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[mithranqueersmusings]

The Night Before XIV

Chapter: 14/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo didn't know where to look first, his eyes entirely overwhelmed by the display of erotica laid out before him. George was tied to the bed, one hand remaining free for obvious reasons, completely naked except from some sheer stockings. That would've been enough to bring Ringo to his knees, but there was more. A small remote lay on George's toned stomach which Ringo quickly realised controlled the vibrator which was snugly buried inside George. Ringo had never seen such a debauched display, taking a few steps closer into the room he saw a ring of metal around George's already hard shaft. To top it all off, a red gagball was pressed between his lips, muffling any noise he tried to make. Exactly how he had been able to do all this in such a short amount of time, Ringo had no clue, but he wasn't about to start questioning things.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Ringo breathed, his eyes growing dark with hunger.

George struggled to meet Ringo's gaze from his position on the bed, having to crane his neck uncomfortably, but there wasn't much communication needed. He lifted his free hand and beckoned Ringo closer with his slender finger.

Ringo moved over slowly to the head of the bed, allowing himself to indulge in the sight of George's face: his eyes had watered a little already, his skin sporting pink undertones and his lips spread so perfectly. Kinky was never a word Ringo would use to describe himself, but he was beginning to understand that would've been a mistake, because something stirred deep inside him knowing George was all his, to do with whatever he pleased. He rubbed his thumb on George's outstretched bottom lip, feeling the spit that had gathered there. George leaned in to the touch as best he could, his moan distorted by the gag which only made it sound richer and more enticing.

"I don't even know where to begin." Ringo had intended the comment to sound light, but his mind was far too clouded.

George gestured with his free hand to signal that Ringo needed to finish what he'd been incapable of. The restraints seemed to go underneath the bed, a more elaborate contraption than Ringo had ever seen, his mind began to wander as to how many times George had presented himself like this to other men, no matter how many it had been now it was Ringo's turn. He traced his fingers along the veins of George's arm before shackling it to the bed, determined to drive him as crazy as possible.

Ringo picked up the remote, circling back to the end of the bed to get a better view of George's stuffed entrance. There were only a few buttons, which was a relief to Ringo who'd never even used a vibrator before. He decided to experiment, pressing the first button which turned it on gradually, George let out a wanton moan as he struggled against his restrains. The second sent vibrations out in spurts with seemingly no regular rhyhtm, making George twitch each time.

"Fuck... You look so gorgeous, George." Ringo cooed, sliding himself inbetween his spread legs "Letting me use you like this, I never knew you could be so filthy."

Running his finger around George's entrance teasingly, Ringo pressed the third button which sent the vibrations in waves, building up to a point of intensity then rolling back down into nothing. George really began to squirm, his cock twitching against his stomach in desperate need of attention. Ringo had almost forgotten about the cock ring, he'd never even seen one before in real life.

"Bet you could cum right now, couldn't you?" Ringo discarded the remote, allowing the vibrator to continue abusing George's hole "But you don't want to, not unless I allow you to."

George thrust his hips upwards as best he could, longing for any form of contact, his eyes hooded and dark. Ringo moved his hand upwards, tracing along George's hot skin before he gripped onto his cock. The noises pouring from George's mouth were shameless, only growing more wanton as Ringo began stroking teasingly slow. Ringo caught George's eye as he sank his mouth downwards, his tongue circling the head before he engulfed the entire length. George practically screamed out, his hands gripping at the restraints to ease some of the overwhelming ectsasy. Ringo let out a menacing laugh, still busying his mouth with George's already leaking cock.

Ringo surprised himself with how easily he leaned in to the dominant persona, it was hard not to when George was giving himself up so willingly.

"Such a good little slut." Ringo purred, his hand gripping around the base of the vibrator and beginning to pump it slowly "I could slide my cock inside you so easily, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

George nodded, his eyes filled with tears. Ringo quickened his hand, forcing George to struggle in vain. It was no surprise that Ringo was rock hard, he slid out of his boxers and stroked himself lazily. He knew he could tease George like this all night, but there was only so much Ringo could punish himself.

"You want my cock?" Ringo teased, straddling George as he pressed their cocks together "You want it buried in that tight arse of yours?"

As enticing as George's muffled moans were, Ringo couldn't deny that he missed hearing George's depraved responses to his teasing. He reached to undo the gag, it wasn't the most gentle attempt but George didn't seem to care. The look in George's eye as Ringo removed it from his mouth was mesmerising, the strings of spit stretching out made the whole thing look utterly pornographic. Ringo groaned, lowering his mouth down onto George for a few deep kisses.

"So pretty." Ringo hummed, pressing his thumb into George's mouth which he accepted eagerly "I'm not gonna fuck you just yet, not until I've used this mouth."

"Please... I want it." George pleaded, his voice completely shot "I wanna taste your cock, Ringo."

No further encouragement was needed. Ringo had to shuffle a little awkwardly on the bed to align himself with George's mouth, the position wasn't ideal but there was no way either of them could wait any longer. Just to mix things up a little, Ringo turned on the second setting of the vibrator so that George would unexpectedly jolt upwards with pleasure, Ringo only hoped it wouldn't get his teeth too heavily involved.

George's mouth was wet and welcoming, Ringo slid his cock inside with no resistance. He was starting to think that he should've worn a cock ring too, because he wouldn't be able to last as long as he'd like.

"Shit, George..." Ringo panted as he began pulling his cock out "You're gonna be the death of me."

Ringo had no idea how George was able to even remain conscious through all this, his cock desperate for release yet constantly being denied the pleasure, his wrists and ankles growing red with friction and his mouth being fucked without being able to stop it, not that he'd ever want to. To start with Ringo thrust slowly, rolling his hips into the heat of George's mouth, grunting as he fought the temptation to fuck into him ruthlessly. The two of them looked into one another's eyes the entire time, it was impossible to even look away. George's eyes would flutter or roll as Ringo began quickening his thrusts but they'd always return to gaze back at Ringo, dark with lust and pure want.

"Taking me so well, aren't you?" Ringo rubbed his hand tenderly on George's cheek "Been waiting for my cock all evening. Waiting for me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are."

George moaned around Ringo's cock, opening this throat entirely as the pace grew harsh and unforgiving. Ringo felt his orgasm brewing in his groin, he only wished he'd be able to release himself now but he had other plans.

"Fuck I'm getting close..." Ringo admitted, slowing his thrusts only slightly "I don't even need to ask if you're ready for my cock, I know you are. Know how hungry you are for it."

Ringo reluctantly removed himself from George's mouth, tapping the head of his cock on the flatness of George's outstretched tongue. He was already so close, he cursed himself for not being able to last longer.

George practically cooed when the vibrator was taken out, leaving his hole wet and gaping. Ringo groaned at the sight, tracing his tongue around the outside.

"I can't take it anymore." George whined, struggling once again against his restraints "Put your cock in me Ringo, I need it."

Ringo chuckled darkly "You think you deserve it? You have been so good for me, so willing."

"Yes, yes, I do!" George cried out, the look in his eyes absolutely wild "Been so fucking good for you, such a good little slut."

"Took the words right out my mouth." Ringo hummed, lining himself up with George's entrance "How many guys have you let fuck you like this? You'd do anything for some cock, wouldn't you?"

George tried to speak but was completely silenced when Ringo thrust inside without further warning, all the way to the base. Both of them had to pause for a moment, to gather their thoughts and senses entirely. Ringo gripped at George's gaunt face, forcing him to look at him.

"I asked you a question." Ringo grunted, pulling himself out slowly.

"I- Fuck!" George screamed out again.

"Don't lie to me." Ringo worried he was taking things too far, but George only seemed to be enjoying it more and more.

"So many, I've lost count..." George breathed "Don't even care who it is, as long as they'll fuck me nice and rough."

"Dirty boy." Ringo laughed, struggling to keep his composure as he thrust inside once more.

"I am, I am." George rambled "Do anything for your big cock inside me, Ringo. Can't wait to feel your cum trickling down my thighs.

Ringo almost growled, his other hand gripping George's hip as he began fucking him without remorse. George wailed, his moans bordering on screams as his expression was almost vacant, so completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

"I want you to cum for me George." Ringo instructed, his fingers tracing over the metal of the cock ring "Can you do that for me? Then I'm gonna fill you up, nice and deep."

George could only manage a nod, his words entirely unintelligible as Ringo slid the ring off.

"That's it." Ringo encouraged, his hand switching from George's hip to his aching cock, jerking him off sloppily to bring him to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" George called out as he came, shooting over Ringo's hand and over his stomach.

Ringo acted fast, using all the remaining energy in his body to fuck into George mercilessly, spilling moans from his lips as he buried his cock as deep as he could manage while his own orgasm washed over him. George was still twitching with pleasure as Ringo spilled himself inside, his mind was completely blank, all he could do was feel.

His body gave out entirely, dropping all of his weight down onto George as he slowly recovered. A sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies, breath escaping from their mouths in quick pants.

Ringo didn't want to move, but he knew if he didn't things would only get more uncomfortable and considerably grosser. He pulled out of George carefully, his tenderness returning without much thought. George let out a gasp at the feeling, a final moan parting his lips as Ringo's cum began spilling out onto the sheets.

"Fucking hell." Ringo would've been more aroused if he wasn't currently so depleted, but he couldn't deny that the sight was beyond erotic.

"Enjoyed your present then?" George asked, his voice even rougher than before.

Ringo smiled sweetly down at him "Do you even have to ask?"

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[mithranqueersmusings]

The Night Before VIII

Chapter: 8/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo had barely opened his mouth to speak when George was already moving, grabbing Ringo around the waist and pulling him in close. George's mouth went straight to his neck, pressing slow kisses against the skin. Ringo's head was spinning, gladly allowing himself to be grinded on as the girl's face curled up in shock and disgust, turning desperately to her friends for support.

George didn't stop there, his hands roaming down to Ringo's arse to suddenly lift him up onto the kitchen counter, pressing his tongue inside Ringo's willing mouth. Ringo could feel several eyes on him, but he didn't care, he was surprised by how turned on the whole display made him. He buried his fingers into George's long hair, moaning into his mouth as he deepened the kiss.

"Get a room!" Someone shouted from amongst the throng of people, causing many to laugh.

George pulled away briefly, his face still pressed close to Ringo's "I'm down if you are."

Ringo nodded eagerly, already missing George's contact when he pulled away, but his fingers loosely wrapped around his wrist was enough for now. They returned to the same empty room, receiving a few wolf whistles as they pushed through the crowds, there was little speculation about what they were about to do.

The door locked behind them, George waited before pouncing "You're sure about this? I don't want you to think I'm pressuring you."

Ringo silenced him with another kiss, pressing him hard against the door. George welcomed the roughness, moaning as he peeled off Ringo's clothing as best he could without pulling away for too long. They clumsily moved over to the bed, Ringo falling backwards onto the mattress, making quick work of undoing his trousers and shedding them to the ground. George's gaze was focused elsewhere for a moment, he moved around the bed and bent down to pick up a flimsy scarf from the floor; he held it up with a questioning look, wrapping the ends around his hands and pulling the fabric tightly.

"This'll do nicely." George announced, climbing onto the bed and turning Ringo around so he was aligned with the headboard.

Ringo watched George as he straddled over his hips, lifting Ringo's arms above his head and tying the scarf around his wrists and through the metal shaping of the bed. Excitement was pulsing through his body, he was already rock hard when George removed his boxers eagerly. George similarly stripped down, his slender body looking achingly beautiful in the soft light of the room.

"You got a condom?" George asked, pumping Ringo's cock idly.

Ringo nodded "In my coat pocket." He gestured with his head and George went off in search of it.

"Let me guess, you bought it for tonight especially." George teased, returning to his original position with the wrapper in hand.

"Well, thank goodness I did." Ringo retorted, inhaling sharply with the sensation of the plastic being rolled onto his hot skin.

George wasted little time, spitting onto his hand and pressing two fingers inside himself forcefully. Ringo couldn't help worrying that it hurt, but the pleasure erupting over George's face set him at ease. The helpless feeling of being tied up was certainly thrilling, something Ringo hadn't experienced for a long time.

Ringo forgot all about the party outside that room, his mind solely focused on George and how gorgeous he looked as he slowly lowered himself onto his cock. They both moaned loudly, Ringo fought against his restraints momentarily which only seemed to spur George on further.

"So tight, fucking hell." Ringo breathed, clenching his teeth as George sank all the way down the base without too much resistance.

"Still not the tightest you've had?" George grinned mischievously, his cheeks flushed.

"Perhaps I misspoke." Ringo smiled back, a moan escaping from deep within him as George lifted himself back up teasingly slow.

The longer George rode him, the more Ringo cursed the restraints around his wrists. His stomach and thighs tensing beautifully, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. George clearly knew how appealing he looked, pulling desperate faces and moaning loudly every time Ringo squirmed.

"Fuck you feel good..." Ringo breathed, sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yeah? You like it when I ride you?" George slammed down hard, demanding an answer but all he received at first was a long groan.

"Yes, yes!" Ringo managed to get out, his eyes not knowing where to look, attention being drawn to every part of George's body.

"You fill me up so good, Ringo." George moaned "Stretching me out with your big, fat cock."

Ringo could hardly take much longer, but he fought the urge to finish so soon, although the words spilling from George's filthy mouth weren't making things any easier. He quickened his pace, thrusting down rougher each time before he wrapped his own hand around his cock and starting playing with himself. If there was one sight Ringo could solidify in his mind, it would be this. The cacophony of erotic noises was almost too much to bear.

"I'm getting close." George announced, rolling his hips "You wanna watch me cum on your cock?"

Ringo nodded enthusiastically, far longer than necessary as he tried to thrust upwards into the heat of George. It was pure art, the soft moans that passed George's soft lips as he fucked himself harder and deeper, jerking his aching cock, chasing his orgasm desperately.

"Tell me how much you love fucking me, Ringo, I wanna hear it." George pleaded shamelessly, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"I can't get enough of your tight arse, George. I could fuck you all day and still want more." Ringo's voice had grown rough "I can't wait to finally cum inside you; deep, deep inside you."

"Oh fuuuck!" George moaned almost pornographically as he twitched his hips forward, shooting cum onto Ringo's chest and stomach.

Ringo wasted no time, fucking up into George's sensitivity as ruthlessly as he could until he was coming too. George's noises had grown so high pitched they were hardly audible, screaming out as Ringo finished. He flopped down onto Ringo's chest, lifting himself off of Ringo's cock and exhaling deeply. They both lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and waiting for their minds to return.

"You're absolutely criminal, George." Ringo chuckled lightly, pressing a tender kiss onto his forehead.

"You're the one tied up right now." George replied with a smile, sitting up on the bed and untying the knots in the scarf so Ringo could finally move freely "Now go and find me some wipes or something."

Ringo nodded, taking a few more minutes to recover before heading over to the door and poking his head outside. The stairs were no longer packed luckily, Ringo only hoped it wasn't because of how loud they were being but he couldn't deny that the thought thrilled him, so he could creep into a bathroom without being seen. Fishing around for wipes, he cleaned himself up first then made his way back to the room. He could hear a commotion downstairs, not thinking much of it until he heard someone shout.

"Police!"

He stopped for a second, then hurried back to George who was lying lazily on the bed.

"George, the police are here." He announced, suddenly panicked.

"Shit!" George sprung into action, snatching the wipes from Ringo and cleaning himself up hastily.

"There's nothing illegal going on is there?" Ringo asked, dressing himself sloppily.

"Well I'm not about to stick around to find out." George pulled on his boxers, socks and trousers, grabbing his coat on the way out as they sped down the stairs.

Authorative voices could be heard further inside the house, expelling almost every single person through the back and into the garden. George seemed far more collected than Ringo, heading straight to the garden fence and throwing himself over it. Ringo didn't pause to worry, to think at all, following George's lead and sprinting off into a random direction for as long as they could. It was a humorous sight, a sea of young people running as if for their lives into the cold night.

Eventually they came to a stop, needing to catch their breath and assess the situation. Ringo hadn't felt so alive in a long time, his body a mixture of pleasure and adrenaline. The two of them shared a glance and burst into laughter, George leaning against a garden wall and lifting himself onto it.

"I left my shoes and shirt behind." He announced, still laughing "Why the fuck did I do that?"

Ringo seated himself beside George "Because you're insane?"

"Oh yeah, that must be it." George pulled his coat on tighter, suddenly cold.

Ringo didn't think twice, pulling his own coat off and wrapping it around George's shoulders. He accepted it gladly, still shivering a little as he looked up at the night sky.

"Now what?" George asked, kicking his shoeless feet playfully.

"Well..." Ringo began, questioning his words at first "I've got a shirt back at mine with your name on it."

George turned to him with a grin "How did you know my real name was Rolling Stones?"

Ringo tried to resist laughing but failed, shoving George lightly "So stupid."

They sat in silence for a while, the sound of people fleeing from the party could still be heard distantly. It wasn't too long of a walk back home, but Ringo didn't want to assume that George wanted to head back with him.

"That shirt's starting to sound real appealing." George chattered his teeth.

Ringo smiled "Well, I could give you a piggyback ride if you want... You might step in some glass or some shit." He knew it was a ridiculous request, but he couldn't deny how fun he thought it'd be.

George looked at him blankly for a moment, then a smile spread on his lips "Why the fuck not?"

Ringo couldn't help laughing, shifting off of the brick wall and squatting down in front of George so he could slide onto his back. He was unsurprisingly light, Ringo could lift him with ease. George let out an excited whoop as he was lifted, not realising the reality of Ringo's strength until now.

"Who thought I'd be riding you twice in one night?" George chuckled as Ringo began hurrying down the street.

They must've looked quite the sight: Ringo ducking down as he sprinted down the street ridiculously quickly as George screamed out excitedly. Ringo felt like a teenager again, the cold night air doing nothing to sober him up.

He was happy, he just hoped the feeling would last.

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[mithranqueersmusings]

The Night Before II

Chapter: 2/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo hadn't been to this club for a while, without John by his side he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. There were only two types of people who dragged themselves to such a questionable establishment so late in the night: people so off their faces in need of a warm place to dance until they could hardly stand upright, and predatory figures looking for an easy target. Ringo and George didn't fit into either category, making Ringo question the distinction entirely, but he supposed a drink or two could get them well on their way. The two of them headed straight to the bar which was littered with a few figures who were struggling to hold their heads up.

"What can I get you?" George asked, getting his phone ready to pay immediately.

"Oh, um... A vodka-coke if you're offering." Ringo once again felt his nerves getting the better of him, part of him still couldn't believe someone like George was even interested in him.

"Gross, how do you drink that shite?" George curled his nose up in mock disgust but ordered one for Ringo all the same, buying himself a gin and lemonade.

With their drinks in hand they moved over to the sparsely populated dancefloor, the music seemed to be the same every time Ringo came here: 80s throwbacks and cringey one-hit-wonders from the 2000s. Not that Ringo was complaining, it was easy to dance to and he almost always knew the words, but it was far from his music of choice.

"You ever been here before?" Ringo asked, having to shout over the music.

"Never." George replied with a smile "Is it always this dingy?"

"Yes." Ringo answered instantly "But it's one of the only places open right now."

"Who says I'm complaining?" George laughed.

The two of them continued dancing through a variety of songs, both of them drunkenly singing along to 'Don't Stop Me Now' and failing to mask their excitement when 'Dancing Queen' came on. Several rounds of drinks passed their lips, each one decreasing the proximity between them as they danced. Ringo wasn't entirely sure who initiated it first, but before he knew it George's back was pressed up against his chest and they were attempting to move with one another without falling over. They were far from the only couple grinding shamelessly like this, but they were certainly the only male duo.

When another song finally ceased, Ringo found himself getting a little worked up from all the friction with George; his jeans were tight, his heart was racing and he was beginning to sweat. The only solution would be to get out to the smoking area for some "fresh air". Ringo moved his hands slowly off of George's body and leaned his face in closer so he could shout in George's ear. George evidently thought Ringo had other ideas, because he turned around quickly and crashed his lips clumsily down onto Ringo's.

Ringo froze for a moment, his hands thrown up in shock before he could register what was happening. It was far from the most romantic kiss Ringo had experienced, but the last thing he was going to do was complain. George was pulling at the fabric of Ringo's shirt to pull them closer together, his sharp teeth poking through occasionally. Ringo felt himself being dipped down by the sheer force of George and had to cling onto his neck just to stay upright.

