully nuzzling his shoulder.

“You don’t have to look so flustered, Georgie. I’m not so bad, am I? I’m not a bird, but that’s alright,” he teased, drumming his fingers as he looked around at the other boys. “John, you’re next! Truth or dare?”

Paul didn’t understand why George and John seemed so tense, but he was hoping the alcohol would help them shake it off. Personally, he probably needed to slow down soon. He already felt pretty lightheaded. He grabbed John’s hand while he waited for his friend to answer, humming to himself. He could feel George leaning against his side.

John was staring at Paul like he had two heads. He hadn't thought that Paul would actually go through with it. He scowled a bit, trying not to act too jealous as Paul asked him truth or dare. He felt Paul take his hand, and he decided he couldn't be angry with Paul for doing something he'd dared him to do. He'd one-up George soon enough. John smiled, squeezing Paul's hand. "Alright, Paulie. I'll pick a dare too."

Ringo held his hands up. “Just to be clear, I don’t want to be kissed.”

“Aww, Richie. Paul hasn’t even dared me yet!” John laughed. He watched George lean up against Paul’s other side and immediately tensed up, but tried to relax as he felt Paul squeeze his hand back and dare him to—“Take off your pants, Lennon.”

George was still trying not to overreact about the kiss that Paul had given him. Paul had just kissed him like it was no big deal. Maybe he did have a chance at this after all.

John tried not to act nervous or aroused by Paul practically ordering him to take off his pants. He grinned cheekily. “Oh? What’s next, Paulie? You wanna see my balls or something?" 

Paul was giggling drunkenly, and he started to chant, “Take them off! Take them off!” John stood up and undid his belt, tugging his trousers down and off.

He sat back down, and Paul was still laughing, clinging to John’s arm like a lifeline. John grinned and took his hand again. “Okay, Mr. Giggles, who should I ask next?” Paul leaned over and whispered in his ear, much to Geo’s dismay. John smirked and looked at George, asking, “Geo, truth or dare?”

He froze, murmuring, “I... I’ll do truth.”

He didn’t want to pick a dare, lest John tell him to do something incredibly embarrassing. John grinned widely. “Hmm... are you queer?” Ringo turned sheet white, and George stared at him with wide eyes.

Paul, who hadn’t caught on to anything, burst into a fit of giggles again, shaking his head. “Johnny, you can’t ask something like that! Of course Geo's not queer!”

George felt like he might be sick. He laughed it off, “O-Of course I’m not.” He turned to Ringo, about to ask him truth or dare when John pried, “You're supposed to tell the truth, lad.”

Ringo snapped, “John. Knock it off. I'll pick dare, Geo.” George was happy to have been saved by Ringo. George dared him to, “Chug the rest of your drink in one go.”

The rest of the truth or dare game was mostly uneventful. Paul noticed George and John bickering more than they normally might, but he was a little too tipsy to care. Eventually, George and Ringo went off to get ready for bed, leaving John and Paul alone.

John grinned. “Let’s go for a ciggy, yeah?” Paul giggled drunkenly and took John’s hand, dragging him out onto the balcony. John took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Paul, lighting up Paul’s first and then his own.

Paul sighed contently and looked out onto the city, leaning against the balcony with his elbows and smiling. John thought he looked incredibly cute like this: all drunken and giggly, smoking a cigarette while bent over the balcony. Well… the last part was a little more sexy than cute.

John suddenly developed a wicked idea. He sighed dramatically, pretending as though something was bothering him. He sat down at the little chairs on the balcony, watching Paul look over at him with some concern.

“Everything okay, Johnny?” Paul asked.

“M fine,” John laughed it off, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Mhm,” Paul hummed, going to sit in the other chair and placing a hand on John’s knee. “You know you can tell me anything, right? What’s on your mind?”

John couldn’t help feeling tingly at Paul’s touch, and he wanted so desperately to drag him forward and plant a kiss on his lips, but he refrained. He frowned, pretending to be a lot more upset about this than he actually was.

“Well...” John said as he sucked in a deep breath. “I... I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but... I guess I never really knew how to bring it up to you. You’re... you’re my best mate, Paulie. So you deserve to know.”

“Christ, John,” Paul frowned. “Are you dying of cancer or something? You’re kind of freaking me out.”

John chuckled a bit, unable to help himself. “No, Paulie,” he explained. “It’s... It’s about Stu. He and I — well we used to — kind of do queer shite together.”

He hoped Stu would forgive him for using him in this scheme. It wasn’t like it was a lie . They had done queer shit together, but Stu likely wouldn’t want anyone else to know. John looked at Paul’s face out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge Paul’s response.

Paul’s eyes widened, looking quite shocked at this revelation. He didn’t have anything to say at first. He looked like he was thinking. John felt anxious all of a sudden. What if this plan backfired? What if Paul thought he and Stu were disgusting for what they’d done together?

“Well?” John asked nervously. “Say something , Paulie. Yer worryin’ me.”

Paul put out his cigarette in the ashtray, eyes a bit glazed over. He looked like he was lost in thought for a moment. Finally, he responded, placing a gentle hand on John’s shoulder. “John, you know I’ll always be here for you. Doesn’t matter if you’re queer or... or whatever . Yeah, I’m a little shocked, but... it doesn’t change anything about our friendship.”

John nodded, looking into Paul’s eyes. They were misty, as though he was feeling a bit emotional about this whole thing. John didn’t blame him. Stu had been their good friend, and it had really upset all of the boys when he’d died. Not as much as it had upset John, but... still.

“Thanks, Paul,” John smiled sadly. “That means a lot, you know.”

Then, it was silent between them. Paul awkwardly rubbed his hands together, unable to look at John for the time being. He swallowed thickly before asking, “So, like... what types of queer shit did you two get up to? Like... just kissing, or... or...”

John chuckled. “Why do you wanna know, Paulie?”

“Just... Just curious, I guess. You don’t have to tell me,” Paul blushed.

“No, no,” John insisted. “I’ll tell you. We, uh...”

John thought back to getting on his knees in dark alleyways, sneaking kisses when nobody was looking, etcetera They’d never had penetrative sex, but there were a lot of handies and blow jobs.

“We kissed, yeah,” John reminisced. “And, ye know... I sucked his dick a lot.”

Paul looked surprised by that. “O-Oh... really?”

“Yeah,” John chuckled. “But nothing outside of hand jobs and the like.”

Paul nodded, unable to look John in the eye for the moment. He was blushing furiously at the talk of queer sex, and John was wondering what was going through his head right now. He’d just opened up a world of possibilities to Paul, and perhaps the lad was starting to wonder if he’d like to try some of these things with John.

Paul had always been jealous of Stu and John’s relationship, so perhaps he’d be interested in sleeping with John for the sole purpose of one-upping the bastard, even though he was dead. John wasn’t exactly sure he’d want that as opposed to Paul wanting to fuck him out of pure attraction, but he’d figure it out if it came to that.

It was quiet again. John clasped his hands together. “Well, I think we should go to bed. We have another big day tomorrow, don’t we?”

Paul rubbed the side of his nose and nodded, looking a little distant as he got up and followed John into his and Geo’s hotel room. John tried not to stare as Paul took off his pants and shirt and climbed into bed. He always slept in his underwear.

Geo was already in his bed, snuggled under the covers and trying to fall asleep. Paul climbed into George’s bed, much to John’s surprise. He and Paul always shared a bed, but he didn’t realize that George and Paul did, too. He held back a frown, trying to keep up that playful façade as he walked over and ruffled Paul's hair.

“Night, Paulie,” John said as he tucked him under the covers. He grabbed a discarded pillow off the floor and threw it in George’s direction. “Night Harrison.” With that, he left, and George whined and grumbled swears as he dodged the pillow. He was sleepy from the alcohol, so he cuddled up to Paul without a second thought.

Paul, however, was tossing and turning, keeping Geo awake for a good thirty minutes. George frowned and asked into the darkness, “Is everything okay, Paulie?” He watched as Paul turned to face him, his face looking a bit confused and frustrated as he lay there and stared into George’s brown eyes.

“I just... I was wondering, Geo...” Paul whispered. “Is... Is it okay to have queer thoughts... even if you know you’re not queer?” He looked conflicted, like he was thinking hard about all this. George was surprised by the question. What had he and John been talking about on the balcony? George bravely reached out to place a hand on Paul's shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” George murmured. “I mean... we kissed, didn’t we? So it’s okay.”

“Yeah, but that was just for fun,” Paul replied quickly, brushing it off. “I meant for serious.”

George felt his heart shatter. So Paul hadn’t thought of their kiss as anything more than a dare?

“It’s okay, Paul. Having queer thoughts happens to everyone.” He swallowed thickly, trying to reassure Paul anyway. 

Paul nodded, smiling a little. “Okay, Georgie. Thanks for that. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” George whispered back as he turned over to fall back asleep. Paul yawned and snuggled up behind him, complaining about being cold. George couldn't help but snuggle back, and he fell asleep in Paul’s arms.

Paul yawned himself half-awake in the early light of dawn, furrowing his brow and suppressing a groan of annoyance. The birds were singing far too loudly this morning. He wrapped his arms tighter around the body in front of him, unsure who it was, but too tired to really care. He was more than a little hungover, and he could feel his morning wood twitching against the warm, soft thighs in front of him. Paul could probably fall back asleep like this, he thought. He hummed with pleasure, his breath softening to sleepy little pants as he mindlessly rubbed against —

“Um... Paul?”

Paul’s eyes snapped awake, and he immediately scrambled towards the other edge of the mattress, horrified with himself. Poor George was bright red, nervously wringing his hands, and his eyes were fixed right on Paul’s crotch.

“Were you, um, having a nice dream...? It seemed like you were. I’m s-sorry I woke you up, but I could — well, if you need it, I mean... not in a queer way, just — you know, you — ”

“Fuck. Geo, I'm so sorry,” Paul stammered, shaking his head. “That was so fucked up, I shouldn’t have even —”

“No! No, it’s fine,” Geo replied, holding up his hands. “Actually, I’m — I didn’t mind? I didn’t. Do you want, er, a hand? I can — or, um, a mouth?”

Paul paused, staring at George in shock for a second, and then a relieved sigh punched out of his chest. George was joking. Thank god —t hat meant that Paul hadn’t managed to ruin their friendship completely. At least, not yet.

“You’re funny, Geo,” he said, doing his best to angle his body away from the younger man as he rushed towards the bathroom. “Thanks for understandin’. I’m gonna take a cold shower... or drown myself. I’m sorry I scared you like that.”

George groaned in annoyance after Paul left the room, burying his face in a pillow. Why did he have to be so awkward? Paul had thought he was joking, but he had been serious. Sure, he didn't know what he was doing yet, but it would've been a step in the right direction. He sighed heavily and got up, trying hard not to think about Paul rubbing his erection against George's thighs.

John, meanwhile, was in the shower, busy washing the suds out of his hair when Paul burst through the door. John peaked his head out of the shower, asking, “Need a piss?” 

Then he saw Paul’s predicament. He tried to hide his excitement. Paul had rushed into the bathroom with a hard-on. John tried not to think about how he’d gotten it.

He grinned devilishly. “Morning wood, eh, son?” He chuckled. “Classic.” 

Paul, however, looked a bit panicked. He put the toilet seat down and sat on it, looking around for some lotion and tissue. He needed to take care of this problem, and quick. John wouldn’t mind, would he? They’d masturbated together before.

John emerged from the shower, naked and dripping. Paul felt his cock twitch at the sight. He was mortified at himself. First, humping against Geo, and now this? He quickly shook his head and stopped himself from staring. He needed to get out of here. Maybe he could kick Geo out of their room for a few minutes. Paul got up and grabbed the lotion.

“I’ll be borrowing this,” Paul said, rushing back out of the bathroom before John could say anything. Paul walked into the shared bedroom, finding George getting dressed. He had pants on, but no shirt, and Paul was getting frustrated that he couldn’t catch a fucking break right now. Why was he getting turned on by men, let alone, his best friends?

He swallowed thickly, gripping his clothed cock just to feel something as he watched George bend over to retrieve a shirt from the ground. Fuck, Paul thought. He couldn’t ask for George’s help. Even if George had offered it, he’d been kidding, right? ...Right?

“You’re back?” George looked up as he straightened his stance.

“John’s in the shower,” Paul explained, awkwardly standing there with one hand on his crotch and a bottle of lotion in the other. George stared for a moment before speaking, barely above a whisper.

“Paul... I... I can help.”

It didn't take much convincing outside of that. Paul didn’t even realize he was nodding until he saw George walk over. The poor lad was shaking like a leaf. Paul briefly wondered if he was pressuring Geo to do this. He certainly hoped not. Geo’s not a child, Paul, he reminded himself. He can choose what he wants to do.

Paul didn’t even know what George was doing until the lad got on his knees in front of him, placing two quivering hands on his hips. George squeezed his eyes shut and gave an experimental lick through the thin fabric of Paul's boxers. Paul could’ve cum just from that. He watched George mouth at him through his underwear for about five seconds, about to take them off, when John burst through the door.

George quickly jumped to his feet before John could see what was going on between them.

“Damn it, John!” Paul swore, squeezing past him to go into the bathroom. “Learn to knock!”

Paul closed the door and locked it, sitting down on the toilet and frantically pumping lotion onto his hand. He could still see the wet spot on his boxers from where George had... Jesus, had they really just done that together?

Paul took his cock out and started to stroke it, letting out a shaky moan. He started to jerk himself off, sighing contently at finally getting some relief to his poor dick. He leaned back and tried to think about girls, about Jane, about anything but George.

But it was to no avail. Instantly, images of George on his knees popped into his head. Those wide brown eyes stared up at him as he took his cock into that soft, sweet little mouth of his. Paul groaned and kept stroking, allowing himself to entertain these fantasies of one of his best friends.

“Paulie?” George whispered, his breath hot against Paul’s cock. He opened his mouth a little wider and suckled on the tip, looking a bit nervous and inexperienced. That only turned Paul on more. He rocked his hips into George’s mouth, holding back so that he wouldn’t hurt him. He was growing closer by the second as George sunk up and down, experimentally bobbing his head.

“Fuck...” Paul moaned as he pictured George. “ George! ”

He came all over his hand, reaching next to him to grab some toilet paper to clean himself up. Paul was a bit mortified by what he’d just done. When did he start looking at George in that way?

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“What were you doing?” John asked George as Paul practically ran out of the bedroom. 

George was flushed and anxious, and John knew the two of them must’ve been up to something . How? How did Harrison of all people manage to get up to sexual activities with Paul before John got the chance to?

“Nothing,” George said stubbornly, starting to straighten out the bed sheets. “It’s none of your business, anyway.”

John rolled his eyes, slamming the bedroom door and heading to the bathroom. If Geo wouldn’t tell him, Paul would . Paulie could never keep his mouth shut, especially to John. They always told each other everything.

But as John approached the bathroom, he heard a loud moan. He sighed, leaning against the wall next to the door and waiting for Paul to finish. He must’ve been really worked up, whimpering and groaning as he jerked himself off in the bathroom.

Then, he moaned out, “ George! ” and everything went quiet afterwards. John froze. Had... Had Paul just cum to mental images of George? John was immediately insecure, which meant he was pissed off.

He didn’t stay to confront Paul when he came out. No, instead he went back to his and Ringo’s room, shutting the door angrily behind him. Ringo looked up from reading the newspaper, asking, “Everything alright, John?”

“Yes,” John deadpanned. “It’s all fine and dandy.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” Ringo commented.

“Mind your business, Rings,” John snapped as he started to get ready. He didn’t understand how George Harrison of all people had been able to get farther than John in the matter of a day . John had just confessed to Paul that he’d been doing queer things, opening up to Paul so that maybe the two of them could get up to some shenanigans.

But apparently, Paul wasn’t interested. And that hurt more than anything.

George yawned as he changed into his pajamas, climbing into bed and watching Paul climb into a separate bed. He felt sick to his stomach. All day, Paul had been avoiding him. He felt like he had done something horribly wrong for Paul to treat him like this.

Paul didn’t even want to share a bed anymore. George turned over to face away from Paul as he flicked off the light and settled down too. It was quiet for a while, and Geo was almost certain that Paul had fallen asleep by this point.

But then, Paul spoke into the darkness.

“Georgie?”

George breathed a sigh of relief. Using his nickname meant that Paul couldn’t be too upset with him for what he had done earlier. He licked his lips, clearing his throat to answer, “Y-Yes, Paul?”

“I... I’m sorry,” Paul murmured. “For... For running out earlier. John came in and I... I just panicked. I should’ve kicked him out or something... I dunno. I shouldn’t have just left you there like that. I was... surprised I guess you could say. When you offered to help the first time, I thought you were joking.”

George listened to Paul explain himself, and then he turned over, finding that Paul was already facing him in the dark room. He could still make out Paul’s fluttering eyelashes, his plump lips, and feminine features.

George swallowed thickly before answering, “I... I’m sorry too. I just... I wanted to be good for you...”

He didn’t know what else to say. Suddenly, there was a ruffling of sheets, and Paul was making his way over to George’s bed. He climbed in behind George and hugged him close, whispering, “You don’t have to be sorry, Geo.”

It was silent between them for a moment until Paul piped up again.

“You... You were good, by the way. You were...” he swallowed. “You were a good boy , Georgie.”

Good boy . George felt his cock twitch in his pajama pants. He felt his eyes widen as Paul tugged him closer, and he could feel that Paul was getting hard again. He blushed, unsure of what he should do. Could he... Could he win the bet right now?

No , George decided. I can’t go through with all that so quickly . He was too frightened, especially since he was sure he’d be... on the receiving end of things. He felt Paul rocking against his thighs, his breathing turning into those little pants that George had heard earlier when he’d been half-asleep with morning wood.

George squeezed his eyes shut and worked up the courage to turn around. He took a deep breath, opening them up again and seeing very clearly that Paul was worked up. His mouth was slightly parted, hair a little out of place, face red, and eyes blown out with lust. It almost scared George at first. What was Paul thinking? What did he want to do with him?

But George couldn’t deny that he was thinking about the things he wanted Paul to do to him. He couldn’t help but picture himself on his knees, drooling all over Paul’s cock, or straddling Paul’s waist and grinding against him.

Paul gently took George’s face into his hands, whispering, “If you don’t want this, Georgie, you can tell me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

George shook his head quickly, “I... I want it too. I... I want...”

His eyes flickered down to Paul’s lips, and it didn’t take long until Paul smashed their lips together, kissing him sweetly but hard at the same time. George didn’t know where to put his hands at first. He built up the courage to grip Paul’s pajama shirt in his fists, dragging him closer as their kiss became more heated.

