'God they look like a couple of queers. Look at them, all cuddled up.' Paul heard a voice mumbling as he awoke. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. His movement caused John to wake up, who squeezed Paul's waist gently.
'What are you two doing?' a different voice asked. Ringo, they recognised instantly. They both turned their heads, noticing their two fellow band members were stood, looking at them.
'Um. We got lonely without our birds, and cold. So, we cuddled.' John explained.
'Yeah.' Paul grunted, backing up John's lie.
'You cuddled?' George asked. 'That is so fucking queer! Now come on ladies, we've gotta get the flight back to London in a few hours.' George shuddered. 'Or we could all cuddle for a little while?' He hoped.
'Georgie when are you going to get over your fear of flying? We've been on so many planes I've lost count. And I like to count!' Ringo explained. He looked over at John and Paul, and the pile of clothes on the floor. 'Are you naked?' John lifted the duvet and looked down.
'Ha, would you look at that. We're naked Paul.' He laughed softly to himself. 'Nice arse mate.'
'You would know John wouldn't you?' Paul laughed, pretending he was joking. John caught on the joke and squeezed Paul's arse cheek with his hand, discreetly. Paul took a sharp breath.
'Okay. This is too weird. Get up now lads.' Ringo complained. He sat on the bed which John should have slept on last night, looking at the lyric sheets with John's unreadable scrawl covering them. 'Get anything done last night?' Ringo asked.
'No, not really. Got blocked. You guys got anything?' John asked, sitting up and taking a cigarette from the pack on the bedside cabinet.
'Oi! They're mine!' Ringo shouted. 'You've been stealing from me Lennon. Go careful or I'll give you another one of those on your nose' Ringo signalled to the nose which had bruised quite badly over night.
'Oh shit! I forgot about that!' John jumped up, not caring he was still naked, and ran to the mirror. His nose was blue and purple, and definately very broken. 'Shit Ritchie! I look like I've had a fight with a rugby player not a 2 foot hobbit!'
'Ay! You asked me to try, so I did. I went easy on you and everything. By the way, my hand's great thanks for asking.' Ringo said, looking at his very bruised knuckles.
'John just be glad we finished Help yesterday, you wont need to wear 2 feet of make-up to cover it up.' George explained, always looking for the brighter side in life.
'Shut up George. That doesn't help me at all. How the fuck am I going to explain this to Cynthia?' John worried, spinning around quickly. Paul couldn't look at anything but his crotch area, and wa getting increasingly turned on. John noticed his awkwardness, and pulled on a robe. Paul smiled and nodded discreetly.
'Just don't worry. She'll be wanting you inside her so much she won't even notice!' Ringo joked. Paul looked at the back of Ringo's head in scorn. John noticed, and smiled.
'Well, I'm going to get dressed and packed and stuff. See you soon ladies.' John shouted, walking into the bathroom. Paul leant over the edge of his bed, and picked up some pants. He hoped they were John's in a creepy way. He began picking up all the littered clothes and throwing them in a bag, after putting on the pants he'd found. He filled his bag with clothes that could have or have not been his. George and Ringo left to go back to their own room, so it was just him and John. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom, meaning John was naked, cleansing his body, all soapy and slidy.
No. Stop. It only happened because you were tired. He hasn't shown any interest you this morning.
He wandered towards the bathroom door, and could hear John singing softly in the shower, his beautiful voice echoing off the neatly tiled walls. He tried the handle, which surprisingly John hadn't locked. He opened it slowly, and slid through the gap. Locking it firmly behind him, he walked over to the shower, and pulled the curtain back quickly. John jumped and span round.
'Jesus Paulie, you're gonna give me a heart attack one day I swear. What's up?' John asked, looking worried. Paul didn't know what to say, so threw himself at John kissing his lips hard, but soft and tenderly at the same time. John wrapped his arms around Paul, bringing him under the water with him. The water splashed on their skin, Paul's pants getting soaked through. John bent down and pulled them off for Paul, throwing them across the bathroom floor.
'Oh Johnny. This is so wrong.' Paul stopped, pressing his forehead against John's, so their lips were just apart.
'Then why does it feel so right?' John asked, before resuming the kiss, with lots more care and passion than before. He needed to be with Paul one more time before they returned to England. He needed to feel how he did the night before. Paul moaned softly, grinding his hips in time with John's. John was wrong, this didn't feel right- it felt perfect. This was how it was always meant to feel.
'We really don't have time Paul... we only have a couple of hours to pack and get to the airport...' John said, between kisses.
'I know. But there is other stuff we can do in a short period of time' John smiled and chuckled at Paul's idea, before pushing Paul against the tiles, using his whole body to bind him against the wall. John kissed him passionately, his hands creeping downwards. Paul gasped, still shocked at what they were doing. He didn't want to stop though. They spent about half an hour in the shower, a mixture of kissing and sucking off, until they had both climaxed strongly. John shut off the shower, and stepped out.
'Jesus Paulie you sure know how to suck dick. You sure you've never done it before?' John joked, as he always did.
'You cheeky bastard! Of course I haven't!' Paul said, shaking his pants semi-dry.
'Jesus Paul I didn't notice- you're wearing my dirty pants!' John laughed.
'And? I thought they were mine to be fair.' Paul explained. John pulled on his farmiliar robe and left the bathroom. George and Ringo were stretched out on both beds, chatting. They looked up to notice Paul and John both had soaking wet hair.
'Did you, shower, together?' Ringo asked.
'No! You're the queer one remember buddy?' John asked.
'You've both been in the shower though.' George observed.
'Yeah, he was washing while I was shaving, then I jumped in after him.' Paul explained. He realised he still had a bit of stubble, making it clear he hadn't shaved but hoped that they wouldn't notice. They didn't. He pulled on some trousers and a shirt, chucking a similar pair at John, who dressed quickly.
'Well, come on lads, we've got a plane to catch.' John smiled.
'Great. More flying.' George moaned as they left the hotel room, carrying their guitars on their backs.