The kiss didn't last very long, at least Ringo thought so but time was a difficult concept to grasp at this moment. George pulled away, pulling Ringo back up with him, a satisfied grin on his face and a dark look in his eyes.

"Been waiting to do that all night." George slurred, the satisfaction still clear on his face.

Ringo could feel himself blushing, luckily the club was dark enough to hide it "All night?"

George nodded "Was watching you with your mates for a while, couldn't find the courage to say hello."

"Why don't we, uh... Go for a smoke?" Ringo could hardly hear what George was saying over the music, and this was a conversation he certainly didn't want to miss.

"Sure thing." George followed Ringo as he maneuvered through the labyrinthine club until they finally got to the outside.

The wind felt far colder than before, no doubt it was because the club was so tightly packed and humid. A bouncer stood in the corner of the fenced off area with his arms crossed, eyeing George and Ringo as though they were about to cause any trouble. Someone else stood in the corner yelling down their phone, seemingly having an argument with whoever was on the other end. George and Ringo found some relatively dry seating and sat beside one another.

"How you feelin'?" Ringo asked, rather than sobering up the cold air was only making him feel drunker.

"Pretty good." George hummed happily, his eyes were barely open.

Now they'd gotten to be alone together, Ringo had no idea what to say. Looking into George's eyes he could hardly string a coherent thought together. At least Ringo could be certain that it wasn't just the alcohol clouding his mind, George really was something else. Even the way he dressed was attractive, a retro windbreaker with flared velvet trousers, the shirt underneath a mixture of colours and shapes.

"So... You were watching me in the club then?" Ringo asked cautiously.

George let out a hearty laugh "Shit, yeah... Me and my big mouth." He looked embarrassed for a moment or two "I was worried the guy you were with was your boyfriend, even after they left I was still a little too scared to come over."

Ringo chuckled at the thought, dating either Paul or John was amusing to him "What made you come over in the end, then?"

"Felt like I couldn't let you get away." George smiled "You looked so cool, I was certain you were gonna tell me to piss off."

"Me?" Ringo laughed "Not very likely. I'm a sweetheart really."

George leant in a little closer "Something tells me that's not the whole truth." The darkness had returned to his eyes, his lips curling up in a devilish smile.

"I'm afraid I haven't the faintest clue what you're on about." Ringo leaned in too, close enough to feel George's breath on his face.

A beat of silence passed between them.

"This place has got a toilet, right?" George's voice was almost a whisper.

Ringo paused "Yeah, of course. Why, do you feel sick or something?"

George let out a splutter of a laugh "Don't be daft." His voice grew quiet once more, making the hairs stand up on Ringo's skin "But I don't think that bouncer will like it very much if I start blowing you right here."

Breath escaped Ringo entirely, this was far from the first time that he'd been prepositioned in such a way but hearing it from George made his head cloud.

"Well?" George asked, cocking an eyebrow and widening his toothy grin.

Ringo stood up a little too eagerly, but he was past the point of caring by now. Grabbing George by his slim wrist he quickly guided them back into the dingy club and towards the questionable toilets. By this point in the night, one of the cubicles was already out of order and something somewhere had started to flood and pools of water formed around the sinks. It was a ghastly sight, but Ringo hardly noticed it as he pulled George into the furthest stall.

"Charming place." George remarked as he locked the door, luckily the floor was relatively clean.

It was cramped to say the least, Ringo put the seat down on the well-used toilet and sat himself rather excitedly down.

"It's dreadful, I know. But desperate times..." Ringo had no clue what to do with his hands, his head was swimming with anticipation.

"I hope that's not a dig at me." George replied as he wasted no time getting to his knees, it made Ringo sad to see his trousers dirtying with the muck on the floor but George hardly seemed to care.

George quickly got to work, his slender fingers pulling at the zip on Ringo's achingly tight jeans. Ringo let out a sigh of relief as the denim was pulled from his skin, pooling down at his ankles, he only hoped they didn't get too dirty but that was a risk he was willing to take. Next were the boxers, Ringo wished he'd worn a more presentable pair tonight but it wasn't long before they were being pulled down too.

Ringo hadn't realised how hard he'd become until he was staring right at his aching erection, a sight which drew George's attention too.

"Fuck..." George breathed, his hand tentatively gripping the shaft "For a short guy you've got a huge cock."

"I'll skip the insult and take that compliment, thanks." Ringo was struggling to keep his composure as George's slim lips wrapped around the head.

It wasn't the most debauched thing Ringo had ever done, he'd fucked a guy at the back of a club surrounded by overflowing dumpsters once, but it was certainly the most thrilling. George was acting like he was starved, as though all he needed in this moment was Ringo. With George's mouth working up and down Ringo's length, it was hard to believe they'd only met a few hours ago.

"Jesus." Ringo hissed when George lightly grazed his teeth, he swore he could feel George's sharp canines individually on his sensitive skin.

George hummed happily, taking more of Ringo into his throat. The world seemed to be spinning around him, Ringo had to push his hand against the cubicle wall to gain the slightest feeling of being grounded. Maybe it was his bias for George, but Ringo could swear this was the greatest blowjob he'd ever had. He wondered whether George did this a lot, the thought of that alone released a moan from deep inside him.

Ringo ran his hand through George's hair, it had started sticking together with sweat but he still managed to look good. George let out a quiet gasp at the contact, feeling the coolness of Ringo's jewellery was welcome.

George was quickening his pace now, each time being able to take more of Ringo into his mouth, his determination was certainly admirable, but he never managed to take him all the way. Each time he gagged around the thickness, Ringo couldn't stop the moans from pouring out of his mouth.

"Fucking hell, George..." Ringo panted, gripping tightly at his hair "Your mouth feels incredible, just wanna fuck up into it."

The sound that left George's mouth was purely criminal, groaning with his mouth filled with cock. He looked up into Ringo's eyes with a hungry twinkle, it was all the permission Ringo needed to start thrusting upwards. At first he was cautious, testing the waters as he felt George's throat relaxing around him but soon enough he grew sloppy and erratic.

Everything seemed to fade into the background, all that was left was the sensation of George's hot mouth and the wanton noises he was making. The sounds were obscene, wet slapping of skin on skin, George gagging and moaning.

"Shit, shit... I'm getting close." Ringo announced, he could hardly see straight.

George didn't wait for another word, he pinned Ringo's hips down to the seat forcefully and sank his lips all the way down to the base. Hollowing his cheeks and gagging loudly, Ringo came in an instant, shooting down deep into George's throat. It took Ringo a few moments to recover, still gripping at George's hair tightly.

Pulling off suddenly, George licked his lips and swallowed hard. It was purely pornographic, the way he smiled with specks of cum still visible. Ringo couldn't help himself from rubbing his thumb tenderly on George's smooth cheek, he worried it would be too intimate of a gesture but he didn't seem to mind, instead he pressed his face into the hand.

Reluctantly Ringo pulled the hand away, then passed what was left of a toilet roll over to George so he could clean himself up. George accepted it willingly, standing up and assessing the damage of his trousers which weren't as bad as either one had anticipated, although it was pretty clear what he'd been getting up to.

"Sorry about your trousers." Ringo said hoarsely, pulling up his own jeans and shuddering at the wet sensation against his skin.

"Don't worry about it." George's voice was even more wrecked "Worth it."

Ringo laughed nervously, even after all that he still couldn't help the effect George had on him. He could barely stand, his knees were far too shaky. George looked beyond satisfied, his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed.

"So... What say we head back to yours?" George asked with a grin, despite all the exertion he was still eager.

"I say the Uber can't get here fast enough." Ringo smirked, managing to get up to his feet to kiss George deeply.

He could taste his cum on George's tongue, mingled with alcohol and smoke. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment, but he could've sworn it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

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The Night Before I

Chapter: 1/15

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Eventual Smut

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

The night was coming to an end, whether Ringo wanted it to or not. John and Paul had left half an hour ago, and as the club's inhabitants gradually thinned Ringo began cursing himself for not taking the opportunity to share an Uber home. Yet he still felt determined to stay clinging to the bar until the staff would have to force him to leave. This had become a common occurrence as of late, Ringo clinging on desperately to the end of every single night out as though it would provide anything at all. Despite all his attempts to go home with somebody, anybody, there didn't seem to be a single person remotely interested. Perhaps a change of scenery would've helped, but he'd been coming to this club for as long as he could remember; the music was good, the drinks were cheap, and the men were relatively good looking, what more could he ask for?

Taking a final sip of his vodka-coke, Ringo looked around the dimly lit room in a last attempt to find someone to go home with. He knew he wasn't looking his best, his stubble grown far beyond looking rugged and bordering on sloppy, his flimsy pair of sunglasses resting on the collar of his shirt with a spillage stain clear to see. Everyone else in the room seemed to have the same idea, preying eyes tracing the walls as each person waited for someone else to make the next move. It was rather depressing really, a bunch of men desperately clinging on to the hope that someone would find them moderately attractive enough to fuck them once and never see them again. What kind of romance was that? Ringo let out a soft laugh at the thought, shaking his head as he decided it was probably best to slink home than embarrass himself trying to flirt. Paul and John seemed to have it so easy, like they were made for one another, and here Ringo was struggling to even get a second date from a guy.

Ringo heard the fateful words that signalled the closing of the bar, only giving him about half an hour before the whole place shut down too. Letting out a sigh, he turned his back to the bar and leaned against it, taking one last glance around the desolate space before putting his sunglasses on and heading towards the exit. The cold air stung his once warm face, he pulled his jacket tighter to his body in an attempt to keep some heat. Outside the club were various scenes of debauchery: girls toppling around in their high heels barely able to remain upright, teenagers throwing up in the gutter, men sprawling with one another any chance they got. It was pretty pitiful, but Ringo loved it in a way. It was just so familiar. A small smile spread on his lips as he took out a cigarette to light, he knew better than to try and get an Uber at this time - he'd lost enough money with the rush hour - so he decided to wait it out until everything calmed down before he shamelessly made his way back home. Few people had the same idea, everyone was rushing around after taxis or trying to get signal on their phones, Ringo couldn't help but feel a little smug to have seen this situation coming a mile away. The sounds of the city were calming to him, even the crisp coldness of the air was refreshing.

"Bum a cig?" A voice broke Ringo's fragile serenity, one belonging to someone he didn't recognise.

Ringo managed to hide how startled he'd been, evidently he hadn't realised how much the alcohol had been dulling his senses. With his sunglasses on it was hard to tell exactly what he was looking at, but the voice certainly wasn't familiar.

"Sorry?" Ringo replied, suddenly feeling far drunker than before.

The voice chuckled "Can I have a fag?"

"Oh... Yeah, sure." Ringo fumbled around in his pockets for the packet, then offered them to the stranger.

Cigarette in mouth, they waited for Ringo to spark the lighter which had become an impossible task. He wished he'd lied from the beginning because this was just getting embarrassing.

"Stupid fucking thing." Ringo mumbled, his anger growing as the stranger's presence felt heavier and heavier.

The stranger chuckled once more then moved Ringo's hands gently away so that they could bring their face closer, managing to light the cigarette from Ringo's own without much trouble. For a moment Ringo didn't think they were going to pull away and he felt his heart quickening, but they soon did and leaned against the wall beside him casually.

"You here alone then?" They asked, Ringo began trying to guess what they looked like from their voice alone.

"That obvious is it?" Ringo envisioned someone younger than himself, their voice was certainly attractive but that didn't necessarily mean they would be.

"Sunglasses give it away." They replied curtly, their accent was fairly thick "Can you even see in them?"

The stranger lowered themselves slightly so that they could stare directly into Ringo's eyes, or at least where he assumed they would be. Ringo let out a short laugh and took another drag from his cigarette, what was this guy's aim exactly?

"Not really." Ringo cleared his throat "There's some things I'd rather not see on nights like this."

"Fair enough. Makes pulling easier, I bet." They rested their foot on the wall, the longer Ringo stared the more he could discern a faint outline of their body.

"If it did would I be standing here at 4 in the morning?" Ringo chuckled, exhaling smoke.

The man laughed in response but said nothing else. A silence fell over them for a few minutes, nothing but the bustling sound of the city gradually emptying itself. For the first time in his life Ringo cursed his signature choice of wearing sunglasses, not knowing what this stranger looked like could prove rather detrimental. Whether they were trying to make a move or not, Ringo wasn't sure he was desperate enough to fuck somebody whose face was a mystery. Taking in another deep breath of smoke, he debated a smooth strategy of getting his glasses off without being too obvious. If their voice was anything to go off, they sounded rather attractive, but that was hardly enough. Unfortunately the types who tended to hang around after clubs closed down weren't often the nicest things to look at, all the good-looking ones had gone off with their equally attractive partners hours ago.

"Don't suppose you're headed to an afters." The man finally spoke again, taking Ringo a little by surprise as he'd become so preoccupied with his thoughts.

"If you count heading home and passing out on the bathroom floor an afters, then sure." Ringo flicked his cigarette away into the gutter and slid his cold hands into his pockets.

"Probably a sign to call it a night then." He spoke softly but didn't move from Ringo's side just yet.

Ringo grew impatient, it was now or never, no matter how many ideas floated around in his mind he couldn't think of a non-obvious way to take his sunglasses off so he just pulled them down the ridge of his nose as casually as he could manage. Only moving his eyes and not his head, he finally caught a glimpse of the stranger: dark, shaggy hair and a sharp face. Maybe it was the alcohol skewing his vision, but the man looked absolutely stunning. This was the deciding moment, if he messed this up the chance would be gone and he'd be going home alone for yet another time - it had gone beyond counting. Whether this guy was far beyond his league or not, Ringo just had to try, he wasn't afraid of a little rejection if the potential reward was so sweet.

"I know a place that might still be open." Ringo blurted out a little too desperately, trying to maintain his composure "It's a little dodgy but you can't really be picky at this hour."

"Oh yeah?" The man turned to face him, and Ringo thanked the support of the wall for preventing his knees from buckling "Is it close?"

It took Ringo a moment to think of a coherent answer, this man really was beautiful. Exactly why he was bothering talking to some aged alcoholic like himself, he'd never know, but he wasn't about to spoil this golden opportunity. He was just about drunk enough to have the confidence to back himself, even if it didn't work out maybe he could seek somebody out in the next joint, but that was really scraping the bottom of the barrel.

"We can walk it, it's just a couple of streets down." Ringo took a step away from the wall then feared he looked too enthusiastic.

"Sounds good, lead the way." The man said with a smile "I'm George, if you were wondering."

Ringo slowly began walking down the now relatively barren street, just a few stragglers were meandering at a variety of angles.

"Ringo." Ringo replied with a small smile, he hadn't realised the height difference between the two of them until now.

"Huh?" George had zipped up his windbreaker and brought his shoulders up to protect his face from the cold.

"That's my name... Ringo." Ringo repeated, feeling sheepish all of a sudden.

George laughed and Ringo caught a glimpse of his teeth, his canines far sharper than Ringo had seen before, it flooded his head with images he only hoped he'd see come to fruition.

"Right, sorry." George stopped himself from laughing any further "Not a fake name is it?"

"Course not!" Ringo scoffed, he couldn't help but feel a little offended by the remark "If I was gonna make up a name I'd go for something a little plainer, I think."

"Like George?" George winked with a grin and Ringo almost tripped over his feet.

Could it be a fake name? Ringo didn't really care, with a face like that he could be called anything at all and he'd still be interested.

"I'm just kidding." George nudged Ringo lightly "Never understood the point of fake names. Where's the fun in fucking someone who's gonna call out a name that's not yours?"

The laugh caught in Ringo's throat, he made an attempt to cover whatever strange noise followed with a quick cough. Whatever this guy's deal was, Ringo wasn't entirely sure, he was being a little too friendly for someone he'd only just met but Ringo wasn't exactly complaining. He only wished he looked a little more presentable, standing next to George he didn't need to imagine what a state he must look. Even before Ringo could think of something to say that was attempting to be witty but was unlikely to come across as such, George was speaking again.

"Ringo's got a nice ring to it, though." George reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, sliding one between his lips "Want one?"

It took Ringo a moment to register "But... I thought you didn't have any."

George laughed again, a sound Ringo could easily get used to hearing "Couldn't think of another opener. Sorry for lying, take one and we'll be even."

Ringo reluctantly accepted the offer, pulled out his lighter and began struggling with it once more. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he continued to embarrass himself until George intervened. Snatching the lighter playfully, George moved in closer to Ringo's face yet again so that the tips of their cigarettes were almost touching and managed to spark the lighter after a couple of attempts, lighting them both successfully. It was hard not to panic a little with George so close  to his face, those dark eyes focusing on his slender fingers. Luckily George pulled away before Ringo could let his mind wander. The realisation alone that George had intentionally approached him out of pure interest rather than a need for a smoke made Ringo feel practically giddy.

"We're even now, then." George held his cigarette up like he was making a toast.

"I dunno, you did deceive me after all." Ringo tutted jokingly, turning the final corner before they arrived at their destination.

"Well you'll just have to think of some way I can make it up to you." George grinned, his tongue running over his sharp tooth; Ringo didn't have to be too imaginative to think of a few options "If you play your cards right, of course."

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The Night Before XV

Chapter: 15/15

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo was quickly getting accustomed to the routine of waking up beside George, it was definitely a pleasant sight to open his eyes to first thing in the morning. Although it was rather strange being in someone else's bed, he couldn't deny that George's flat had a real warmth and cosiness to it. He thought back on the previous night fondly, scolding himself for ever being so concerned that it would've been anything less than perfect. Unfortunately it wasn't long before George was waking up too, meaning it was only a matter of time before they would have to break out of this peaceful serenity, the thought of returning to his flat alone again was already upsetting Ringo.

"Morning." George grumbled, evidently feeling very groggy.

"Morning." Ringo repeated, an instinctive smile forming on his lips.

George let out a groan as he stretched his body out, it didn't take Ringo long to learn that every morning was a struggle for George to get out of bed at a decent time. As George twisted and turned, Ringo noticed the marks on his wrists that had been left from the restraints, without much thought he caught one of George's arms and rubbed his thumb against the aggravated skin.

"It doesn't hurt does it?" Ringo asked, concerned.

George didn't realise what he was referencing at first, once he caught on he let out a casual laugh "Not at all. Even if it did, it'd be worth it."

Ringo held onto George for longer than necessary, eventually giving into his instincts completely and pulling him closer for a gentle kiss. The longer Ringo could drag out their time in bed together, the better. George was more than happy to oblige, lifting his leg to overlap with Ringo's hip so that they were pressed together even closer. Ringo slipped his hand under George's shirt, just to feel the warmth of his skin against his fingertips. George pulled away first, though didn't move too far as their noses were almost touching.

"I didn't take it too far did I? I was worried I'd be kinda throwing you in at the deep end." George rested his hand against his face.

"Not at all." Ringo chuckled softly "Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting it at all, so I was definitely shocked. But I was surprised how into the whole thing I was."

George hummed satisfied "You surprised me too. At least I know I can maybe turn it up a notch or two next time."

"There's more?" Ringo scoffed "Jesus, George... I'm really starting to think someone's paying you to torture me."

George paused, a knowing look on his face "I'm not gonna make the obvious joke here, as much as I want to."

"You don't have any plans today, do you?" Ringo asked cautiously, unable to look George in the eye so instead focused on his collarbones, trailing his finger along them.

"None at all, why?" George responded in kind.

"Well, not to run the risk of overstaying my welcome, it'd be nice to just chill together." Ringo spoke quietly "If you want to, of course."

"Of course I want to." George smiled, washing away any fear Ringo had "No sex, though... I need at least a day to recover from all that."

"You and me both." Ringo chuckled.

George reluctantly rolled out of bed, making his way over to the wardrobe to find something decent to wear. Ringo enjoyed the view, George peeling off his shirt so that he was stood there only in his boxers. Colours and patterns popped out from inside the wardrobe, Ringo couldn't help feeling rather bland in comparison as he watched George pull out a variety of options, each item of clothing more impressive than the last. Looking around George's room, it was clear that his unique perspective extended far beyond merely what he wore: the furniture was covered in imagery, whether it was from a multitude of stickers, crude drawings or more artful painting. Everything just screamed George, no corner of the room seemed to have been neglected. Ringo supposed he could get used to being in an environment like this.