George whimpered as Paul nipped at his lower lip, requesting access into his mouth. George opened up cautiously, and soon their tongues were moving against one another. Paul groaned and dragged George closer, gasping when their erections met.

George whined as Paul dragged him on top of his body, helping George sit up and straddle him. George was blushing so furiously he thought he might pass out from blood pooling all in one place. Well... there was one other place it was pooling.

He gasped as Paul gripped his hips, grinding up against George’s very obvious hard-on. George groaned and placed his hands on Paul’s chest. He was so mind-numbingly turned on that he didn’t even know what he was saying until he’d said it: “I... I wanna be your good boy, Paulie. Please? ”

Paul growled at that, grasping George by the back of the head and dragging him down for another deep kiss as they continued to grind and hump against one another through their clothes.

He held George by the nape of his neck, burying his face into the crook of Paul’s as they continued to move against one another desperately. George was panting hard in Paul’s ear, whimpering and groaning at each harsh movement of Paul’s hips.

“You are, Georgie,” Paul cooed. “You’re my good boy .”

“Please,” George begged, a hiccup and a quiet sob escaping his throat as he neared completion, “ Please . A-Again?”

Paul helped George sit up again, grasping his hips and aiding George in bouncing silly up and down on his cock. George was clawing desperately at Paul’s pajama shirt, holding on for dear life.

“ Good boy ,” Paul praised again as George had requested. George couldn’t hold back anymore. He tossed his head back as he came, tears rolling down his cheeks from the overwhelming feeling.

Paul groaned as he watched him, “Fuck, baby. Fuck , you look so good like that. I’m... I’m getting close too.”

George was sensitive now, and he squirmed as Paul continued to hump their erections together. George whined, “Paulie I... I can’t... n-no more... p-please.”

Paul stopped then, flipping them over and putting George on his front. “Can I...?” He asked, hooking his fingers into George’s pajama pants.

He was panting hard, and George wasn’t sure what the plan was right now. Was Paul going to try and fuck him? George wasn’t ready for that! George blushed and nodded anyway, deciding that if Paul went too far, he could always stop him.

Paul tugged the pants down around George’s knees, and George looked over his shoulder to see Paul taking out his cock. George swallowed thickly, watching Paul slide his wet cock in between Geo’s soft, supple thighs.

Paul groaned loudly, placing his hands on either side of George and starting to fuck into the space between his thighs. George gasped and buried his red face into the pillows. His cock felt so wet and delicious between George’s legs. If George was still hard, he might’ve let Paul fuck him; that’s how desperate he felt.

“I’m... fuck ,” Paul swore. “Oh god... George! ”

He came hard between George’s thighs, splattering his cum all over them. George whimpered and whined, feeling a bit gross now that they were done. He was definitely going to need a shower in the morning.

Paul carefully removed himself from George’s thighs and reached for the tissues on the bedside table. He took a minute to carefully wipe down George and himself, then discarded the tissues in the garbage and leaned down to kiss George’s cheek. He helped him get his pajama pants back on, and pulled his own back up as well.

George turned on his side as Paul snuggled back under the covers. Geo was just glad he wasn’t running away this time. He cuddled up to Paul like a kitten, curling up next to him. Paul hugged him close and kissed his forehead.

“You did amazing, baby,” Paul whispered. “You’re so good for me.”

George blushed at the praise, murmuring back, “You’d better stop saying that or we’re going to have another boner to take care of.”

Paul laughed, “Is that so?”

George nodded and giggled, clinging to Paul’s shirt as the two of them fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Something had happened. John could tell. George and Paul were closer somehow: subtle touches and whispering in one another’s ears, giggling to each other over inside jokes that John didn’t understand. It was infuriating.

They were hanging out the next night, and John hadn’t even gotten a chance to be alone with Paul because of how close he and George had suddenly become. Had Geo already won the bet?

John sighed, sucking on his cigarette and blowing out smoke. He and Ringo were playing cards while George and Paul were watching TV. George was almost in Paul’s lap, giggling at a joke that Paul had whispered in his ear.

John had had enough.

“What the hell are you two giggling at over there?” John snapped. “It’s bloody annoying.”

George frowned and clung to Paul’s arm, “None of your business, Lennon.”

Paul ruffled George’s hair, “Oh Johnny, don’t be such a spoil sport.”

John rolled his eyes, “You two are touching each other like you’re a couple of fags. Cut it out.”

Paul looked taken aback, as though he didn’t know what to say. He untangled himself from George, looking a bit sheepish. George frowned, glaring at John, “Why don’t you mind your own business, John?”

“Because you’re both in my face with it,” John growled, putting two cards down and picking up three more. “Especially Paul. He’s always such a fucking slut.”

Paul’s mouth fell open, looking hurt. Ringo was silent, glancing nervously between John and George. George got up and took John’s cards away, throwing them on the ground, “ Don’t call him that.”

John quickly got up, fists clenched as he got into George’s face, “I’ll do whatever I want. It’s true, isn’t it? You two have been whoring around?”

Paul turned red, and Ringo’s mouth fell open. George shoved John backwards, “Get out of my face, Lennon.”

“Well?” John snarled, shoving George back. “Have you? Did you get on your knees, Georgie? Or maybe you took it up the arse?”

“ John ,” Paul got up. “That’s enough. Leave Georgie alone. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Mhm,” John crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh I’m sure he didn’t. Besides, why would you fucking tell me about it anyway? You’re only supposed to be my best friend .”

Paul looked a little guilty, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “I... I don’t have to tell you everything , John.”

“So you are fucking him?!” John exclaimed angrily.

“ No! ” Paul defended himself. “I’m not! Why would you even think that?”

“Because you’re always whoring around,” John snapped. “And after you kissed Geo the other night during truth or dare, who knows what you’re doing these days.”

George was trying to get John’s attention away from Paul, who looked like he might cry from what John was saying to him. He shoved John back again and growled, “ Back off. ”

John finally snapped, grabbing George by the collar and throwing him across the room. Paul gasped as George’s head hit the wall, and he threw John a viscous glare before rushing to George’s side.

“Georgie? Are you okay?!” Paul asked, helping him sit up. “You’re not bleeding, are you?”

“John, get out,” Ringo stood up and pointed at the door. “Go for a walk or something and cool off.”

John grumbled swears under his breath and left the suite, shoving his hands into his pockets and heading down the hall. He hadn’t meant to get so upset, but seeing Paul and George close like that really got to his head. If the boys didn’t want him there, then he would find somewhere he was wanted.

Paul helped George to bed and checked his head for bumps or bleeding. George was almost glad John had thrown him at the wall, because now Paul was giving him all the attention that John craved.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Paul asked, his eyes wide with worry.

“I’m fine, Paulie,” George insisted. “I didn’t hit the wall that hard.”

Paul sighed, running his fingers through George’s hair, “I’ll talk to him. I’ll get him to apologize, I promise.”

“No,” George shook his head. “I don’t need an apology from him . Don’t worry about it, Paul. I don’t want you two to argue about it anyway.”

Paul frowned and nodded, leaning down to kiss George’s forehead. George blushed and smiled up at him, trying to get him to cheer up. “Are you playing nurse, Paulie?”

Paul couldn’t help but giggle at that, wiggling his eyebrows. “Yes, I am. I’m your nurse, Georgie, so that means I have to take good care of you.”

George blushed as Paul leaned down to kiss his lips, and the two shared a couple of sweet, long kisses before they pulled apart. George patted the spot next to him, “Do you wanna sit with me?”

Paul nodded and climbed into the bed, scooting in next to George and pulling the lad close so that George was laying on his chest. George could hear Paul’s heart beating in his chest, and he could’ve fallen asleep like this if Paul didn’t pull the sheets back to reveal he was hard as a rock.

“Really, Paul?” George asked with amusement. “Again?”

Paul chuckled, “I know, I know. I’m insatiable. But... if you don’t want to do anything, I can always go to the bathroom and take care of it. No pressure.”

George blushed and stared down at Paul’s clothed boner, his mouth salivating at the sight. He asked sheepishly, “what... what do you want me to do?”

Paul’s cock twitched visibly in his pants, as though Paul was envisioning exactly what he wanted George to do. Paul palmed at his cock to give it some relief, sighing. 

“Would... Would you suck it, baby?”

George groaned quietly at the way Paul had asked, and he could feel himself growing hard now. He nodded, whispering, “y-yes... but I’ve never done it before...”

Paul unzipped his trousers and undid the little button at the top, tugging his cock out of his underwear and moaning quietly as he stroked himself. “I can guide you, baby... do you want me to help?”

George nodded again, staring at the dripping hard cock in front of him. Paul tucked his hand under George’s chin and guided him towards his cock.

“Just keep your mouth closed for a moment,” Paul murmured, and George did as he was told, feeling Paul rubbing his cock head across George’s lips. Paul groaned and sighed, “Your lips... fuck , Georgie. You feel so good already...”

George whimpered, pre-cum coating his lips like lip gloss as Paul continued to rub his cock against George’s mouth. He then tapped it a couple of times, whispering, “okay, baby. Open up. Just show me your tongue first, yeah?”

George whined and opened his mouth, his cock aching between his legs as he stuck out his tongue. Paul sighed and tapped his cock on George’s tongue a few times, praising him. 

“Good boy... do you like it?”

George nodded, salivating as though Paul’s cock was a fucking steak. He whimpered and kept his tongue out, tasting Paul’s pre-cum and moaning as Paul rubbed his cock there. It was so hot: Paul’s arm behind his head and his hand on his chin making it so that he could barely move. If he wanted to pull away, all he had to do was say so, but he didn’t want that at all.

“Okay, Georgie,” Paul said. “I think you’re ready to suck on it now. Put your lips around the tip.”

George did as he was told, gently wrapping his lips around the head of Paul’s cock and suckling on it. He heard Paul’s breathing pick up, little pants escaping his mouth as George started sucking.

“There you go,” Paul panted. “ Fuck , Georgie... such a good boy.”

George moaned as Paul fed him more and more of his cock, trying to go slow until it hit the back of George’s throat. George choked and pulled off, coughing and gagging. Paul cooed, “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You wanna try again?”

George nodded eagerly, sinking down on Paul’s cock again. Paul groaned as George let it hit the back of his throat, watching as he let his throat adjust. He grasped George’s hair and held him down, humming, “shh, just stay like that. Right there... breathe through your nose. God... you love sucking my cock, don’t you, Georgie?”

George moaned and nodded, letting out a quiet sob as he breathed heavily through his nose. He was so turned on, his cock heavy and aching between his legs. Paul sighed, pulling George’s hair to tug him off. George must’ve looked like a right mess, because Paul moaned at the sight of his swollen, drooling red lips and the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Okay, baby,” Paul murmured. “I’m gonna feed it to you and then I’m gonna fuck your little throat, yeah? Do you want that?”

George nodded dumbly, eagerly trying to take Paul’s cock back into his mouth. Paul chuckled and pulled it away from him, teasing, “ah-ah-ah, you have to be patient, sweetheart. God... you must want my cock so badly, huh?”

George whimpered, “P-Paul... please? ”

“That’s it, baby... go ahead and beg.” Paul rasped.

George had never begged in a sexual situation before, but he grew accustomed to it quickly. He sobbed, “p-please let me...”

“Let you what?” Paul asked, being a fucking tease. George could’ve strangled him if he wasn’t so fond of him right now.

“L-Let me suck your cock,” George pleaded. “Please, Paulie? I wanna... I wanna—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Paul was pushing his cock back into George’s mouth. George moaned as it hit the back of his throat, and he tried his best to breathe through his nose as Paul began a slow pace of fucking into his mouth.

“ Fuck ,” Paul whined, unable to help himself as he picked up the pace, burying in as far as he could. His balls were slapping against George’s chin and George was whimpering and sobbing, completely overwhelmed but loving every second of it. His eyes were half-lidded, drool dribbling down his chin.

“I... I’m gonna cum,” Paul warned. “Do you want me to pull out, Georgie?”

George managed to shake his head, sucking harder on Paul’s cock to encourage him to continue. Paul gasped, finishing inside of George’s mouth. George swallowed it all as Paul rode out his orgasm, finally letting George pull away. He whined and pulled off, his own cock incredibly hard now.

Paul wrapped an arm around George, practically pulling him into his lap. He growled in his ear, “I’ll take care of you, baby.”

George could’ve cum from that alone. Paul’s deep voice was so sexy, and what he’d just done to George’s mouth was downright filthy. It only made him want more. He felt like a different person when he was with Paul.

Paul spit in his hand and reached into George’s pants, gripping his cock. George sobbed and cried out, his hands weakly gripping at Paul’s shirt. Paul started to jerk him off, whispering the dirtiest things George had ever heard into his ear.

“Do you want the whole hotel to hear you, Georgie?” Paul asked in a sultry voice, stroking him at just the right pace. “Do you want everyone to hear what a little slut you’re being for me?”

George buried his face into Paul’s shirt, squirming and bucking up into Paul’s hand as he whimpered, “I... I can’t h-help it... Paul! ”

“That’s right,” Paul murmured. “I love it when you call my name... do you need me to keep you quiet?”

George nodded, hiccupping and sobbing as Paul put a hand over his mouth, whispering, “shh... shh, Georgie. Be quiet... be a good boy for me...”

George let out a muffled moan, cumming into Paul’s hand and quaking horribly in his arms as he moved through the aftershocks. Paul pulled his hand away from his mouth and stroked his cock through it all, letting go once his orgasm was over.

George was sniffling, unable to help but feel overwhelmed. Paul grinned and kissed him gently.

“Was that good, baby? Did you enjoy yourself?”

Geo nodded, exhausted now as Paul rushed to clean them both up so that they could sleep. Paul kissed him again, sighing.

“You’re so good for me, Georgie. You wanna cuddle and get some rest? We have another big show tomorrow.”

“Y-Yeah,” George agreed, snuggling under the covers once he’d gotten his boxers back on. Paul was already snoring by the time he’d snuggled up to him, and George passed out soon after.

Chapter Text

John wandered down the hallway towards Brian’s hotel room. He knocked on the door, trying to calm down from the spat he’d had with George. The door opened. Brian stood there dressed in a robe and pajamas, clearly ready for bed.

He looked surprised to see John at his door this late. John grumbled, “Can I come in? I need to ask you about something.”

Brian sighed heavily, sensing something was wrong and that he would have to deal with it. He moved aside to let John in, “Make it quick, John. I was about to go to bed.”

John walked in and shut the door, looking around at the tidy hotel room that Brian kept. He followed Brian and sat down in the chair next to the bed while Brian grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the nightstand and lit one up. He handed one to John and lit his, going to open the window to release the smoke.

“So what can I help you with?” Brian asked, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“I need you to teach me how to seduce a man,” John announced, and Brian’s eyes widened slightly before returning to normal.

“Very funny, John,” Brian sighed. “You came all the way down to my room to make jokes?”

“It’s not a joke,” John insisted, puffing on the cigarette he’d been given. “I’m serious.”

“And who would you be trying to seduce, might I ask?” Brian wondered.

“Paul,” John replied in a somewhat quiet voice, sounding sheepish.

Brian’s eyes widened once again, sputtering, “But... But Paul’s not—”

“You’d be surprised, Eppy,” John sighed as he leaned back in the chair and took another drag. “Pretty sure he and Harrison have been up to some queer shite together the past couple of nights.”

Brian placed a hand to his forehead in stress, muttering, “And you want to... to ruin that, I suppose.”

John gave him a cheeky grin. “But of course I do. Now I’ve had some practice here and there, but I’ve never really had queer sex. So I need your help.”

Brian was turning quite red now, and John couldn’t help but smirk at that. He and Brian both knew that they had some sort of sexual tension between the two of them. They’d made out quite a few times on their trip to Spain, but Brian hadn’t let it continue past there.

“John,” Brian sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you asking me to tell you about penetrative sex?”

“I’m asking you to show me,” John grinned, getting up and ashing his cigarette. He sat next to Brian, knocking their knees together and taking Brian’s cigarette from his hands. He ashed that one too and pressed Brian back against the mattress before climbing into his lap.

“ John ,” Brian scolded. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“ Eppy ,” John whined in annoyance. “Can’t you just... stick it in me? I mean... I wanna be prepared for when Paul and I... you know .”

Brian sat up and wrapped his arms around John’s waist so that he wouldn’t fall back. John tried again, rubbing circles in Brian’s chest, “C’mon, Eppy. Please?”

Brian was slightly red in the face, and he let out a heavy sigh as he murmured, “Take your pants off and get on the bed.”

John grinned, his heart starting to race as he realized he was getting what he wanted. He was, of course, a virgin in this area. Stu had never wanted to take things that far with him because he thought it was gross, and Brian had been hesitant before to allow things to go this far with John. I’m your manager , he’d always said. I can’t just sleep with you, John. It’s not that easy.

But apparently, it was that easy, because John was soon on all fours in Brian’s bed naked. John was both excited and nervous, not really sure what to expect. He’d played around with his hole before, but had never let anybody else touch him there.

Brian rummaged in his bag and retrieved a small bottle of lube, and this was all becoming quite real to John, whose cock began to twitch in interest. Brian took off his robe and set it aside, climbing onto the bed in his pajamas.

“Have you ever touched yourself here, Johnny?” Brian asked, pouring lube onto his fingers and gently rubbing at John’s hole. John gasped at the unfamiliar feeling, nodding, “M-Maybe once or twice.”

“What a naughty boy,” Brian teased, pushing the tip of his index finger inside.

John groaned and bit his lip, his face turning redder by the second. He wasn’t used to being subservient in bed. With women, he was forced to be more dominant simply because he was a man.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ tease, Eppy,” John managed to scold, even though Brian had his index finger halfway into his ass.

“Shh,” Brian cooed, placing his free hand on John’s hip. “You need to relax. You’re very tight. Almost impossibly so.”

John took some deep breaths, trying to relax his tense body. He couldn’t help that he was nervous, and John wasn’t nervous for many things in his life. He groaned when Brian’s finger sunk in all the way.

Brian took his time opening John up, slipping in a second finger and moving them in and out slowly. John was red in the face, whimpering and already completely hard even though Brian hadn’t even touched his prostate yet. The stretch and the burn of Brian’s fingers turned him on enough.

He whined as Brian added a third finger, gasping at the feeling of being full. Brian was mostly silent apart from soft panting that John took to mean he too was eager for this. Then, he hit that spot inside him that had him seeing stars. He gripped the sheets harder and groaned, pushing back against Brian’s hand to feel it again.

