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i-live-for-lennon · 2 months

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I Want You

my first take at mclennon smut

nsfw, smut, fluff, paul x john, cussing

**the boys are on holiday in miami in 1964. they are left in the vacation house house alone while brian is out on the town. george, ringo, and paul are having a blast in the pool as john is fully clothed on a reclined chair reading a melancholy novel. paul takes note of john’s absence and decides to say something.**

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“mates, i’m going to check on john. you lot stay here.” ordered paul as he climbed out of the pool.

“alright macca. guess i’m just gonna have to dunk ringo under then!” george exclaimed excitedly and he lurched to ringo in the water

“what? GEO NO- BRLURPBRULP…” ringo was drowned out by the splashes from george

paul shook his head as he grabbed a towel and strutted to john, muttering under his breath “i swear i’m the only normal one here, and that says something”

even under the darkly tinted sunglasses, paul could feel john’s piercing gaze and hesitantly took the seat next to the man who was in full pants and a black sweater despite it being 90 degrees. unsure what to say, paul took an accidental sharp inhale and john’s head turned to face the nervous kid.

“why you missing out on all the fun love?” john smirked as he slowly pulled down his shades to expose his eyes. the same eyes that made paul both nervous and safe, warm yet fresh, old but new.

“oh well yknow, i just wanted to check on you since you are being more antisocial than unusua l…” paul stumbled out these words and his eyes, almost instinctively, flashed to john’s hands. “not sure if the others noticed but i saw that you keep tugging at your suit a whole lot yesterday”

“eppy got my suit too tight. i swear it’s only cause he wants to see what he’s missing” john sneered and his face turned into a more menacing stare.

paul knew it was more than the whole brian thing. paul knew john better than that. paul knew something was up. ‘i mean i have to know’ paul reasoned in his mind while his thoughts were racing ‘i have know this bloke forever and i know something is off… right??’

as paul quietly ruminated in his frantic inner monologue, john turned, confused by the silence, “you there princess? geez one time i don’t talk about music or you and you’ll just clam right up” he scoffed “yknow paul i was really hoping america wouldn’t change you. but i guess i was wrong. guess i was wrong about you…” john trailed off as he raised his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes that were welling with tears.

“john what is up?? this is coming out of the blue and YOU have been weird since we got to america. you have been isolating yourself and blame me for what you are doing? absolutely not. i know you are struggling but you need to take some accountability mate!” paul was exasperated when he said this.

“paulie, i can’t do it. i’m not pretty like you. i’m not handsome like george. and i’m not cute like ringo.” john said, defeated

“oh come off it! you know you are smart and charming and you have a wife for christs sake!”

“but cyn only married me cause i knocked her up. she doesn’t truly love me. no one does and at this rate no one ever will.”

“john that’s not the truth and you know that. cyn loves ya. and you know you should be glad. and even if she’s not the one forever, there is someone that will love you, i know it. you’re too beautiful to be ignored.”

“but paul look at me! i’m huge and my nose is terrible and my belly bulges and my voice cracks and you and i can never really love each other and-“

john’s rant was suddenly stopped by a kiss from paul. both of them pulled out of it and stared in utter shock.

paul nervously said “john god i’m so sorry. i don’t know what came over me. i just, just wanted to help-“

“oh won’t you please please help me. come on let’s talk inside. away from the children” john grabbed paul’s hand and walked him into the vacation home.

paul turned back to look at the ‘children’. george and ringo hadn’t noticed what just happened and were still splashing around. paul shook his head for two reasons: 1) he could always count on george and ringo for laugh and 2) he couldn’t wait for what was in store for him inside with john…

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as the duo walked inside they went into john’s room and paul sat on his bed. john took off his sunglasses and set them on the dresser next to portable turntable he brought for the trip. while near it, john picked an old jazz record and placed it on. with the scratch of the record, the soft music was on.

paul chuckled and john smiled when the familiar tune came on. this was a record that would constantly play at paul’s house when they were kids. john would come over for guitar lessons, trying to drown the vinyl out with their rock n roll strumming.

still rubbing the water out of his hair he noticed john take off his sweater and immediately cross his arms over stomach.