"Planning on getting out of bed today?" George asked with an eyebrow raised, having thrown on some patterned trousers.

"If you give me a reason to, sure." Ringo responded playfully.

"Well I'm not about to serve you breakfast in bed, I'm not your maid." George took a few steps closer to the bed, hands on his slim hips.

"Shame, you'd make such a pretty one." Ringo pouted.

Despite his jokes, Ringo did manage to pull himself out of the comfort and warmth. He fished for his clothes in the living room, finding them dotted around the floor, before returning to dress himself. George already looked ready for the day, his hair brushed out and a black crop top thrown on to cover his chest but leave his stomach exposed.

"Have you always dressed like that?" Ringo asked, slipping back into his trousers.

"Like what?" George knitted his eyebrows together quizzically, clearly wanting to hear Ringo's description of his dress sense.

"Just very- Expressive." Ringo treaded carefully, George laughed at his caution.

"Not always." George finally answered "I just think fashion should be fun, you know? Everyone's so serious about everything..."

"Couldn't agree more." Ringo smiled.

George led the way into the kitchen, which was filled with even more houseplants than the living room. There were a few music posters taped to the wall: Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Roy Orbison to name a few, it reminded Ringo of his teenage bedroom.

"Your place is incredible." Ringo said, a little taken aback, as he slid to sit at the small table.

"Thanks." George replied with his head in the fridge "I want to move soon, though."

"Really? I can't image why." Ringo continued noticing small details in the room: the novelty salt and pepper shakers, the aged recipe books piled on the counter.

George began starting work on breakfast "Well, I do love it here but I really want a place with a garden. I'm starting to run out of space for these guys." He gestured broadly to the plants.

"Yeah... I've never met anyone with so many before." Ringo chuckled.

"Safe to say I'm a little obsessed." George focused on the food, but the warmth never left his voice "I work at the garden centre, actually. If you were curious."

"Oh, that must be nice." Ringo admired George from where he was sat "I don't think I've ever been, actually."

"What?" George almost shouted "We have to go!"

Ringo laughed, a little caught off guard "Is it really that good? I thought it was just a bunch of old people."

"Well, that's not untrue." George began cracking eggs into a pan "It's not really that special, I just like it there. I get a discount too so if you wanna get any plants, which you should want to, I can sort it for you."

"Why do I feel like you're threatening me?" Ringo chuckled.

"Maybe I am, just a little." George snickered.

They continued talking and joking over their breakfast, luckily for Ringo no under-the-table action occurred this time. Not soon after they were relaxing on the sofa, flicking through the variety of terrible daytime television on offer. They settled on a show about home renovation, always commenting on whether the end result was even an improvement at all, as though they were both experts in the field.

After George got up to put the kettle on, he decided to invade Ringo's space on the sofa by cuddling up into his front. Ringo couldn't deny that there wasn't really enough space for this kind of intimacy, but he allowed it all the same, running his hand over to George's stomach to keep him in place.

The hours soon passed by, neither of them wanting to acknowledge how late it was becoming. Ringo wished he could've stayed here forever, but he knew that was taking things a little too far. As the daylight began to fade, he had to face the fact that he had work in the morning and couldn't really afford to spend another night with George. He decided he should at least have a shower, just to prolong the amount of time he could spend here. When he re-emerged, George was spread out on the bed with a book in his hand.

"So... I should probably get going." Ringo announced, drying off his hair roughly with a towel.

George set his book down and frowned "Suppose you can't stay here forever."

"No, unfortunately not." Ringo sighed, both of them looking at one another but saying nothing further.

The moment dragged on for a little while longer, neither saying anything but it was fairly clear what they were both thinking.

"Before I go, though, I wanted to ask you..." Ringo began, doubting the words as soon as they left his mouth.

"What?" George asked expectantly, sitting upright on the bed.

"I don't want to rush into anything, but- I just wondered what you thought about maybe, only if you want to, maybe making things a little more... exclusive?" Ringo cursed his ineloquence.

George laughed and for a second Ringo worried he'd misread everything entirely, until George spoke "Ringo, if you're gonna ask me out you're gonna have to do it properly."

Ringo paused then tried once more "George, do you wanna be my-"

"Yes." George cut him off with a grin.

"Great." Ringo exhaled with a nervous laugh.

George slid off the bed, approaching Ringo with a familiar look in his eyes "You're not about to leave your boyfriend without a kiss goodbye, are you?"

"Of course not." Ringo whispered as George moved in closer, locking their lips together.

Ringo had to use every ounce of restraint in his body to pull away from George, or else they'd no doubt be repeating the scenes of last night before long. It nearly broke his heart to leave George like this, knowing that both of them would do just about anything to spend more time together, but he could leave satisfied with the knowledge that this was only the beginning of what was hopefully a long relationship.

Things had already been fairly eventful, and it hadn't even been a month that the two of them had known each other. Whatever else was in store, Ringo unabashedly looked forward to it, for the knowledge that George was now his own, made him feel like everything was going to be perfect from here on out.

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The Night Before XIII

Chapter: 13/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

"So... Do I want to know how you got into my building today?" Ringo asked, almost finished with his appetizer.

George chuckled, waiting to finish his mouthful before speaking "Would it be creepy if I said I sat waiting in my car until I saw someone going inside?"

"A little creepy, yeah." Ringo smiled.

"Well that's not what happened then." George took a sip of his second cocktail of the night "I'm glad you liked the flowers, though."

"I did." Ringo confirmed "You're the first person to ever get me any."

George craned his neck forward, his brows raising in surprise "Tell me you're joking."

Ringo couldn't stop the laugh escaping "I'm not. Is that so surprising?"

"Uh, yes!" George exclaimed "What kind of twats have you been dating?"

"Good question." Ringo scoffed "Never really been with a romantic type."

"Well that's too bad." George continued eating "I'll just have to make up for lost time then."

This was only one of many similar comments that George had made, Ringo couldn't deny that it made him feel extremely comforted at the thought of their potential future together. Not that he was being too optimistic of course, that would just be dangerous. But where was the harm in a little bit of hope?

"I forgot to tell you how good you look." Ringo spoke without thinking, the alcohol loosening his tongue.

"Oh yeah?" George narrowed his eyes a little "I pulled out all the stops tonight, suit and everything."

"I noticed." Ringo felt his face flushing "Every time I see you, you're always dressed so..."

"Gay?" George asked suddenly, making Ringo splutter.

"Not the word I was looking for, but sure." Ringo covered his mouth as he laughed.

"I'll be honest, one of the reasons I came up to you on that night was because you were dressed well." George finished the last bite then lay his cutlery down.

"Really? I thought I looked a right mess." Ringo chuckled "If we're being honest here, I couldn't even tell what you looked like."

"Weren't disappointed were you?" George asked, a sultry lilt rising in his words as he brushed his leg against Ringo's under the table.

"Course not." Ringo welcomed the contact, moving his own leg in response "Couldn't believe my luck."

George's face softened, it was an expression Ringo had never seen before, almost childlike.

Before the tension could grow any further, the waiter had returned to collect their plates and offer yet another round of drinks which George gladly ordered. Perhaps Ringo's goal of staying sober tonight was going to fail after all. It didn't take too long for the main course to arrive, Ringo was pleasantly surprised with the quality of the food.

"You know what I hate?" George asked, evidently enjoying his meal.

"What?" Ringo responded, he always seemed to be caught with his mouth full.

"Small talk." George answered "Isn't it just the worst? 'So what do you do for a living?' 'Do you have any siblings?' I really can't stand it."

"I couldn't agree more." Ringo paused for a moment "So what do you do for a living?"

George kicked him lightly under the table with a warm laugh. It was strange, every other date Ringo had been on he'd fooled himself in believing that he genuinely cared about the answers to those questions. But now, with George, none of those trivial things seemed to matter.

"Is there anything you do wanna know?" Ringo didn't want to drop the topic completely.

George pondered for few seconds then met Ringo's gaze determinedly "How badly do you wanna skip dessert and head back to mine so we can fuck?"

Ringo's eyes grew exponentially, looking around at the tables around them in fear that anyone heard. The display made George laugh, it seemed to be the end of his teasing until Ringo felt his foot slowly gliding up his thigh.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Ringo asked, desperately sipping his drink.

"Just you wait." George grinned, his tongue circling the sharp canine tooth.

"At this rate I'm not even going to make it to dessert." Ringo felt his breath deepening as George worked his foot up higher.

"You want me to stop?" George lowered his voice, he started running his finger around the rim of his glass.

Ringo felt entirely overwhelmed, clutching his cutlery so tightly as though it would expel some of the tension. He felt like everyone was watching them, there was no way it wasn't obvious what was going on between them, yet a quick glance around the room proved him wrong. Engaging in something sexual so publicly had never been one of Ringo's goals in life, but the way his skin felt like it was on fire suggested that maybe it should've been.

"I didn't say that, did I?" Ringo tried to calm himself, to lean in to the pleasurable feeling "I'm wondering how you got your shoe off without me noticing, though."

George tried to stop himself from laughing but failed, turning his face away and hunching his shoulders a little. Ringo felt only slightly disappointed when he felt George's foot moving away, though he knew they had the whole night ahead of them to fulfil those fantasies.

"Getting it off is the easy part." George shifted in his seat a little "Now I've gotta get it back on without anyone noticing."

"I don't wanna detract from the heat of the moment but were you serious about skipping dessert? Cause that might be a deal-breaker for me." Ringo finished off his cocktail, swearing to himself that he'd only have one more.

"Food over sex? What an interesting choice." George cocked an eyebrow "I can't deny that the desserts here are great, though. How about we share one or is that too sappy?"

"Sounds good to me, I don't think I've got enough room to have one to myself." Ringo let out a huff of air to demonstrate his fullness.

Soon enough their plates were being cleared away once more, only to be replaced with a warm brownie with a scoop of ice cream. Both George and Ringo had to hunch over slightly in order to reach the food at all, but the discomfort was worth it to share such an innocent moment together.

"You weren't lying, this is good." Ringo spoke with his mouth full, no longer caring for manners.

"Better than sex, though? Come on, you're crazy." George scoffed.

"I knew you weren't gonna drop that." Ringo chuckled "Sex is great and all but food is on another level. You can eat food whenever you want, sex has so much faff that goes along with it."

"That's part of the beauty of it." George gestured with his spoon as though it would make his point more convincing "You've probably had more shitty food in your life than you've had shitty sex."

"But I've also probably had more great food than great sex." Ringo retorted "Like this." He demonstrated his point by filling his mouth with the quickly disappearing dessert.

"You're insane." George laughed, sitting back in his seat to allow Ringo to finish off the remnants.

"Why do I even have to pick one?" Ringo asked as though it were a deep and meaningful discussion "Why can't I have both?"

"That could be arranged. I'm pretty sure I have some whipped cream in my fridge." George wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

Ringo chuckled "Jesus, you're really sex-obsessed, aren't you? And I thought John was bad."

"Only when I'm around you." George smirked "On that note, I think it's about time I got the bill."

It was impossible for Ringo to deny that he was itching to get some privacy, not that their marginally more innocent time together hadn't been immensely enjoyable. He found himself honing in on the minutest of details while watching George: the way the muscles of his hands flexed, how his voice would make the most mundane words sound appealing, even the way his eyelashes were grouped together in places, all of which excited Ringo in a way that felt new.

"You really don't have to pay." Ringo tried to insist as George pulled out his wallet.

"I know I don't." George smiled, leaving the notes on the table and standing up to leave.

Ringo walked out first, being seated closer to the door. Feeling George's presence close behind him was already spurring something inside him, he'd never been aroused by something so non-sexual before. The silence as they sat in the car was entirely different this time, far heavier and more imposing, Ringo felt like even breathing too loud would disrupt it. Ringo couldn't keep his eyes off the way George's hands gripped the steering wheel, his mind imagining an endless amount of ways he could preoccupy those fingers.

On a less erotic note, Ringo was intrigued to finally see what George's place looked like. Unsurprisingly he also lived in a block of flats, but the building was far more impressive than Ringo's own. George led the way to his front door rather hastily, evidently eager to get inside, dragging Ringo by the wrist somewhat forcefully. Ringo didn't fight against it for a moment, barely even registering his new surroundings when they stepped inside the flat. George wasted no time, pushing Ringo hard against the door and attacking his neck with tender kisses.

Moans were already pouring from Ringo's mouth, only deepening further when he felt George bite down onto the sensitive skin. The feeling was one thing, but the knowledge that he'd be left with marks was far more arousing. Ringo ran his hand down George's back, gripping into the flesh of his arse. His moans were soon silenced when their lips finally met, it was sloppy and desperate but Ringo didn't care. Their tongues met and Ringo could hardly keep his eyes open. George only upped the intensity further, pressing his leg into Ringo's groin to allow him to gain some friction; Ringo accepted it shamelessly, grinding down onto George's thigh as they continued the heated kiss.

Ringo felt like he had to do something or he was going to drown in this ever-growing bliss, so he slid his other hand to the top of George's thigh and lifted him up. George moaned desperately, leading Ringo to make a mental note that being manhandled seemed to turn him on. It was hard to figure out exactly where he was going, he didn't know the layout of the flat in the slightest and his vision was considerably impaired, but somehow they made their way over to the sofa in one piece. Purposefully Ringo threw George down onto the surface far rougher than necessary, evidently it had been the right thing to do because George had begun to whine.

Soon they were kissing again, items of clothing were haphazardly stripped off and tossed carelessly away. Ringo buried his hand into George's soft hair, pulling at it experimentally to expose George's neck which he quickly took ownership of, he wasn't about to be the only one left with markings. George had managed to get his trousers off, he was rock hard as he thrust upwards towards Ringo, desperate for any friction he could find.

"You really want it, don't you?" Ringo whispered in his ear, his tongue teasing the lobe.

"Yes, yes." George groaned "Been waiting all day for this."

Ringo palmed George through his boxers slowly, warranting a high-pitched moan. It was difficult to decide whether to draw it out or not, the image of George desperate and pleading was certainly an enticing one but Ringo was practically aching already. As Ringo dipped his fingers beneath the fabric of George's boxers, he called out.

"Wait, wait!" George's volume stopped Ringo in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Ringo asked, the suggestive tone of his voice suddenly gone.

"Nothing's wrong, I just-" George was struggling to get his words out, his face was flushed with pleasure "I have another present for you."

"Oh... What is it?" Ringo felt relieved but he couldn't relax fully until he knew what this surprise entailed.

George shifted up the sofa, standing up with his erection looking ready to burst through the flimsy material "Wait here for five minutes, then come into my bedroom. Okay?"

Ringo paused, still in the same position "Five minutes?"

"At least." George stated somewhat firmly "It'll all make sense, trust me."

Ringo couldn't help feeling a little misled, he'd been geared up only to be told to stop entirely. He expected that whatever George had in store would be worth it, but this was about to be the longest five minutes of his life. To pass the time he looked around the room, admiring the vast amount of house plants that George had littered around, as well as the Monty Python film posters hung up around the television. Part of him wanted to burst into the room already, but he had to fight that desperate voice.

Watching the time pass on his phone was painful, minutes only seemed to last so long when he needed them pass quickly. As soon as seven minutes had passed, Ringo was hurrying over to the door. He'd already thrown off his shirt and trousers, feeling a little cold in his near-nakedness, but he figured it would save time.

"Can I come in?" Ringo asked before entering, but received no response.

He waited a few more moments, then decided to walk in all the same. It became clear immediately why George hadn't been able to respond, Ringo nearly fainted at the sight.

"Oh."

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The Night Before XII

Chapter: 12/15

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

The following day was spent rather unproductively, Ringo hardly moved from his bed and refused to get dressed into anything decent. Paul and John had left early, they could easily tell when Ringo wanted to left alone, but they ensured that at least one of them would be available should Ringo need anything at all. Last night hardly felt tangible, but the grogginess of Ringo's mind and the overhanging sadness made it difficult to forget. He wasn't entirely sure what he felt so bummed out about: was it merely the pain he felt to see George with another man? Or was it the sheer humiliation Ringo had experienced, having to expose his feelings to George in such an unappealing way? Perhaps it was a mixture of both, but he was determined to only let it sully this single day for tomorrow held endless possibilities and he truly believed that the date with George would still go fairly well, even with all this tension now risen to the surface.

Sometimes it was nice to have days like this, comfortably lounging around in pyjamas with no real objectives in mind. Ringo channelled out any lasting aggression he was harbouring by blasting music on his speakers, just about loud enough to stop himself from thinking. He had more than several comfort films to watch, many of which starred his favourite actor Peter Sellers, to make the time fly by without much thought. Throughout the day he conversed sparsely with John and Paul, neither of them addressing the actual events of last night but their concerned tones were enough of an allusion.

He treated himself to some pizza for dinner, settling down in front of his television and letting the hours pass. These days of nothingness were necessary, especially with the amount of excitement he'd been unwillingly plagued with this past week. Part of him debated not even bothering to get into bed, just to gradually pass into unconsciousness on his sofa, but the mature section of his mind - one which was often ignored - convinced him to tuck himself into the covers and let sleep wash over him.

Ringo gladly slept well into the afternoon, the only thing getting him out of bed was his growling stomach. Reaching for his phone he swiped away a variety of meaningless notifications then paused when he noticed a text from George. His mixed feelings were considerably less tangled than they had been previously, but there was still a hint of dread in his stomach when he thought about him.

Look outside your door.

It was sent a couple of hours ago, Ringo worried he'd missed whatever surprise had been waiting for him. He didn't appreciate the cryptic tone, nonetheless he padded over to the front of his flat and cautiously opened the door. Sitting before him was a vase sporting a diverse bouquet of flowers, Ringo wasn't even sure he could name half of them. He looked at it for a while, registering how to fit this in with his torn attitude towards George, and noticed a small card perked upon one of the leaves; he picked it up and inspected it closely.

First of many treats I have planned for tonight. I hope your hangover isn't too bad and you aren't regretting giving me another chance.

Ringo found himself smiling, he must have looked rather odd standing in nothing but his boxers and socks clutching onto this card for longer than he needed to. The thought of one of his neighbours seeing him in this precarious situation spurred him to take the vase inside and shut the door behind him, he inhaled the fresh smell deeply as he brought them into the kitchen to find an adequate placement. He couldn't deny how beautiful they looked, as much as his pessimism wanted to convince him that this was merely a disingenuous ploy. It was difficult to hold onto the resentment, Ringo found himself leaning more towards the attitude that it was merely an extremely unfortunate situation and that George had never intended on hurting him. What use was there in holding onto the past?

Drinking his morning cup of tea, Ringo stared at the flowers before he realised he should probably respond to George's text.

sorry i only just woke up the flowers are gorgeous thank you so much

You're welcome It's the least I can do really There's plenty more where that came from

flowers or surprises??

Both Just you wait

havent got much a choice have i?

I can pick up you around 7 Does that work for you?

it sure does

Ringo debated whether to send another text, he really wanted to clear the air completely but wondered whether it would be better to do it in person. The last thing he wanted was for the whole night to feel like George was having to make it up to him, rather than it being an enjoyable night for the both of them. He understood George's guilt completely, but it would no doubt make him feel rather ridiculous with the forced nature of it all. If only things could just go back to normal, was that too much to ask? He let out a sigh, drafting out a message and staring at it for a while.

i dont want this to come across as harsh or ungrateful or anything but could we leave out any conversation about last night?? i just want to have a good time and not think about that stupid stuff

Impulsively, Ringo sent it without much further thought. He knew it wasn't the most coherent or effective way of getting across his jumbled thought process but the last thing he needed was even more stress seeping into today.

Last night? What happened last night? I was at home didn't step outside for a second

you're right how silly of me must have you confused for someone else

Ringo felt relief washing over him, a grin spreading across his face as he continued to stare at the message from George. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be as stressful as he'd originally anticipated, he'd almost forgotten how at ease George was able to make him feel.