“Patience, John,” Brian murmured, pulling his fingers out to a disappointed whimper.

“ Fuck , Eppy,” John sighed, twisting in the sheets as he waited for Brian to lube himself up. “Nobody told me you were so good with your fingers.”

Brian chuckled softly, “Yes, well. I’m glad it was to your satisfaction.”

John gasped as the wet, hot head of Brian’s cock rubbed against his entrance. He bit his lip as Brian began to push inside, trying to remember to breathe through it. He could barely hear Brian over the pounding in his ears.

“Shh,” he whispered. “It shouldn’t hurt, darling. I think I used enough lube for a small country.”

John laughed a little at that, nodding as Brian continued to push in, “It... It doesn’t hurt, it's just... damn .”

Every inch of that delicious cock was filling him up, and he wanted more . He couldn’t even imagine how good this would feel when it was him and Paul . He groaned at the thought of Paul pounding him into the mattress, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and making him feel euphoric.

“John,” Brian murmured, bringing him back to the moment. He sounded slightly strained, like he was holding back. “I’m going to move now. Is that alright?”

John nodded, bracing himself as best he could. He cried out when Brian pulled out and pushed back in for the first time. Brian hadn’t even hit his prostate and John was already feeling like he might cum just from the stretch.

“Are... Are you alright, darling?” Brian breathed heavily, gripping John’s hips in his hands.

“Y-Yes,” John whimpered, gritting his teeth from pleasure. “F-Fuck, Eppy... d-don’t stop— fucking Christ. ”

Brian started out with a slow pace, not saying anything at first. It was silent for the first minute aside from the loud sound of their hips slapping together. Brian was aimed at his prostate on each thrust, and John had his red face buried in the sheets, drool dribbling down his chin as the pleasure coursed through him.

“Please...” John pleaded. “Can you... Will you... say something to me? Just... a-anything, I... I like to hear you talk to me.”

Brian sucked in a deep breath, grinding his cock against John’s sweet spot for a moment before murmuring, “Do you want me to tell you you’re being a good boy, Johnny?”

John groaned, turning his head to the side so that his left ear was against the pillow. He nodded, desperate to hear anything Brian had to say to him.

“How sweet,” Brian sighed, one of his hands leaving John’s hip to smack his ass. John moaned, a little shocked as Brian picked up the pace. Brian continued, “Perhaps you’re not a good boy. Perhaps you’re just a little slut.”

John gasped at that, almost as though he was offended by the idea. But it turned him on, his cock twitching between his legs. He groaned, “E-Eppy... oh my god...”

“Do you think Paul will fuck you as well as this?” Brian asked, tugging John backwards onto his cock repeatedly. “He’s inexperienced. He probably won’t be able to get inside comfortably, let alone find your prostate.”

John moaned, pushing back into it as best he could even though he was getting overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. He whimpered, “E-Eppy... Eppy please ...”

“Please what?” Brian questioned, grasping a fistful of John’s hair and tugging him so that his back was arched.

“Oh god— oh fuck! ” John whined. “Please I... I’m so close!”

“Touch yourself then,” Brian demanded, not letting up. “Go on.”

As soon as he was granted permission, he reached down and started to stroke his cock. Brian was pounding into him powerfully from behind, panting as he too was growing close. John let out a loud sob as he finished, catching his seed in his hand.

Brian growled, “ Fuck ... you get so tight when you cum...”

John had never heard such filthy things come out of Brian’s mouth, and he couldn’t help but moan as Brian continued his assault on John’s prostate. John begged, “P-Please... E-Eppy I... I need you.”

Brian groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He gasped as he finished inside of John, putting a hand next to John’s head and hovering over him as he rode out his orgasm. John moaned, thinking how much he sounded like a desperate bird.

Brian slowly pulled out, breathing heavily. He got off the bed and retrieved a handkerchief from his bedside table, using it to clean them both up. He sighed, “I’d advise you to take a shower when you get back to your room.”

John was still furiously red in the face, and he shakily got off the bed, clearing his throat as he avoided Brian’s gaze, “Th... Thank you, Eppy.”

Brian was busy pulling his pajama pants back up, but he shot John a smile, “Of course, John. Are you feeling alright after that?”

“Yeah,” John nodded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “M fine. Just tired.”

John tugged his clothes back on, asking, “So... how should I seduce him?”

Brian chuckled, “You just seduced me , John. I think you’ll do just fine.”

John nodded, swallowing thickly as he watched Brian get into bed. He leaned down and shared a brief kiss with him, pulling away and whispering, “Thank you, Eppy. I appreciate it.”

With that, he left the hotel room. His legs were still quivering, and when he got back to their suite, Ringo was the only one still up. John scowled, wondering what on earth George and Paul must’ve gotten up to while he was gone.

“You alright?” Rich asked. “You look a bit shaky.”

John nodded, taking out a cigarette to sit in the windowsill and smoke with Ringo.

He sucked in a deep breath of smoke, blowing it out and sighing, “I just let Eppy fuck me.”

Ringo started to cough, choking on the smoke as he stared at John with wide eyes, “You what?! ”

“You can’t tell anyone ,” John ordered. “I don’t need Paul to know, and I don’t want George knowing my private shit either.”

Ringo frowned, “I’m so confused. I... I thought you wanted Paul?”

“I do, but... I wanted to be prepared,” John admitted. “I asked Eppy for his help.”

Ringo sighed, “John... you know Geo and Paul are doing shit together, don’t you? You should probably be careful.”

“I know,” John frowned. “It’s obvious they’re doing shit. Why? Did you hear them?”

Ringo nodded, ashing his cigarette as he responded, “They’re not fucking... yet . But they’re definitely doing something together. I could hear George moaning Paul’s name.”

Ringo shivered as he reminisced, “I’m not against queers but... I don’t really enjoy hearing my friends getting it on.”

John nodded in agreement, “Trust me, Richie. I’m not excited about it either.”

The door behind them opened, and a sleepy George came stumbling out, heading for the loo. John scowled, grumbling, “S’not fair that they’re sharing a room. If Paulie and I were sharing a room, I’d have a better chance.”

“Ask Paul if you two can room together at the next hotel,” Ringo suggested with a shrug, hugging his knees to his chest.

George came out of the bathroom moments later, and he smiled at Ringo, then frowned at John, “What are you two still doing up?”

“None of your fucking business, Harrison,” John snapped. “Go back to Paulie’s cock, why don’t you.”

George glared at him, “Maybe I will.” He went back into the bedroom and shut the door.

John grumbled swears under his breath before deciding he should probably go to bed too. He and Ringo headed to their room for the night, and John fell asleep thinking of all the ways he could fuck George over.

The next night, they were at a completely different hotel, and Paul had begrudgingly agreed to share a room with John. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but clearly he wanted to keep up his shenanigans with George. But John had guilted him into it.

As soon as they were alone for the evening, John was going to set his plan into motion. He was going to seduce Paul McCartney.

George and Ringo were watching TV in the living room of their suite, George falling asleep on Ringo’s shoulder as he was tired from their long trip to the new hotel. John grinned mischievously, walking into the bedroom he was now sharing with Paul.

Paul was busy folding some of his clothes and sorting out his dirty laundry. John sucked in a deep breath as he shut the door, walking up behind him and wrapping his arms around Paul’s waist. He buried his face in Paul’s shoulder and breathed in his scent, sighing contently.

“Can I help you?” Paul asked with a chuckle.

This sort of touch wasn’t unfamiliar in their friendship. John needed to do something more... sexual to really get the hint across. He pouted, “Stop folding your damn laundry and pay attention to meee .”

Paul rolled his eyes and laughed, setting down his shirts and turning around, “And what could you possibly need more attention for, Mr. Lennon? Thousands of screaming fans isn’t enough for you?”

John smirked and gripped Paul by his shirt, shoving him down onto the bed and climbing into his lap to straddle him, like he’d done with Brian the night prior. Paul gasped, looking surprised. He stared up at John with a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you doing, John?” He asked in confusion.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” John countered, starting to unbutton his own shirt.

Paul just looked at him like he had two heads, before he burst into laughter, “ John . Get off.” He shoved John off his lap, “I don’t have time for your jokes right now. I promised Georgie we could go out to eat, just the two of us.”

John felt his heart sink into his stomach. Why was Paul so fucking oblivious? He should’ve been wearing a shirt that said “FUCK ME” on it, maybe then Macca would finally get it. He watched Paul shake his head with laughter and leave the room, ready to go out with George.

Haven’t they been spending enough time together? John thought in annoyance as he grabbed a bottle of scotch from his nightstand.

George grinned as he and Paul walked back to the hotel in disguises. Nobody had noticed them when they went out for a nice dinner, and it was really nice to be romantically treated by Paul McCartney, or Paul McCharmly as John had so dubbed him due to his romantic ability.

“How was that, love?” Paul asked as they got into the elevator, starting to take his fake mustache and beard off. They were the only two in the elevator, so George too began to take his disguise off.

“It was great,” George replied. “The wine was amazing.”

“I can tell you liked the wine,” Paul teased, as George was clearly a little tipsy from the two glasses he’d had.

George giggled and playfully shoved Paul, who quickly pinned him to the wall and began to kiss at his neck, “I missed you, baby... do you think Rings will mind if we kick him out of your room for a bit?”

George blushed and groaned quietly, his dick twitching in interest, “I don’t think he’ll care. He said something about going out anyway, so he might not even be there.”

The elevator opened, and Paul started to drag George down the hall to their suite. The two of them were laughing the entire way. Paul took out his key and opened the door, and immediately the fun was sucked out of the atmosphere.

John was sitting on the couch, drunk as a skunk and looking pissed. George frowned, standing behind Paul to hide a bit from John’s wrath. John saw them walk in and immediately got up, stumbling all over the place. There was a half-empty bottle of scotch on the coffee table, and John stunk of alcohol and tobacco.

“Johnny?” Paul frowned, pulling Geo in and closing the door. “What’s the matter? You... You’re wasted. Where’s Rings?”

“E’s out,” John slurred. George could sense this wasn’t going to go well. He took Paul’s hand and squeezed it gently to warn him, but seeing them holding hands only made John angrier.

“You... You fucking... faggots ,” John spat. “Have you done it, Geo? Have you let Paulie fuck your skinny arse?”

Paul sighed, walking over and placing a gentle hand on John’s arm, “John... come on, let’s get you to bed.”

John yanked his arm away, growling, “ Don’t fucking touch me! ”

Paul looked a bit taken aback, wincing as John continued to shout, “ Well?! Have you, Harrison?! ”

“Leave him be, Johnny,” Paul tried, taking John’s hand in his own and squeezing it. “Come on, you should really get some rest.”

John tore his hand away and stormed over to George, who backed up into the door as John cornered him. Paul shouted, “ John! ”

John grabbed George by the shirt and dragged him close, growling in his face, “I should fucking beat you bloody , Harrison. What the fuck have you been doing with him?”

George squeezed his eyes shut, ready to be hit or something , when suddenly John was being yanked off him. Paul looked furious , more angry than George had seen him before. He snarled, “ Back off , John! Leave Geo alone!”

John turned his attention to Paul, “But Paulie— ”

“ No! ” Paul screamed, standing his ground. “Don’t you dare threaten him. What the fuck is your goddamn problem? Yes, we are doing queer shit together, but you of all people should understand that! You’re supposed to be my best friend , John! And whatever issue you have with George you need to knock it off! Or... Or I’ll fucking fight you on his behalf!”

John looked shocked that he was being told off, and he glared at Paul, ready to yell back, but Paul didn’t give him a chance. He grabbed George’s hand and pulled him towards his and Ringo’s room, shouting behind him, “If you’re going to act this way, I’m not sharing a room with you! You and Rings can share again.”

Paul slammed the bedroom door shut once the two of them were inside, and clicked the lock so that John couldn’t follow them. George felt a little shaken up, admittedly, as he probably would’ve been beaten up by John if Paul hadn’t stepped in.

“Baby...” Paul hugged him tight, stroking his hair sweetly. “I... I’m so sorry. I don’t know what his problem is. Are you alright?”

George nodded, but he was shaking. Paul kissed his forehead, getting into one of the beds and pulling George in with him. He comforted him, holding him close and kissing the top of his head.

George was upset. He and John used to be so close. But this bet was tearing their friendship apart because they were competing with one another, and John could get incredibly jealous, especially when it came to Paul.

“Georgie,” Paul sighed as he rubbed his back. “I won’t let him hurt you, I promise.”

George nodded again, leaning up to kiss Paul sweetly on the lips. They stayed like that for a while, just holding onto one another and kissing each other. Paul was so damn pretty, and his lips were so soft and plump.

Paul’s hand slithered down George’s body and cupped his cock in his hand, groaning when he found that George was half-hard. He whispered against George’s lips, “Georgie... baby, I wanna fuck you...”

George turned bright red, but couldn’t say that it didn’t turn him on to hear that. He whimpered, “I... I want that too. I’m just... I’m kind of nervous, you know?”

“It’s okay,” Paul murmured, grasping George by the ass and dragging him closer. “I promise we can go slow... and we can stop if it’s too much, okay? There’s no pressure here, baby.”

George whined, kissing Paul hard and nodding, “I want to. P-Please...”

Just as Paul was about to help remove their pants, there was a knock on the door. George groaned in annoyance, thinking it was John being an ass again. Paul thought the same, calling, “John! Go to bed!”

“It’s Rich!” Ringo called back, trying the door to find it locked. “Why’s the door locked? And where’s Johnny?”

George watched Paul’s face go white, and he got out of bed and rushed to the door. He unlocked it and opened it, “What do you mean Where’s Johnny ? He was just here!”

Ringo looked confused, “He’s not? I just got back and he’s gone.”

Paul suddenly became panicked, “Oh god... oh fuck. We’re so fucked. Where could he possibly have gone?”

George got up and joined Paul at the door, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll put on disguises and split up to find him. He can’t have gone far, Paulie. We haven’t been in here that long.”

George knew that Paul cared a lot about John. They were best friends, and George could never drag him away from that. So despite the fact that John had tried to fight him, he was still worried for his safety. John couldn’t just go out without getting into trouble, especially in the drunken state he was in.

Paul nodded in agreement, “Alright. Let’s split up then.”

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Paul had never been so worried in his whole life. He was in his disguise, wandering the streets trying to find John. He’d been at it for at least a half hour now, and the plan was to meet back at the hotel after an hour of looking, as they’d have to tell Eppy at that point, and Paul was certain that wouldn’t go over well.

He didn’t know what was going on with John. They were usually so close, but John had been so standoffish and weird lately. It probably had something to do with the fact that Paul and George had been getting closer, but that didn’t mean that Paul didn’t care for John anymore. Surely he knew that, right? Paul wasn’t so sure.

He gasped when he saw John’s hat on the ground outside of a bar. Paul rushed over and picked it up. He didn’t know where exactly he was in the city, since he’d never really been there before, but at least he knew how to get back to the hotel.

Paul went into the bar to see if John was inside. As he entered the back rooms of the bar, he found couples of all genders making out, something that he’d never really seen before in a public place.

Paul swallowed thickly, scanning the room for John. He expected to see John with some women, but was surprised to find him with an older gentleman who had his hand between John’s legs, his lips on John’s neck. John looked so out of it, like he might pass out at any second.

He certainly wasn’t sober enough for what this man was trying to do to him. Paul had never felt so angry before. Sure, he’d been pissed when John had threatened George, but seeing some stranger try to take advantage of his best friend did something to him.

He stormed over and growled at the man, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

John’s eyes lit up with something like recognition as he whimpered, “Paulie!”

Paul felt his heart melt. John could be so sweet when he wanted to be, and here he was, being taken advantage of, and all he wanted was someone to rescue him. All he wanted was for Paul to rescue him.

The older gentleman chuckled and shooed Paul, “Fuck off, I was here first.”

Paul, who was generally not a violent man, grabbed the man by the back of his jacket and tore him away from John, throwing him onto the floor and climbing on top of him. He delivered one punch, then two. He would’ve gone further, but he didn’t want to make a scene, and people were already beginning to look their way.

Paul got off the man and helped John out of the booth, wrapping an arm around him, “Shh, Johnny. Come on, love, I’ve got you.”

John was still in awe that Paul was even there, grinning and clinging to him, “Paulie... you came!”

Paul smiled sadly, “Of course I did, Johnny. I wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to you.”

He led John out of the bar, placing his hat back on his head so that people might not recognize him right away by his haircut. John paused, pulling away from Paul to throw up in the alleyway.

Paul rubbed his back gently, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, “Here, John. That’s it, just let it all out.”

John wiped his mouth on the handkerchief, thanking Paul quietly as they continued on down the road. It was quiet for most of their walk, and when they finally arrived at the hotel, Ringo and Geo were in the lobby to meet them.

“Oh thank god,” Ringo sighed with relief. “Is he alright?”

“A little sick, but he’s fine,” Paul reassured him.

“Where was he?” George asked, looking equally relieved that John was okay.

“At some bar,” Paul shrugged, deciding not to tell them about the predicament he’d found John in. “Come on, let’s take him up to the room. He needs to brush his teeth and get some rest.”

The lads helped Paul take John upstairs. He was barely coherent, and they got him some water and helped him brush his teeth and get into his pajamas. Ringo and George went to their room, and Paul assured them he could take care of John for the night.

Paul sat on the edge of John’s bed, stroking his hair and sighing, “Oh Johnny. What a mess you got yourself into.”

“Did... Did that man try to hurt me?” John asked.

“...Yes,” Paul replied hesitantly. He didn’t want to upset John right now. “But he didn’t do anything, John. I got there before he could do any real damage.”

“Oh,” John whispered, taking a long sip of water and setting the glass back on the nightstand. “Thanks, Paulie.”

“You don’t need to thank me, John,” Paul smiled sadly, petting his hair gently. “Now get some rest.”

Paul turned off the light and went to stand up, but John reached out and took his hand, “N-No... don’t go. Stay in bed with me.”

Paul was a little unsure about that. He didn’t want to betray George... but Geo would understand, right? It wasn’t like they were going to do anything together. They were just friends. Paul climbed into bed next to John, holding onto his hand and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

“Paulie...?” John whispered into the darkness.

“What is it, John?”

John giggled drunkenly, then hummed their familiar song that George usually sang: “ Do you want to know a secret? ”

Paul rolled his eyes, giggling back and deciding to play along, singing his part: “ Do da do .”

“ Do you promise not to tell? ” John sang quietly, looking amused.

