A/N This is basically McLennon post-Beatles, set in about 1975 when John was married to Yoko. Let's just imagine that Paul married Linda and then divorced her, and John didn't have Sean. The part that's all in italic letters, it's Paul's flashback.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story and this obviously never happened

It was a rainy day of 1975 where John Lennon was at his old friend Paul McCartney's flat in New York City. Paul actually lived in London, but he had bought a little flat in that city for the cases in which he needed to be in The United States. A lot of things had happened since The Beatles' separated. In 1969, John was completely sure Yoko Ono was the love of his life, the woman he wanted to spend with the rest of his years, his biggest inspiration and reason of breathing. Now he wasn't so sure anymore. If he really loved his wife that much, then why he had been seeing Paul secretly, and cheating on her with his best friend? He knows he cheated Cynthia a lot of times, but he never truly loved her at the point that he didn't care all the time he cheated. Of course, he always felt a little guilty afterwards, because Cyn didn't deserve that.

With Yoko everything was different; it seemed that nothing or no one else cared to Lennon, only the Asian older bird that won the musician's heart. Because of her, he broke promises he had with the band, like the fact that she attended every single recording session, and the rest of the Beatles hated that. They were annoyed by the fact that any other girl or person that wasn't Brian Epstein, George Martin, or someone helping with the recording or production had never been allowed to be there with them; it was a strict rule that John Lennon broke. Sometimes, when the Beatles needed to be together for something, John called from New York City saying that he couldn't go; the reason was always her. John Winston Lennon was tired of The Beatles. He wanted a solo career with Ono. She didn't really know much about music, and her singing voice wasn't talented at all. But the love the ex-Beatle had for her made him blind. Had he changed his mind? Did his feelings about her ended?

Right now, he was kissing Paul eagerly in the living room's sofa, and the last thing he could have in his thoughts was her. He was enjoying the taste of his best friend's lips, when suddenly, the younger man separated and stopped John's kiss. "I can't do this anymore, John."

"What?"

"Can't you see? You're cheating your wife with me just like you cheated Cynthia with her. It's not fair. I don't like her at all, but I can't keep doing this."

"Calm down, Paulie." John attempted to keep kissing him, but Paul pushed him away very upsetly.

"Do you think this is a game?"

John confusedly asked, "What do you mean?"

"Seems like you don't give a damn about anything; you never did. You quit the band almost saying you hated me and didn't want to see me again, abandoned everything to be with her and now you don't care!"

"What if I changed my mind about her?"

"Just like you changed your mind about The Beatles? First you were the most enthusiastic, the one who started all, and then you hated being a Beatle. When you love something for a while, you always end up not caring and then hating it."

"I'm just…"

"You're just what? You always act without thinking. You're 35 years old. We're not those teenagers from Liverpool anymore."

"I'm just stupid, all right?"

"We shouldn't see each other anymore. Go home to invent another lie to your wife about what you were doing and then fuck her. Just go away."

John sighed, "But I love you…"

"I know you always have. You just don't care."

"That's something stupid to say. It's impossible to love without caring."

"I don't know. Maybe you just don't care about anything. Now go."

"Is that what you want? Fine." John buttoned his shirt and put on his shoes again as he left the flat with anger.

When Paul McCartney was left alone in the living room a thick tear rolled down his cheek. He felt awful. Why did he keep along with being romantically involved with his married ex-band mate? It all happened so fast. It began when John was drunk and appeared in Paul's flat, some months ago.

Paul's P.O.V. Three months ago.

I was reading in the living room, it was late night and I couldn't sleep. I was trying to concentrate as much as possible to Stevenson's 'Strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde', when I heard someone opening fiercely the door. I got up really nervous and started walking slowly. To my surprise, I saw my good friend John Lennon standing tipsy there.

"What am I doing here?" he asked moving his eyes observing my house in all directions.

I shrugged, "I'm wondering the same."

"I was drinking, then I decided to go home… and I appeared… here?"

"You're too drunk, John. Where's Yoko?"

"At home, I think."

"You think?"

"Agh, we were fighting and I just took the bloody keys and headed to a bar to drink."