Now arrived the age old dilemma: what on Earth was he meant to wear? He probably should've asked how upscale the place was that George had picked out for them, he didn't want to risk dressing up too much and looking like a fool. Not that Ringo had a great array of formal clothes to choose from, he wasn't one to frequent snobbish establishments if he could help it. He emptied out almost his entire wardrobe, tossing clothes behind him into barely distinguishable piles like he was starring in a teen movie. It took far longer than necessary to narrow down his choices, eventually settling on a navy jumper and some dark trousers. Looking at himself in the mirror he realised there was no way this outfit reflected the amount of time he'd spent choosing it, but the last thing Ringo was about to do was spend more time agonising over something that no doubt didn't matter much at all.

His stomach started rumbling while he waited for George to arrive, he only hoped the food would be appealing. Ringo had a reputation for being a picky eater, not that he could necessarily help it with his endless list of allergies. He found himself worrying that wherever they went Ringo wouldn't be able to eat anything and it would spiral the entire date into disaster. Exactly where this paranoia came from he didn't know, he only hoped it would disappear as soon as he laid eyes on George.

When the long-awaited text finally arrived, Ringo grabbed his jacket and hurried down the stairs. If he didn't eat soon he felt like he was going to pass out, he knew that wasn't truly the case but he couldn't deny that it felt that way. George beamed at him through the glass window, Ringo reciprocated the grin without it feeling even the slightest bit forced. Everything felt normal, thank goodness.

"Don't you look dashing?" George spoke first, a playful tone in his voice.

"Why thank you." Ringo stepped out of the building "I wasn't quite sure what to wear, if I'm being honest."

George was sporting a dark green turtleneck, on top of which he wore a black chequered blazer with trousers to match. It was the most dressed up Ringo had ever seen him, and it was a pleasant sight to say the least.

"Well you look great." George reassured him "Now, I'm absolutely starving so let's get a move on."

They slid into George's car, Ringo felt a little strange to not be the one doing the driving. As they began pulling out onto the main road, Ringo felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Trying to be polite, he decided to ignore it, it was likely only Paul or John wishing him good luck on his date. Neither of them spoke much as they drove, they'd have plenty of time to talk once they got to the restaurant. George hummed to himself rather quietly, Ringo wasn't sure he was even aware he was doing it. After several minutes, George's hand gradually moved away from the steering wheel and onto Ringo's thigh; he never turned to look at him, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. Experimentally he began rubbing his thumb on the fabric of Ringo's trousers, it was a sweet gesture that Ringo appreciated. Ringo gathered the courage to press it one step further, sliding his own hand underneath and interlocking their fingers together. Once again George didn't turn, but a small smile spread on his face. Ringo wasn't sure this was exactly the safest way to drive, but it helped relax his nerves a little.

Not too much time had passed before they'd arrived at their destination, a rather small building with a cosy looking interior. George turned the ignition off but neither of them made any further movements, sat firmly in their seats with their hands still clasped together. The muffled sound of the bustling city outside the car overpowered any potential awkward silence, Ringo was afraid to move lest he ruined the moment.

"You ready to go inside?" George asked, his voice far quieter than necessary, finally turning to face Ringo.

Ringo nodded, hopefully managing to hide his disappointment as George's hand slipped away. They both stepped outside of the car and made their way towards the restaurant, it was pretty packed but fortunately George had booked a table for the both of them. Anxiety began to creep into Ringo's mind as they were guided to their seats, he hadn't been on a proper date like this for so long, he felt like he'd forgotten how to make regular conversation. Yet sitting down across from George made all those worries disappear, all he needed was the smallest amount of eye contact and he felt safe once again.

"You like wine?" George asked, perusing the drinks menu.

"I can't lie, I'm not a fan." Ringo didn't want to risk sounding rude.

"How about a cocktail or something? Just don't look at the prices." George chuckled "Whatever you want, my treat."

"I'd love a Sex on the Beach, if you're offering." Ringo said rather sheepishly.

"Last time I checked Liverpool didn't have any beaches." George feigned a quizzical expression "I think I'll have one too."

The drinks didn't take too long to arrive, Ringo felt relieved to get some alcohol in his body to help him relax. Although he was determined to not get too drunk tonight, it was about time he experienced George's company sober. The atmosphere of the restaurant was nice, rather homely, far less intimidating than the grand vision Ringo had conjured during one of his bouts of paranoia.

Everything just felt right, there was nowhere else he'd rather be or anyone else he'd rather be with. The gleam in George's eyes and the faint smile always barely hidden on his lips let Ringo know that he was feeling the exact same way.

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The Night Before X

Chapter: 10/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Morning seemed to arrive suddenly without much warning, Ringo pressed his head down onto the pillow and before he knew it several hours had passed. He felt far more refreshed than he'd been expecting, but the mess in the living room was enough to remind him of last night's antics. George woke up relatively soon after Ringo, enjoying the cups of tea Ringo made for the both of them. They didn't speak much, but Ringo felt there wasn't anything that needed to be said, they just enjoyed one another's company as they trudged through their waning hangovers.

The two of them recounted the night fondly over pieces of toast, not wasting much time before they headed over to reclaim George's abandoned attire. The host of the party, whom neither of them recognised, gave them a strange look as they returned the shirt and shoes. Apparently nothing major had happened with the police, seemingly they just wanted to scare everybody off. Ringo feigned being annoyed at the prospect, but in reality he couldn't have been happier with how the night had turned out.

Returning to Ringo's, George hopped into the shower once again. Ringo began clearing up, which consisted mostly of chucking everything into a bin bag which was left in the kitchen to be dealt with later. While he waited for George to finish he finally responded to John's texts.

sorry i didn't see these im still with george

you really are obsessed with him aren't you??

no comment

well good for you rings its about time you got some

thanks dad

you wanna come over later?? paul wants to get a chinese

sounds good to me

be sure to bring all the juicy details about your juicy date

it wasn't a date

was it juicy????

shut up ill see you later

It wasn't long after Ringo put his phone down that George had reappeared, fully dressed with his hair slightly damp.

"Hey, I don't want you to think I'm running out on you or anything..." George began.

"But you're gonna run out on me." Ringo completed with a grin.

"Yes." George chuckled "I had a great time though, really. Thanks for everything, you're an absolute saint."

"My pleasure." Ringo couldn't help feeling a little sad, knowing that they'd soon be apart "Do you want a lift back?"

"No, no, you've done more than enough already." George fiddled with the zip on his jacket.

They looked at one another for a few moments before Ringo broke the silence "Can I see you again? Preferably sober, but I'm flexible."

George laughed "Sure... I'm a little busy these next few days but I'll let you know. I've got your number."

"Alright well I guess I'll see you later, then." Ringo smiled solemnly.

"See you later." George repeated, turning to leave but stopping for a moment "Let me know how much I owe you for those chips."

"Oh, sure." Ringo nodded "They were alright then?"

"I've had better." George smiled "Next time I'll chose where we eat."

Ringo said nothing more, just widening his smile a little as George made his way out of the flat. Ringo tried to keep his spirits light, focusing on the day ahead. At least George seemed genuine about wanting to see each other again, Ringo could hold onto that for a while at least.

He headed straight back to bed, an easy way of making time pass before he could see John and Paul. Most of the remaining time he spent cleaning, just to make the time pass. Having a moment of weakness, he picked up the shirt George had discarded and brought it to his nose to smell. It only made him miss George all the more, but he tried to think of another things as he tidied up the mass of clothes cascaded around the room. It was a difficult balance of remaining positive without being too optimistic about his relationship with George, yet he didn't want to try too hard to be realistic and confront the fact that it was very possible that nothing more would come from their time together. It was hard to deny that their connection felt far too special for it to mean nothing at all, but Ringo had read the signs wrong many a time in the past.

Ringo hurried over to John and Paul's as soon as he could. They'd been living together for a couple of years now and it wasn't unknown for Ringo to stay there for several days at a time just because of how homely it would feel. Paul opened the door, happiness spreading across his face, stepping aside to let Ringo into their warm home. John was waiting in the living room, sprawled out on the sofa like a relaxed feline, hardly moving when he noticed Ringo other than giving a grin and a small nod.

"Here he is, man of the hour." John announced, Paul sweeping his feet up so that he could sit on the end of the sofa.

Ringo took a seat across, stretching his legs over the arm in a way he knew would be terrible for his posture "Feels like I haven't seen you guys for ages."

"Well you've been busy, haven't you?" Paul teased, the smile still spreading his lips.

"Tell us all about it, I know you want to." John waved his hand dismissively, but his expression was kind.

"Come off it." Paul laughed "John's been going on about you and that George bloke for days, he's been dying to know everything."

Ringo shifted himself to get comfortable "Well... What do you wanna know?" He couldn't help feeling a little shy when talking to Paul and John about his various relationships.

John sat himself up excitedly, blurting out with little to no shame "How big is his dick?"

Ringo spluttered into laughter "Jesus, John... Why would that even matter? My bottoming days are long behind me."

Paul joined in with the laughter "How did that party go? I know you were freaking out about it."

"It was alright in the end. Some bird tried cornering me and the police showed up and everyone scattered." Ringo recounted "But we still had enough time to enjoy ourselves, if you catch my drift."

John scoffed "We're not teenagers, Rings, I want details. Who's blowing who? Is he freaky? Is he half in good in bed as he is hot? I need to know!"

Ringo rolled his eyes playfully "You're right, John, you're not a teenager you're practically prepubescent."

"Let Ringo get settled first. There'll be plenty of time to spill the beans later." Paul spoke softly, mindlessly giving John's feet a massage as he spoke.

"Not over dinner I hope." Ringo chuckled.

"In all seriousness though, it's nice to see you so happy again. Isn't it John?" Paul pinched John's ankle to spark a reaction.

"Yes, yes, we're so happy that you're happy." John spoke as though reading from a script "Now I'm gonna ask you something point blank, and I need you to be honest with me."

Ringo's heart fluttered in panic "What is it?"

John furrowed his brows in an attempt to appear serious "Did he blow you in the toilets?"

"Uh..." Ringo laughed, unable to find his words "I don't-"

"Before you even try to deny it," John interrupted, holding his finger up "I saw the marks on his knees, and I'd know those marks anywhere."

"Why're you asking me then?" Ringo threw his arms up defeated "You think I'm gonna say no to a guy like that offering me a blowie in the toilets?"

John clapped his hands together loudly "I knew it! You absolute whore, Ringo, what would your mother say?"

"Don't act like I haven't caught you and Paul in the exact same position countless times." Ringo sat up a little, desperate to defend himself.

"Hey now, don't bring me into this." Paul interjected "Those days are long behind me."

John cocked an eyebrow, making Ringo snicker "Well now you're just lying, love."

The three of them remained relaxed in the living room for a couple of hours, every so often it would become playfully heated as either John or Ringo slipped up in their words. They never needed to have very solid plans when seeing one another, Ringo could happily stay chatting with them for an entire day and he wouldn't feel like a single second was wasted. It helped get his mind off his worries about George, although the conversations always seemed to lead back to him in one way or another. John's questions only became more prying, not even holding back when they'd settled down to eat some Chinese food. Throughout their conversations Ringo tried to gauge whether Paul and John seemed to like George, though there was little to go off other than their very brief meeting and how they'd respond to Ringo's stories. Whenever he'd started seeming someone new, their dynamic with his two best friends was always in the back of Ringo's mind.

"Well maybe one of these days we could go on a double date or something." Paul suggested, crunching on a prawn cracker.

"That'd be nice." Ringo mumbled, not bothering to cover his mouth while he ate "We haven't really been on a date though yet. Not a proper one anyway."

"But you've fucked him, right?" John asked with a grin.

"You know I have John, so why are you asking?" Ringo felt like throttling him sometimes.

"I just wanna hear you say it." John winked at him "Here I was thinking it was slutty to shag on the first date, but you didn't even wait. Was it just the once?"

Ringo glared at him, but it was impossible to keep up the act of annoyance "Are you trying to make me hate you?"

"I'm just making sure I've got the whole picture, that's all." John teased, Paul slapping him on the wrist lightly.

"I don't ask about your sex life with Paul." Ringo said far more harshly than he'd intended.

"God, I wish you would." John perked up "We tried this new toy the other day-"

"John, I suggest you think very hard about whether you want to finish that sentence." Paul raised both his eyebrows impatiently, it was enough to make John shut up, the only person who seemed capable of such a feat.

All three of them were laughing again soon enough, a moment of tension never lasted too long. Time flew by with none of them keeping track of it, and soon enough Ringo had to retire back to his own flat, which was now seeming very empty indeed. He chucked his keys onto the coffee table and sunk into the sofa, debating how he was going to waste the hours before it would be acceptable to sleep. He had to work in the upcoming days, it was coming up to two years now that he'd been employed at a music shop in the city centre, it was decent pay and only relatively taxing so Ringo knew he could have it a lot worse, but it definitely wasn't something he looked forward to. Deciding to mindlessly scroll through his phone for a while, it suddenly vibrated with a text message from George.

I know it's a little early to make plans but I'm here to make plans

what did you have in mind?

Ringo wasted no time in responding, he didn't see the point of pretending that he hadn't been staring at his screen as soon as it had sent, even if he hadn't been he would've no doubt picked the phone up immediately.

Dinner and then back to my place?

that sounds delightful

Is this Friday good?

very good

Perfect I'll pick you up It's about time I started treating you

im not gonna say no to that

A smile spread across Ringo's face, Friday felt like a lifetime away but the promise of this date would be more than enough to get him through the week.

My treat so you better not bring your wallet

if you insist

I do

any other orders?

So many But they can wait I'll see you Friday

see you then

Ringo let his phone drop onto his chest, letting out a happy sigh. Things seemed to be going too well, but he wasn't going to let his paranoia get the better of him, rather he was going to bask in this seemingly endless happiness that George brought to his life. Friday couldn't come soon enough.

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[mithranqueersmusings]

The Night Before IX

Chapter: 9/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo was quickly getting used to the sight of George in his clothes, sitting on his sofa in a tattered Fleetwood Mac shirt and some loose black joggers. He was relieved when George wanted to stay up for a while rather than crashing straight into bed, because then it would only be a matter of time before they had to part ways once more. Two cups of tea were made, both drank gladly and mostly in silence. The alcohol circling in their body wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, but Ringo couldn't deny that being sober right now wouldn't have been the worst thing.

"What are you gonna do about your clothes?" Ringo asked, warming his hands on the mug.

George shrugged "I dunno, I guess I'll have to try and get them back tomorrow. That'll be a fun conversation."

Ringo chuckled "Well I can give you a lift tomorrow, if you like. In the car mind, not on my back."

"If you're insisting, that'd be great." George smiled at him, his cheeks still a little red from the cold and tipsiness.

"I am." Ringo replied, settling into the sofa.

Whenever silence would eventually arrive, Ringo no longer found himself becoming uncomfortable, he could sit with George saying nothing without worrying about what to say next. The hum of the lights and the distant sound of the city outside were calming, only making him feel safer in his own space.

"You know what I'd kill for right now?" George asked, twisting his body around so that he could face Ringo directly.

"What?" Ringo asked after a pause, assuming George would continue speaking.

"A spliff." George answered, taking a large sip from his mug then putting it down onto the table that was still littered with empty alcohol bottles.

"Oh, well..." Ringo began "I could roll one right now."

George's face lit up immediately, Ringo found himself replicating the smile "Really?"

"Sure." Ringo answered with a small laugh, putting his own mug down "Might be a little rough, I don't usually do it when I'm drunk."

Ringo got up from the sofa and disappeared into his bedroom, fishing around in his bedside table for the small bag he kept all the necessities in. He never smoked as much as he used to, but every so often himself, Paul and John would get high and watch ridiculous movies together, so he always made sure to keep his wares stocked up. It was definitely one way to get rid of a hangover, but it was rare that Ringo was conscious enough to even remember he had weed, let alone roll it, after a long night out. Returning into the room, George's smile hadn't wavered as he watched Ringo clear some space on the table.

"You take such good care of me, don't you Ringo?" George asked with a grin, stretching himself along the sofa so that his clothed feet brushed against Ringo's thigh lightly.

"Can't say that I don't try." Ringo spoke a little quieter, focusing on the task at hand.

"Is that gonna be a problem?" George asked, pointing to the smoke alarm on the ceiling.

Ringo didn't reply for a while, only looking up after he'd finishing rolling "Oh, that, don't worry it doesn't work."

"Shouldn't you get it fixed? What if there's a fire?" George sounded only slightly concerned.

"But then I couldn't smoke inside." Ringo retorted, his words a little mumbled as he began lighting it.

Ringo leaned back into the sofa, exhaling deeply as he watched the smoke circle into the air. He could already feel his head clearing a little, the pain of the drunken headache being replaced by the fuzz of the high. Offering it over to George, he crawled closer to Ringo and took the spliff carefully in his hand. It was hard to keep his eyes off George, watching his fingers and lips, his eyes twinkling with a secret thought. A grin spread across George's face as he smoked, taking his last drag he turned Ringo's face to his own and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. Ringo leant into the kiss, inhaling the smoke as best he could. George pulled away with a smug grin, passing the spliff over to Ringo then stretching himself out into his lap. It was another level of intimacy Ringo felt honoured to experience, his hand instinctively moving to George's head to play with his hair.

"Any chance you wanna get some food?" George asked, his eyes fluttered shut.

Ringo carelessly tapped the ash onto the arm of the sofa, ideally he'd find an ashtray discarded somewhere but he wasn't about to risk George moving from this position.

"There's a cheap place we usually order from." Ringo paused to exhale, passing it along once more "If you like greasy chicken."

George accepted it gladly, his eyes already showing the signs "This is the part where I tell you I'm vegetarian."

"Oh... Well they've got chips." Ringo laughed, watching George longingly.

George fought back a cough "Are they good chips, though? I'm trusting you here, Ringo."

"They're pretty good." Ringo couldn't stop smiling, his mind beginning to swirl "If you don't like them just don't pay me back, sound fair?"

"Sounds fair." George nodded his head "You can have the joy of finishing that off."

Ringo accepted the shrunken spliff carefully, enjoying the way his fingers brushed with George as they delicately tried to pass it between one another. Yet another surprise to bring the night to a satisfying close, it seemed that every time he was with George something unpredicted was going to crop up, but every time it was a blessing. George seemed to read Ringo's mind, grabbing his discarded phone and passing it up to him before he even needed to ask. Ringo smiled down at him, from this angle he looked purely stunning, he only hoped George's perspective was half as flattering.

Operating his phone was a little more difficult than usual, having to pull it away from his face like an elderly person without their reading glasses. He'd ordered so many times from this takeaway that they'd started giving him freebies, perhaps that was a sign that he was smoking too much but he'd happily reap the benefits tonight. Selecting his own signature order: a chicken burger, chips and a coke, he then passed the phone to George who was evidently struggling just as much as Ringo had been. Ringo flicked the now finished spliff onto the table, dreading the clean up he'd have to do in the morning. George passed the phone back with a smile, relaxing further into Ringo's lap as he let out a happy sigh. Ringo ordered the food and chucked his phone to the other end of the sofa, welcoming the intoxicating feeling.

"You wanna watch something while we eat?" Ringo asked, his fingers buried deep in George's dark hair.

George made an affirming noise "Like what?"

"I've got quite the selection of boxsets, I must admit." Ringo found himself speaking softly "If you wanna have a look."

George grunted "In a minute... I'm pretty comfy right now."

They remained like this for a while, George's breathing gradually slowing as Ringo loosely played with his hair. Ringo knew this was only a mixture of the alcohol and the weed making them act like this, so unafraid of being intimate and vulnerable with one another, but he cherished it all the same. Several minutes had passed before Ringo had realised that George had actually fallen asleep, creating an array of potential problems, but he would hold them all off for now and let George rest. It gave Ringo time to examine his face a little closer without running the risk of being caught staring: he noticed the light hints of hair between George's eyebrows which appeared to be shaven but had started to regrow, the length of his eyelashes, the beginnings of stubble on his upper lip and the way his ears protruded out from his head. All these little details just furthering the love he had for George's face, the true beauty of it.

Unfortunately it couldn't last forever, and eventually Ringo had to gently rock George back into consciousness, it wouldn't be long before the food arrived.

"George..." Ringo spoke softly "You've gotta wake up."

George's face screwed up, his eyes still closed, letting out a groan before he seemed to awaken fully. It was a sight Ringo only hoped he'd be able to witness time and time again, even if that wasn't the case he could at least enjoy it for now.

"Shit." George laughed "How long was I asleep for?"

"Not long." Ringo smiled down at him "But we don't wanna miss our food now, do we?"