Paul laughed, “ Do da do .”

“ Closer... ” John murmured, dragging Paul closer to him. “ Let me whisper in your ear. ”

Paul could feel himself blushing now, as their faces were mere inches apart. John yawned sleepily before finishing off the song, “ Say the words you long to hear... I’m in love with you.”

Paul frowned, as John didn’t sing the last part. He was confused for a moment, until John opened his eyes again and whispered, “I’m in love with you, Paulie.”

Paul felt shock run through his body, a deep blush erupting on his cheeks. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to respond to John’s confession. Was... Was he telling the truth? Or was he playing tricks like he so often did?

Luckily for Paul, he didn’t have to say anything back, as soon, John was snoring away without a care in the world. Paul felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to say to something like that.

So John was in love with him? That certainly explained a lot about his behavior lately. Paul felt guilty for not noticing sooner. He sucked in a deep breath, unable to sleep now. He tossed and turned for the rest of the night, barely getting any sleep as he thought about what John had just confessed.

John woke up the next morning to a wicked headache and an empty bed. He frowned. He was pretty sure that Paul had slept in bed with him last night, but perhaps he’d imagined it all in his drunken state.

He couldn’t really remember much from the night before. Everything was coming back to him in pieces: arguing with Geo, going to the bar, Paul rescuing him from some creep. John groaned and turned over, wondering where Paul had gone.

Suddenly, George appeared in the doorway, looking a bit sheepish. He leaned against the frame, and John glared a bit, remembering why he’d been upset enough to drink himself into a stupor the night prior.

“You feelin’ okay, John?” George asked.

John could tell the lad was being genuine, but he still didn’t appreciate George coming to check on him out of all of them. John frowned, deciding to be nice, even if he didn’t particularly want to be.

“M fine,” John sighed. “Just a bit of a headache. It’ll go away.”

George nodded, lingering in the doorway. Okay, now this is getting annoying , John thought. What does the stupid lad want?

“What do you want?” John asked plainly.

George shrugged, “I... I was hoping we could have a bit of a truce?”

John immediately got defensive, “A truce? What? You want me to give up so you and Paulie can fuck off into the sunset together?”

George let out a loud sigh, “ John . You’re clearly losing the bet. Can’t you see that? Paul and I... well, he wouldn’t do things with you when he’s already doing them with me, you know?”

John scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Oh yes. Paul McCharmly is known for being ever so faithful to his sleeping companions.”

George frowned, crossing his arms, “He wouldn’t do that to me. Paul and I are close . I’m not just some bird he picked up after a concert.”

“Yeah, Georgie,” John chuckled. “You keep believing that.”

George grumbled swears under his breath as he left, and John grinned to himself knowing he’d rattled George’s confidence.

Paul took a drag from the joint, letting out the smoke and coughing a bit as he handed it to George. They’d just recently been introduced to pot, and couldn’t get enough of it. George took a hit, handing it to Ringo, who did the same and passed it to John.

Paul was sitting between George and John, feeling a bit sick to his stomach if he was honest with himself. He loved Geo, and he loved what they were doing together, but now that John had confessed his love, Paul was feeling conflicted.

John handed the joint back to Paul, shooting him a wink. Paul blushed, taking another hit and passing it off to Geo. He couldn’t tell if John even remembered what he’d said in his drunken state, or if he was just being his usual cheeky self.

All four Beatles were soon high and laying on the carpet in a circle, their heads practically bumping against one another. Ringo and George were giggling about who-knows-what, and Paul was busy trying to gauge John’s mood.

In his high state, he felt a bit anxious. Weed didn’t usually do this to him. It normally relaxed him, but he was a bit worried about what to do about John and his confession. He sighed and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to let the anxiety manifest as he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

The next time Paul’s eyes opened, he realized it must’ve been a lot longer than a simple blink. He must’ve fallen asleep. Paul sat up slowly, looking around to realize George and Ringo were passed out on the couch, George’s head in Ringo’s lap, and John was on the phone on the other side of the suite.

“And I’ll take some sausage too. Oh, and bacon,” he said. He must’ve been ordering room service.

Paul felt his stomach grumble with hunger, and he got up off the floor, going to John and whispering, “Get me something.”

John grinned a bit, twirling the phone cord in his fingers, “Make that two. Yeah, room 1224. Okay, thanks.”

John hung up the phone, and then the two were standing there awkwardly. The high was still there, but it was certainly wearing off a bit. John took Paul’s hand and smiled mischievously, starting to drag him into their shared room.

“What... What are we doing?” Paul asked, that anxious feeling appearing once again.

“We have time to pass until the food gets here,” John explained. “And I... I wanna tell you something.”

Paul immediately felt sick again. He frowned, “O-Oh. Okay.”

John shut their bedroom door and dragged Paul over to the bed, sitting down on it and patting the spot next to him. Paul sat next to him, feeling like he might vomit. He didn’t know why John’s feelings about him made him feel so sick. He wasn’t sure if it was because he felt guilty or what, but it was beginning to eat him alive.

“What is it, Johnny?” Paul asked, wanting to get this over with. Whatever this was.

John smiled and glanced down at Paul's lips, “Do you know that... that the first time I ever wanted to kiss you was that night in Paris?”

Paul could feel himself blushing as he looked away, feeling sheepish. He tried to stop him, to brush him off. But he felt almost giddy to know that. John had really wanted to kiss him for that long?

John took Paul’s chin between his fingers and turned it back towards him, “And do you know that... this moment right now will probably be the millionth time I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

Paul glanced down at John’s lips, which were drawing nearer to his own. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do this to George. He shouldn’t do this to George. John was his best friend, and that’s all he would ever be. He needed to stand his ground.

“J-John, I...”

But Paul’s heart was hammering in his chest. He was starting to recognize that that anxious feeling inside was nervousness brought about by equally reciprocated feelings. He did love John... and loving John was as easy as breathing sometimes.

Before Paul knew it, their lips were on one another’s. Their kiss was hungry and eager, like it was the first time they’d kissed someone ever . It felt fresh and new, and the anxious feeling that Paul had was blossoming into something else.

John straddled Paul, kissing him deeper and whispering between kisses, “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“ John ,” Paul sighed, unable to help himself as John began to kiss at his neck. He gasped when John found his sensitive spot, groaning quietly.

He had to stop. He couldn’t just hurt George like this. But John was nibbling on his earlobe, whimpering in his ear so sweetly and begging him, “P-Please Paulie... Please touch me... I need you.”

“ Fuck ,” Paul groaned, feeling John’s hard-on grinding against his thigh.

Paul couldn’t help himself. He grasped John by his waist and flipped their positions, pressing John to the mattress and pinning his hands above his head. John looked a bit surprised, whining as he struggled to rub his erection against Paul.

“ Stop, ” Paul ordered, getting his face close to John’s and growling, “You couldn’t just leave it alone, could you? You had to ruin things.”

Paul kissed him harshly before he could speak, and when he pulled away, John’s eyes were half-lidded with lust. Paul sighed and gripped John’s hair, tugging on it and watching him groan.

“You need to learn how to behave,” Paul teased, rubbing his ass against John’s erection and listening to him gasp and whimper at the feeling.

“Oh?” John smirked. “Have I been naughty, Paulie?”

Paul rolled his eyes, “Don’t even fucking start with me.” He leaned down to whisper in John’s ear, “What should I have you do to make it up to me? Should I choke you on my cock? Or maybe I won’t do anything... maybe I’ll just leave you hard and pathetic.”

John blushed, which Paul hadn’t thought previously possible. He grinned a bit, “What is it, Johnny? Cat got your tongue?”

“I... I...” John stammered, for the first time in his life unable to find the words. Paul grinned, kissing him again, “Or do you want me to touch you?” He snaked his hand between them and squeezed John’s erection, causing him to moan.

“ Fuck ,” John swore. “A-Anything... I’ll do anything, Paulie.”

Paul got off him, hopping off the bed and pointing to the floor, “On your knees, then. Let’s see what you learned from Stu, God rest his soul.”

John couldn’t help but chuckle at that, climbing off the bed and getting down on his knees. He started to undo Paul’s belt buckle, smirking up at him, “I’m a pro, don’t you worry, Macca.”

Paul giggled, “Oh I was sooo worried.”

John tugged Paul’s pants around his thighs, taking his cock out of his briefs. He’d seen it plenty of times, but never this close, and never this hard. It was dripping at the tip, red and angry. John had never been so eager.

He started with kitten licks to the head, staring up at Paul through his eyelashes. Paul groaned, running his fingers through John’s hair. John licked from the base to the tip before enveloping his mouth around the head and starting to suck on it.

Paul leaned against the dresser, gripping the wood behind him to cope with the pleasure around his cock. Whereas with George, he was inexperienced and adorable in his innocence, John knew what he was doing, and he was incredibly sexy for it.

John sunk down further on Paul’s cock, swallowing him all the way to the base before coming back up for air. He groaned, palming himself between his legs as he started to bob his head up and down on Paul’s dick.

Paul sighed and moaned, biting his lip erotically and making John whimper around his cock. John wanted to bring all those noises out of Paul and more. He pulled off, kissing the tip and grinning up at Paul as he licked at the pre-cum forming there.

“You like that, Paulie?” John asked seductively.

Paul was trying to keep his dominance over the situation, and grasped John by the hair, tugging him close to his cock again, “Quit your teasing and suck.”

John groaned and sunk down on his cock again, letting it hit the back of his throat. Something about the way Paul was talking to him was really turning him on. He whined and reached into his pants, pulling out his cock so he could stroke himself at the same time as he sucked Paul off.

“Stop that,” Paul scolded, yanking on his hair again and causing John to wince. He stopped touching himself, though he did shoot Paul a small glare.

“Don’t give me attitude, Lennon,” Paul ordered, helping John move up and down on his cock. John moaned, eyes half-lidded as Paul began to fuck his throat.

He started slowly, but when he realized that John could take it, he picked up the speed, fucking into John’s throat over and over again. John was groaning, tears rolling down his cheeks and drool dribbling down his chin. He clung to Paul’s hips, letting him do as he wished.

Soon, Paul was whimpering, his thrusts becoming erratic as he got close. “ Oh fuck! ” Paul whined, cumming into John’s mouth. John moaned and pulled away, swallowing it and wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

Paul stood there for a second, his legs starting to feel like jelly from such an intense orgasm. He was still clinging to John’s hair with one hand, groaning and trying to calm down with deep breaths.

“You good?” John chuckled.

Paul nodded, letting go of John’s hair and holding out a hand to help him off his knees. When he stood back up, Paul kissed him hard, tasting himself on John’s tongue. He sighed, pulling away and gripping John’s cock in his hand.

“ Shit ,” John groaned as Paul began to jerk him off, his legs starting to shake.

“You like that, Johnny?” Paul whispered hotly, twisting his wrist at just the right pace.

“F-Fuck,” John whimpered. “ Yes .”

“Good boy,” Paul grinned, looking cocky.

John was already close from sucking Paul off, and he was getting ready to finish when Paul growled, “Beg me.”

“Wh-What?”

“You have to beg me to let you,” Paul said almost matter-of-factly. God, so McCartney’s a freak too, John thought to himself.

Paul squeezed his cock and kept jerking him off, and John clung to Paul’s shirt, shaking as he tried to hold back, “P-Please, Paulie... Please ...”

“Please what?” Paul asked.

“Please let me,” John swallowed thickly, desperate at this point. “Let me cum. Please! ”

“Go ahead, baby,” Paul murmured in his ear. “Cum for me.”

John could’ve collapsed as he came into Paul’s hand, moaning loudly. Paul held onto him, kissing his cheek a few times and whispering, “Shh, baby... shh. It’s alright, Johnny. You did so well for me.”

Paul got his handkerchief from his pocket and started cleaning the two of them up. John whined and managed to stand up straight, even though all he wanted to do was be close to Paul right now.

Paul helped him get into bed and climbed in next to him, running his fingers through John’s hair. He kissed his forehead, “You’re so sweet for me...”

“Don’t get used to it,” John teased with a chuckle.

Paul smiled and kissed him gently, trying not to confront that horrible feeling rising in his stomach.

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Ringo awoke to the smell of bacon. He looked over to see Paul and John, goofing around and eating some breakfast food, even though it was dinner time. George was still passed out in his lap, sleeping peacefully.

Ringo gently shook him awake, whispering, “Georgie. Wake up.”

George whined and mumbled, “Five more minutes, Mum.”

Ringo chuckled, shaking him a little more, “Georgie, it’s Rings. Wake up.”

George groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slowly. He sighed, “M still tired. I’m gonna head to bed, Rich.”

Ringo nodded, “Night, George.”

George got up, seeing Paul and John eating bacon and eggs together and frowning a bit. Ringo could tell what he was thinking. He was wondering if they’d gotten up to anything while he was asleep. For George’s sake, Ringo hoped not. He would be crushed if Paul cheated on him with John.

John and George eyed each other down for a moment before George went into the bedroom. John got up, ruffling Paul’s hair and announcing, “I’m gonna go hop in the shower. See you later, Macca.”

As soon as John was gone, Paul immediately made a beeline for Ringo, who was incredibly confused as Paul sat on the couch next to him. Though they had a good friendship, Paul didn’t confide in him very often. He looked stressed.

“Everything alright, Paul?” Ringo asked.

“I... I don’t know,” Paul murmured, clasping his hands together in his lap. “Um... well I’m sure you know by now about me and Geo.”

Ringo nodded, and Paul buried his face in his hands, “I... I started doing stuff with John too. I couldn’t stop myself, and now I feel like complete shit about it. Geo doesn’t know... he’s gonna be so upset.”

Ringo wanted to smack himself in the face for predicting that this would happen. He knew that somebody would get hurt during this bet, whether it was George, Paul, John, or all three. He could tell how upset Paul was, and how much he regretted what he’d done.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Ringo put a hand on Paul’s shoulder. “I’m sure if you explain, George will understand.”

He wasn’t sure he would understand. And Paul agreed, “I... I don’t think he will. He’ll be so sad, Rich. I don’t know if I can do that to him.”

“Then you should break things off with John,” Ringo suggested.

“But I... I don’t know if I can,” Paul frowned. “John will also be very upset if I dump him for George. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well,” Ringo sighed. “I dunno, Paul. You have to be honest with them. And you have to sort out your feelings. Try to think about who you want to be with more, and then choose that person. You’re going to end up hurting one of them no matter what you do.”

Paul rubbed his forehead in stress, “You’re right, Rings... thank you, I... I’ll take some time to figure it out.”

Ringo watched Paul get up and head to his and John’s room, looking more stressed than he’d seen him in a long time. Paul was usually so level-headed and calm, but this situation with George and John was really starting to affect him.

John was far too giddy to have a meeting about the bet. George was a bit suspicious, but he never would've guessed what John was going to say. The three of them were sitting in the bathroom while Paul was out with Mal one afternoon. The bathroom seemed to be their official meeting place at this point.

Ringo looked between the two of them and started, “Well, I suppose we should start by asking how far each of you have gotten.”

“Go ahead, Geo,” John encouraged, holding back a grin.

George eyed him suspiciously before speaking, “Well... Paul and I have been... doing stuff tog—”

“Be specific,” John interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest.

George could feel himself turning red as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “W-Well... I sucked his dick and... and we kind of... grinded on each other.”

Ringo nodded awkwardly, “Okay, and John?”

John grinned almost evilly, “I sucked him off. He loved every second.”

George felt his heart sink into his stomach as he brushed him off, “Very funny, John. Don’t mess with me like that.”

“I’m not joking, Harrison,” John gloated. “We made out, then I sucked his cock, and then he gave me a hand job.”

Ringo bit his lip, looking between the two of them again as George shook his head, “When... When did this even happen? Paul and I have been together a lot lately and... and I just don’t think that—”

“When you fell asleep into Ringo’s lap,” John beamed. “Get it through your thick skull, Georgie. Paul’s been cheating on you, just like I said he would.”

George was crushed. He could feel the tears building in his throat, and he tried to swallow them back, not wanting to cry in front of John, who was already soaking in the satisfaction of one-upping him.

He heard the door to the front of the suite open, and he couldn’t help himself as he stood up and walked out of the bathroom. Ringo called out his name, but he didn’t listen. All he could see was Paul’s smiling face as he walked into the suite.

That smile soon disappeared into a frown when he saw George’s face. He immediately tossed his jacket onto the couch, walking over and taking George’s face into his hands, cooing, “Georgie? Is everything okay?”

It took everything in George not to burst into tears right then. He tore his face away from Paul’s hands and grunted, “I’m done, Paul.”

“What?” Paul frowned, looking confused. “What are you talking about, Geo?”

“I... I don’t want to see you anymore,” George said decidedly, holding his arm and rubbing it gently to soothe himself.

Paul was surprised, reaching out to try and take George’s hand, “Georgie... what’s going on?”

“What’s going on is he found out you’re a little cheater, Paulie,” John bragged as he emerged from the bathroom. “And he knows I was better than him.”

George groaned in annoyance as he pulled his hand away from Paul’s, “Can’t you just leave me alone , John?”

Paul shook his head in disbelief at John, “You... You told him?”

“Of course I did,” John chuckled. “Thought he should probably know.”

George rolled his eyes and started towards the bedroom, feeling like he might cry at any moment now. Paul could have John if that’s what he wanted so badly, and George would kindly fuck off.

Paul walked hurriedly after George, grasping his arm to stop him, “George... please . You have to know I didn’t do it to hurt you. I... I felt so guilty about it. I really tried to stay away from him, I promise I did.”

“Well that doesn’t matter if you actually did it, does it now?” George whipped around, tears rolling down his cheeks. Paul looked horrified at the fact that he’d made George cry.

“Georgie—”

“ Don’t call me that,” George snapped, going into the bedroom and slamming the door.

Ringo had emerged from the bathroom as well at this point, and John laughed softly after George shut the bedroom door, “Aww, poor Georgie...” he shouted loud enough so George could hear, “I knew you were too childish for Paul!”

“Shut up , John,” Paul scolded. “I never said that. Nor did I ever say that you were better than him. So quit putting ideas in his head.”

John rolled his eyes, “Okay, Paul. We both know I was more experienced.”

“That doesn’t make you better,” Paul scoffed.

John was getting frustrated. He didn’t understand why Paul was even bothering with George right now. It could just be the two of them! George was out of the picture! But Paul was so wrapped up in that stupid kid that he couldn’t just move on with John.

“Come on,” John held out his hand. “We can be together. Geo doesn’t matter.”