“john. yknow i think you’re perfect. yknow that.” paul said while trying to console the other man.

“no i’m really not, half of what i say is meaningless but thank you” john say next to him on the bed, blushing.

paul’s hand inched over to john’s and grabbed it. “i love you johnny. i love you so so much. every part of you. i love your snide remarks and rhythm guitar and cheeky smile. even your flaws i love. even you i love” paul confessed while looking at john’s hands, too afraid to look him in the eye.

john took his free hand, grabbed paul’s face, and held it. “macca, i don’t deserve you. but since i got you, i’ll never let you go” johns other hand tightened its grip on paul’s hand as he kissed paul.

that funny feeling was back again.

slowly, but with growing confidence, their hands ran across each other’s chests. the gentle kissing had escalated and the two were tugging at each others lips, slowly forgetting the space around them.

john laid on his back and paul climbed on top, lips never separating. paul reached to unbutton john’s shirt, but john pulled away, hands over his chest.

“john,” paul said while firmly grabbing john’s chin in his hand “don’t you trust me?”

john turned back to paul, moved his hands to paul’s waist, and nodded. with john’s approval, paul unbuttoned john’s shirt. now both were shirtless and moans and gulps of air came between the two making out.

“hey paulie?”

“mhmm?” paul hummed, not moving his mouth

“can you take off your trunks? the pool water is gonna ruin my trousers” john said, a chuckle escaping him

paul giggled and slid them off. he then helped john unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. paul stayed down there and pulled out john’s member.

paul gulped at the size and took it in. john inhaled sharply and his back arched slightly at the new sensation. paul picked up the pace and john was unsure of what to do with his hands. with a sudden surge of confidence, john ran his fingers through paul’s hair and held on tightly. john slowly pulled up and pushed down to help paul out.

“fucking hell macca” john said, breathless. both were letting moans slip, almost in rhythm with the slow jazz playing.

after a few minutes of this, paul order john to flip over. john smiled and happily obliged. john laid on his stomach and paul climbed on top again. pauls hands slithered up the johns neck and tugged.

“shit...” john breathed out

“damn. and i haven’t even done anything yet”

at this exact moment a new song came on. this one was fast and started with a bang. when the first trumpet blared paul put it in john and john lost his breath and his cool.

“for fucks sake paul! how do you-hmm- oh my god how do you do that!?” john yelped as paul picked up the pace. paul pants, circling his hips and slamming back into john.

paul’s head drops to john’s shoulder and softly bites at his neck. paul is on the verge of finishing and john can sense it. in a quick motion, john turns paul over and enters him.

“oh darling!” paul yelps but john quickly shushes him

“shhh! they might hear us dear!” john giggles while moving slowly. john goes back to running his hands through his hair.

john speeds up and paul pleads “johnny please don’t stop please…” his words lost all meaning and became loud moans

john grunted and swore under his breath. sweat dripped from his forehead and on paul’s shoulder. in a heat of the moment decision, he licked it off and paul lost all control at this point and his supporting arms gave out and he collapsed on the bed.

terrible noises were coming from the two of them as john finished in paul. john followed suit and collapsed on paul.

they breathed heavily and paul turned under john to face him. they both smiled

“god i missed your face paulie.”

“i love you too johnny boy”

**moonlight serenade by glenn miller and his orchestra swells as the two fall asleep in each others arms**

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon #mclennon smut #Spotify

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eppysboys · 6 months

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Pattie Boyd: I've been moving some bits and pieces around at home and thought I would share this pic - its the clock that Brian Epstein gave to George and me as a wedding present. Lovely, isn't it?

#very cute!#Brian Epstein #Pattie Boyd #Brian #eppy and george #Pattie #quotes #tweets

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thefairyfellermasterstroke · 3 months

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sometimes I just really miss Brian Epstein

#eppy <3 #brian epstein #the beatles #beatles #beatlemania #60s music+#60s #classic rock #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr

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guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes · 4 months

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Anonymous request:

hey there! I absolutely adore all of your work and thought I would submit a fic request!

I thought it would be super cute if the other beatles tickled paul to either wake him up (I know that George actually did that in real life!) or to cheer him up, whichever you prefer!