George reluctantly sat up, rolling his neck slowly and tensing his shoulders. He looked rather sheepish, undoubtedly a little embarrassed that he'd let his guard down so willingly. Ringo similarly stretched out his arms, he hadn't been sitting in the most comfortable position but he was willing to sacrifice his own comfort to guarantee George's.

"Where are these boxsets you were going on about, then?" George asked, getting up from the sofa.

Ringo remained seated and pointed towards the cabinet besides his television "Just in there. Pick whatever you want."

George squatted down, opening the door and perusing through Ringo's possessions. In this day and age it wasn't too common to have so many material copies, but there was something about physically owning the discs that Ringo loved, something he felt could never be replaced even with the accessibility and inconvenience of streaming services. George hummed to himself as he looked through the titles on offer, then reached forward and pulled out one of Ringo's many Simpsons series; he held it up to Ringo for approval who nodded eagerly.

"What a fantastic choice." Ringo teased as George busied himself with the DVD player.

Ringo reached for his phone, realising the food was only a few minutes away. He also noticed a few texts from John but they didn't appear to be anything urgent, no doubt he'd give him a call sometime in the morning anyway. For now he was going to enjoy George's company while it still lasted. George returned to the sofa, remote in hand, relaxing as though it were his own living room.

"Without running the risk of overstaying my welcome," George began "Do you have a blanket or anything? I'm getting kinda chilly."

Ringo laughed "I might have to start charging for all these services, you know. I'm not a bed and breakfast." Though he got up in search for a blanket all the same.

He found one folded up in one of the corners of his still relatively messy room, bringing it out to George and spreading it out across the sofa. George appreciated the gesture, smiling up at Ringo as he found the comfiest position possible. Ringo glanced at his phone then headed towards the door.

"Just gonna grab the food." He announced, grabbing his keys and hopping down the steps towards the entrance.

He wished the deliveryman a good night, only hoping he didn't notice what a state of intoxication he was currently in, then hurried back to the haven that his flat was rapidly turning into. George had his head rested on the arm of the sofa, Ringo wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep once again, but he perked up a little when he saw the bag in Ringo's hand.

Ringo dished out the food, grabbing some ketchup from his kitchen and further crowding the coffee table with it. George accepted the chips with a smile and tucked into them ravenously, pressing play on the remote and beginning the all-too-familiar theme song. Ringo kicked off his shoes, curling his legs up onto the sofa under the warmth of the blanket while he tucked into his burger.

"Thanks for all this, Ringo." George spoke softly, looking directly at the screen and avoiding all eye-contact "You really are something else."

"Well I wouldn't do this for just about anyone, you know." Ringo replied, his eyes drifting over to George.

"How lucky I am." George said somewhat sarcastically, laughing before he filled his mouth with chips once more.

Ringo felt the exact same way.

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The Night Before VII

Chapter: 7/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo couldn't deny that he felt rather disappointed when himself and George had to leave the comfort of his home to trek through the cold to the party. They already seemed to be having such a good time on their own, singing along to music and asking more intrusive questions. He wasn't entirely sure when they'd finished as many bottles as they had, but there was hardly any alcohol left so naturally they had to move on to greener pastures. It was ridiculous to think that they might have struggled getting drunk enough, George's face was flushed and Ringo couldn't stop laughing. He fumbled with his keys as they braced the cold, part of him wanted to get an Uber but he figured it would be a waste of money considering how close it was, plus it would greatly increase the risk of one of them throwing up.

"You look nice, by the way." George mumbled, leaning against the wall while Ringo locked up "I forgot to say."

"Thanks." Ringo slid his keys into his pocket, whether he'd still have them by the end of the night was anybody's guess "So do you, but you knew that."

On the walk they spoke about nothing in particular, George explained just how few people he knew at this party so he'd be going in just as nervous as Ringo, although Ringo found that hard to believe. He hadn't been to a house party since he was young, so it was intimidating to say the least.

Turning the corner onto the final street, Ringo could already hear the booming music and the chattering people; the ball of anxiety he'd been fending off came back in full force, maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

George seemed to notice Ringo's sudden change in temperament, it didn't take a genius to figure out from his short replies and the intense look of dread in his eyes. Passing by a house, George pulled Ringo by his wrist into the darkness of the alley between the two buildings and locked their lips in a kiss. Ringo melted into it willingly, George cupping his cold face with his warm hands. In an instant all his fears were gone, blown away into the night. George pressed his tongue in for only a moment, the alcohol on his breath was strong, then pulled away with a concerned look.

"Stop freaking yourself out." George said somewhat firmly "It's just a party."

Ringo let out a heavy sight "You're right, sorry. I dunno what's come over me."

"I'd make a sex joke but I don't think now is the time." George smirked.

They continued down the street for a few more minutes until they were confronted with the bustling house: the front garden hosted a few individuals with drinks in hand, the front door was left ajar so the two of them stepped inside easily but there was little room to move. The stairs were crammed with people both sitting and standing, shouting over the music in attempt to make conversation. George led them to the kitchen, following the music in an attempt to find the heart of the party, which wasn't any less crowded. He gave Ringo a look which didn't say much at all, a mixture of noncommittal confusion.

Just as Ringo feared, the music wasn't exactly to his taste, but he was drunk enough to focus on the heavy bassline and make an effort at dancing. George led them through the crowd to a relatively empty space, grabbing two bottles of unopened beer on his way without a second glance to check who they belonged to. Ringo accepted it gladly, more so than anything because it gave him something to do with his hands.

On the positive end of things, the tight space meant the two of them had to stand fairly close to one another; they'd brush together as they danced, making Ringo think fondly of their time at the club. Occasionally George would look around the crowd as though he was searching for someone, but never seemed to find whoever he was looking for. Ringo could hardly see above the heads, not that he had anyone else he wanted to look at besides George. Even in this undesirable situation George was still able to move in a compelling way, his hair tossing around as he danced.

The music continued to boom on for a few songs, the both of them finishing their beers along the way. Suddenly George leaned in to Ringo's ear.

"I'm gonna try and find a bathroom, wait here." George shouted, pulling away with a small smile and vanishing into the crowd.

Exactly what Ringo had been afraid of, but he wouldn't allow himself to worry, it wouldn't be long before George was back, surely. He made his best attempt to enjoy the music, although it was difficult with the people bumping into him from every angle. Every so often a group of people would need to get from one side of the room to the next, which meant even more unwanted physical contact. Ringo was beginning to remember what he'd hated so much about house parties.

As if things couldn't get much worse, a girl broke away from her group of friends to start dancing with Ringo. George couldn't get back fast enough. She smiled at Ringo eagerly and moved in far too close, but he knew better than to be unnecessarily rude to a stranger. For all he knew, this could be her house.

"Hey." She yelled in Ringo's ear "I haven't seen you before."

Ringo tried to keep his face from contorting in discomfort "I'm a friend of George's."

"Who?" She increased her volume further, her voice was shrill.

"George." Ringo repeated as though it would make any difference, perhaps shouting his name would summon him for a rescue.

"Do you wanna find a room?" She asked with no further explanation, remaining close to Ringo's face waiting for an answer.

"Uh, no thanks." Ringo tried to remain polite, surely she'd get the picture.

"That's alright, we can just stay here." Apparently not.

She moved away from Ringo's face at least, but nowhere near far enough. Of all the bad things that could've happened tonight, Ringo hadn't factored in this potentiality. Somehow the music seemed louder now and far less enjoyable. She'd get bored eventually, or so Ringo thought, it wasn't even a few minutes later before she was trying to pull Ringo in for a kiss. He dodged her rather dramatically, knocking back into some people behind him which caused a domino effect and a small commotion; Ringo used the opportunity as best he could, freeing himself from the girl and hurrying off in search of George. Where the fuck was he?

He felt utterly helpless pushing through the sea of people in search of George, popping his head into every room he came across. It didn't help that Ringo didn't know anyone here, nor the fact that few people would've known George to point Ringo in the right direction. Heading up the stairs and beginning to feel rather overwhelmed, Ringo spotted George tucked away in a corner talking to some guy. Ringo hurried over, catching George's eye who smiled at him warmly.

"Ringo!" George announced his presence "Where did you go?"

"I could ask you same thing." Ringo was calming down marginally, the claustrophobic atmosphere wasn't helping.

"You alright?" George asked, his face suddenly morphing with concern, ignoring the man beside him completely.

"Need some air I think." Ringo responded, the severity of the statement only dawning on him further.

George nodded "Sure, sure. Let's find a room."

The words practically haunted Ringo at this point, but he followed George all the same as he explored through the house in search of an empty space. They had to go up another flight of cramped stairs before they found what they were looking for, it provided enough distance from the music that Ringo could finally hear his own thoughts again.

George locked the door behind them and settled on the bed as though it were his own. Ringo tried not to think too hard about the fact it was a stranger's room, ignoring any personal touches dotted around the space. He sat on the bed next to George, anxiety still racing through his body.

Ringo wasn't sure what to say, before he could even think of a conversation starter George was already leaning in for a kiss. Instinctively, Ringo pulled away, and George didn't press any further.

"What's up?" George asked, talking louder than necessary.

"Some girl tried to get off with me." Ringo blurted out with little grace, feeling like a child complaining to a teacher.

George paused and drew his brows together in thought "Seriously? Why're you so shaken up, I thought you liked girls." He nudged Ringo lightly but seemed to regret it instantly.

Ringo let out a weak laugh "Just threw me, I think. Forgot how hectic these things were."

"Well we don't have to do anything, we can just talk." George explained with a sweet smile.

He was far from relaxed, but George was helping him get there. Ringo let out a deep breath and tried to calm himself further. It wasn't often that drinking made him so anxious, but it had been known to happen. Looking at George, the intensity of his eyes and the concern on his face forced Ringo to speak without much thought.

"I know I'm pretty drunk right now, and I'll probably regret saying this in the morning, but... I like you George, and I'm trying so hard not to mess anything up but I feel like I am anyway." Ringo rambled, not having the self control to stop himself.

George looked at him for a while, his sharp face unreadable. Shit. He'd really fucked it now... Ringo began debating an exit strategy, could he survive a jump from a three storey window? Probably not.

After what felt like eternity, George pulled Ringo in close and kissed his lips tenderly. It wasn't as heated as any of their previous kisses, it was almost sweet. For a moment Ringo worried George was too drunk to understand what he'd even said, but he pulled away with Ringo's face still pressed in his hands.

"You are drunk, so I'm not gonna hold it against you. But you've gotta chill the fuck out Ringo, okay?" George spoke firmly but not harshly.

Ringo nodded, savouring the feeling of George's skin against his own "Okay."

George smiled at him, rubbed his thumb over Ringo's cheek for a brief second before pulling his hands away completely.

"We can ditch the party if you want. It's pretty shit if I'm being honest." George offered.

Ringo shook his head "No, don't be silly. That'd be such a waste of alcohol. We came here for a good time, so let's have one."

"You sure?" George asked unconvinced.

"I'm sure." Ringo affirmed "I'll be fine, just don't run off again. Alright?"

"Alright." George laughed softly, already standing up from the bed and heading over to the door.

Ringo followed behind him closely as they once again worked through the plethora of people, spilling a couple of drinks in their wake. The kitchen was just as crowded as before, but Ringo felt considerably safer with George at his side. They picked up where they left off, dancing close with one another to the repetitive beat of the music.

Just when Ringo found himself returning to normal, he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. It was that girl. He almost shuddered as she smiled at him, waving drunkenly as she whispered to her friends. George followed Ringo's gaze then moved in closer to his ear.

"That her?" George asked, his voice a little deeper.

"Yeah." Ringo replied, unable to take his eyes off her.

"Well, we better make it clear that you're unavailable tonight."

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The Night Before VI

Chapter: 6/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Saturday couldn't come quick enough. Ringo found himself going to bed early and waking up later just to make the time pass faster, he knew it was a little pathetic but he just couldn't wait to see George again. At first he planned to keep it on the downlow with John and Paul, but it was almost impossible with how inquisitive they both were, and deep down he really did want to get them involved. His only worry was that this would be yet another instance of him falling head over heels for a guy only for it to end in disaster, followed by weeks of the sympathy treatment from the seemingly perfect couple.

Ringo spent far longer than he'd admit trying to find the perfect thing to wear. He was making an assumption, but judging by the way George dressed he really cared about his image, and Ringo wasn't about to look like a fool either by trying too hard or not trying hard enough. He had a few statement pieces in his wardrobe, usually ones that John had left behind and never wanted back, but he didn't feel confident enough to wear them. In the end he decided on a black turtleneck and some corduroy trousers, he felt it struck the perfect balance.

Rooting around in his kitchen cabinets he found an assortment of half-full bottles of alcohol, exactly how much they'd be able to get through Ringo wasn't sure but he figured he should offer them all up all the same. He'd just finished putting the final touches on the place before his phone buzzed; it was George letting him know he was outside the building. It wouldn't be exaggerating to say Ringo practically sprinted down the stairs to let him in.

George gave him a wide smile, he looked far more presentable than the last time he'd seen him and it was a definite improvement. His shoulder-length hair had been brushed out, it looked smooth to the touch, and he was dressed just as expressively as before.

"Hey." Ringo smiled back, letting George into the stairwell and heading straight to his door.

"I brought some mixers." George held up his Tesco bag evidently "I hope you weren't joking about the alcohol."

"Far from it." Ringo chuckled, determined to not let his nerves get the best of him tonight "We've got a little bit of everything."

"Perfect." George replied.

Ringo headed directly into his kitchen to get two glasses, the bottles of alcohol were already strewn across the coffee table. George made himself comfortable, though not as comfortable as he had done previously, stripping off his jacket and laying it across the back of the sofa.

"Jeez, you weren't joking." George noted, relaxing back into the sofa as he admired the array of alcohol before him.

"Well you know, you're near the end of a bottle so you buy another one and after a while this happens." Ringo returned with the glasses in hand, setting them down on the table gently.

Sitting down on the other end of the sofa, Ringo felt the panic beginning to set in, but that was nothing alcohol couldn't fix. George pulled out his knock-off mixers, a few lemonades and colas which would ultimately go with anything.

"So, where should we begin?" George asked, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"I think we should work our way up." Ringo suggested "Leave the whiskey and rum for last, start with some gin?"

"Sounds good to me." George grabbed at the gin bottle immediately, pouring a liberal amount into both of their glasses and topping it off with lemonade.

"Cheers." Ringo offered, clinking their glasses together and drinking about a quarter before putting it back down.

It was strange to be drinking without John and Paul, Ringo had to admit, but it was nice to keep some new company for once. The only problem was he had no idea what to talk about, he didn't even know George's last name, where could he even begin?

"Now I was thinking about this on the way over." George started, Ringo fought the knot forming in his stomach "I think we should play a game, just to get to know each other a little better. Skip all the small talk and that bullshit."

Ringo relaxed instantly "What kind of game?"

"Might I suggest truth or dare with a twist? Forget the dare, replace it with drink; if you don't want to answer, you drink. Simple." George explained, taking another sip.

"Sounds easy enough." Ringo replied, his mind already racing with potential questions "Why don't you go first?"

George chuckled "Alright, I'll start us off strong." He shifted in his seat a little so he could face Ringo better "How many people have you slept with?"

Ringo was thankful he wasn't drinking, because he might have spluttered "Oh I see, going straight in there are we?"

"I said I'd start us off strong, not easy." George raised his eyebrow "Now, tell me the truth or take a generous sip of that drink."

Ringo paused for a moment, he seriously debated lying to seem cooler but he figured that defeated the whole purpose of the game "I don't really know for certain, but around thirty. Give or take."

George made an affirming noise "Your turn."

"Hmm..." Ringo pondered "Alright, what's the most amount of people you've slept with at once?"

A grin grew across George's face, he opened his mouth to speak but the grin took over once more. He said nothing, taking a long sip of his drink and letting out an exaggerated noise of satisfaction afterwards. Ringo couldn't help laughing.

"Wow, that many?" Ringo joked "I'm really not gonna judge you or anything."

"I didn't think you would, but if we don't drink it kinda defeats the purpose." George said matter-of-factly "My go. Let's see... You ever fucked Paul or John?"

Ringo hadn't been so lucky this time, he choked on his drink in surprise then burst into laughter "Jesus, no!"

George squinted his eyes "You ever wanted to?"

Ringo matched his gaze and took a sip, making George laugh. Whatever tension Ringo had been worried about was nowhere to be seen, he felt like he'd known George for years. At least, he'd have years of dirt on him after they'd finished playing.

"Okay... What's something that turns you on that you're kinda ashamed of?" Ringo asked, he spoke like he'd only just thought of it.

George leant back on the sofa, knitting his eyebrows together in thought "I dunno, I'm not really ashamed of anything like that."

"Really? There's gotta be something." Ringo pressed eagerly.

"Alright, alright... I was with a guy a while back who was into some freaky shit. Once he got me to piss on him, it was a little gross but at the time I got a kick out of it." George spoke with confidence, as though he was saying the most mundane thing.

Ringo couldn't help laughing like a child "Piss, seriously? That's taking it a bit far for me."

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it." George winked, taking another sip "What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done then?"

"I don't think I can top that." Ringo thought back as best he could "I had a girlfriend who used to get me to pour hot wax on her. It was pretty sexy, I can't lie, but the mess afterwards was a ball-ache and a half."

George seemed pleased with his answer but when he spoke he sounded surprised "You fuck women?"

Ringo chuckled "I guess... At least I used to, I haven't been with a girl for a while now."

"Why's that you reckon?" George asked, his interest piqued.

Ringo let out a huff of air "I'm not sure. If I'm being honest it probably cause with guys you just go straight to anal, and I just think it feels so much better. With girls a lot of the time you've gotta work up to it, and I just don't have the patience." He felt a little sleazy saying this, but he didn't think George would judge him.

"Fair enough." George sat up straight "Time for a refill. Down yours, I don't wanna be ahead."

Just as before, Ringo did as he was told and finished off his drink. George poured another gin and lemonade, being far more generous with the alcohol this time.

"Is it my go?" George asked, but didn't wait for answer "Favourite porn category, quick!"

Ringo panicked and failed to get anything coherent out quickly "Threesome." He surprised himself.

"Good choice." George grinned "Now you go, I want a really tough one."

It took Ringo a while to decide on the right thing to say, this could be his chance to get a truth out of George that he'd been longing to know, but he didn't want to risk making it awkward. If truth was the only option, that would be a different story entirely.

"Were you lying when you said I'm the biggest you've ever had?" Ringo spoke slowly, as though it made the question less intense.

George debated his next move, Ringo watched him in anticipation. He made a show of moving his drink to his lips then moving it away as though he were about to speak, repeating it a few times before he committed to downing the drink entirely.

"You bastard." Ringo scoffed jokingly, taking a similarly large gulp of his own drink.

"Sorry, Ringo." George began "You know in the heat of the moment you say all kinds of things, it made you feel good and that's all that matters."

"Don't worry, I forgive you." Ringo smiled innocently "I was lying when I said you were the tightest, so..."

George's face lit up, he shoved Ringo playfully "Sack of shit! You didn't even have to tell me that."

Ringo finished his drink off, allowing George to pour them a rum and coke. They still had a while before they had to be at the party, but Ringo wasn't nervous about being able to hold his drink. Even if he did end up getting too wasted, he could just crawl into bed happy with the knowledge that he and George had a good time.

"Alright, my turn." George looked Ringo dead in the eye "How many times have you wanked over me?"

It was blunt, Ringo wasn't entirely sure why he was surprised since it was coming from George. Yet again he debated lying, but it didn't feel right. It hadn't been that much, really, when you considered the short time frame that they'd known one another. Meeting George's fixed gaze, Ringo finished his drink with ease. The taste wasn't the most pleasant, but it got him well on his way. George's eyes seemed to grow darker as he watched Ringo, clearly satisfied with whatever answer he was giving himself.

"Can I repeat your question?" Ringo asked with a grin, pouring himself another liberal drink.

George ran his tongue over his sharp tooth "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Following Ringo's suit, he finished his drink off.

Neither of them said anything for a while, but they kept their eyes on one another. Ringo felt he was breathing too loud, but it was just the silence of the room that was warping his perception. Nobody seemed to want to speak first, either that or George enjoyed the tension. Eventually it was too much for Ringo and he reached for his phone.