Ringo looked between them nervously as Paul growled, “George does matter. If you’re too fucking selfish to see it, then that’s your issue. I’m not going to be with someone who treats the people I care about like that.”

John glared, crossing his arms over his chest, “Fine then. Maybe I’ll just go have a chat with Eppy.”

Paul frowned, confused, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

John laughed and made a fucking motion with his index fingers and his thumb. Paul stared at John for a long time before it finally clicked in his head, “Brian’s been... he’s been... John . You told me that you two didn’t do anything in Spain!”

“We didn’t!” John grinned cheekily. “We did it the other night actually. He was real good in bed. You probably can’t even find the damn prostate let alone know what it is.”

Paul looked furious, and Ringo tried to chime in, “P-Paul... maybe you two should—”

“I’m getting my things and rooming with Mal,” Paul growled. “You’re a fucking whore, Lennon.”

“Aww,” John called after him. “Was that supposed to hurt, Macca?”

Paul shot him a vicious look before heading to the bedroom to gather his things. John went to follow him when Ringo grabbed his arm, “ John. You’ve done enough damage, don’t you think?”

John shrugged, “If I can’t have Paul, nobody can.”

Ringo sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead in stress as he watched John pull out a pack of cigarettes and head out the door to go smoke outside.

George hadn’t been so upset in a long time. It wasn’t often that he was reduced to tears. Paul had really hurt him. The boys spent the next few days all avoiding one another, except for Ringo of course.

Brian had noticed the boys’ silence amongst one another, and he’d called a meeting of the four of them in his hotel room. George sat on the bed next to Ringo, and Paul leaned against the wall, eyeing up their manager like he’d done something horrible.

Ringo had informed him about John’s tryst with Brian, so George could easily guess why Paul was upset. John had just entered the room, and went to sit in the chair next to Brian, much to Paul’s dismay.

“I want to know what’s going on with you boys,” Brian said as he leaned back in his chair.

“I dunno, Brian,” Paul glared. “Maybe you should tell us what’s going on with you and John.”

The room went dead silent, and Brian looked wildly uncomfortable, his face red. He tugged on his collar and cleared his throat, “That’s a private matter, Paul.”

“Mhm,” Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it is.”

George had never seen Paul so cross before, especially not with their manager, who he usually respected. Paul kicked the trash can by the door over, snapping, “This is such bullshit . You don’t have any right to know what’s going on with us if you’re going to take advantage of John.”

John glared, “Hey now. Nobody’s taking advantage of me. Leave Eppy alone.”

Paul gave John and Brian the middle finger and walked out. Brian sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead in stress and turning to George and Ringo, “You’re dismissed. You ,” he pointed at John. “I need to speak with you.”

John grinned and waggled his eyebrows, “Oh? Are we gonna speak or are we gonna—”

He began making a blowjob motion with his fist and his tongue in his cheek. Ringo laughed awkwardly, and George was a bit shocked at how nonchalant John was acting about this whole situation.

Brian turned red again, and snapped, “ John Winston Lennon. I’ll call your Aunt Mimi on you if you don’t behave.”

John whined, complaining about this and that as Ringo and George left the suite. As soon as they were alone, Brian quieted John, “Please, John. Don’t be difficult.”

“What is it you want, Eppy?” John wondered.

Brian sighed, “Well I want to know why you’ve gone and told Paul about our... tryst. I thought it was quite clear that that was meant to be something kept between the two of us.”

John rolled his eyes, “Paulie knows everything about me, Eppy. It’s not exactly easy for me to keep secrets from him.”

Brian opened his mouth to speak when John got down on his knees and started trying to undo his trousers. Brian immediately shooed John’s hands away, asking, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Giving you a blow job,” John stared up at him like he was an idiot. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Brian pushed John away lightly, sighing, “John, we can’t continue doing things like this. Having sex with you was a one time deal. I was trying to be helpful.”

John pouted, standing up, “Come on, Eppy. You can’t mean that!”

First Paul was ignoring him, and now even Brian was going to say no to him?! John wasn’t used to this constant rejection.

“I do mean it, John,” Brian crossed his arms over his chest. “No more. Paul is right, and I don’t want to take advantage of you. I’m your manager , after all.”

John pouted, “ Fine . But if you change your mind, don’t come crying to me.”

He stormed out of Brian’s office, listening to him sigh heavily at John’s words.

Paul felt like a complete and utter ass. He’d cheated plenty of times on other people, but he’d never felt as bad as he did right now over George. Geo had been his best mate for quite a while, and he’d never meant to hurt his feelings like that.

But he was going to make it up to him. He was determined to. He walked into the suite with a bouquet of flowers and a bag of jelly babies for George. Ringo was sitting on the couch, and John was nowhere to be found. Probably off with Brian , Paul thought, feeling annoyed.

Ringo chuckled, “I hope those aren’t for me.”

Paul smiled, “Of course not. You know who they’re for.”

Ringo pointed at the bedroom, “He’s in there. Have fun.”

Paul winked at Ringo and went towards the bedroom, knocking on the door lightly and murmuring, “Geo? Can we talk please?”

There was a loud sigh and some silent rustling on the other side of the door before it opened a crack. George was glaring at him, “What do you want?”

“Please...” Paul begged. “I want to explain myself. I... I brought you flowers and... and jelly babies if you want them.”

George glanced down at the gifts before opening the door all the way and moving aside to let Paul in. Paul knew the lad was easily convinced when there were jelly babies involved.

He walked in and handed them over to George, who took the flowers and examined them for a moment. They were lavender, and they smelled pretty. George tried to hide his smile as he set them on the nightstand, then sat on the bed and started to eat the jelly babies. Paul was glad he seemed pleased with the gifts.

He gave Geo some space, sitting across from him on the other bed. George eyed him curiously, waiting for him to speak as he popped a jelly baby in his mouth.

“I’m real sorry, Geo,” Paul murmured, licking his lips. “I never meant to hurt you. John... Well, I’m not going to blame him because it was my fault for falling into his trap. I should’ve just said no and left him alone. I... I promise I won’t cheat again.”

George grumbled, “Yeah right. I’m sure you’ll go back to him the moment you and him are on good terms again.”

Paul frowned, “Look, I understand if you don’t trust me anymore. I get that, but... but please give me another chance? I care about you, Georgie. And... And I love being with you like we have been... being with John it was... it was a mistake.”

George sighed, setting down the bag of jelly babies on the nightstand and going to sit next to Paul on his bed. He cautiously took Paul’s hand, as if doing so meant he was handing over his full trust again.

Paul smiled and kissed his forehead, “Will you give me another chance, love?”

George nodded, leaning forward to kiss Paul gently on the lips. Paul grinned and dragged George closer, whispering against his lips, “Can I make it up to you, baby?”

George blushed, but nodded again, kissing Paul sweetly and asking, “What do you want to do?”

George remembered they’d been about to fuck the last time they’d gotten sexual, so he was hopeful they might do that today. He genuinely wanted to, even though in the back of his mind was the bet with John.

“I want you to take your pants off and get on the bed on all fours,” Paul instructed.

George could feel himself turning red as he began to do what Paul asked, removing his trousers and underwear and getting onto the bed on his hands and knees. His limbs were quaking from nerves, and Paul climbed onto the bed behind him, placing his hands on George’s hips.

“Don’t be anxious, baby,” Paul reassured him. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

He heard rustling behind him, and then he was being spread open, something wet lapping at his most intimate place. He gasped, gripping the sheets as Paul began to eat him out. He hadn’t expected this at all.

He’d heard from John that Paul liked to eat his partners out, but he hadn’t realized that that applied to ass as well as vagina. George held on tight as Paul lapped at his hole, holding him open before licking a long stripe from his balls to his entrance.

“P-Paul!” George whined, desperate and needy all of a sudden. “I... I can’t...!”

The feeling was so overwhelming, something unfamiliar yet exciting. George could feel that excitement pooling in his stomach, and his orgasm started behind his navel, building up and up as Paul continued his ministrations.

“Shh, love,” Paul whispered against his skin before rubbing at his loosening hole with his thumb. “You don’t want Rings to hear you, do you?”

George whimpered and shook his head, trying to stay quieter as he moaned, “P-Paulie! Oh my god...”

“Should I put my cock in here?” Paul teased as he gently began to push his index finger inside. George was beyond himself, from both the words and the actions Paul was applying to him.

“Hmm?” Paul hummed, pushing his finger in further. It didn’t hurt, but the stretch felt overwhelming in the moment. George sobbed quietly, mush-mouthed as he tried to tell Paul that’s exactly what he wanted.

“Mm...” he moaned. “Mhm... p-please...?”

Paul groaned and slowly added a second finger, pumping the digits in and out at an agonizing pace. George didn’t know how to tell him to go faster, to tell him that he was doing okay. But maybe Paul was going slow just to tease him.

“Good boy,” Paul sighed as he slipped a third finger inside, spitting on his hole to create more lubricant. “You’re doing so well for me, Georgie.”

George moaned, rocking back carefully on Paul’s fingers and letting out another quiet sob. He didn’t realize how badly he’d craved this until now. He didn’t know that it would feel so fucking amazing to have Paul’s fingers inside of him, and soon his cock.

Paul removed his fingers, much to George’s dismay and quiet whimper of disappointment. He could hear Paul removing his belt buckle behind him, and whined when he felt the hot weight of Paul’s cock on his hole.

“Shh, darling,” Paul cooed as he lubricated his cock. “I’m gonna fill you up, don’t worry.”

He started to apply pressure with his cock so he could slide in. The head was quickly enveloped, and George couldn’t help but cry out at the unfamiliar yet pleasant feeling of being filled.

George could feel tears rolling down his cheeks as he grasped desperately at the sheets below, clawing at the linen with his fingernails. If they were doing this with George on his back, Paul’s shoulder blades would’ve been all scraped up.

“ Mmph ,” George whined as Paul continued to push in. He could hear Paul holding his breath, as if he didn’t know what to do with himself in such a tight space.

Finally, Paul shoved in the rest of the way, resting comfortably inside of George, who was moaning and writhing on the sheets like a bitch in heat. Paul sighed shakily, his hands gripping George’s hips tightly.

“You alright, my love?” Paul asked sweetly, leaning over to give George a kiss on the cheek. “Can I move?”

George sucked in a deep breath, tearfully nodding and hiccuping out a breathy little ‘ yes ’. Paul groaned and started rocking in and out slowly at first before moving on to a more rapid pace.

“ God , Geo,” Paul hissed, fucking him harder on a couple of thrusts. “You’re incredibly tight, sweetheart. Tighter than any bird I’ve been in before.”

George felt pride swell in his chest at that, and he moaned loudly, “P-Paulie I... I c-can’t... god, I can’t!”

“You can, baby,” Paul reassured him, slowing down. “Shh, do you want me to stop, honey?”

“No!” George insisted. “Please— d-don’t stop!”

Paul groaned and started up the pace again, fucking into George hard and fast. The cacophony of their fucking echoed throughout the room, and George was almost certain Ringo had heard them by now. They were being so loud , and George couldn’t be bothered to keep himself quiet anymore. He was finally, finally getting what he wanted.

Paul continued to fuck him, angling himself until he hit right against George’s sweet spot. George cried out Paul’s name, pleading with him to, “ Keep doing that — right there!”

Paul himself sounded strained, like he was holding back his own orgasm while he tried to get George to the same place he was. He pounded into that spot, making George see stars. He didn’t even have time to react as he spilled all over the sheets, tearfully whining at the feeling.

Paul gasped and finished seconds after, George’s orgasm sending him over the edge too. George whimpered at the odd feeling of having someone else’s seed spilled inside of him. It felt strange, but he didn’t mind it all too much.

He was sure it was just something he’d have to get used to... if they did this again, which George was practically banking on at this point. Paul slowly pulled out, his cum dribbling down George’s thighs and making him moan. He sighed contently, helping George lay down as his legs were quaking from the hard fucking he’d endured.

He took out his handkerchief and started to clean them both up, kissing George sweetly on the cheek and whispering, “My sweet boy... my good boy...”

Paul soon climbed into bed behind him and snuggled up to him, kissing him gently and murmuring sweet things to him, ever the romantic. George sighed contently and cuddled back against him, eyes heavy with sleep. The last thing on his mind was the bet that he’d just won.

Chapter Text

John walked into the suite to hear obnoxious sex happening in the other room. Ringo was sitting on the couch watching television on the loudest volume setting, trying to drown it out. John knew exactly who was having sex as soon as he heard it, as if it wasn’t obvious enough already.

John rolled his eyes, going to sit down on the couch next to Ringo. He felt sick to his stomach as he muttered, “So... guess I lost, then.”

Ringo frowned, “Guess so... sorry, John. I know you uh... wanted to win.”

John nodded, complicated feelings swirling in his stomach. He swallowed thickly and started to rub his sweaty hands on his trousers. If he couldn’t have Paul... and he couldn’t have Brian... then who was left for him? Sure, he was married to Cyn, and he loved Cyn. But she wasn’t on this trip with them, and John needed attention, specifically from those he loved and cared for deeply.

He waited for the squeaking and moaning to die down before getting up and heading to the door. Ringo looked shocked, asking, “What on earth do you think you’re doing?!”

John turned back to grin at him, “Oh nothing.”

He turned the door handle and opened the door, pretending as though he was starting to speak to George without any knowledge of Paul being there, “Georgie, we’re having another meeting about the bet.”

He met eyes with George, who looked mortified. Paul tilted his head in confusion, tugging the sheets up further around them to save their dignity, “What bet?”

Paul quickly turned red upon realizing that John had burst in, “John Lennon, you need to learn to knock!”

John smirked, glancing between Paul and George and chuckling, “Oh shit, Harrison. Looks like you fucking won.”

Paul raised an eyebrow, “What? Won? What were you betting on?”

John held back an evil grin as he insisted, “Oh, let Georgie explain. I’m sure you’d love to hear about it.”

With that, he shut the door on them and walked back to his own room, feeling entirely too smug. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ringo’s horrified face.

Paul stared at the closed door for a moment before turning to George, “What... What bet was he talking about, Geo? I’m a bit confused...”

George was bright red and absolutely terrified to be sitting in bed with Paul right now. He couldn’t tell him about the bet. Paul would be furious. Plus, he’d probably think that George had only seduced him because of a bet! That wasn’t the case— George cared for Paul. The bet had just been a way to get him to actually make a move.

“U-Uh...” George murmured sheepishly.

“What did he mean ‘you won’?” Paul questioned, not sounding angry quite yet but definitely a little frustrated and confused.

“W-Well I...” George stammered. “I... I...”

“Geo,” Paul frowned, taking George’s hand and squeezing for comfort. “What’s all this about?”

George had never felt so guilty in his whole life. He was shaking as he whispered, “U-Um... look, it was John’s idea. I... I didn’t mean to... I only agreed because... well...”

George squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, “We were betting on who could sleep with you first of the two of us.”

It was silent then. George couldn’t look at Paul. After a few moments of quiet, Paul tore his hand away from George and threw the covers back, getting up and starting to get his clothes on. George slowly opened his eyes, but Paul was facing away from him, so it was hard to gauge his reaction.

“P... Paulie...?” George tried.

“Don’t you dare,” Paul snapped harshly, whipping his head around to glare furiously at George. “Shut the fuck up right now, Geo.”

George whimpered quietly and got up, starting to pull on his own clothes as he tried to explain, “I... I didn’t agree to the bet because I wanted to hurt y—”

“Well you did,” Paul snarled, picking up a strewn pillow from the floor and chucking it in George’s direction. As soon as George was dressed too and ducking from the pillow, Paul ripped open the door and shouted, “John Winston Lennon! You come out here right now!”

The door to John’s room opened quite quickly, as though he’d been waiting for Paul to call on him. Ringo was still sitting on the couch, glancing nervously amongst the three of them as he waited to hear Paul’s wrath.

John had a book between his fingers, and was reading it nonchalantly, his glasses perched on his nose as he asked in a bored manner, “Yeah, Paulie? Did you need something?”

Bastard, George thought angrily. He started this whole thing!

Paul stormed over to John and tore the book from his hand, tossing it across the room and shouting, “What the hell is your fucking problem?! A bet?! Over who could sleep with me first?!”

John shrugged, “Yeah... so?”

“So?!” Paul practically shrieked, sounding exasperated. “Why the hell would you play with me like that?!”

John frowned, “Play with you?! Haven’t you been playing with us?!”

Paul stared at John for a while, his mouth agape, “What?!”

“You’re the one who’s been playing with us!” John accused, pointing a finger at Paul. “You’ve been bouncing back and forth between George and me!”

George stood in the doorway, biting his lip before joining in, “Don’t drag me into this!”

John rolled his eyes, “Oh right, Harrison. I forgot, you’ve got your head so far up Paul’s ass you can’t see clearly!”

Ringo interjected, “Leave Geo alone! You’re the one who came up with this whole ‘bet’ idea anyway!”

“You knew?!” Paul shouted at Ringo, who suddenly became quite sheepish.

“W-Well I—”

“Don’t yell at Rings,” John tried. “He was just moderating.”

“You’re all fucking disgusting,” Paul spat, and George winced as he saw the tears building in Paul’s eyes. He was the angriest and most upset that George had ever seen him before.

John, meanwhile, wasn’t making anything better. He growled, “Look in the mirror, Paulie. You’re the one who’s been trying to sleep with both of us—”

“Because I care about both of you!” Paul yelled, and John shut up as soon as he saw the furious tears running down Paul’s face.

“Oh fuck,” John frowned, reaching out a hand. “Hey, don’t cr—”

“Fuck off,” Paul snapped, rubbing his tears on his sleeve before heading for the front door. “‘M gonna go stay with Mal. At least I can call him my friend. He wouldn’t do something as... as fucking depraved as you lot have.”

Paul grabbed his jacket off the coat hook by the door and stormed out tearfully, slamming the door behind him. Ringo finally let out the breath he’d been holding in, before turning to John and glaring, “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

John shrugged, “Look, at least I didn’t just stand around and let him ream me out like Harrison did.”

George shot John an angry look, crossing his arms over his chest, “You were making things worse by arguing with him, John! Can’t you see that we did something horrible here? Or are you too blind and emotionally stunted for that?”

John rolled his eyes, walking over to George and poking him in the chest, “You have nothing to complain about. You’re the one who got railed and won the bet. I’m walking away with nothing here!”

George shoved John, snapping, “It’s not all about you, John!”

John sighed with annoyance, teasing cruelly, “How was he, Georgie? Did he tell you he loves you just so he could come crawling back into my room later tonight? Cause if you think he truly cares about you then you’re sorely mistaken. He’s told me things you could only dream of ever hearing.”