Thank you so much! Hope you're enjoying the holidays! <3 :)

Lee: Paul

Ler: George, John, and Ringo

Wakeup, Paul!

1963

The Beatles had just finished recording Please Please Me and it had become a huge success. Copies were selling like mad and the Beatles had started their first tour through England. It wasn't huge, but compared to playing in dirty bars in Hamburg, this was luxury.

Brian had given his usual knock on the hotel room door, letting them know they had thirty minutes before having to be outside in the van. George had already been awake, adrenaline pumping through his veins. John and Ringo took their morning routine much slower, still groggy from the previous performance. And then their was Paul... still fast asleep.

John was in the loo, cursing at his hair, that he couldn't seem to tame. He peeked out to take a look at Paul who was still asleep with his cheek pressed against the pillow.

John sighed and walked over to him. "Ey Paul, time to get up now." But their was no response, so John tried a bit louder.

"Paul, you git! Wakeup!"

Nothing.

"PAUL!"

"Is he still not up?" Ringo, who was packing the last of his suitcase, asked.

"No, he's not." John sighed. Just then, George entered the room.

"Eppy wants up down in twenty minutes." George said.

"Well he ain't getting nothing if we can't wake Paul." Ringo said.

"He's still not awake?" George asked, walking over to where John stood by Paul.

"No. I swear, he'd sleep through a hurricane." John said.

"Ya know, there is something I used to do to Paul. When we would go hitchhiking in Wales and I couldn't get him up." George said with a grin.

"What is it?" Ringo asked, joining the others.

Paul's toes were sticking out from under the sheets. George carefully pulled them so that Paul's whole foot was exposed. George gently dragged a finger over Paul's foot, then moved on to wiggling his fingers over his whole foot. Paul giggled in his sleep and twitched his foot. John and Ringo looked at George with amused faces.

"Bet you never knew our little Paulie was ticklish!" George grinned. "I found out when we were younger. So what do you say lads, should we get to work?"

John and Ringo grinned evilly at each other and each choose a place. George sticking with one of Paul's feet, John with his stomach, and Ringo with Paul's other foot.

John gently picked up the blanket and up it aside, then moved up Paul's pajama shirt, so that his tummy was fully exposed.

They started off slowly, just gently wiggling their fingers over the sensitive skin, then moved on to wiggling their fingers a bit harder over Paul's feet and tummy.

John began tickling Paul all over his belly while Ringo opted to hold down both of Paul's feet as George continued to tickle them. After another minute of tickling Paul, his eyes finally bolted open.

"Ay, has our little Paulie finally been awoken from his beauty sleep?" John asked with a smirk.

"Sod off, ya daft git!" Paul said, pulling his shirt down and tugging his feet out of Ringo and George's grip. "What in hell were you doing?"

"Well you were the only one still asleep and none of us could get you up." John said cheekily. "That is until George told us a secret about you."

Paul looked at George angrily while George tried his hardest not to smirk. With Paul's baby face, he looked like an angry bunny.

"You never mentioned to us that our little Paulie is ticklish!" John said in one of his silly voices.

As much as Paul was angry, he couldn't help but giggle a bit at John.

"Common. Eppy wants us down in fifteen minutes." Ringo said, getting off the bed to get the last of his things. George got off the bed along with him while John stayed with Paul.

"Just so you know," John whispered into Paul's ear, "I'm expecting more of this in the near future!"

John quickly tickled Paul's belly before jumping off the bed from where he was sitting. Let's just say, the hotel room later that night was filled with laughter from both Paul and John.

#rock music #the beatles #fanfiction #john paul george and ringo #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #request #george harrison #fanfic #tickle content #tickle scenarios #tickle fluff #tickle fic #tickle

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mrepstein · 1 year

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The Sunday Mail (Glasgow) - December 20, 1964

WHEN A BEATLE KIDDED THE ‘NEMPEROR’

RAY JONES, former member of The Dakotas, continues ‘My Wild Life With The Pop Groups’

On his way up, somebody christened Brian Epstein the ‘Nemperor,’ after his music firm, NEMS Enterprises. It stuck.

And with his kingly success came kingly trappings - a chauffeured Rolls, a Maserati, a big Belgravia apartment, a listing as one of the ‘Ten Best Dressed Men,’ etc.