"Music?" He asked simply, George nodded in response "Anything in particular?"

"Put on whatever." George waved his hand dismissively "If I don't like it I'll tell you and judge you immensely for it."

"No pressure." Ringo chuckled, picking one of his favourite playlists and putting it on shuffle "Figured we could get some good music in before we head out, some of the shit people play these days I can't stand it."

"In all honesty Ringo, I don't think we're gonna be spending much time downstairs." George smirked "Not if things go my way, that is."

Ringo sipped his drink, his mouth was suddenly dry. Exactly how this night was gonna turn out, Ringo saw no point in trying to guess, but the look in George's eyes told him everything he needed to know.

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The Night Before V

Chapter: 5/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo struggled to settle on an appropriate amount of time to wait before calling George. Unfortunately the only people he had to ask for advice from were Paul and John, who as always proved to be little help at all.

"Call him immediately, let him know you're desperate." John advised at first.

"Don't ask me, you think I've ever been the one calling?" Paul offered.

"You've got to wait at least a week, maybe even a month. In fact, wait for him to call you!" John corrected his previous statement.

"He doesn't have my number, John." Ringo explained, already frustrated with the both of them.

"Hmm... Well that does complicate things."

In the end Ringo decided to trust his own intuition and waited three days before calling George, the next issue to resolve was exactly when in the day to call him. If he called too early he might not even be awake, if he called too late he could be asleep, but anywhere inbetween meant he could be busy. Exactly how people were expected to just know the correct procedure with this sort of thing, Ringo had no idea.

Eventually Ringo caved in, he was tidying his bedroom for the first time in a long time and noticed George's note once again. He had no use for it, he'd been saved as a contact in Ringo's phone as soon as he had the chance to, but he couldn't bring himself to throw it away. He decided to interpret it as a sign to call him, it was getting into the evening now and he only hoped he wasn't at work or worse: already with someone else.

The dial tone droned on, making Ringo feel nervous as he lay down on his bed to get more comfortable. Was he going to pick up? Perhaps it wasn't even his real number, now that would be heartbreaking. The tension was dreadful, Ringo felt the compulsion to hang up entirely but he thought better of it. Just as he thought it was going to ring out, he answered.

"Hello?" George's voice spoke through the phone, sending a wave of relief through Ringo's body.

"Hey, George. It's Ringo."

"Oh, hey Ringo!" George's voice seemed to lighten instantly, Ringo could practically hear the smile on his face "I almost didn't pick up cause I didn't have the number saved."

A beat of silence, Ringo had never gotten this far in his place. Great, he picked up, but now what?

"You're not busy are you?" Ringo asked nervously, he'd never liked talking over the phone.

George laughed, it helped set Ringo at ease a tad "Not at all, just trying to find something decent to watch on the telly."

"Good luck with that." Ringo's laugh came out stiff and awkward, the silence that followed didn't help his nerves.

"What about you, what you up to?" George asked.

"Nothing at all. Just been hanging out most of the day." Ringo wished he had something more interesting to say, maybe he should've lied.

Silence.

"I'm glad you called." George sounded genuine, but Ringo worried he was just being polite; maybe he regretted giving Ringo his number.

"Oh yeah?" Ringo asked, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't hide the nervousness in his voice.

"Yeah." George let out a heavy breath "I keep thinking about that night."

"R-Really?" Ringo cursed himself for stuttering.

"I was gonna drop by last night, but I didn't want to impose." George's voice lowered and Ringo's heart quickened "Starting to wish that I had done."

"You should've." Was all Ringo could think to say.

"How about right now? It wouldn't take me long to get there ... Within an hour I could be riding you." George breathed, Ringo almost let out a gasp but managed to stop himself.

"Er... I mean- I." Ringo stammered, opening his mouth before he'd even thought of what to say.

George laughed "I won't come over then, I don't think that'd be fair on you."

"No, no, that's not what I was gonna say." Ringo managed to get a hold of himself, however loosely "I just... Wasn't expecting that, is all."

"Sorry, I'll stop. Honestly I'm just excited to hear your voice again."

"Yours too. I was really surprised when I saw you'd left your number, I thought I'd scared you off for sure."

"In all honesty I was a little thrown by your friends... Not that they don't seem lovely, it was just a lot, I think I'd rather your parents showed up than your closest mates."

"Yeah, sorry about all that. John can take some getting used to, especially after waking up in a stranger's bed with a hangover."

George laughed, and another silence descended upon the call. Ringo felt like he had countless things he wanted to say, yet had no idea how to express them coherently. This was always the worst stage in a relationship, if that's even what this could ever be, the awkward tiptoeing around one another that seemed to go on forever; neither one wanting to be too genuine, not wanting to risk exposing themselves for something that could result in absolutely nothing. Ringo just wished they could skip all this, a few months ahead where they knew each other well, already had a few inside jokes and saw one another regularly. Unfortunately for Ringo it rarely got to that point, either he would chicken out or the other person would seemingly vanish with little to no explanation. Yet he didn't want to be discouraged, he really liked George or at least as much as he knew about him, and if he ever wanted it to work with someone, it was with him.

"Can I see you?" Ringo blurted out without much thought "Not now, I mean... Just at some point this week, maybe?"

"I'd like that." George replied warmly "Did you have anything particular in mind?"

"Uh, no, not really." Ringo chuckled nervously "I hadn't really planned this far ahead... We could go out for drinks or something, maybe get some food, or see a movie?"

Now it was George's turn to laugh "How about all three? Not in that order, preferably."

"Sure." Ringo answered enthusiastically "How about this Saturday?"

George tutted "No good, I'm going to a party."

"Sunday?" Ringo offered.

"I'll be recovering from Saturday."

"Well I'm working until Wednesday, how about Thursday?" Ringo felt everything slipping from his fingers.

"I've got plans, I'm afraid."

Ringo paused "When are you free?" He didn't mean for it to come out as curtly as it did, he knew his paranoia was getting the better of him.

George didn't respond for a few seconds, and Ringo began to worry that he was going to hang up, but then he laughed and said "Tell you what, why don't you come with me to this party on Saturday?"

"Really?" Ringo couldn't hide his surprise "That sounds great."

"It might not be, I barely know the guy who invited me but I figured it could be a laugh." George explained, Ringo struggled to read his emotions from his voice.

"Sounds like a plan."

"I could head over to yours for a drink or four, if that's cool with you. The drunker we can show up, the better, I think."

"I've got a bottle or two that needs drinking."

"It's a date."

Ringo swallowed in anticipation, he felt like now would be an appropriate time to make an excuse to have to leave, but he just couldn't bring himself to hang up. Whether George was having the same problem or was merely waiting for Ringo to make a move, he wasn't sure. His mind was flooding with things to worry about now this party had been brought into the picture: what was he going to wear? Was George going to bring people with him? Did George even want to invite him or did he just feel bad? It was hard to think of any way to progress the conversation with his mind plagued like this.

"You still there?" George asked, his voice a little quieter than usual.

"Yeah." Ringo answered simply, just focusing on George's voice helped settle him a little.

"Why are you so nervous?" George asked bluntly, startling Ringo into once again speaking without thinking.

"How can you tell?"

"Well you were nothing like this on that night. What gives?"

"To be fair, I was considerably wasted. On top of that I hate phone calls."

"Then why don't you hang up?"

Silence.

"I want to talk to you."

"Then talk."

More silence.

"I don't know what to say."

"You didn't seem to have that problem last time we were together."

"Again, I was pretty drunk..."

"So I'm gonna have to get you pissed every time I wanna talk? That doesn't seem very fair."

"What can I say? You make me nervous..."

"Oh really? Well I can help you relax, if you'd like."

Ringo paused, he felt so embarrassed for acting so pathetically, but then again he couldn't help the effect George had on him. If he kept worrying so much about ruining everything, he might end up ruining it for that very reason. He was never usually so uptight when talking to guys, if anything he was usually the one making people nervous.

"What did you have in mind?" Ringo asked, shifting on his bed anxiously.

"Where are you right now?" George's voice dropped once more "You're alone, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm just on my bed." Ringo explained, suddenly feeling very hot.

"Perfect." George inhaled sharply "Would you get your cock in your hand for me, Ringo?"

Ringo froze, he'd been expecting this exact thing to happen but now that it was he wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't used to people talking to him like this, usually he was the one giving the orders, but he couldn't deny that he liked it. He did exactly as he was instructed, he was already half-hard.

"Okay..." Ringo breathed.

"Stroke yourself." George demanded, but he didn't sound harsh "I want to hear you moan."

Ringo let out a struggled sound as he began following George's instructions, it didn't take long before he was fully hard.

"Why don't you spit on your hand? Get yourself nice and wet." George shifted his weight, groaning a little "I'll touch myself too, we'll get off together, alright?"

"Alright." Ringo exhaled, he felt like he could barely breathe "Fuck, George..."

"Talk to me, Ringo." George commanded, Ringo could hear in the background the sound of him jerking himself off.

"I wish you'd come over last night. I really wanna fuck you again." Ringo admitted shamelessly "You felt so good..."

"Well I'm sure we can find an empty bedroom at this party. I've been wondering what it would feel like to ride your fat cock." George let out a sweet moan and Ringo echoed it back to him.

"God, you're criminal..." Ringo panted, quickening his pace "Absolutely sinful, do you know that?"

"I've been told." George replied innocently "I like hearing it from you, though."

"I could go on-" Ringo paused to catch his breath "I just want to ravish you... Really break you in."

George groaned "I'd let you do anything you know, anything at all."

Ringo's head was swimming, he was embarrassed to admit how close he was already but George's voice, his words, his moans, his everything, was just driving him wild.

"You look so good sucking my cock, those lips and those eyes... My God." Ringo rambled aimlessly.

"Imagine your hand is my mouth." George instructed "Imagine my tongue circling around the head of your cock. I love feeling it hit the back of my throat, you're the biggest I've ever had."

Ringo felt his eyes rolling back uncontrollably "You're the tightest I've ever had, I swear, you feel so fucking good."

"Are you getting close?" George panted "I wanna finish with you."

Ringo nodded then let out an exasperated laugh, realising how ridiculous that was "Yes, yes, I'm so close!"

"If only I was there to finish you off. I still remember the taste of your cum, Ringo. Remember how it felt when you finished in my mouth." George's voice was becoming strained.

"Fuuuck, why aren't you here, George?" Ringo moaned "I'm gonna- Shit, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it, finish yourself off for me." George pleaded "Let's cum together, right now. Cum."

Ringo groaned out, almost dropping his phone as he shot all over his shirt. George was similarly coming undone on the other side, he practically mewled as he finished. The reality of the situation soon kicked in, and Ringo couldn't felt feeling a little pathetic with his cock shrinking in his hand. If only George had been there, but this was the next best thing.

"Well..." George cleared his throat "I'll see you Saturday."

"Saturday." Ringo repeated, still struggling to breathe regularly.

And with that, George hung up. The silence stung a little, but Ringo didn't suppose there was much else that needed to be said. Furthermore, Ringo wasn't the only one who needed to clean himself up right now.

He rested his head back against his pillows, letting out a heavy sigh. At least he knew now that any plan would've been useless, George was no doubt going to keep surprising him, and he couldn't wait for whatever was next.

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The Night Before IV

Chapter: 4/15

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Daylight crept in through the crudely closed curtains of Ringo's bedroom, it took him a while to wake up fully and his thumping head wasn't helping. He could hardly remember getting into bed with George, yet there they both lay in his mismatched pyjamas. Turning over to his other side, Ringo reluctantly opened his eyes to find George looking right at him. It gave him a start to say the least, his eyes shot open which seemed to startle George too.

"Morning." George said hastily, his voice was a little croaky which somehow made it even more appealing.

"Morning." Ringo repeated with a smile "How long you been staring at me?"

George paused for a second, likely debating whether to lie his way out, but then said "Not long enough."

Ringo laughed "Talk about sappy."

"Honestly I've been dying for a piss but I can't get up unless you move your fat arse." George regained his composure quickly, Ringo figured he wouldn't be easy to catch out.

"Why didn't you just wake me?" Ringo asked, his voice so quiet despite nobody being around to hear them, the softness of the morning felt too fragile to break.

Another pause "Believe or not I do actually have some manners. Don't let last night fool you."

Ringo felt his cheeks flushing at the thought of what they indulged in, he only hoped it wouldn't be a solitary thing. He smiled at George then shifted out of the bed, stretching his arms upwards as George followed his lead. The flat felt considerably colder than the warmth of the bed, and Ringo suddenly regretted getting up and ending the intimate moment between himself and George.

"Actually... Do you mind if I have a quick shower? I'm still a little sticky, so to speak." George asked tentatively.

Ringo couldn't deny that George looked rather adorable in one of his old, baggy Rolling Stones shirts. He remembered how happy it made him when George picked it out from his vast array of ragged band shirts, far too many than he necessarily needed but they held fond memories of his youth and could never really part from them. Part of him suspected that he was going to see George again after today, but the last thing he wanted to do was get his hopes up only to be disappointed, he wished he hadn't experienced it so many times before in the past but that wasn't the case.

"Yeah, of course." Ringo answered "Let me see if I can find a clean towel."

Fortunately the bathroom was in considerably less of a state than the rest of the flat, he only fixed a couple of things like the overflowing clothes bin and the variety of towels strewn about the room. Managing to find at least one relatively dry and clean one, he hung it up on the back of the door and returned to his bedroom where George was scanning over his belongings inquisitively. He had a few photos of himself, John and Paul dotted about the space which seemed to pique George's interest. When the door shut George shot upright, clearly getting absorbed into some thought or another.

"Being nosey are we?" Ringo asked playfully, moving closer to see exactly what George had been looking at: a picture of the three of them at a festival, John looked completely manic with his shirt being discarded long ago, Paul's face was covered with glitter while Ringo was clinging onto the both of them for much-needed support.

"Cute friends." George replied a little coldly "Look like a lot of fun."

It warmed Ringo to think back on those fond memories "Yeah, it was a good time... Anyway, the shower's ready for you. Do you want a cup of tea or anything when you're done?"

"I'd love one." George smiled though his eyes seemed distant "Milk and two sugars, thanks."

Ringo nodded, returning the smile. George sauntered off into the bathroom, taking off the shirt as he went; Ringo couldn't deny himself the pleasure of watching him, his shoulder muscles tensing and his arse packed nicely into his tight boxers. With the door shut, Ringo headed into the kitchen to start work on the tea. If he wasn't feeling so rough, and if his fridge wasn't so barren, he'd probably try and cook something for the both of them but it was probably for the best, he didn't want to overstep and end up scaring George away. Waiting for the kettle to boil Ringo started tidying up his living room, picking up his discarded clothes and searching for his phone. It was always a relief to find that he hadn't recklessly broken it on a night out, the only negative being that it had depleted its battery some point in the night.

Heading into his bedroom in search of a charger, a familiar knock sounded on the door. Before Ringo could even straighten himself up a little, trying to conjure how he was going to explain the man in his shower, the door was swung open intrusively without a care.

"Your door's unlocked." Paul announced, stepping into the flat like it was his own and crashing down onto the sofa.

"Good thing you don't have anything worth stealing." John strut inside, clutching a bag of fast food "We got you breakfast."

"Correction, I got us breakfast." Paul stated firmly "Figured you could use it. What time did you even get in last night?"

Ringo took the bag from John eagerly, clutching a hash brown and digging into it. The sound of the shower running reminded him to save something for George.

"I don't know really..." Ringo started, sitting down next to Paul "But I, er- I've got company."

John threw himself down on the sofa "Good on you, Ringo lad! It's about bloody time."

"You didn't meet them at that dodgy place did you? What's it even called..." Paul couldn't mask the concern on his face.

"No, no. I met him outside the club actually, though I'm not sure if that's any better." Ringo chuckled, it didn't feel real trying to retrace his steps last night.

"Well we can get out of your hair if you'd like, don't wanna make things awkward." Paul offered, sipping on a milkshake.

John interjected immediately "Not before I get all the goss, I wanna know everything."

"Can it wait? He is literally in the shower right now, don't wanna risk-" Ringo began but was cut off by a voice behind him.

"Talking about me, are you?" George was standing with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest bare and glistening with water.

All three of their heads spun around instantly, Ringo was feeling a little speechless at the sight. John got up from the sofa eagerly and approached him with a handshake, George looked at him suspiciously but accepted it nonetheless. Paul groaned in embarrassment, a sound Ringo had grown very accustomed to.

"Nice to meet you, Ringo's told us oh so much about you!" John was shaking his hand enthusiastically, George looked over at Ringo for some support.

"Am I meant to know who you are?" George asked, cocking his eyebrow as he managed to free his hand from John's grip.

"Ouch." John feigned an expression of sadness and took a step back.

"George, this is John and Paul." Ringo gestured his head respectively "John and Paul, this is George."

Paul nodded at George with a smile "Nice to meet you. You want some greasy breakfast?"

George seemed to relax as soon as Paul spoke, far from the first time he had to relax someone who had just been introduced to the character that was John Lennon.

"I'd love to, but I should probably get some clothes on." George chuckled shyly "Ringo, do you, um.... Know where they are?"

John snickered as Ringo leapt from the sofa to pick up the pile of George's clothes he'd left on a table in the corner. Paul slapped John playfully, although Ringo suspected there was an inkling of seriousness to the gesture. Getting closer to George, Ringo couldn't help feeling a little flustered again; his hair was pushed back, making the severity of his eyes stand out all the more.

"You gonna be alright in those trousers?" Ringo asked in a hushed tone, not wanting John to hear "I can lend you some of mine if you like."

"I'll be fine, thanks. Not the worst thing if the whole of Liverpool knows what a slut I am." George nudged Ringo lightly after taking the clothes, then shut the bedroom door behind him.

Ringo was thankful for the sudden exit because there was no way he'd be able to think of anything moderately appropriate to reply with. Turning back to his friends, John had a knowing grin on his face which could never mean anything good. Ringo slunk back to to savour another hash brown, the grease let him know just how bad it was for him but there's nothing else he'd rather eat with a hangover.

"Quite the looker." Paul commented casually, his face was hard to read but there was a glimmer in his eyes.

"Fucking hell, Rings. How'd you manage that?" John asked far louder than necessary.

"I dunno..." Ringo laughed "He came up to me actually, if you can believe it."

"Pft, not very likely." John retorted "You must've spun him a whopping lie to get him in bed with you."

"Thanks for the support, John, as always." Ringo smirked sarcastically.

John opened his mouth, likely for yet another comical remark, but was silent when George returned into the room. The marks on his trousers looked worse than they had the night before, Ringo only hoped that nobody would notice. Even looking this dishevelled, George still looked irresistible to him.  

"I'll have to pass on the food, I'm afraid." George announced, his jacket was pulled on as his headphones were wrapped around his neck "Completely forgot I had plans today, so I best be off."

"Oh..." Ringo failed to hide the disappointment in his voice "Alright then, if you're sure."

"It was nice meeting you both." George smiled at John and Paul, already making his way to the door "I'll see you around, Ringo, yeah?"

"Yeah, see you around." Ringo's voice faded into quiet, but he still managed a relatively believable smile.

George just nodded his headed and ducked out of the flat, the door shutting behind him seemed to echo through the room. Nobody said anything for a while, Ringo found himself just staring at the door as though George was going to suddenly reappear. Paul just sat drinking his milkshake, unsure of what to say. John focused his attention on rustling around in the bag for some more food, waiting for his boyfriend to take the reigns. Had he done something wrong? Ringo wasn't sure, everything seemed to be going so well until Paul and John arrived. Had John scared him off? It was entirely possible, but it wasn't exactly plausible for Ringo to start seeing someone who couldn't put up with John's antics. Ringo let out a heavy sigh, there was no use dwelling on the fact, he supposed.

"Don't beat yourself up, Ringo." Paul broke the silence with his gentle voice "You probably will see him around, I don't think he was just saying that."

"I guess." Ringo huffed "I might head back to bed, you know... The hangover's really starting to settle in."

Paul looked over at John and gave him a small nod "Alright then, give us a ring if you need anything. Keep the food, I don't even need to look in your fridge to know it's empty."

Ringo let out a morose laugh "Thanks guys..."