George shoved him backwards again, about to snap at him when John shoved him back hard, and the two older Beatles watched as George fell into a nearby mirror and it shattered, glass going everywhere.

George gasped in surprise, his hands shaking as he realized he had quite the cut above his eyebrow from a fallen piece of glass. He reached up to touch it, blood trickling down his face and staining his fingers.

He felt two hands helping him up, expecting it to be Ringo, but was shocked when it was John who pulled him into a tight hug, murmuring, “Fuck, Georgie. Are you okay?! I didn’t mean to, honest! I have terrible aim— you know I’m legally blind, right? Shit— you’re bleeding. Rings get a towel or something.”

George whimpered and clung to his friend, this being the first time they’d been pleasant with each other in quite some time. George had missed it. They used to laugh and joke about together often, and Paul had caused a rift between them without even knowing it.

Ringo was soon rushing in with a wet hand cloth, dabbing at George’s wound and muttering swears under his breath.

“Does it need stitches?” John asked, biting his lip as he pulled away to examine the cut. “Shit, Georgie... I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Here, I’m going to take good care of you now.” He took the hand towel from Ringo and started to clean up his cut, sighing with relief, “It’s a small cut, it’s just bleeding a lot. Here, hold this tight on there, yeah?”

George held the towel to his forehead as John flitted about the room like a worried mother, looking for something to bandage the cut with. He found a box of Band-Aids amongst their suitcases and stuck it right over the wound, looking guilty.

“I’m sorry,” John apologized, helping George over to the couch. Ringo looked a bit shocked by all this, as if he hadn’t expected John to have a change of heart just because of a little cut on George’s forehead. Although, it had taken an entire broken mirror to make him see the error of his ways.

“‘S fine,” George shook his head, blushing from all the attention. “Really, John. No need to fuss. It’s just a little cut.”

“Yeah, but...” John frowned, looking serious. “I shoved you into a fucking mirror. You could’ve gotten really hurt, Geo. I swear it was an accident, yeah? I would never hurt you like that, no matter how angry I am at you.”

George nodded, leaning his head on John’s shoulder. He suddenly felt a lot closer to John than he had in months, and that made him realize just how much their feelings for Paul had affected their friendship.

Ringo was busy cleaning up the broken glass, and John was still fussing and cooing over George’s cut, “I’m gonna take good care of you, Georgie, I promise. I owe you now, for fucking up your already-ugly mug.”

He grinned, and George couldn’t help but laugh, “Who are you calling ugly, Lennon?”

John chuckled, ruffling George’s hair and sighing as Ringo left the room to find a dustpan and broom. As soon as he was gone, John frowned, “Hey... I’m sorry, yeah? Not just about the cut, but about everything. I... I get so competitive, especially when it comes to Paulie and... well I think I took it too far this time.”

“We took it too far,” George agreed. “I shouldn’t have joined the bet in the first place, and... and playing with Paul’s emotions like that... we shouldn’t have even considered it. I just... thought of it as a way to build my confidence so I would actually do something about my feelings for him, you know?”

“And I thought of it as an excuse to actually go for him,” John explained. “I’ve been holding myself back for years now when I should’ve just been honest with him... and with myself.”

George nodded, and they were silent for a few moments before Geo asked, “So what do we do now? He’s really... quite upset with us. And I don’t particularly blame him for feeling that way. I’d be pissed if I was him.”

“Well,” John shrugged. “He’ll come around. He does love us, both of us. And Rings too, but in a different way. He just needs time to sort out his thoughts, and we probably need to come up with some grand apologies as well.”

“What if... What if he wants to choose one of us?” George questioned, looking over at John with concern.

“If he chooses you, I’ll have to string you upside-down off the ceiling fan,” John teased with a grin.

“And if he chooses you, I’ll have to steal your glasses and sell them to the highest bidder,” George joked back.

John grinned and laughed, “Good, then it’s settled.”

George elbowed him playfully before sighing, “Listen... if Paul really wants to be with you over me then... then that’s fine... I mean, I’ll be upset yeah, but I get it. You two have always been really close...”

“Well that’s what I thought,” John shrugged. “But seeing him want to do sexual things with you and take you on dates and shite... it made me remember you were here first. He’s always cared about his little Georgie.”

George could feel himself blushing as he remembered how Paul had been treating him since the bet began. He loved every second, and he wanted more, but he knew that he couldn’t force Paul to be with him, especially after the mess he and John had made. At least now he didn’t have to worry about him and John fighting over Paul anymore. They seemed to have made their peace, no matter what Paul decided to do.

Paul didn’t end up at Mal’s room. He was in tears, stumbling down the hallway like a drunkard when he decided what he truly wanted to do was just get out of this crowded hotel and go have some fun. He deserved it, didn’t he? After all he’d been through today, he thought he could use a nice outing.

Well, he wasn’t really thinking. He was too upset to think anything through right now. How could his best mates do this to him? John, he wasn’t too shocked about, but Geo? And Ringo moderating! How could they do that knowing they were messing with Paul’s feelings?

Paul sniffled and rubbed the tears from his eyes, wandering down the street without a disguise. He was bound to be recognized at any moment, though it was starting to get dark out and there was less chance of anyone noticing him without the light shining on his angelic face.

He ended up pretty far from the hotel when he realized he wasn’t exactly sure how to get back. Paul swallowed his resolve and headed into a nearby bar, planning to ask a bartender or perhaps a patron how to get back to the hotel.

But one thing turned into another, and soon he’d had his fair share of drinks. He sucked down another whiskey shot before he looked around and realized this bar was particularly full of men, who were dancing fairly close to one another as well.

Paul had the sudden realization that he might be in a bar for homosexuals. He cleared his throat, reaching in his pocket for his wallet to pay his tab when he realized he didn’t have it with him. He bit his lip, looking around to see if he could get away with running out on the bill.

“I’ve got it,” an older gentleman placed down a few bills to cover Paul’s tab.

“O-Oh,” Paul blushed. “Th-Thank you, sir. I... I can repay you I just—”

“You can repay me with a dance, perhaps?” He asked, holding out a hand.

Paul could feel himself getting more and more anxious, even though he was pretty intoxicated by this point. He was not a homosexual, or at least, that’s what he’d been telling himself. It was just Geo and John. He liked birds outside of those two.

But he let the man lead him onto the dance floor, and soon they were slow dancing together, the man’s hands on his waist dragging him in closer. Paul had never had this kind of attention before, and he was avoiding the man’s intense gaze.

When the song was finally over, Paul tried to pull away, ready to get the hell out of this bar as fast as he could. But the man was insistent, dragging Paul closer and holding him forcefully by the chin so he could try to steal a kiss.

Paul whimpered, squirming in the man’s arms.

That’s when he heard a surprised, “Paul?” in a familiar voice behind him.

He turned to see Brian standing there with another young man clinging to his arm. Brian quickly shook the man off and walked over, grasping Paul by the arm, “Excuse me, but he’s taken.”

He swiftly pulled Paul into his arms for the next dance, sweeping him away from the elder gentleman and the young man that Paul and Brian had been entangled with.

Paul was still not so thrilled with Brian at the moment. After all, he’d slept with John, and Paul just didn’t think that was right given their professional relationship. He knew John and Brian saw things differently, though, and was also grateful that Brian had rescued him from that older man.

“What are you doing here?” Brian asked, swaying them slowly to the beat.

Paul gripped Brian’s hand and shoulder, stumbling over himself a bit as he’d clearly drank a little too much. He tried to explain, “We... the boys and I... we got into a big argument so I left. I was just wandering... I didn’t mean to end up here.”

Brian eyed him suspiciously, “Ah, I see. I was dragged here by some friends.”

That made more sense. Paul didn’t see Brian as the type to go out bar hopping, especially not to a bar like this, even if he was queer.

“So what did you boys fight about?” Brian questioned, eyebrow raised.

“Well,” Paul frowned, unsure of where to even start. “They uh... had a bet, you see. As to which of them could sleep with me first—George or John. Ringo knew about it too, and they just... they just played with my feelings like that. I was so stressed and... and they were just toying with me, Brian!”

Brian looked taken aback, “My goodness... I knew John wanted to sleep with you, but... I had no idea the extent of what the boys had planned. I’m sorry to hear that, Paul... I can talk to them for you if you’d like?”

Paul shook his head, “N-No... I should really deal with it. I just... I don’t know if I can pick one of them... and I think that’s what they expect from me.”

Brian sighed, “Well... I don’t think you should have to pick. I mean... who cares what they expect from you? They’re the ones who’ve been playing with your emotions. You should do whatever you’d like, in my opinion.”

Brian was right. Why should Paul have to cater to their needs? They’d tricked him, and been horrible to him. He should be allowed to do what he wants. And what he wanted was to get revenge on them in some way... hurt both their feelings.

Paul suddenly got an idea, a drunken one at that. He moved in closer to Brian, whispering in his ear, “Would you... like to go somewhere, Brian?”

Brian’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. He laughed nervously and pulled away from Paul, “You’re very funny, Paul.”

Paul pouted, batting his eyelashes sweetly, “I was being serious.”

Brian was flushed a deep red, but he shook his head quickly, wrapping an arm around Paul’s shoulders, “You’re drunk, Paul. Let’s just get you back to the hotel.”

Paul whined in annoyance, but reluctantly agreed. He let Brian take him back to the hotel, grumbling swears under his breath about being rejected. He knew it was a little hypocritical of him to be coming onto Brian when he’d just been angry with the man for sleeping with John, but in his drunken state he didn’t care as much.

“Come on, Paulie,” Brian helped him into the elevator. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Paul shook his head as Brian began to help him towards the suite, “Don’t wanna go in there. Don’t wanna see any of them...”

Brian nodded, “Shall I take you to Mal’s? Or would you like to stay in my room for the night?”

“Take me to Mal’s,” Paul complained. “Maybe he’ll let me suck his dick.”

Brian sighed heavily, “Then I’m taking you to my room. There’s no good reason for you to be engaging in oral sex when you’re this drunk, Paul.”

Paul grumbled swears under his breath. He supposed Brian was probably right, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t revengeful and horny right now. Brian led him up to his room and tucked him into his bed, deciding he would sleep on the couch for the night.

Paul fell asleep with tears in his eyes, thinking about Geo and John and how he was going to deal with them in the morning.

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Paul awoke to a panicked, “Paulie!” And someone was shaking him awake frantically.

At first, Paul thought it was Brian. He groaned and turned over, seeing John standing over him and rubbing his arm to wake him up. He looked upset and worried, and Paul took a minute to remember that he hadn’t come back to the suite last night, probably sending the boys into a bit of a panic.

“We didn’t know where you went,” John whimpered. “When Mal said you never showed up to his, we were so worried.”

Paul wiped the sleep from his eyes and sat up slowly, shooting John a small glare, “Oh, so now you’re worried about me?”

John frowned, sighing as he reached out to take Paul’s hand, “L-Look... Paul. I’m really sorry. It’s my fault. I started the bet... I basically coerced Geo and Ringo into it. So don’t blame them, yeah? Blame me.”

Paul swung his legs over the side of the bed and tore his hand away, grumbling, “I do blame you. It’s always your fault. You’re a mischievous little fuck.”

John swallowed thickly, looking guilty as he mumbled, “I... I know...”

Paul let out a heavy sigh. He wanted to ream John out and tell him he was a bad person for what he’d done. But what good would that do? Especially if John already knew that he’d been the bad guy here.

“Listen,” Paul started. “I just need some space right now, okay? I know you’re sorry... but I need some time to mull everything over. Same with Geo. I know he didn’t start it, but he did join it. He’s responsible for his own decisions as well.”

John nodded, getting up, “I... I understand. I’ll give you your space, yeah? Just... Just don’t hate me forever.”

Paul scoffed, “I don’t hate you, John. I could never. But... But I appreciate that.”

John smiled sadly, taking Paul’s hand to kiss it before he walked out. Paul sucked in a deep breath as he watched John go. Part of him just wanted to forgive him right away. He knew he couldn’t stay mad forever, especially not at John. But he knew that he couldn’t just let John get away with what he’d done, and George and Ringo either, even if John had been the ring leader.

As soon as John left, Brian entered the room with a trying smile on his face. He went to sit next to Paul on the bed, patting his back gently as he encouraged, “I know you’re giving them time, but you should think of what you want to tell them for now. I visited them this morning and... well, George in particular is upset.”

Paul frowned, “I’m sure he is... but I’m upset too. And I deserve the time to think about it.”

“I know you do,” Brian insisted. “And I agree with you. But I think that you should at least tell them you need that time, you know?”

Paul swallowed thickly and nodded, “Yeah, I think you’re right... I’ll say something to them, don’t worry. I don’t want to risk the band’s success because of this situation.”

Brian patted Paul on the back, smiling, “Good lad. Now, the sound check for our next show starts in an hour, so go get ready.”

Paul nodded, getting up to go get ready.

When the boys came back from their concert that night, they were all pretty bushed. Paul and Ringo had agreed to room together at their new hotel given the situation, and Paul had mostly forgiven the man for moderating. He knew Ringo just wanted to keep the peace.

Surprisingly, George and John were getting along quite well given everything else going on. Paul was almost pleased to find them joking with one another again, which he hadn’t seen them do in quite some time.

But something about it also annoyed him. How dare those two joke around after what they’d done to him. He crossed his arms over his chest, grumbling swears under his breath as the two joked with one another.

“You’re such a tease, Georgie,” John flirted, a smirk on his face. “What are you gonna do if I fall in love with you, hmm?”

George held back a laugh, “Everyone’s in love with me, Johnny. You’ll have to get in line.”

Paul rolled his eyes, and Ringo was watching them with amusement from the couch. John shoved George playfully, grinning, “Stopppppp, Georgie. You’re such a flirt.”

“And you’re not?” George shoved him back lightly.

“Can you two knock it off?” Paul snapped, finally having had enough.

They looked over at Paul in some surprise, and Paul continued to tell them off, “You’re both being so annoying. What’s your problem, anyway? You two didn’t have enough fun fucking around with me?”

George looked sheepish, practically hiding behind John, who immediately bit back, “What’s your problem? Jealous? We’re not paying attention to you so you can’t handle it, is that it?”

Paul shot him a nasty look, growling, “Shut your mouth, Lennon. I can’t believe you. After what you did, you two should be miserable!”

“Like you?” John asked. “Yeah, okay, Macca.”

Paul exploded then, unable to help himself, “You two should be ashamed of yourselves! How... How could you just joke around like that when you did what you did?!”

George piped up, “We... We’re sorry, Paul. We didn’t mean to upset you like this, really.”

John frowned, wrapping an arm around George protectively, “Don’t grovel to him, Georgie. He doesn’t deserve it. He was going back and forth between us, remember?”

George sighed, “John... come on. We at least owe him an apology for the bet.”

Paul crossed his arms over his chest and stared between the two of them, waiting for John to speak. John stared back for a while before finally letting his guard down and admitting, “Look, maybe we do owe you an apology. A big one. But that doesn’t mean you can come after us for simply having a laugh.”

Paul paused for a moment before motioning at John, “Go on then. Where’s the apology?”

John rolled his eyes, getting on both knees and pleading with clasped hands, “Oh please, sir. Forgive me, sir. I was led astray.”

George covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing, and Paul glared, throwing his hands up, “Good! Grand apology, John. I’m going to bed.”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. George frowned as John got up and dusted himself off, “You probably shouldn’t have done that, John. He’s only going to take longer to forgive us now.”

John shrugged, “I don’t care. He’s being a sissy.”

Ringo let out the deep breath he’d been holding in, getting up and deciding, “I’m gonna try to talk to him. We should all be getting to bed anyway. We have another show tomorrow and it’s getting late.”

The boys nodded and left for their own room while Ringo headed for the one he was sharing with Paul. When he entered, he could hear sniffing, and immediately felt a pain in his chest. He didn’t like hearing his bandmates so upset.

Ringo went to sit down next to Paul, who was curled up in his bed. He placed his hands awkwardly on his own knees, sighing, “Paul... are you alright?”

Paul sniffled and turned over, his face red with tears as he whimpered, “They don’t even care, do they? They fuckin’... used me... and they don’t give a fuck.”

Ringo took out his handkerchief and handed it to Paul, trying to reassure him, “Look, Paul. I don’t think they don’t care, you know? They do. You know how John gets... and Georgie feels bad, he tried to apologize, didn’t he?”

“Y-Yeah but... but he and John were just... joking around like nothing happened,” Paul pouted, his beautiful thick eyelashes blinking ever-so-sadly.

“They came to some sort of truce between them,” Ringo explained. “So they’re getting along now. And... And for the record, I don’t think they were using you. At least, from what I saw, their feelings were genuine.”

“You promise?” Paul asked tearfully, wiping his eyes on Ringo’s handkerchief.

“I promise,” Ringo swore, patting Paul’s leg. “Now get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll have a chance to talk to them again after our show.”

Paul nodded, handing the handkerchief back and snuggling under the covers, “Thanks, Rings.”

“Of course,” Ringo smiled, getting up so he could start getting ready for bed himself.

Paul woke up at about 3am, unable to sleep. He’d been tossing and turning, sleeping only a little bit in between. He sighed heavily, finally sitting up and deciding to give up on rest. He had George and John on his mind, and frankly, he missed them both.

He wanted everything to be alright again, and he knew just how to fix things.

Paul snuck into John and George’s room, closing the door behind him. George was dead asleep, but John immediately sat up, looking around the room in confusion for a moment at the noise before his blind eyes settled on Paul’s blurry form.

“Paulie?” He asked, picking up his glasses from the bedside table and putting them on. George stirred a bit, and Paul pressed his finger to his lips to shush him. John blushed as Paul came closer with a sultry look on his face.

“P-Paulie...” he whispered. “What are you doing here?”

Paul sighed and climbed into John’s bed, taking his hand and tugging him closer, “Come here, baby.”

“But... But I thought you wanted space,” John argued quietly, moving closer anyway.

“I’ve had enough space,” Paul murmured, leaning in to kiss John sweetly. “I want you to do something for me.”

John nodded eagerly, looking ready to please this time as he asked, “What is it, Paulie? I’ll do anything.”

“I want you to go wake up Georgie and suck his dick,” Paul smirked, stroking John’s side lovingly.

John’s eyes widened, and he peered over at George for a moment before letting out a breath he’d been holding in, “O-Oh... w-why though?”