Nobody on the inside now calls Epstein’s business NEMS. It’s ‘The Organisation’ - a thing bigger than all of us.

Brian sits at the centre of it all - rich and powerful.

And though his success becomes greater he is still much the same young man whom we first knew in Liverpool, and labelled ‘Mister Elegance.’

Brian hates reprimanding people - and as far as his top earners, the Beatles, go I think he gave up trying long ago!

Organisation

Even when, last July 20, he had me in his office near the London Palladium and told me I had to go I could see he was actually embarrassed by the whole bit.

I almost felt sorry for him - though, as a young married man being sacked from a £120 a week job, I suppose I should have felt sorry for myself.

The Beatles were the only people in the organisation who dared call him ‘Eppie,’ probably because he didn’t like it.

He was Brian or Mr. Epstein to everybody else.

I KNOW THEY WERE FOND OF HIM, AND RESPECTED HIM, BUT THEY OFTEN PULLED HIS LEG.

John Lennon, whom I think of as the most original personality in the Beatles, would say to him: ‘You’re only our agent’ - in that deadpan way of his.

He could always depend on this riling Brian. ‘I am not your agent,’ he would say emphatically, ‘I am your personal representative’ - which he really was.

‘Oh, ah!’ John would say.

John is a real character - with no flies on him. I always had the feeling that he was a good friend to have, but not a man to cross.

He can be scathing to people, but when he takes the mickey its usually good-humoured.

And shrewd! This year, trying to get rid of his old car, John got Brian to contact their New York agent, to see if they’d get more money for the car there - as a car ridden by a Beatle!

JOHN’S ALWAYS COMING UP WITH THE GIMMICKS.

Conscious

Having a drink with him one day I noticed his cuff-link had the name ‘Ron’ on it in big letters.

‘Who’s Ron?’ I asked.

‘Cousin of Jim,’ said John smartly - and flashed the other cuff-link, which did indeed bear the name ‘Jim.’

It was John who came up with the original idea for the Beatles’ Jacket, which swept the country. He had seen something similar in Paris some time before, and liked the idea.

But Epstein and Paul McCartney are the really clothes-conscious members of the outfit.

I always found Paul a nice guy - and the girls’ favourite, of course!

AND OF THE FOUR, THE ONE MOST CONSCIOUS OF THE GROUP’S POPULARITY AND THE NEED TO PROTECT IT.

I was in their dressing-room one day when an argument flared up between John and Paul.

Contrast

They are the driving force of the group and it’s not unnatural - as I well know! for tensions to build up in a group, even the Beatles.

John was picking up steam when he suddenly stopped, and I noticed that Paul was jabbing a finger in my direction and looking at John significantly.

The row ended right there.

Even though I was a fellow NEMS artist, they were taking no chances - following to the letter a Brian Epstein instruction that his groups should never be seen arguing publicly.

I don’t think George Harrison and Ringo Starr ever get much involved in the temperamental clashes of John and Paul.

By show business standards George is a reserved sort of fellow - though in ordinary life I guess he’d be rated a wild-oh!

Somebody once accused George of being ‘anonymous,’ and he retorted: ‘So long as I’m giving my best and getting an equal share of the take I couldn’t care less.’

That’s his attitude, and there’s a lot to be said for it.

Ringo, by contrast, is too busy enjoying the life he lives to have time for rows!

Where his energy comes from, nobody knows - but he loves dancing and being out till all hours. I think he enjoys being a Beatle more than the other three put together!

I suppose when I first heard the Beatles I was about as wrong in my judgement of them as Brian Epstein was right.

Imitation

The Dakotas, at that time, had a polished sound along the same lines as the Shadows, whom we greatly admired.

We thought ourselves the most professional group around in the North country and scoffed when people told us: ‘Wait till you hear the Beatles…’

The Beatles were in Hamburg when we heard that, but the week they came home we had the chance of working with them in the Cavern in Liverpool.

Capacity of that famous cellar was around five hundred, but we quickly found there must have been twice that number when the Beatles were appearing.