The two of them said their goodbyes and before long Ringo was alone again in his flat, the silence feeling way more imposing than it ever had previously. Ringo finished off the coffee John had left behind then tossed the cup into his bin, which was in desperate need of emptying. Slinking into his bedroom, he pulled the curtains tighter together to stop even the smallest amount of sunlight from getting through. Letting out another heavy sigh, as though the air would expel the growing fatigue in his body, he pulled the covers over himself and reached for the water he'd left on the bedside table. Lifting his head, he noticed a small piece of paper with some scribblings on it, he had to turn on a lamp to even be able to read it:

call me (i mean it)

     george x

Below the words were some hastily written digits, the sight of them filled him with a joy that shot right through his impending hangover. He searched for his phone charger desperately, the sooner he could put George's number into his phone, the better. Knowing when to call him would be a problem in itself, but for now Ringo could get some much-needed sleep knowing that he'd been right about George after all.

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The Night Before III

Chapter: 3/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Fortunately it didn't take too long to get an Uber, mostly everyone had headed home for the night long ago so there was no longer a desperate scramble for a ride. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck with George sat beside him as they headed back to his place. The driver gave them a curious look, one which said more than words possibly could, but Ringo wasn't fazed by their potential judgement, he felt far too ecstatic.

The only worry Ringo had at the moment was how much of a state his flat was in, but he didn't suppose George was going to spend much time perusing around. It was a decently long journey to his place, luckily the driver had the radio on to fill the tense silence. After a while George placed his hand on Ringo's thigh, rubbing his thumb idly but never looking over to him.

He felt like a teenager again, staying out late and messing around with strangers, it was refreshing to feel so excited about taking someone home rather than anticipating waking up ashamed.

Arriving outside his building, the two of them thanked the driver and braved the cold for a final time. Luckily Ringo had remembered his key - he'd lost count of the times he'd had to spend the night with Paul and John because he'd misplaced his keys again - he fumbled with them slightly. Stepping into the even colder stairwell, Ringo led the way up to his flat.

"No lift?" George asked, disappointed.

"Been broken for as long as I've lived here." Ringo tutted, thankfully he only lived a couple of floors up.

The warmth of his flat was beyond comforting. Ringo flicked the lights on and immediately regretted it, his living room was in a bit of state and he knew his bedroom was considerably worse. He didn't have long to worry though, because as soon as George closed the door behind him, he was pouncing on Ringo.

Reluctantly, Ringo pulled away "Not that I don't want, uh... that right now, I really need to get these wet jeans off." He stammered.

George pouted, it was a sultry sight "Surely getting your jeans off is part of that."

Ringo chuckled nervously "No, yes, yeah. I just can't really get into that mindset with these sticking to my ankles. Fuck knows what's on that bathroom floor."

"Well not too long ago I was, sucking on that thick cock of yours." George smirked, making himself comfortable on the sofa, looking at Ringo with expectant eyes.

Another nervous laugh "Right, right... I'll just be a sec, sorry." He hurried his words and his feet as he headed for his bedroom.

Peeling off his jeans and tossing them into the ever-growing pile of clothes in the corner of his room, he was able to fix a few things to make the place look more presentable. He wasn't even sure if they'd make it to the bedroom, especially with the way George was talking. Fumbling around in his drawers, he found an old condom and returned triumphantly into his living room to find George completely naked lounging on his sofa.

"I got impatient." George explained when Ringo said nothing, just stared with his mouth slightly agape.

"I'm not complaining." Ringo spoke before he could even debate whether it was the right thing to say.

Silence began to fall again before George spoke again "I don't mean to be dramatic, Ringo, but if you don't get over here and fuck me I'm going to lose my mind."

Ringo turned his mind off in that instant, tossing off the remainder of his clothes carelessly across the room as he made his way over to George, still gripping the condom wrapper in his teeth. The sight of George was pure bliss: his slender body was just screaming out to be touched, and Ringo intended on doing far more than that. He was mostly hairless, making his skin appear all the paler.

"My God you're gorgeous." Ringo spoke rapidly as he ran his hands over George's bare chest.

"Speak for yourself." George whispered into Ringo's ear, punctuating his sentence with a bite of his earlobe.

Ringo began kissing down George's neck, taking his time as he made his way down to the nipples. He took them into his mouth eagerly, circling his tongue around and sucking on them slightly. George began letting out soft whines, Ringo could already predict what he'd be sounding like later.

It was pure joy to kiss, lick and bite up and down George's body, the way it made him squirm and moan. Ringo always felt that he got more pleasure by making his partner feel good, and this was certainly one of those times. He breathed against George's erection purely to pull a reaction from him, looking up into the other's eyes Ringo could see he was already unravelling.

"Fuck." George practically shouted when Ringo swallowed him whole without warning.

Ringo chuckled, pressing the coldness of his rings against the hot and sensitive skin of George's inner thigh as he bobbed his head up and down the impressive length. His other hand moved up to George's open mouth, it muffled his wanton moans as he began sucking on Ringo's fingers eagerly. He hadn't known what to expect from George when he first met him, but for him to be so desperate and shameless was definitely a shock. Not that he was complaining, of course.

Removing his fingers quickly, Ringo began circling George's hole. George hissed, throwing his head back against the arm of the sofa. Tentatively Ringo pressed his index finger inside, ring and all, struggling against the tightness of George's muscles.

"Shit!" George burst out "That ring is fucking cold."

Ringo paused immediately, taking his mouth off of George "I can take it off if you don't like it."

George squirmed and Ringo was ready to pull his finger out before George spoke "No, no... It feels good. Put another one in."

"You sure?" Ringo worried he was getting a little carried away, he began moving his finger again slowly.

Picking his head up to meet Ringo's gaze, his eyes filled with lust, George replied "The way you're going I'm gonna cum, and there's no bloody way I'm doing that until you've fucked me."

Ringo didn't need any further encouragement, he pressed a second finger alongside the first gradually. Lowering his mouth again onto George's now leaking cock, he took a slow pace. George continued his drawling moans, his fingers gripping into the sofa cushion for support.

He'd never felt someone as tight as George before, his mind felt cloudy just thinking how it'd feel once he was inside. It wasn't too long until he worked up to three fingers, George was beginning to relax far more now and it made things far easier.

It was clearly a struggle for George to remain still, Ringo had to use his other hand to keep George's hips pressed down. He kept thrusting up into Ringo's mouth, which was far from a bad thing, but it was hard to concentrate on so many things at once. The way George was calling out Ringo's name was criminal, Ringo only wished he'd be able to hear it again past this encounter.

"I can't... I can't wait, just fucking fuck me already!" George whined, his hand moving his hair away from his face.

Ringo let George's cock fall out of his mouth "You've got a right dirty mouth, don't you?"

George smiled, but he couldn't hide completely how overwhelmed he was becoming "I thought you liked my dirty mouth."

"Don't get cocky now." Ringo tutted, thrusting his fingers deeply which pulled a shriek from George.

All the same, Ringo followed George's command and pulled his fingers out as gently as he could manage without slowing down too much. It didn't take more than a few pumps to get himself back to full hardness, though he gave a few extra just so George could enjoy the sight.

"I might have some lube somewhere-" Ringo began but was cut off by George.

"No, no, no. No lube, just give me that cock already, Jesus." George was coming apart at the seams, Ringo couldn't deny that it was a gorgeous display.

"If you're sure..." Ringo rolled the condom on and lined himself up with George's entrance, letting a string of spit drop down onto his cock.

"I'm sure." George breathed, his eyes were wide in anticipation "Wanna feel every inch of you."

Ringo pushed his cock inside slowly at first, surprised at how easily George was taking him, then thrust the last few inches in harshly.

"Fuuuucking hell, George." Ringo groaned "You're tight."

George looked rather satisfied with that assessment, a smug grin spreading on his lips which was soon washed away with a wave of pleasure as Ringo thrust harshly once more. Ringo wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last, not enough time had passed for him to recover fully from their endeavour in the bathroom. Evidently George was having the same problem, the top half of his body was moving around almost erratically as he screamed out desperately.

"Can't believe I'm even fucking you right now." Ringo panted "Feels like a dream."

"Don't get sappy on me now." George couldn't even lift his head to look at Ringo "Let's not pretend you're- Ah!"

Ringo snapped his hips forward sharply "I'm not what?"

"Like you're not stunning yourself." George's voice was getting increasingly strained.

"Now who's getting sappy?" Ringo asked with a smile, lowering himself so he could press his tongue into George's mouth.

George couldn't stop moaning even with his mouth preoccupied, it only spurred Ringo on further to claim George's body. He let out a noise bordering on a growl when he felt George tensing his muscles around him.

"You're gonna make me cum with that shit." Ringo pulled away only marginally, their hot and heavy breaths mingling.

"That's the aim." George kissed Ringo's stubbled jaw "Want you to empty yourself inside me."

Ringo's hips stuttered, he was getting close. George's words certainly weren't helping, nor was the look in his eyes. Everything seemed to have happened so quickly, and now it was nearly over, the thought started to sadden Ringo but he couldn't think for too long with George doing that.

"Jesus." Ringo grunted "Didn't think you were gonna be this dirty."

George wrapped his legs around Ringo to pull him in closer "Don't try and tell me you don't love it."

Ringo could hardly maintain rhythm now, he was sweating and the alcohol wasn't helping his composure.

"Wish you weren't wearing that condom." George breathed "Was hoping I'd feel that warm cum inside me."

"Shit." Ringo stuttered again, almost finishing with those words alone "I'm so close..."

George purred happily "Give it to me, Ringo. Shoot it deep in my ass."

That was the last thing Ringo could comprehend, suddenly he was coming. It took all the little strength remaining in his body not to collapse down onto George entirely. He managed to roll over to the side while he caught his breath, then he felt movement beside him as George desperately wanked himself to orgasm. It didn't take long at all, streams fell onto George's chest and stomach sporadically.

"Fucking hell..." George moaned, letting his arm flop lifelessly at his side.

"I'd have to agree with you on that one." Ringo was returning to a semi-normal state.

Ringo pulled himself off of George and waddled over to his bin to discard the dirtied condom into it. It was an unpleasant feeling, but it was more than worth it. Returning to the sofa, George's eyes were still closed as he heaved his breaths. Ringo sat on the end, lifting George's feet to fall onto his thigh.

This was the moment Ringo had been dreading, ever since he had the inkling that George might be interested in him, he worried how much it would hurt when he inevitably left. He wouldn't be surprised if he got dressed and left right now, he'd got what he wanted so what other reason did he have to stay? It didn't help that a headache was beginning to brew, a sign for copious amounts of water.

Eventually George seemed to return to his body, shifting himself slightly and sitting up as best he could "Don't suppose you've got any pyjamas I could borrow."

Ringo looked at him somewhat confused and somewhat stunned, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to fit in George's words with the anxious hypothesis he'd been creating in his mind.

"Unless..." George matched his expression "You want me to go? That's fine, totally fine. I should probably-" He started moving off the sofa but Ringo grabbed his wrist, a little more forcefully than intended.

"No!" Ringo surprised himself with his volume and decreasing it immediately "I mean... I'd, um- I'd rather you stayed."

Silence fell heavily. A small smile formed on George's face as he relaxed back onto the sofa, Ringo loosened his grip immediately but kept his fingers on George's skin.

"You better get me some clothes then cause I'm not sleeping naked, you'll only get the wrong idea."

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The Night Before XI

Chapter: 11/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

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Ringo was relieved when John suggested that the three of them should go out clubbing, it was only two days before his date with George and he needed something to kill the nerves. John had recently been paid which meant he would splurge out on drinks and drugs to keep everybody happy, even if they repeatedly refused. It was nice to know that Ringo wouldn't have to worry about finding someone to go home with, he could even go to bed at a relatively more sensible hour.

The three of them left for the club in quite the state, Ringo had no clue exactly how much they'd drunk but he knew there was only more to come. John, in his infinite wisdom, had bought some cocaine out to mark the special occasion.

"What's the occasion?" Paul asked, clearly he'd said these same words before Ringo had arrived.

"I have enough money for coke!" John cheered.

He shared it out liberally, both Paul and Ringo refusing at first but indulging later on. The bag was still considerably full when they left for the club, meaning they would only grow more dishevelled as the night went on. They arrived at the familiar club, John exchanging a few quips with the bouncer as they welcomed the warmth and unnecessarily loud music. John headed straight for the bar, ordering a round of drinks for everyone without much thought. It was a common occurrence for John to spend most of his pay in one night, forcing him to live barrenly for the remainder of the month. There'd been times when Paul and Ringo were alarmed at this behaviour, but no amount of talking seemed to change his mind and so they allowed themselves to be pampered.

The club was relatively full, Thursday was student night which only made the three of them feel ridiculously old as they worked through crowds of enthusiastic youths to the spot they usually took on the dance floor. Ringo felt positive, the music was decent and the company excellent. It wasn't too long before John was pulling them all into the toilets for a 'top up', it was one of the few clubs where the security didn't bat an eyelash when a group of men all crowded into a single cubicle. A year ago Ringo had bought John a necklace with a small spoon on it, he worried it would only be enabling his drug habits further but if anything it reduced the intake for without it John would be lumping varying amounts onto his key without any idea how much he was actually doing. The necklace had been brought out tonight, making Ringo feel quite satisfied with himself.

Paul had taken a while to come around to the harder drugs, but being reassured that the three of them would always look out for one another - to the best of their abilities when their brains were being warped - he began to join in with the shenanigans. They all passed around the baggie rather excitedly, Ringo couldn't deny he enjoyed the feeling of the powder shooting up his nose.

"You sure you don't want us to pay you for it?" Ringo asked, sniffing a few times more to ensure it had gone down fully.

"Don't be daft." John grinned, his pupils dilated "You can just get the next one."

It was an exchange that often took place between them, despite Ringo never actually buying the next one, but considering the amount of weed he bought for the three of them he figured it just about cancelled out. The three of them filtered out back into the bathroom, getting a few strange looks, as they tried to fix their appearance in the one mirror that was still intact. Paul had insisted that they all put a little bit of effort in with their clothing tonight so they appeared like a mismatched theatrical group, but Ringo thought it was quite a charming impression.

Back onto the dancefloor, Ringo could feel the music a lot more heavier than before. He felt twitchy, but it was easy enough to channel all that energy into dancing. It felt like such a weight off his shoulders to no longer have to be spying around the club for a potential suitor, instead he could just enjoy the company of his friends. At least, that's what he'd intended on doing before Paul pulled Ringo into close to shout into his ear.

"Is that George over there?"

Ringo felt his heart thumping, for a moment he was worried it was going to burst, as he craned his neck in the direction Paul was pointing. There he was, dancing with a friend. It shouldn't have surprised him too much, after all this was the club they'd met outside all those nights ago, but the suddenness of his appearance threw Ringo a little. He'd almost forgotten how attractive he was, wearing a loose fitting crop top and some tight-fitting jeans which accentuated his slim figure. Ringo struggled to pull his eyes away, but eventually managed when Paul spoke once more.

"Why don't you go and say hi?"

John had moved in close by this point, eavesdropping on their words as though they were in fact intended for him.

"No, no, I'm alright." Ringo tried to calm himself, though it wasn't working.

"Ringo, you literally had your dick inside him a couple of days ago but you can't even say hello?" John nudged Ringo forward slightly, but it only made him feel all the more nervous.

"Maybe later, if we see him outside." Ringo moved back into the space he previously occupied very quickly.

"Suit yourself." Paul lost interest quickly.

The three of them continued their usual routine: dancing enthusiastically to every other song that came on, darting to the bar for more drinks and then hurrying into the toilets for more bumps. Every so often they'd knock into someone who'd take offence, or be hounded by people in the bathroom who were desperate for them to hurry up, but none of them paid it too much mind, John would occasionally get physical with them but luckily it never got too far out of hand.

A couple of hours had passed since they'd first stepped foot in the club and Ringo was feeling great, he was full of energy and just hoped the night would never end. It was time for yet another smoke break, all three of them twitching to get their hands on a cigarette as they huddled close together in the cold. It was somewhat reassuring to see that they weren't the only people demonstrably off their faces, a couple of people sat gulping water in the corner with their eyes rolling uncontrollably, while the floor was littered with empty baggies and pools of sick from those who hadn't been so fortunate. Ringo practically inhaled the cigarette, tapping his foot wildly as every breath felt absolutely incredible.

Then he spotted George once again, talking with the same guy leaning against a wall with a cigarette in hand. It didn't take too long for Paul and John to notice what he was looking at, and neither of them seemed to be taking no for an answer.

"But I'm all coked up." Ringo tried to worm his way out "He's gonna think I'm a crackhead."

John laughed "Well it's better he finds that out sooner rather than later."

"Fine." Ringo groaned, finishing his cigarette off and making his way over to George.

What was he even going to say? Just a quick hello would suffice, then he could hurry back to the safety of his friends and focus on making a better impression when they went out for dinner. He could feel Paul and John watching him as he walked, doing nothing to help his nerves. Ringo hoped George would spot him to save him the awkwardness of having to interrupt whatever conversation he was having. The man was leaning into George's ear, whispering something that warranted a laugh. Maybe this was too personal of a moment for Ringo to interrupt, he debated turning around and heading to the bar before he stopped dead in his tracks.

The man had pulled George in for a kiss, a heated one at that. For a second Ringo hoped George would pull away, that the whole thing had been some strange misunderstanding, but he didn't; he only leaned in closer. Ringo couldn't move, he was stood uncomfortably close to them at this point but his body refused to walk away.

"What the fuck..." Ringo let out unintentionally, his brain practically screaming at him.

His presence didn't go unnoticed, George pulled away and turned to see where the words were coming from and his face dropped in an instant. The two of them looked at one another for a painfully long time, the other man quickly grew suspicious and then angry.

"You got a problem?" He asked in a rough voice, his hand still around George's waist. "Because if you d-"

"Shut the fuck up." George silenced him curtly, not breaking his eyes away "Ringo, I can explain."

Ringo tried to think of something to say, anything, but words entirely failed him. He felt tears beginning to form in his eyes, the only positive being that he seemed to have regained control of his legs and soon he was sprinting straight back into the club all the way to the entrance. He felt like throwing up, like screaming, like punching someone, anything to get this horrible feeling out of his body. What a fucking embarrassment, his mind replayed over and over. Behind him he could hear the sound of hurried footsteps, whether it was George or Paul or John, he didn't want to know, he just had to be alone. He kept walking, no destination in mind, just needing to get away.

"Ringo!" George called out, but Ringo didn't falter in his forceful movements "Please stop, let me explain. It wasn't what it looked like."

"Really? It looked pretty fucking crystal clear to me." Ringo spat, barely turning his head to speak.

"Please, just hear me out." George was catching up to him, people on the street were beginning to turn and watch.

Ringo turned a corner into an alley to get away from the prying eyes, the darkness seemed to numb his thoughts a little. He felt George's hand grip onto his shoulder to try and turn him around but Ringo remained firm, his mind and heart both racing.

"Leave me alone, George." Ringo's voice was low, rough "I feel embarrassed enough right now."

George kept his hand on Ringo's shoulder "Just listen, please... That guy, he's- He's been asking me out for so long and I figured if I took him out once it would shut him up. I don't like him Ringo... If I had known you were here tonight I never would've kissed him."

Ringo slowly turned around, glad that the darkness would mask the tears in his eyes "What an honest person you are."

"I'm not gonna pretend like I haven't done anything wrong tonight." George spoke softly, trying to balance out the harshness of Ringo's words.

Ringo sighed, unable to look at George directly "No, no you haven't. You don't owe me shit, it's not like we're going out for anything... I have no right to feel as pissed off as I do right now."

George paused, his hand gripping tighter onto Ringo's shoulder "Then why do you?"

Silence.

Ringo noticed Paul and John had caught up with them, standing just around the corner of the alley so that they weren't too visible. Paul looked completely distraught, having to hold back John who was more than ready to get physical. What an absolute mess.

"I really like you George, like too fucking much. Seeing you with that guy just hit me hard... I've never felt so fucking stupid." Ringo tried to speak quieter, he didn't need his friends to hear this.

George's eyes began to tear up, Ringo could only just about tell "Please don't tell me I've fucked this up."

Ringo scoffed "What is there to fuck up? We haven't even been on a date yet, this whole thing is ridiculous."

"I know but... I felt something from the moment I laid eyes on you Ringo, I'm not losing you this easy." George lowered himself somewhat so that they were on the same level.