"There are things about yourself that'll never change, huh? Always drinking when you're upset or mad… And speaking of keys, how the hell did you enter my building?"

"I made a key of this place a while ago."

"When? I don't remember."

He laughed jokingly, "I'm a stalker, y'know…"

"What?"

John rolled his eyes, "Nevermind."

"Want me to drive you home?"

"No, Yoko's going to get really upset if she sees me drunk."

"I think she's already angry enough because you left the house."

"I'll just make it up to her with some hot sex."

I just rolled my eyes.

"So, I'm going to sleep here," said John affirming, more than asking.

"You can have the couch."

"No thanks, I prefer the bed."

"I can't sleep well in the couch; I need my bed, John."

"I can't sleep well in the couch, either."

I made my point, "You can fucking sleep well everywhere."

He grinned, "Then we'll both have the bed."

"Why can't you just sleep in the bloody couch?"

"Oh c'mon! We always shared bed while touring, and when you had nightmares when we were little…"

"Well ok, but if you start moving too much, I'll kick you out."

"You won't."

"You should get some sleep now; you'll have a big hangover tomorrow."

"Aren't you going too?"

"I think I'm going to keep reading in the living room."

"Accompany me." He requested.

"Fine,"

We both lay in my bed like we used to before, and John just commented, "It's comfy"

"Thanks, I guess."

He yawned and covered himself with the blanket. "So, how's life?"

"I'm composing songs for my new album."

"More silly love songs?"

"At least I'm doing something."

"And you think I'm doing nothing?"

"Just shut up and sleep."

"Do you miss me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Us… I mean, y'know… being as close as we were before, and stuff…"

"Do you?"

He confessed, "Kind of."

"Me too… Haven't really talked much recently."

"We should keep in touch."

We kept talking about silly things of life, when he leaned closer and rested his head in my chest, feeling my heart pumping. "Remember when we used to fall asleep like this?"

I smiled at the memories, "How can I ever forget?"

"What happened to us?" asked the older man snuggling closer to me.

"I'm sure you know exactly what happened. Don't want to get into details or we'll end up fighting."

He didn't reply that, just closed his eyes and whispered, "I love you."

"I know you do."

He kissed my forehead gently and fell asleep in my arms while I caressed his long auburn hair. We hadn't had a moment like this since too much time, and we both really missed being like this: two best friends sharing golden moments in life.

The next morning when I woke up, he wasn't by my side anymore. He had gone; but left a little note on top of my nightstand… just like he did in the old times when he woke up early and had to leave.

Thank you for everything, Macca. See you again soon?

And that's how it all began… Or re-started… We kept seeing each other frequently, and before I knew, I found myself kissing John Lennon's lips with eager. What was happening? John had officially become for the second time my secret lover.

When John Lennon arrived to his house, he was upset for what he heard from Paul's mouth; but he knew James Paul McCartney had all the rights to say every word he spoke. He was tired and wanted to just lie in bed to fall asleep; maybe that way he would wake up with his mind clear. John opened the door of the building, took the elevator and finally got in his apartment, were his wife was watching TV in the living room. When she heard the footsteps from his husband, she quickly minimized the volume from the television, and calmly said, "You're finally home."

"That's right, darling."

She quickly asked, "Where have you been?"

"I told ya I was visiting McCartney 'cause he's staying in New York for a few days."

"You always find a different excuse to go out without me. Is something wrong, John?"

"Not at all, hon…"

She smiled and offered, "Want to cuddle and watch the telly together? It's been a long time since we don't do that."

"I'm very tired, I really want to sleep."

"Oh, it's ok, then."

John kissed Yoko's cheek and made his way to their bedroom. His brain needed to shut down for a little, but something didn't allow him to fall asleep. He had so much to think about, and so many decisions to make. He felt like he was hurting a lot of people; and he was, indeed.

Paul didn't deserve any of it; and neither Yoko. He was trapped, he needed to find an escape to solve all his problems, but what would be the best decision?

Ending his thing with Paul and staying with Yoko without cheating was the most reasonable thing he could do; but was he really willing to do that?