THEY MADE THAT STAGE IMMORTAL, IN FACT, IT WAS SOON TO BE CHOPPED UP AND SOLD AT FIVE-BOB-A-CHUNK AS SOUVENIRS!

I don’t know what I expected from them - just another imitation of Cliff Richard and the Shadows, I suppose, because they were all the rage at the time.

When I heard them, I thought there were out of this world - maybe too much out of this world.

No group, not even the Shadows made the same initial impression on me.

I remember thinking: ‘Here’s something completely new and fresh, it’ll be great if they can get it off the ground.’

But I didn’t think their sound was really commercial! I thought they were more of a musicians’ group FOR musicians.

Mind you, they had a rougher, original style then - like all the original Liverpool groups.

They played as they wanted, and sang a much wider range of material - including numbers which Manfred Mann and Freddie and the Dreamers later made big hits.

Resistance

Soon after, the Beatles played Manchester’s ‘Oasis’ beat club, and my judgment seemed to be right.

THEY WERE LAUGHED AT. ACCORDING TO A FRIEND OF MINE WHO RAN THE PLACE, THE EVENING WAS A NEAR-DISASTER.

People forget that the Beatles had to overcome a lot of sales-resistance before they were a success.

Their first big national disc hit, ‘Love Me Do,’ only really made it because of the fantastic support given by their Liverpool fans.

In a few months, they were to come back to that same ‘Oasis,’ and take the place by storm.

#Brian Epstein #The Beatles #Ray Jones #1964 #60s #newspaper #Sunday Mail

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with-eyes-closed · 1 year

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Fic: No I in Threesome

George x John x Paul. Explicit. 26k words (somehow). My Ides of March fic for @beatleskinkmeme

“The girls have started calling Paul daddy, Eppy, what do you think of that?” John asks, cutting Brian off in that way he does, and it’s instant, the way Brian stumbles, blinks, flushes pink down his neck and across the long point of his nose. George presses his legs together, swallows, briefly contemplating tossing himself out the window to be pulled apart by the sea of girls outside, when Brian clears his throat.

“Yes, well, Paul’s always been popular with the girls,” he says, then frowns over at George. “Haven’t you washed up yet?”

George and Paul have an Interaction that has many repercussions aka the breakdowns and blowjobs troika fic.

Read No I in Threesome on ao3 here

#it's only a week late!#shockingly!#anyway this is a mess but was also very fun to write so i hope people enjoy it #will i write a sequel #who's to say #beatles fic #george x john x paul

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mysweetgeo · 2 years

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I Need You (Part 18)

Summary: Sequel Series to the Do You Want to Know a Secret ? Series. Reader accepts a job as a photographer for a band as they begin a tour mid-1966, what happens when she finds out that she knows them ?

Warning(s): Smut !!!! Smut smut smutty smut SMUT !! I’ve marked it in case anyone wants to skip over it ! x

America continually drained the lot of you, Brian included.

You spent a lot of time bouncing between Brian’s makeshift offices in his hotel rooms and tending to the boys.

Brian uses you to make phone calls to upcoming venues, which you didn’t mind in the slightest.

And in between phone calls you help the boys re-pack and unpack between cities and help carry their bags to their rooms.

And every night you find just enough time to spare for your love, your George.

The two of you tuck into bed and George likes to hold you for just a few moments, to take in your scent and when he pulls away he holds your face in his hands and just has this loving grin on his face, as if he’s waited his entire life just to look at you in this way.

And the pair of you fall asleep, face to face as you cling together, afraid to lose each other.

This is how many of your days have been spent, and you are thankful that their tour will be ending soon.

As much as you love spending every waking moment with the four boys, you can’t wait to have some privacy of your own.

Their last string of concerts were soon approaching, with hardly a day of travel between shows.

You were travelling from Seattle to Los Angeles by van, and you were smushed in the back between George and John because Paul and Ringo were taking up the entire middle row of seats.

John’s head was on your shoulder, fast asleep, and George was nodding off aswell.

You grasped George’s hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, “You can sleep, love,” you said softly.

He hums when your lips make contact with his cheek and he leans his head against your shoulder, “Love you,” he whispers before nodding off.

You grin and keep his hand in yours as you feel yourself becoming sleepy.

You lean your head against his and allow yourself to fall asleep as well.