"You're just saying that." Ringo dismissed, turning his head away.

George prevented him, gently pressing his fingers on Ringo's jaw so that they were facing one another "No, I mean it. Tonight was so fucking stupid, it didn't mean anything. I want you, Ringo, and only you."

Ringo was speechless, the entire thing felt like a strange nightmare that he was waiting to end.

"Please say something." George's voice wavered, it hurt more than anything else.

"I just don't know..." Ringo huffed "I've heard that same line so many times, yet someone always ends up getting hurt."

"But I'm not like anyone else, you said so yourself." George had a better hold on his voice, but the sadness was still evident.

Words escaped Ringo once more, part of him wanted to give in completely but he couldn't ignore the negative voice in the back of his mind that claimed this whole thing was a lie.

"I've never met anyone like you before, and a part of me knows you feel the same way about me." George was practically pleading "I'll never forgive myself if I lose you over this stupid fuckup."

Ringo looked up at him, entirely defeated, the sadness weighing far too heavily on his brain for it to be able to think of anything appropriate to say. George closed the space between them, pressing a forceful kiss onto Ringo's lips. He could taste the tears that had rolled down George's cheeks, the saltiness a bitter reminder. At first Ringo didn't respond at all, his body hardly felt like its own, then he tried to pull away but George remained adamant. As George relaxed more into the kiss, Ringo found that he was too. As though his body was acting without his knowledge, the familiar press of George's lips against his owns was definitely a comforting one. George held onto Ringo tightly, tears still falling from his eyes as he deepened the kiss slightly.

When Ringo tried to pull away once more, George moved away entirely. A sudden noise erupted from the other end of the alley, John and Paul were cheering obnoxiously loud which sent Ringo laughing. George turned alarmed, probably the last thing he'd been expecting as well as wanting to see in this moment. He let out a groan, looking back to Ringo who was already feeling surprisingly better.

"Fuck, they're gonna hate me now, aren't they?" George chuckled weakly, his voice a little croaky.

"I can't promise that they wont." Ringo felt normalcy returning to his body and mind.

A beat of silence passed between them.

"Please tell me we're still on for Friday." George sounded pained.

Ringo struggled to come out with a committed answer.

"Please." George repeated desperately "I'm really gonna make it up to you."

"Oh yeah?" Ringo asked, his voice lightening up a little.

"Anything you want, you name it." George already sounded relieved to get more of a positive response.

"A few things come to mind." Ringo joked, he was far from feeling normal but he was rapidly getting there "Anyway, I should probably go... John and Paul are gonna want the rundown and I'm in desperate need of a spliff and a bed."

George's face tensed a little, Ringo wondered if he felt left out of the intimacy they'd previously shared but he didn't address it "Alright... Again, I'm so sorry. I can't say it enough."

"You can show me how sorry you are on Friday." Ringo shuffled his feet.

"I intend to." George leaned in for a brief kiss, his hand resting on the small of Ringo's back.

Ringo found it difficult to pull away, as though the horrors he'd previously witnessed had never occurred at all. It was even more difficult to leave George in that dark alley, but he managed to get back to Paul and John without turning back. Paul and John both wrapped their hands around one of Ringo's arms, all three of them walking in a random direction to get some distance from the situation.

"You wanna talk about it?" Paul asked gently.

"Not really." Ringo managed a smile "It's all fine now... Let's just get home."

John was quick to order an Uber back to Ringo's, the three of them saying little as they performed the usual ritual of huddling together under a blanket and watching funny videos. It was just the remedy Ringo needed, although he couldn't deny that he missed the presence of a certain someone.

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Here, There and Everywhere II

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: U

Summary:  You're a regular to The Cavern and you've always loved watching The Beatles play, even if you do have to deal with sweaty crowds, screaming girls and pervy guys. One day under rather unfortunate circumstances, you finally get to meet them which eventually, and oddly, leads to them living with you.

Tags: Domestic fluff, slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Pairings: George Harrison/Reader

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You rooted around in your kitchen cupboard for some brandy, eventually finding an old bottle at the back which was almost full. You put it on the table with five glasses and sat down, Paul and Ringo sat down too but John and George scoped around the kitchen curiously. You poured some brandy into each of the glasses and passed them around the table. Eventually the other two boys sat down and everyone looked pretty comfortable which made you very happy.

"So what do you do for work, if you don't mind me asking." Ringo asked, he was sat nearest to you on your left and had already finished half of his drink.

"I'm a secretary. Not very exciting, I know, but I have to pay the bills somehow." You said, taking a sip of your drink and remembering exactly why you never drank brandy.

"You run the whole house on your own then?" Paul asked, he too was making his way through the drink quickly "Must be pretty lonely."

"Yeah, it can be. It's nice to have the kitchen so full again." You smiled at Paul who beamed back "Where do you guys live?"

There was a silence, each of the boys looked at each other rather awkwardly and you worried you'd asked something completely taboo. You were about to change the subject before George spoke up.

"It's complicated really. We don't really have a permanent residence, so to speak." George explained and the others nodded.

"We live in a cupboard." John said bluntly then laughed to himself once more.

"Don't be dramatic." Paul scolded with a smile "The deal we have with the club isn't great, we basically all share this tiny room between the four of us."

"It's not what you call ideal." Ringo said and your heart sank.

"Especially if you have to share a room with this one." John said as he gave Ringo a light shove "He snores like a bloody air raid siren!"

The mood was immediately lightened by John, something you figured he did quite often, and everyone was laughing and drinking again. The brandy bottle grew emptier and emptier as you all got drunker and drunker, eventually moving into the living room to sit on the sofas; you sat between George and Paul, while John sat in the armchair and Ringo sat on the floor - you tried to get him to swap with you but he insisted. Eventually the clock struck three and the boys all looked at each other, none of them realising what time it was.

"Bloody hell, is that the time?" Paul said as he looked at his watch "We best be getting back, we don't wanna get locked out again."

Quickly the boys got up and began gathering their things, and something in your chest felt heavy as you thought about being left alone in this house for yet another night, you'd feel especially lonely after enjoying the boys' company for so long.

"Wait!" You blurted out, more urgently than you intended, as John began putting on his shoes "Why don't you spend the night here?"

The boys all shared a look and you hated that they all seemed to be able to communicate without words in a way you couldn't understand. They all stood frozen, John still with one foot in the air as he pulled his boot on.

"You sure?" George asked.

"It's not just the brandy talking is it?" Ringo chuckled, he had stopped putting his shoes on.

"Well, maybe it is. It's just- I've got room, and I hate to think I'm sending you all away to go and sleep in a fucking cupboard." You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.

"You were the one that was meant to be thanking us, but I think the situations gone a bit topsy-turvy now." Paul smiled, taking off his coat again and hanging it up "We really don't want to impose."

"You're not, honestly. There's only two double beds so you'll have to share unless you want to sleep on the floor." You explained as you realised you hadn't thought this through as well as you should've.

"And where will you be sleeping?" John asked with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

"On the sofa, it's quite comfy really." You began to think about the state your room was in.

"Well I'm not sharing with Ringo." George said quickly "I've had enough of that racket. You should take the sofa."

Ringo scrunched up his face "Why don't you take the sofa since you're so quick to decide!"

"Cause my nose isn't faulty." George retorted, they both seemed quite serious but you could tell they were joking.

"Fine, I'll be the bigger person." Ringo said, realising the mistake he'd made immediately.

"That'd be a first." John chuckled, standing on his tip toes so that he towered over Ringo even more.

"Me and John can share one bed." Paul said "I don't wanna risk George punching me in his sleep again."

"That was one time, but whatever." George rolled his eyes "You probably deserved it anyway."

"Well if you want to take the bed George I'll sleep on the floor." You started to feel nervous as the reality of these four almost strangers sleeping in your house began to sink in.

"The floor? What do you take me for?" George scoffed "I'm not about to muscle into your bed and kick you onto the floor."

"Muscle?" Paul asked laughing, John and Ringo chuckling quietly as George shot him a playful glare.

"I can't put you on the floor, though." You felt your face getting a little hot; you really didn't want to be sharing a bed with George but you had a feeling he was going to be adamant about you not being on the floor.

"Here's a crazy idea guys." John stepped closer to the two of you "Double means two right? And there's one, two of you. Now I'm not too great at the old mathematics, but I think you might be able to share the bed between you." He put a finger on his chin and looked to the ceiling to feign being deep in thought.

Your face grew even redder at this and you looked at George to see him looking right back at you with a slight blush on his cheeks. John was looking at the both of you now, dramatically turning his head to face either one of you as he waited for a response.

"I mean, I'm fine with it if you are. I really don't mind sleeping on the floor." George finally broke the silence and looked at you with what you thought might be a hopeful look.

"No, no, it's fine. I just didn't know if you'd be fine with it." You tried to remain as composed as possible.

"Great, we can all die happy." Paul said sarcastically "Now let's get to bed, shall we?"

"Oh I've got some pyjamas you guys can wear if you want. They were my Dad's so they'll be quite baggy but if you don't wanna sleep in your clothes, the offer is there." You felt yourself returning to normality. You never got round to sorting through all your parents things, it hadn't been that long since they had passed, and you couldn't ever bring yourself to throwing their stuff out while you still had the space to keep it. Your dad was a pretty big man and only ever wore T-shirts and baggy trousers in his old age so they'd make perfect pyjamas for the boys.

"None for Ringo." John started "He sleeps in the nip." He whispered the final words, covering his mouth obviously and winking.

"Hey! I wasn't about to sleep naked on her bloody sofa now was I?" Ringo smacked John on the shoulder who just laughed.

"I dunno, were you?" George laughed.

"I'll take some pyjamas please." Paul spoke quickly before another silly argument began "We all will, won't we lads?"

They all nodded and made small noises "Alright, I'll go and grab them and sort the beds out. I won't be a minute." You smiled and rushed up the stairs, leaving the boys in the hall.

You didn't come into your parents' old room very often and you didn't need to do much to get it ready for Paul and John. You rooted through your Dad's old clothes and pulled out four loose shirts and trousers, folding two piles neatly on the bed and taking the others back downstairs with you. The boys were all still in the hall with Ringo standing by the living room door, no doubt he was sizing up his sleeping arrangement for the night, they all seemed very relaxed and smiled up at you as you came down the stairs.

"I've left two pairs on the bed in there." You said gesturing to your parents' room "And here's one for you Ringo." You passed him the clothes and he accepted them happily "And for you George." As you passed the clothes to him your hands brushed which sent a shudder down your spine which you managed to suppress.

Ringo held the clothes out in front of him "Blimey, your dad must've been huge." He said more to himself than anyone else.

You laughed "Yeah, he liked his food that's for sure. They're kinda raggedy but I hope they'll do just for sleeping in."

"I'm sure they're fine." Paul smiled "Well we best be heading to bed."

Paul and John started heading up the stairs "G'night all." Paul said while John simply held up his hand as they vanished into the room.

Ringo walked into the living room and you followed him "There's blankets and stuff in that ottomon, so help yourself." You said as Ringo plopped himself down on the sofa.

"Alrighty, thanks a bunch." He smiled widely "You're a real doll. Good night."

"Night." You smiled back and walked into the hall to find George still standing there, fiddling with the clothes you'd handed him. Closing the living room door behind you, you suddenly realised how alone you and George were and how alone you'd be in your room; you weren't entirely sure how comfortable you were with it. George seemed to be feeling the same way and gave you a weak smile when your eyes meet.

"Shall we?" You said, trying to hide your awkwardness as you began heading up the stairs to your room "My room's a bit of a state right now so I'm sorry. It's usually a lot cleaner when-"

"When you invite bands to sleep at your house?" George joked bluntly and you paused for a second before laughing, it was hard to tell sometimes whether he was kidding or not.

"Yes, exactly." You chuckled as you walked into your room, immediately kicking the piles of dirty clothes into the corner and straightening up anything you could. George followed you slowly and looked around your room curiously.

"Nice room." He said simply, not walking in much further from the door as he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself.

You'd taken people home with you before of course, but this wasn't like that. If this was a regular one night stand you'd be far drunker, the lights would be off and soon would both of your clothes without much grace or shame. But this wasn't like that, you weren't even sure what this was. You straightened the bed covers as best you could and looked for a clean pair of pyjamas in your wardrobe. While you did that, George walked a little further into the room and sat down on the bed, something told you he was having the exact same thoughts as you and had no idea what to do or say.

"I really don't mind taking the floor." George said softly and you almost didn't hear him.

You turned around holding some clean pyjamas "Don't be silly George, it's such a tip anyway I don't think there's any space for you." You tried to lighten the mood and you both smiled at each other.

You put the clothes down on the bed while you sorted a few things out in the room, you know George probably didn't care but you couldn't help feeling embarrassed about the mess. George didn't move from the bed, continuing to fiddle with the clothes when you realised he wasn't going to get dressed in front of you.

"I'll just-" George looked up at you quickly and his intense stare stopped you in your tracks "I'll go get changed in the bathroom, I'll be back." You felt awkward again as you left the room in a hurry, heading to the bathroom.

You shut the door behind you and let out a heavy sigh, resting against the sink then turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. Your face was a little red and you couldn't figure out if it was because of the brandy or the embarrassment. What were you doing? Inviting them into your house was one thing, it was understandable, letting them stay the night was another, it was bordering on strange, and sharing a bed with a man you barely knew but had also idolised for a long time was a whole other thing entirely, it was madness. So why don't you just let him sleep on the floor, you asked yourself, and you had to admit to yourself that you wanted to share a bed with him, even if it didn't really mean anything. You let out another deep breath and decided to just carry on with the plan so you started getting out of your clothes. As you undressed you checked yourself out in the mirror as best you could and couldn't help feeling a little self conscious; you began thinking that you didn't have to worry about any of the boys getting the wrong idea because there was no way they could be attracted to you. Deep in thought, you didn't notice the bathroom door opening and an unknowing George poking his head round only to see you standing completely naked in front of him. He shut the door as quickly as possible and startled you, and you covered yourself up even though it was too late.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry." George spoke through the door "You left your clothes on your bed, so I thought I'd bring them to you." You could hear the embarrassment in his voice but you were certain he didn't feel as bad as you did.

"Oh." Was all you managed to say as you moved closer to the door.

"I'll just leave them outside. Again, I'm really sorry." He was silent for a moment but you could tell he was still there "Please don't think I did that on purpose."

You heard his footsteps walking back into your bedroom and when you figured the coast was clear you opened the door slightly and grabbed the clothes as quick as you could. You got dressed quickly too but then stood looking into the mirror again, unsure how easy it was going to be to walk back into that room. Surely George would just go straight to sleep, that was the only solution you could see for what just happened. You gripped onto the edge of the sink tightly and steeled yourself before walking back into your bedroom. To your dismay, George was not asleep, he was lying on top of the cover in the clothes you'd given him just staring off into space. When he noticed you a sad expression spread over his face subtly and you weren't sure what to say. The clothes he was wearing now really accentuated how skinny he was, he looked tiny in the baggy clothes and you were so jealous of his slim figure. You weren't purposefully looking at him like this, and you hadn't thought that George would be able to see you looking at him in such a way.

"Just cause I saw you naked doesn't mean you have to try and imagine me in the nude." George was blunt once again, and this time you really weren't sure whether he was joking or not.

You stayed rooted to the floor by your door "I-I wasn't." You spluttered out.

"Silly me, you must've been admiring the material of these lovely trousers." His tone lightened and you relaxed, taking a few step closer but still not settling on the bed.

"I don't want this to be weird." You said finally, fiddling with a loose strand of hair.

"What's weird? I saved you from a perv at the club, you take me and my mates back to yours for a drink, you invite us to stay the night and I walk in on you completely naked! What's so weird about that?" George raised an eyebrow and you laughed "Do I wish that what just happened never happened? Yes. Do I now have the image of your naked body in my brain? Yes. Am I now conflicted about sharing a bed with you? Maybe. Am I still going to share a bed with you?" He didn't answer his question, and raised an eyebrow as he waited for you to respond.

"Yes?" You answered sheepishly, unsure what the right thing was to say.

"Yes it is then." He chuckled as he jumped under the covers quickly, pulling the covers off so that you could climb in but you still hesitated "Oh, come on. Am I gonna have to strip down to make you feel better?" You paused again, George was so impossible to read sometimes.

You both looked at one another, neither one sure exactly what the vibe in the room was. Surely he was joking, right? But what if he wasn't joking and you were going to miss an opportunity that might never come around again? Even worse, what if he was joking and you made things painfully awkward by assuming he wasn't? The silence was heavy in the room and it felt like it would never end, both of you still looking into each other's eyes until George finally got up.

"Fine! If that's what it'll take to get you to loosen up." George said calmly as he already began taking off his shirt.

"No, no, no, don't be ridiculous." You said but even you didn't believe the words.

"It's no big deal, I have to get naked in front of the lads all the time. All of us crammed into that tiny room, there's no space left for dignity." He winked at you "If I've seen you starkers it's only fair. But I'm warning you, don't fall in love with me when you see me naked because that'd just make things awkward."

You let out an awkward chuckle as you worried you might already be going against George's words. He got undressed quickly, not making a show of it at all as though it really meant nothing to him. He was slim, as you already knew, but he wasn't scrawny by any means, there was the promises of abs on his stomach and his biceps looked strong; his legs were thin and you cursed him for having better legs than you.

"Now, I only saw you for a second, so you only get to see me and him for a second." George said as his thumbs dipped into the waistband of his boxers. You gulped, part of you wanting to laugh at the playfulness of it all and the other part just wanting to melt in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He pulled his boxers down for a few seconds and you wanted to look away, to laugh it all off, but you couldn't. He was pretty big, surprisingly with how slender he was, and before you could even think of something funny to say to break the tension he was already putting his clothes back on.

"Normally I'd charge for that." George chuckled as he slid back into the shirt and into bed, patting the space beside him enthusiastically.

You rushed into bed as you couldn't bear to have him looking at you with those eyes anymore and you figured if you didn't move now you'd be stuck in that spot all night. George laughed as you hurried under the covers and how you held them so high on your chest as if you worried he could see through your clothes.

"Look, if Paul and John can share a bed I'm sure we can manage it. Alright?" His words were jokey but his tone was sweet and something about the way he looked at you now made your heart beat a little faster.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry for being weird, think it was just the shock." You forced yourself to return to normality.

"Shock? I know I'm big but I don't know i-" George stopped when you hit him lightly on the arm and you both laughed together "Jokes aside, thanks a lot for taking us in tonight. I'm getting pretty used to that dingy, old room so it's nice to come back to normality."

"It's no trouble, really. I know I don't really know you guys but watching you play so often, I feel like I do. I'd like to say it's not just because I'm lonely here but I know that's partly to do with it, but spending time with you all has made me feel really happy, so I want that to last a little bit longer." You hadn't meant to take things to a sad place but you wanted to tell the truth, you felt like George wasn't going to judge you for it. When you finished speaking he put his hand onto yours and squeezed it comfortingly, which removed any doubt you had in your mind.

"Maybe I should make a habit of rescuing pretty girls." George let go off your hand but your face only got redder with this comment, you usually weren't so awkward with men but you'd never been in a situation like this before.

"Pretty, you say?" You raised an eyebrow jokingly.

"I do say." George chuckled, turning his body to face you "Do my words offend you, madam?"

"I suppose not." You relaxed more into the bed "I'd prefer beautiful or gorgeous, but I'll take it."

"I'm afraid I can't brand you gorgeous until I see you naked for at least 7 seconds, I'm afraid you clocked in at about 6.25." His smile widened and you could clearly see his sharp canines poking through, you'd never really noticed them before.

"Counting, were you?"

"I take my naked women very seriously."

"Really? Not from behind?" George was a little stunned by your blunt joke and his face was shocked for a second but his grin soon returned, and you began to realise how much you liked the look of his sharp teeth.

"Depends if they ask nicely or not."

"Nicely? I thought your name was George." You laughed at your own joke, knowing how stupid it was but you just couldn't resist.

"And I thought you had a sense of humour." George retorted, settling more into his position in the bed.

When you both finished laughing you just looked at one another for a few seconds, even though the atmosphere was definitely more relaxed it was still pretty elusive. It really could go either way, you felt, and you just wish you knew what was going on in George's head.

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