“Because I want to watch,” Paul chuckled, pushing some stray fringe out of John’s face. “So go on.”

John stared at him for a moment before scrambling to get out of bed. He climbed in next to George and ran his fingers up and down the lad’s side, whispering in his ear, “Wake up, Georgie... wake up, come on.”

He nudged George lightly in the cheek with his nose, watching as George whined and stirred. He slipped his hand beneath George’s pants and gripped him carefully, “You want me to suck your dick, Georgie? Wake up, baby...”

George groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He blushed horribly when he realized that John was touching him, asking, “Wh-What are you doing?”

“Shh,” John hushed, taking George’s cock into his hand and starting to pump it. “Paulie’s here too. He wants to watch me suck your dick, yeah? Do you want that?”

George moaned, whimpering, “O-Oh... I...” He peered over his shoulder to see Paul sitting on John’s bed looking eager to see where this would go. George nodded slowly, gasping when John pressed him back on the bed and climbed between his legs.

He began tugging his pajama pants down, smirking when he saw George was already half-hard with interest. He chuckled, “Oh Georgie... I should’ve known you wanted me just as much as you want Paulie.”

George whined, spreading his legs a little further apart. John grinned and started to suck on the tip, kissing the head a few times before taking more into his mouth. George groaned and whimpered, looking over at Paul and blushing.

Paul slid out of John’s bed and walked over, brushing his fingers through George’s hair and murmuring, “Such a pretty boy... you like getting your cock sucked?”

George nodded, watching John for a moment before turning to Paul and asking, “But... But what about...?”

“Shh,” Paul whispered. “Don’t worry about any of that. We’ll talk about it later. Just focus on Johnny’s mouth, yeah? How does it feel?”

George moaned as John swallowed around him, bobbing his head quickly and sucking hard. He turned to Paul, barely able to get out a coherent sentence as he spoke, “I... It feels so g-good, Paulie... I... I want you.”

Paul chuckled softly, “It’s Johnny’s turn to get fucked, baby. He’s going to keep sucking you off while I fuck him from behind, is that alright?”

John moaned around George as though he approved of the idea. Paul grinned and helped John get onto all fours, still between George’s legs as he continued to suck him off. Paul got behind John and started to take off his pajama shorts.

“Shh,” Paul cooed, sighing as he spat on his fingers and started to rub at John’s entrance.

John moaned, pulling away from George’s cock to beg, “P-Please... P-Paulie I... I need you so bad.”

“I know you do,” Paul teased, starting to press his index finger inside to the first knuckle. “Now just focus on Georgie, not me.”

John whined and pushed back gently, going back to sucking George’s cock while Paul stretched him open. Paul couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this before. He didn’t need to choose; he could have both of his boys, and he didn’t care if that made him greedy.

Paul focused on stretching John, practically salivating at the thought of fucking him. He was thankful George was willing to share right now, his eyes half-lidded as John continued to expertly suck him off.

“You’re both such good boys,” Paul praised as he fucked John on three fingers. “My pretty boys, look at you.”

John groaned around George’s cock, ever a sucker for praise. George whimpered, warning John, “I’m getting close... fuck.”

Paul sighed as he watched John speed up, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder. They were so fucking hot like this, and Paul was incredibly horny just from watching them. He searched for John’s prostate, listening to him moan loudly when Paul finally rubbed his fingers against it.

“Go ahead, Georgie,” Paul encouraged, watching him gasp and buck his hips into John’s mouth. John looked determined to swallow everything, pinning George’s hips down and growling like a feral animal.

George cried out, finishing inside of John’s mouth and letting out a quiet sob. John pulled away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, grinning like an idiot at his accomplishment.

George looked exhausted, laying back on the pillows and whimpering, “J-Johnny... holy shit...”

John groaned as Paul pulled his fingers out, leaning up to share a kiss with George. They were making out heavily as Paul lubed himself up, and he watched them with interest as they clashed tongue and teeth together.

“Do you want it, Johnny?” Paul asked, smacking his cock against John’s hole a few times before starting to push against it.

John pulled away from George, who began to suck dark marks onto John’s neck, and whined, “Please... Paulie please...”

Paul started pushing inside, groaning at the tight feeling surrounding his cock as he continued to press into John’s hole. John was moaning so loud, and Paul could barely think over the sound of it.

“Shh, Johnny,” George whispered against John’s skin. “You can take it. Come on, tell Paul how much you like it.”

John sobbed, “Fuck, Paulie. Holy shit. Please... m-more...”

Paul could hardly breathe, finding George and John so incredibly hot when they were behaving for him like this. He started with the first slow roll of his hips, sighing contently at the warm and tight feeling.

“Shit,” Paul swore, gripping John’s hips tightly in his hands and beginning to pound into him. “You feel amazing, John. Keep making out with George, that’s it...”

Paul was almost certain poor Ringo could hear them from the other room, but he hardly cared at this point. He was too far gone to consider his feelings right now. John had tears in his eyes, moaning like a common whore while Paul fucked him hard from behind.

“You like that, don’t you?” Paul teased. “You like it when I fuck you like this? I bet you’ve waited so long for it.”

John nodded desperately, and George was cooing at him and stroking his hair, the two sharing sweet kisses every once in a while. Paul smirked and kept going, smacking John’s ass harshly. He knew he could be a bit rougher with John than he’d been with George— while George was so innocent and adorable, John was hot and rough when it came to sex.

“I’m gonna cum,” John gasped. “I’m so fuckin’ close, Paulie... please— don’t stop!”

Paul had never screwed someone with so much passion before, but he wasn’t letting up, even when John came onto the sheets with a loud sob. Paul groaned, feeling his own dick twitch with the need to orgasm. He kept going, listening to John’s overstimulated whimpers and moaning when he finally finished inside of him.

Paul sighed, trying to get his breath back as John lay his head in George’s lap, completely spent. He slowly pulled out of him, groaning at the sight of his own cum dribbling down John’s thighs.

He got off the bed to retrieve some tissue from the bathroom, and rushed to clean up both his boys so that they could get some much-needed rest. Paul smiled to himself. My boys, he thought happily as he nestled in the bed between the two of them, one in each arm.

“John is so much more docile once he’s been fucked,” George teased, and Paul chuckled with a nod in agreement.

John grumbled swears as his face began turning red, and he leaned up to kiss Paul’s cheek, “Watch it, Georgie. Now that I’ve seen your orgasm face I’ll imitate it for whoever I want to.”

George also blushed, managing to roll his eyes. Paul smiled, hugging them both close as the three of them fell asleep together.

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John was uncharacteristically happy the next morning, Brian had noticed. He figured it might be because the boys had made up, in more ways than one. He couldn’t help but feel a little envious. His long-standing feelings for John were incredibly complicated, and he wasn’t exactly thrilled to find out that John and Paul were sleeping together now.

The two were sitting backstage next to one another, writing songs and exchanging flirtatious looks and comments. George and Ringo were in George’s dressing room having snacks and practicing one of Ringo’s solos.

Brian stood there, watching John and Paul, and internally scolding himself for being jealous like a little school girl with a crush. He crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for them to finish.

Paul ran his fingers through John’s hair when nobody was looking, but Brian had seen. And he was feeling a bit sick to his stomach. Why couldn’t he find someone like that? John had been the only one who’d ever had a slight interest in him. Sure, there had been others, but not many that Brian really cared for like John.

Brian watched as the two parted, heading for their separate dressing rooms. Brian felt as though his feet were moving without him even giving a thought to where he was going. He slipped into John’s dressing room, knocking lightly on the door as he did so. He knew John wouldn’t mind if he came in.

John looked up, his shirt off, and a grin appeared on his face. He chuckled, “Eppy, you’ll never believe it. Paul fucked me last night. And it was fucking amazing.”

Brian bit his lip, sighing heavily, “That’s lovely, John. I don’t really need to know that information, but—”

“Nonsense!” John exclaimed. “You helped! Of course you need to know! Don’t be such a prude, Eppy.”

Brian argued, “I’m no prude, John. If you recall, I’m the one who—”

“Yeah, yeah,” John waved him off, pulling on his white shirt and starting to do up the buttons. He was hooking them through the wrong holes, and Brian rolled his eyes before walking over and starting to fix them for him.

“You’re useless,” Brian scolded, buttoning up his shirt for him.

He was trying not to stare at John’s lips, but it was incredibly difficult when they were this close. John must’ve noticed because he darted his tongue out to lick them, making Brian’s cock twitch in his pants.

“John,” Brian whispered, his hands shaking as he finished up the buttons. “You know that... that Paul will only take advantage of you and... and use you for sex. He does it with all his partners.”

John raised an eyebrow, “Oh? And what are you doing then?”

Brian frowned, avoiding John’s eyes as he murmured, “I’d never use you, John. Never.”

John frowned back, looking confused, “What are you saying, Eppy?”

Brian gently took John’s face into his hands, kissing him sweetly to try and convey his feelings. John pushed him away almost immediately, which made Brian feel both stupid and hurt from the rejection.

“What’s this all about then?” John asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said we couldn’t because you’re my manager. You’ve changed your mind on that?”

Brian hadn’t really changed his mind. He still thought it was a bad idea to hook up with John because of his position, but he also desperately wanted John. He shook his head, “Well, no. But I just... I suppose I’ve already crossed that boundary.”

John stared at Brian for a long time before muttering, “You should’ve told me this before I hooked up with Paul. It’s not fair to tell me all this now, Eppy.”

Brian knew that. He hadn’t meant to confuse John or put him in a compromising position. He knew that John loved Paul in a way that he could never hope for. He wrapped his arms around John’s waist, feeling that desire crawl through him.

“I know, my dear,” Brian sighed. “I know... I’m so sorry, John. It’s not fair to you, you’re right. I—”

“Johnny,” Paul sing-songed as he walked into the dressing room. “Are you ready to—”

He paused, stopping in his tracks when he saw Brian and John in each other’s arms. John quickly unhooked Brian’s arms from around his waist, and Paul scowled at their manager. He took John’s hand into his own, suggesting, “Perhaps you should leave.”

Brian frowned, “Paul, it’s not what it looks like—”

“I don’t care,” Paul glared. “I want you to leave John alone.”

Brian sighed and turned on his heel, not bothering to give John another look as he left the dressing room, feeling tears in his throat. He swallowed them back. He had to be their manager, after all. He had to take care of all the boys, not just John. And he couldn’t take care of John in the way he wanted to, anyway.

“Paulie,” John whined, bouncing on Paul’s cock, straddling his lap in bed after their show. George and Ringo had gone out drinking. Geo had decided that John deserved a little alone time with Paul since he had had Paul alone a lot lately.

“Shh,” Paul cooed, kissing at John’s neck and leaving dark marks there. “I’m gonna mark you up, sweetheart. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

John whimpered, slowing to a stop, “Fuck... I’m— holy shit.”

“Do you want me to take over?” Paul asked sweetly, brushing some sweaty bangs out of John’s face. “Are your legs tired?”

John nodded, gasping when Paul gripped his ass in his hands and began to pound up into him. He moaned, tossing his head back while clinging to Paul around the shoulders. He sobbed, “Paul— oh my god!”

Paul groaned, “That’s it, baby... god you look so good for me.”

John moaned, desperate and needy as Paul fucked him. Paul could barely get enough, groping John’s ass and his hips as he helped him bounce up and down on his cock. “Mmph—” John cried out. “Oh god! I’m gonna cum!”

“No,” Paul growled, continuing his thrusts. “Not yet, baby. Be a good boy, yeah? Wait for me.”

John was panting hard, clinging to Paul and whimpering like a little slut. Paul groaned, feeling feral as he pounded into John’s ass over and over. John was murmuring, “Please. Please, Paulie. I need it.”

“Okay, baby,” Paul finally gave in, feeling himself getting close. “Go ahead.”

John let out a loud sob, tossing his head back as he came between them. Paul moaned as he finished inside of John, sighing contently. John bounced on his cock a couple more times before he collapsed against Paul, breathing heavily.

“Good boy,” Paul praised, running his fingers through John’s hair. “You’re so cute like this.”

John whined, burying his face in Paul’s neck and grumbling, “‘M not cute...”

Paul chuckled, helping John off his lap so they could snuggle. He stroked John’s arm gently, kissing his cheek, “You make me so horny. Goddamn.”

John smirked, “You’re always horny. Whether it’s me or Geo, you always need your cock in somebody.”

Paul smiled, hearing the front door to the hotel suite opening. Soon enough, Geo appeared, poking his head in and asking, “Are you all finished? Rings and I are back. We brought some food for you both.”

John clung to Paul, whining, “We’re cuddling, Georgie. Come back later.”

George rolled his eyes, “Mhm, well the food’s going to get cold. So get Paul’s dick out of your ass and come sit with us.”

John stuck his tongue out childishly as George closed the door again. Paul laughed softly, kissing John’s forehead, “Aren’t you hungry, baby?”

John sighed, “I guess I could eat. But um... I wanted to talk about Eppy first.”

Paul immediately frowned, “What about Eppy?”

John wouldn’t look at Paul. He lay his head on his chest, playing with Paul’s chest hair as he murmured, “I... I don’t know what to do about him. I think he’s in love with me or something.”

Paul held John closer possessively, replying, “Okay... Well, tell him you’re with me.”

“I know,” John whispered. “I know that... I just... I feel kind of guilty. I guess I probably shouldn’t have gone to him for sex. He seems a bit attached now.”

Paul muttered, “Well there’s nothing he can do now. You’re mine... aren’t you?”

John nodded, “Well yeah... of course I’m yours, Paulie. I just... I care about Brian too, you know? I really do. I don’t want to hurt him.”

Paul paused, rubbing John’s shoulder gently before answering, “If you want to sleep with him, John, just say so.”

John blushed, shaking his head shyly, “I... I don’t...”

“I’ll let you,” Paul murmured against his skin, kissing him on his neck gently before continuing, “But you have to promise you’ll only let him do it one last time.”

John took a moment to ponder before nodding, “Okay, Paulie. If you’re sure.”

Brian was sitting at the desk in his hotel room looking over some paperwork and sipping on scotch when John sauntered in, closing the door behind him and locking it. Brian was a little surprised to see him. He thought that John would have gone out with the boys tonight, as Paul, George, and Ringo had all said they were going to do.

John couldn’t seem to get enough of Paul now that he had him. Brian could hear them making out in John’s dressing room or in the bathroom before shows or interviews. He was shocked that John wouldn’t take this opportunity to go out with Paul and flirt, dance, and drink with him all night.

“Alright,” John clasped his hands together. “Here’s the deal, Eppy.”

Brian raised an eyebrow as John walked up to the desk and leaned over it, grasping his tie and tugging it out of place. He swallowed thickly while John bit his lip and eyed him up, murmuring, “Paulie says you can fuck me one last time if you want.”

Brian could hardly breathe at that. John looked so needy right now, and Brian couldn’t believe that he was here telling him such a thing. Paul was going to... allow... Brian to have sex with John? That seemed almost too good to be true.

“W-Well, John,” Brian stammered. “I... I don’t really think that would be appropri—”

“Bullshit,” John snapped, tugging Brian’s tie so that they were mere centimeters apart. “I know you’d jump at the chance to sleep with me again. So take the opportunity while you have it, Mr. Epstein.”

Brian took a deep breath, weighing his options for a moment. It wouldn’t be appropriate to sleep with John again, but... if it was really his last chance, why shouldn’t he? Something was tearing at his chest, something feral coming out of him.

He gripped John by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, the two mashing their tongues against one another as they made out. John whimpered, climbing over the desk and into Brian’s lap.

Brian gripped John by the ass, dragging him closer and kissing him fiercely. It was like he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how loud that voice in his head was screaming that this was wrong; that he was John’s manager, and he shouldn’t be taking advantage of him like this.

John moaned, undoing Brian’s tie and tossing it aside before starting to work on unbuttoning his shirt next. Brian was trying to feel up everything he could get his hands on: John’s waist, his hips, his ass. He was so enamored he could barely string together a coherent thought. He just needed John. He needed John like he needed air.

“Oh, baby,” Brian whispered against John’s neck, possessively holding him close. “I want you so bad.”

“I know, Eppy,” John whined. “I want you too.”

Hearing that was more than Brian could ever hope for. He stood, lifting John up with him and laying him back on the desk. He cleared the rest of the desk off with one arm, not caring as pens and papers clattered to the floor.

“Eppy,” John whimpered. “Please.”

Brian undid John’s pants, taking his shoes off and practically throwing them aside before he pulled John’s trousers fully off. He then took off John’s boxers, pushing John’s legs up and apart and admiring how hard he was. He was leaking all over.

“John,” Brian breathed. “You’re so god damn beautiful.”

John visibly blushed at that, scolding, “Quit the lovey-dovey shit and get on with it.”

But Brian couldn’t help himself. He wanted to praise John in every way he could because he knew John couldn’t see what he saw. He let go of John’s legs, mumbling something about getting the lube and retrieving it from his suitcase.

He returned to John, who was waiting so patiently for him. John spread his legs open again, tilting his hips back as if to invite Brian inside. He groaned and poured some lube onto his fingers, stroking his hip gently with his dry hand as he circled John’s hole with his wet hand.

“Mmph,” John whined as Brian pushed a digit inside and began to fuck him on it. “Oh fuck, Eppy... you’re always so good with your fingers.”

Brian felt himself flush with pride as he slipped a second finger inside, growling when he realized how loose John was, likely from a recent tryst with Paul. He felt jealousy bubbling in his gut, fucking John harder with his fingers in a somewhat possessive way.

“Oh my god!” John cried, reaching down to touch himself.

Brian smacked his hand away, berating him, “Don’t. You’ll cum from my cock or not at all.”

He couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth, but John groaned from it, so he must’ve liked it. He added a third finger, using his free hand to hold John’s thigh. John was whimpering, bucking up as if to get friction for his poor leaking cock.

“Eppy!” John moaned.

“What is it, darling?” Brian cooed, fucking his fingers in harder. “You want my cock?”

John nodded desperately, his fingernails scraping on the wood of the desk. Brian pulled out his fingers to a disappointed whine from John. He undid his belt and pants and took out his cock, lubing it up. The contrast of John being mostly naked on the desk and Brian being fully clothed with just his cock out was incredibly hot.

He slipped inside with ease, sighing at the feeling of John’s hole sucking him in. It felt perfect; just the right amount of tightness and heat. John was moaning obscenely, an incredibly loud lover in bed, which Brian enjoyed.

“Oh Eppy,” he groaned.