When you awoke, you were being carried into the hotel by George, who held you like a child. His hands held firmly under each of your thighs.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your face pressed into the skin between his jaw and his neck.

You pressed a soft kiss to his pale skin and pulled yourself impossibly closer to him before letting out a soft whine.

“Don’t wake up, dear. We’re almost to the room,” he whispered in a soft voice as he stood beside John and Brian in the lift.

“Yer lucky we love her, George, her suitcase weighs a ton!” John muttered out loud.

“No it does not,” you grumbled.

“Whatever,” he replied, you swore you could hear his eyes roll as he spoke.

“Fuck off, John,” George said as he swayed from side to side.

“Enough,” Brian said firmly, “Get to bed, I don’t want to hear you fighting over something so juvenile.”

“Alright, Eppy,” they both replied in near unison.

You could hear John and Brian talking about something in hushed voices, and you could feel George’s eyes on you as he held you close to his chest.

He swayed from side to side, his cheek pressed against the top of your head, “Don’t wake up lovely,” he whispered as his swaying came to a stop when the lift did.

You felt his steps shake his body as he walked to your shared room, and you could hear John following close behind (due to his blabbering mouth).

“John, please quiet down, she’s asleep,” George all but begged.

“Oh! Right, sorry,” he said as he continued walking beside George to the room. “Care if I sleep with you lot tonight?” He asked.

“I don’t,” you murmured sleepily at the same time George said a firm, “I do.”

“Lady’s in charge, Geo,” John said with his classic shifty grin.

“Fine,” George grumbled as he readjusted you in his arms before handing John the key that was in his hand.

You heard John unlock the door and flip the lights on, and heard George close the door gently behind the two of you.

You felt him attempting to set you down in the bed, but the loss of warmth cause you to whimper and lock your legs around his waist to keep his body against yours.

“Love, I’ve to change out of my suit,” he whispered into your ear.

You whined and tucked your face into his neck, refusing to let go.

“George, let me get changed and I can take her so you can change,” John said as he flung his suit jacket on the floor.

“Okay,” George said hesitantly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, holding you against his chest and swaying you softly.

John stripped of his suit and threw on some baggy pants and a plain long-sleeved tee on before he sat beside George and took you gently into his arms.

“Mm,” you murmured at the new warmth of John’s body against you, “warm.”

George made quick work of changing into pajamas and quickly scooping you from John’s arms, “D’you want to wear one of my shirts to bed, dear?” He asked.

You nodded into his neck, clutching him tight against you.

“Okay,” he said more to himself before looking up at John, “d’you mind making yourself scarce so I can get her dressed?”

John licked his lips in a wicked way, “I could help, y’know.”

“No,” George’s answer was short and final and John acknowledged that as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

George held you carefully as he stripped you of your clothes, “Can you stand up for me, love?”

You hummed in agreement, standing on wobbly legs as you leaned heavily against George while he took one of his shirts into his hands and slid it over your head.

“Mmm,” you murmured as you fell into his body, happy to return to his arms.

George could only grin as you tucked your face into his neck, curling into the side of his body where you fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Can I come out now, George?” John yelled from the bathroom door.

“Yes,” George answered simply as he stood for a moment to walk around and lay the two of you down on the bed together.

You whined at the movement, but soon relaxed into his grasp, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Love you, Georgie,” you whispered in his ear as you began to fade back into sleep.

“I love you too, dearest,” he replied, contorting his body to plant a kiss atop your head.

“You two make me ill,” John stated as he climbed into bed beside you two.

George rolled his eyes as he shut off the beside lamp, “Goodnight, John.”

“What? No ‘I love you’ or ‘sleep well, darling’? Rude,” John replied.

“Oh shut yer trap, Lennon,” you said with a grunt.

“Goodnight to you too,” John remarked.

When you woke, George was splayed across the upper half of your body, his mouth open and soft snores vibrating his body.

John was curled into your side, his arms wrapped around the two of you with his head pressed under your arm.

You used a free hand to run your fingers through George’s messy hair, watching his expression soften as you did.

After admiring George’s sweet face, you turned to look at John, whose eyes were rapidly moving under his eyes as he was deep in a dreamy sleep.

You ran a finger against his cheek and watched him relax into your touch, “Mm, Cyn,” he murmured.

You let out a quiet giggle as John dreamt of his wife.

Your small sound seemed to have woken George, as you felt him stir and nuzzle his face into your chest slightly as he adjusted himself to look up at you.

“Morning, sleepy boy,” you whispered, trying not to wake John.

His face cracked in a soft smile, “Good morning, love,” he said quietly before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“How did you sleep?” You asked, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

His eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly in content before he could reply, “I always sleep well with you,” he answered.

You grinned at his reaction, “I love you,” you said in a soft voice before leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lips.

George sighed into the kiss, one of his hands reaching up to caress your face as the two of you kissed, your breaths mingling together.

He moved to straddle you for a moment, a moan escaping his mouth as he settles on top of you.

Your hands clasp at his cheeks as your tongues enter each other’s mouths, grunts and groans tumbling into each other’s mouths as you lose yourselves in your own little world.

“You two are disgusting,” you hear from beside you, jolting you out of your daze.

The two of you turn to face John, lips swollen and faces flushed.

“I’m going to my room, you guys can do whatever you like here,” John states, sliding out of your bed and shuffling to the door.

(Smut begins)

George’s eyes meet yours as the door shuts and he grins wickedly at you before diving down to meet your lips.

“Mmm,” you groan against his lips before pulling away and guiding his lips to your neck, “I love you, George.”

“I fuckin’ love you too,” he groans against your neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin of your neck.

A moan escapes your lips as his canines sink into your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your jawline as he slowly moved his lips down your neck and along your collarbone.

You sighed in pure pleasure as he inched lower once more, mere inches above your fully clothed breasts.

You gently pushed him away for a moment as you reached down and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your body to expose your breasts to him.

George hummed in approval and began to suck on the supple skin of your breasts as you arched your back to press yourself against him.

He let out a groan as his mouth latched onto your left nipple, causing you to gasp, your eyes rolling back into your head as waves of pressure washed over your body.

“George,” you moaned, as his left hand came up to squeeze your opposite breast, flicking and pinching the nipple as his teeth grazed the other.

He soon switched his position and his mouth began suckling your right breast, while his other hand came up to massage the other breast.

You could feel his erection pressing against your inner thigh as he continued sucking and biting your breasts before his lips trailed down your stomach, making your body shiver involuntarily.

When he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you for consent, you nodded, arching your back and pressing yourself closer to him as he began to slide them down your thighs, revealing your panties to him.

George groaned when he saw how soaked the crotch was and he pressed a kiss on the crease of your inner thigh, causing your hips to buck.

He grinned and pulled away from you, standing for a moment as he slid his shirt off and tossed it to the side.

You sat up and crawled to the end of the bed, reaching out to help him pull off his pajama bottoms and his briefs, pushing them down his legs before he kicked them off.

You took a moment to drink him in, his exposed chest shimmering with a gleam of sweat which made him look much more masculine, you had to keep yourself from pouncing on him.

George came to stand at the edge of the bed, gently pushing you back so that you were laying flat on the bed again as he crawled over the top of you, resting on his elbows as your bare chests pressed against one another.

“George,” you murmured, looking directly into his eyes.

“Yes, my love?” he replied.

“Make love to me.”

That was all you had to say before George had all but ripped off your panties, spreading your legs apart and slicking his member in your wet folds, allowing a groan to escape his lips.

He aligned himself with your entrance and the two of you were looking intently into each other’s eyes as he pushed into you.

You both moaned in unison and you gripped his shoulders for support as he stilled for a moment so that you could adjust to his size.

After a moment you nodded in approval and squeezed his shoulder gently with your hand, and he slid himself out of you, only to slide back into you, never losing eye contact as your hips met in perfect synchronisation.

It was quicker than you’d imagined it would be with your George for your first time together, but all the sexual frustration and tension that had built up over the years had finally come to a harsh halt.

“George”, you murmured when you felt the familiar pressure building up in your lower abdomen.

He bit gently under your ear, “Yes, love?”

“I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” biting back a moan as you finished your sentence.

“Me either,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he slammed into you, “let go, darling.”