Brian gripped his thighs in his hands and started pounding into him, listening to his wet little gasps and whimpers. It was incredibly cute to hear John Lennon falling apart at the seams, sobbing and begging for cock.

“Do you want everyone to hear you?” Brian hissed as he rammed in and out, gripping his thighs hard so that he might leave light bruises for Paul to find. “You’re so loud, my dear.”

John covered his mouth with his hand, muffled moans leaking between his fingers. Brian was insatiable. He couldn’t get enough, tilting his head back with a groan as he fucked John harshly.

They went on like that, both breathing heavily and sweating as Brian rutted in and out as fast as he could. John had forgotten to cover his mouth, his hand slipping away in favor of moaning aloud as drool dribbled from his lips. John reached down to touch himself before remembering Brian’s rule and whimpering as he rested his hand on his thigh shakily.

“Good boy,” Brian praised. “Are you going to cum?”

“Y-Yes,” John nodded quickly. “Yes... please— I have to— I’m gonna—”

Brian slowed down, pulling out so that John couldn’t achieve orgasm so fast. He wanted this time to last, and he listened to John’s surprised and disappointed whimper. He let out a loud sob, pleading, “Eppy. Please!”

“Not yet,” Brian smacked his cock against John’s hole a few times before pushing back inside. “Wait.”

“I fucking can’t!” John cried.

“You can,” Brian murmured, fascinated as he watched John take it over and over again. “And you will.”

John was a sobbing mess by this point, his hands gripping his own thighs just to stop himself from touching his cock. He was so loud that Brian was certain people in the hallway would be able to hear, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. They’d probably think John was some girl with the way he was moaning so high-pitched and desperate.

John was flushed with sweat and whining, mumbling incoherently as Brian’s cock fucked him in just the right spot. Every time he got close, Brian could tell. He would tighten up just right, and Brian would pull out of him just to see his face screw up with a whimper and a loud cry.

Finally, Brian decided to grant him reprieve, and he shoved back in one final time, growling, “Now. Now, John. Go ahead.”

John tossed his head back against the desk and came hard, Brian fucking him through it. He himself was getting close, and he tensed up, finishing inside of John with a groan. He didn’t want it to be over; he couldn’t believe it had come and gone so quickly.

Brian slowly pulled out, groaning as he watched his own release dribble out of John’s hole. He sighed and put his cock back in his pants before helping John sit up. The poor boy was whimpering and sniffing, overwhelmed by the whole thing though he’d clearly enjoyed himself.

Brian collected him in his arms and helped him to his bed so he could rest for a little while. John seemed quite embarrassed now that it was all over, and Brian wanted to reassure him that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

“John,” Brian snuggled close to him, wrapping him in the covers after cleaning him up with a handkerchief. “Are you alright, my dear?”

“Y-Yeah,” John blushed, unable to look Brian in the eye. “Thanks, Eppy.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Brian tried. “You know I would do anything for you.”

John laughed nervously and attempted to get up, looking uncomfortable. Brian gently pressed him back against the bed, asking, “Where are you going? You should rest, darling.”

“I think I’m gonna go back to the suite,” John decided.

Brian frowned, “But... the boys aren’t going to be back for a while. You can stay here tonight if you’d like...”

He didn’t understand why John was so standoffish after they had sex. It was almost like he regretted it, and that made Brian feel awful. He stroked John’s arm gently, trying to convince him to stay, “Come on, lie back down, John. You need to rest after all that exertion.”

John shook his head, sitting up again, “I... I don’t want to.”

That hurt to hear. Brian sighed heavily, waving him away, “Then go if you must.”

John got up and started pulling his clothes on, explaining, “I just think Paul would be upset if I tried to stay the night... I want to be there when he gets back.”

Brian was trying not to be too upset. He knew that John belonged to Paul now, not to him. He didn’t have any claim to lay over John, and he had to let him go if that’s what he truly wanted. He watched sadly as John walked over to the door, turning to wave at him before leaving the hotel room.

Chapter Text

As soon as John got back to the suite, he could sense something was wrong. Ringo and Geo were passed out on the couch, but John could hear someone fucking in the bedroom. If Paul wasn’t having sex with George, then who was he fucking?

John bristled when he heard a loud moan that couldn’t have come from anyone other than a woman. He scowled, tossing his jacket on the chair and storming towards the bedroom. He threw the door open, watching Paul drilling into some poor bird underneath him.

John tensed up and took out his pocket knife, grabbing her clothes off the ground and starting to tear them up with the knife. The woman Paul was sleeping with noticed him instantly, and shoved Paul off, hiding her body under the covers.

Paul looked around in confusion, seeing John and frowning, “John? What the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell are you doing?!” John seethed, throwing the tatters of clothes at the two of them. “Good luck getting dressed now, you fucking whore.”

“John!” Paul scolded. “Don’t call her that!”

“Paul,” John growled. “If you don’t get her out of here in the next 30 seconds we’re going to have an even bigger problem on our hands.”

“Paul,” the poor woman asked. “What’s going on here?!”

Paul got out of bed and started getting dressed, offering her one of his shirts as hers had been cut up to the point where she couldn’t even wear it. She rushed out of the hotel room in tears, embarrassed and upset. Paul had tried apologizing, but she wouldn’t hear it.

As soon as she was gone, John glared at him furiously, “So you give me permission to sleep with Eppy just so that you can sleep with some bird?! Typical.”

“That’s not what I—”

“Shut up,” John snapped. “You’re such a fucking slut, Paul. You’re always sleeping around. I thought that... that when you finally had me you would stop... but... but... fuck you! Aren’t Geo and I enough?!”

Paul looked sheepish, as though he hadn’t expected to get caught. John snarled, “We’re done. I’m going back to Eppy. And you better tell Geo what you did or I will.”

Paul frowned, “I’m really sorry, John. I just—”

“What?” John rolled his eyes. “You got sick of ass and had to go back to cunt? I don’t care what explanation you think you have. Fuck off.”

George watched sleepily as Paul stormed out of the hotel suite to go to Mal’s, John following him to the door to shout at him, “Go suck Mal’s dick then, you fucking whore!”

“Fuck off, Lennon!” Paul yelled back, and the door slammed behind him.

Ringo sat up straighter, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” John grumbled. “Paulie’s just decided he wants to go back to cunt.”

George frowned, “What does that mean? He was fucking a bird?”

John nodded, muttering swears under his breath, “He’s a fucking slut. Can’t keep his dick dry for five minutes.”

Ringo sighed, “I’m sorry lads. I’m sure you’re both pretty upse—”

“Rich, can you leave?” John asked suddenly. “I wanna talk to Geo alone.”

Ringo frowned, getting up and rubbing the back of his neck, “Sure thing.”

“It’s nothing personal,” John reassured him. “It’s just... you don’t want Paul like we do, so... you probably don’t wanna hear what I’ve got to say.”

Ringo nodded, forcing a smile as he headed to the door, “No no, it’s fine. I’ll go visit Brian, see what he’s up to. Or maybe I’ll go out for another drink.”

George watched Ringo leave and waited for the door to shut before asking, “So what are you thinking, John? We should probably stay away from Paul for the moment. He doesn’t deserve either of us.”

John sat down next to George, sighing, “I have an idea for how we can get back at him, Georgie. But I need you on board before I do anything, okay?”

George eyed John curiously, but ultimately nodded in agreement, “Sure, John. What is it?”

John grinned devilishly, and George never liked that smile on him. He blushed, repeating, “What... What is it, John?”

“He’s gonna walk in on us fucking,” John shrugged, as if the sentence he’d just said was completely nonchalant.

“O-Oh...” George stuttered, eyes widening. “He... He is?”

“Yes, Georgie,” John chuckled, tilting George’s head so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “I’m gonna call Mal and tell him to have Paul come back, and then we can start. Does that sound good?”

George could feel himself turning a dark shade of red as he pictured himself and John fucking in Paul’s bed. He nodded slowly, whimpering as John caged him on the couch and whispered, “Maybe we could even start early, if you’d like.”

“What... What do you mean?” George asked innocently.

“Aww Georgie,” John smirked. “You’re so cute. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

George felt nerves and embarrassment roll through his stomach. He stared at John in disbelief for a moment before realizing he was serious. He murmured, “But... But John... we can’t just—”

“Yes we can,” John brought his face closer, placing a tender kiss on the corner of George’s mouth. “We’ll get back at him, don’t you worry.”

But that wasn’t really what George was worried about. He swallowed thickly and slowly got onto his knees in front of John, his face completely red as he started undoing John’s belt buckle.

“Didn’t you just get fucked by our manager,” George teased as he pulled out John’s cock, glancing up at him through his eyelashes. “You’re just as horny as Paul, aren’t you?”

John chuckled, “Perhaps. Less talking, more sucking, Georgie.”

George whimpered and took his cock into his mouth, moaning around him and starting to bob his head. John groaned, running his fingers through George’s hair and sighing, “That’s it, baby. God, you look so good on your knees.”

George groaned and kept bobbing his head eagerly, whimpering loudly and feeling his own cock twitch from the praise. He placed his hands on John’s thighs and sucked harder, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as John bucked into his throat.

George gagged and whined, feeling John grip his hair hard and growl, “This is your warning, Georgie. I’m gonna fuck your throat now.”

He barely had time to adjust before John was doing what he said he would. He fucked George’s throat hard and with quick thrusts so that George barely had time to breathe through his nose. He sobbed and sucked in as much air as he could between thrusts.

“Such a good boy,” John praised, pulling his cock out and smacking it against George’s cheek a couple of times. “You’re very good at this, baby. Tell me you want more.”

“M-More,” George pleaded. “More please, Johnny.”

John groaned and waited for George to open his mouth again before shoving it inside again, “There you go, Georgie. God, you just love sucking cock, don’t you?”

George nodded desperately, bobbing his head quickly so he could show just how eager he was. He heard the door open behind him, and went to pull off when John held him down on his cock and growled, “Stay there,” under his breath.

“I forgot my wallet—” Paul’s voice came through clear as day, the door shutting behind him and a clear pause in his voice as he took in the sight before him. “Oh? What’s all this, then?”

“He just couldn’t resist,” John purred, letting go and running his fingers through George’s hair again. “He loves my cock. Don’t you, Georgie?”

George nodded, sucking hard and trying to look at Paul out of the corner of his eye. John growled, “I’m gonna wreck him. And you’re gonna watch. That’s your punishment for hooking up with that bird.”

George moaned around John’s cock, waiting for John to wreck him like he said he was going to. Paul grumbled, “John, I’m in charge. You two are both going to be punished if you continue this—”

“Fuck off,” John snapped. “You’re in trouble right now. Not us. So go sit in the cuck chair and watch, whore.”

He heard Paul audibly sigh and then sit down in the chair across from the couch. George kept doing what he was told to do, sucking John’s cock like it was sweet candy. John groaned and tugged on his hair, praising, “That’s it, Georgie. Look at you, sucking my cock like that. Come on, baby, come sit in my lap.”

George whined and pulled off, about to climb into John’s lap when he ordered, “Take off your pants and knickers first.”

George blushed and took them off, clambering into John’s lap and grinding their naked cocks against one another. He moaned, “J-Johnny...” and John gripped his ass hard in his hands, kneading at the skin as he leaned up to kiss George harshly.

They made out like that for a couple of minutes, John spreading his cheeks open and rubbing a dry finger against his entrance. John pulled away and held up two fingers to George’s mouth, growling, “Suck. Now.”

George sucked on his fingers like it was what he was born to do, gyrating his hips down onto John’s cock. John groaned and removed his fingers once he was satisfied. George could feel Paul’s eyes on him, boring holes into him as John started pushing a finger inside of him.

George looked behind him, smirking when he saw just how affected Paul was. He was hard in his trousers, biting his lip as he tried not to touch himself. George decided he should really play it up for Paul, make him desperate and needy. He whined and tossed his head back, pushing back as John fingered him.

“Oh Johnny,” George sighed. “I need you so bad...”

John grinned and fingered him harder, lining up a second digit and pushing it inside, “Mmm, can’t wait to be inside of you, baby... look at you, Georgie. Who would’ve thought you’d be such a little slut for it, hm?”

Paul was looking incredibly jealous and erect right about now, sitting in the chair with his arms across his chest. George moaned when John finally pulled his fingers free, feeling the hot weight of his cock resting against his hole before starting to push inside.

“Oh fuck,” George moaned louder, sinking down on John’s cock slowly. “Holy shit.”

“Shh,” John cooed. “Sit on my cock, baby. Go on.”

George waited until he was fully seated before he started bouncing on his lap, groaning at the feeling of John filling him up so nicely. He could hear Paul curse under his breath, clearly affected by what was going on. George knew he should play it up a bit more, and pulled something out of his playbook that he never thought he’d use.

“Daddy!” he whined, seeing the surprise on John’s face before it turned into full-blown lust.

“Oh yeah?” John grinned evilly, grasping George by the ass and starting to fuck up into him harshly. “Who’s your daddy, Georgie? Me or Paul?”

George gasped and moaned loudly as John pounded his prostate over and over. He whimpered, “Y-You, Johnny! You’re my daddy!”

He could sense Paul’s jealousy from where he sat perched in John’s lap, his cock up his ass. George could feel himself getting closer by the second, the orgasm in his gut building and building until it was ready to come crashing down again.

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” John teased. “Such a good boy for your daddy.”

George cried out, “I-I’m cumming! Fuck— I’m—”

“Go ahead, baby,” John managed to get out before George was finishing all over their stomachs.

John groaned at the sight, his eyes half-lidded as he continued to pound up into George’s ass. He sighed, “Such a pretty boy... Do you want daddy to finish inside you?”

“Y-Yes!” George nodded, a loud whimper escaping his mouth when he felt John still and cum inside of him.

“Good boy, Georgie,” John praised, smacking his ass as George got off his lap. John’s seed spilled down his inner thighs and the back of his balls.

Paul was frowning, his index knuckle in his mouth as he watched the two of them. He looked... annoyed, to say the least. John grinned, “How’s that feel, Paulie? You jealous? Good. You should be.”

Paul scowled, “You’re not being very kind, John.”

“You slept with some random bird,” John snapped back. “Now we’re even.”

“Are you going to come help me with this, then?” Paul asked, pointing to his obvious boner.

“No,” John smirked, pulling his trousers back on and then helping Geo clean up and put his on too. He stood up and grabbed George’s hand, “Come on, Georgie. Let’s have a cuddle.”

Paul’s favorite part of sex (outside of the actual act) was cuddling. His mouth dropped open, looking offended as George and John went off to the bedroom together.

George woke up the next morning wrapped around John, who was still dead asleep. He yawned and turned over to check the clock on the wall for the time. It was about 8 in the morning, and he rose slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.

He smiled affectionately at John’s sleeping form, ruffling his hair before he left to go to the common area. Paul was already up, sitting in front of the telly and watching the news while he drank a cup of tea. George wasn’t sure what kind of mood Paul would be in after last night, so he approached cautiously.

“Georgie,” Paul smiled at him, patting the spot next to him. “Come sit with me, love.”

George took a seat next to Paul, who immediately set down his tea cup and wrapped an arm around him, drawing him closer. George couldn’t help but blush. He didn’t know why he always felt so shy around Paul, especially when he put on his charm.

“You’re so cute, Geo,” Paul whispered against his skin, drawing closer and closer until he was caging him on the couch, much like John had the night before. “Do you want me to do things to you, baby?”

“Oi,” he heard from behind him, seeing John emerge from the bedroom with his hair sticking up all over and his glasses on skewiff. “Leave my little Georgie alone.”

“Oh, so now he’s yours?” Paul raised an eyebrow. “You’d better watch it, Lennon.”

George blushed and clung to Paul’s shirt, “U-Um... you don’t have to fight over me.”

John plopped down on the other side of George, wrapping his arm around him too and drawing him close. He kissed George’s temple before sticking his tongue out at Paul, who was looking more annoyed by the second.

“It’s my turn,” Paul grumbled possessively. “You had Geo last night.”

“Your turn?” John mocked. “Very funny, Paulie. I didn’t even know we were taking turns!”

“I’m not an object to be passed around,” George said quietly but defensively.

“Maybe you should go back to Brian,” Paul suggested to John angrily.

George could sense a big fight coming, and he quickly got up, holding his hands up innocently, “I don’t want to be in the middle of this.”

John grasped George around the waist and tugged him onto his lap. George whimpered as Paul leaned over him, the two men crowding him from either end. It was incredibly hot, and George was blushing horribly.

“What... What are you—” George started when Paul shoved his tongue into George’s mouth, kissing him deeply.

John tugged George away by his hair, and George was going to complain when John started kissing him instead. George whined when he felt John’s dick against his ass, kissing John back.

“Oh, come on,” he heard Ringo say as he exited the bedroom. “Really? Again? And in the living room? I sit on that couch!”

George quickly pulled away, blushing horribly at Ringo having discovered them. Paul and John looked barely bothered, but Geo sincerely felt bad for Ringo. It must be hard to be a third wheel, let alone a fourth wheel.

“You couldn’t have waited in your room till we were done?” John asked in annoyance.

“No John,” Ringo sighed. “This is my suite too!”

Ringo plopped down on the couch next to Paul and started watching the television. Paul slowly removed himself from George, who was still perched upon John’s lap. George went to get up, but John had other ideas. He held George down and whispered in his ear, “Let’s go to the closet, Georgie. Hmm?”

“John,” George whispered back. “Leave me alone.”

Paul noticed them whispering and glared, elbowing John in the side. John rolled his eyes and let George go, though not without thrusting up subtly so that his half-hard cock rubbed against George’s ass.

George bit his lip and felt his own cock twitching. He got up and went to sit in the chair near the couch, taking out his cigarettes and starting to smoke. That’s when he noticed Paul’s hand on John’s crotch, being incredibly subtle as he rubbed his fingers against the sensitive head. John was biting his lip hard to avoid moaning.

George couldn’t believe the audacity they had. He wanted to call them out, but he was worried about making Ringo feel uncomfortable again. He met eyes with Paul, who shrugged innocently and winked at him.

“Rings,” George got up quickly, trying to distract him. “You wanna go get some breakfast?”

Ringo smiled, “Sure, Georgie. Do you wanna come with us too?” He turned to John and Paul. Paul had removed his hand, but John was looking more than desperate still.

“No thanks,” Paul smiled back sweetly. “We’re gonna hang out here for a bit.”

Ringo, not noticing anything, got up and followed George out the door. George could hear the sounds of the two they’d left behind making out as soon as they’d turned around. He rolled his eyes and placed a hand on Ringo’s back, leading him as far away from the hotel room as possible.