“George!” you yelled as you felt your orgasm overtake you, your toes curled and your back arched, lifting your bodies slightly.

George continued to thrust, releasing with a loud moan as his body collapsed on top of yours.

His hot, laboured breaths tickled the nape of your neck as he took a moment to recover before hovering over you again.

“I love you,” he said once again, looking directly into your eyes.

You grinned and pressed your lips to his with a quick peck, “I love you, too.”

He smiled and pulled himself out of you, earning a soft groan from you as he did.

You soon were laying in his arms, completely content.

“Why did it take us so long to find each other?” You asked as he traced his fingertips along your bare torso.

“‘m not sure, but ‘m very glad we did,” he answered as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

(End smut)

The boys last concert of the tour arrived quickly, and you could feel the tension between all four of them growing as the long tour finally came to an end.

Candlestick Park wasn’t as big a venue as Dodger Stadium which they’d performed at the night before, or Shea Stadium in New York, but it felt massive when you thought of how this was to be their last tour.

You and Brian had gone to check out the venue before the boys were set to arrive, only to see a massive chain link fence covering where the stage would be.

Brian must have seen the look of surprise on your face, “To protect them from the fans,” he explained.

You nodded as you took in the scenery of the venue, “I can’t believe this is their last show,” you admitted quietly to yourself, but still within earshot of Brian.

“Well, they’re taking a break for now,” Brian stated, “hopefully some day they’ll consider performing again.”

You hummed in agreement as the two of you headed back to the car which would take you back to the hotel.

Upon your arrival you found John and Paul in a wrestling match and you saw George and Ringo looking on as John held Paul’s neck in a chokehold.

“What is going on here?” Brian asked in horror, causing John’s hands to release Paul.

“Oh nothin’,” John said, standing up and going back into his room seemingly to get ready.

You looked up at George, who only shrugged and went into your joint room, leaving Ringo and Brian tending to Paul who was gasping for air.

You watched for a moment before following George into your room, “What happened while we were gone?” You asked.

“Paul got on John’s nerves,” George explained simply.

“And what happened to get that reaction?”

“I’m not sure, Ringo and I were in his room messing with his camera and heard them screaming at one another in the hallway,” George said.

You sighed as you plopped yourself down on the bed, “You boys tire me out,” you stated.

George snickered before replying, “I’ve tired you out in more ways than one.”

“You are disgusting, George,” you state as you look up at him.

He can only grin, crawling over to the bed to crawl on top of you and press a kiss to your lips, “You love me, though.”

You can’t help the grin that splits your face, “You’re right,” you say with a giggle, “but you have to get ready, if you’re late Brian will have your head as well as mine.”

George presses one more lingering kiss against your lips before standing up and starting to get dressed for their concert, “Fine, fine.”

George got dressed in record time, much to your surprise, and was sat on the edge of the bed looking bored as all could be as he waited for you to get dressed.

“Does this look alright?” You asked at you turned to face your boyfriend.

You wore a navy blue longsleeve with a turtleneck collar, and a navy, gold, and white pleated plaid skirt along with a pair of tights and heels.

“A right stunner, you are,” George said with a grin as he stood up and pressed a kiss to your lips, “I can’t wait to be home with you.”

You flushed, a soft smile adorning your lips as you looked away, “Yer a cheeky thing.”

George’s mouth opened wide in a loud cackle, “Oh, you are absolutely right about that my love!”

You wrapped your arms around his torso and just grinned up at him, “Are you excited that this is your last concert?” You asked, looking up to meet his gaze.

George shrugged, “I’m indifferent to it, I suppose,” he paused for a moment to trace a finger along your cheekbone, “the thrill of travelling the world, but the hearing loss and physical absuse is just too great a problem.”

You nodded in agreement, tilting your head up to press a gentle kiss on George’s jaw, “You lot can always go back to it,” you said softly.

“I don’t think that’ll happen,” George says sternly, indicating he didn’t want to talk further on the subject.

After a moments silence, you squeezed his side and pulled him towards the door, “We should get going, don’t want to be late.”

George only nodded in acknowledgement before pulling away from you to grab his guitar case and firmly lock your hand together as you left your hotel room.

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