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“Let me stay with you”. That’s how it all started...John Lennon was a man, and he should act as one, or that was what his aunt said anyway, and that’s why he accepted the marriage arrangement that she had made. Her name was Cynthia and to be honest, she was a beautiful girl, so much so that John wished he could love her... “I can’t love her” that was the thought that came to his mind, alongside a couple of brown eyes, green when the sun touched them at the right time. Some time ago those eyes weren’t the first image that came to his mind when thinking of something beautiful, now they were the word’s definition.Paul McCartney was no longer a boy, or that’s what he thought, and as a man he should be the one supporting the family. His father wasn’t getting any younger and money still didn’t grow on trees, so that’s why he started searching for a job... Even if he needed to leave Liverpool for good; what hurt more about that was that he would need to leave a certain boy with roman nose and hair that in the light, burned like fire. He didn’t want to leave.-Christmas's Eve was near and as always, the McCartney clan made an event out of it, this time the family reunion was set to take place at Jim McCartney’s house. Paul was expected to bring a guest and usually he would ask George but this time he had to go to his cousin’s house, so Paul made other plans. On the morning of the 23rd during breakfast he decided to share his thoughts.Paul woke up early, did the laundry, got the newspaper for Jim and even made breakfast (anything to achieve his goal, he decided). It appeared that Jim was pleased, and because of that Paul was glad. When Jim ate his third pancake Paul decided to drop the bomb.— Dad, about my guest for the party...—What is it? George can’t make it? —Jim, who was reading the newspaper, asked without much interest.—No, he can't. He will be at his aunt’s. So, I was wondering if I could invite someone else... —At that Jim finally put the newspaper down, turning to see Paul with a sour look. —He won’t do anything bad! I’ll keep a watch on him; besides, he can behave like any other person when he wants to, I swear! I’ve seen him doing it for his aunt.—What will you do if something happens Paul? How can I trust him? —Jim said with a stern voice.—You’ll have to trust me —At this Jim gives a sigh.—Very well, but I’ll let you know that you’ll be grounded if he does anything.— Sure! Thanks dad — Paul said with a smile, feeling a weight off his shoulders after all that time. Jim just nodded and kept on with his reading while Paul rushed to the phone, dialed the number and waited a couple of seconds before John’s voice answered.-All night Paul kept opening the door to all his relatives, greeting them and making small talk, telling them how much they had changed or stayed the same. A pleasant evening with something still missing, or one might say, someone. Then came a knock, difficult to be heard by anyone but Paul, who was still waiting for his friend, so he said to his aunt that he had to open the door, being a good host saying a polite see you later.When he opened the door the sight that greeted him is John’s back, when he was about to invite him to come on in John turned around, he was wearing his glasses. Paul was speechless, he always liked John’s look, the toughest teddy boy with the leather pants hugging his thighs and the curly hair dressing his face, but this, this wso John wearing his glasses and a sweater, wearing good trousers. It made him look clean, but strangely enough, it made Paul feel warm inside. Since he hadn’t said a word John got nervous, feeling self-conscious.—What’s the matter with you? Cat got your tongue?
Paul wasn’t aware that he hadn’t said anything, he cleared his throat.— No, sorry. It’s just, you look...No—What? Like an idiot? I know, Mimi wouldn't have let me come if I hadn't dressed like this.—No! No... You look... soft. I like it — As Paul said this, he felt his face getting hotter. John just stares at him.—Whatever, I skipped Cynthia’s party for this, better make it worth it. — He said that as he walked past Paul, letting himself in. What Paul didn’t see is the blush that covered John’s face, he simply went after him, smiling without noticing it.-First Paul introduced John to all his relatives, saying his name and surprisingly enough, John was kind to every one of them, answering questions and politely asking some as well. Paul felt proud, the warm feeling came back and stayed for a while until Jim asked him to help with the dinner, so he left John alone for a moment.In the kitchen with his aunts, he was carrying the heavy stuff that the ladies couldn't handle, multiple pans and bags of flour. Since when did they have so many things in the kitchen?— Paul, dear. Could you take the china plates to the table?—Sure.Paul got on the little stairs and opened the drawer, pulling out the twelve plates into one single pile. Heavier than he expected he went down slowly one step, the other he miscalculated it, missing the floor and almost falling when he felt a pair of hands on his back.—Careful there son, haven’t they told you to take your time to do things, right?—Jesus John. Stop talking a do something useful. Help with the plates. —It seemed to Paul that Johns hands stayed on his back longer than necessary... He liked it.—That’s how you thank your hero? A kiss would be better — John says without thinking, helping Paul with half of the plates. When they heard the ladies laughing behind them, they thought twice about those words, turning their cheeks a soft red. They smiled to the group of women and left the kitchen, finally getting ready for dinner.They sat next to each other; Jim looked at them but didn’t say anything. The food arrived and with joy, everyone digged in; complimenting each other and having a good time. When they were done some of the people went to sit in the living room, John and Paul lingered at the table with a full stomach.Paul had his eyes closed enjoying the sleepy feeling. A record played in the background, probably Jim’s choice, but Paul knew the words. Moving his lips at the right times John looked at his mouth, wishing to be closer, to be... Before he finished that thought Paul broke the silence.—Like what you see? ——He said with a smile, still with his eyes closed.— Shut up — John turned around, embarrassed.—Hey, let's go outside.—Why? So you can finally get rid of me?—No, you idiot, I want to show you something— He stood up, and of course, John followed.Outside was cold, they should have taken their coats. They were face to face, the light of the house coming out of the windows made their eyes shine. Paul pulled a little box out of his pocket; he extended his hand so John could take it. In silence he looked at his eyes.— God, I didn’t know that you would give me something. I might have prepared a gift as well.— No, don't worry, It's just a little thing. — Finally, John took the little box and opened it, inside there was a jar of grease.—For your hair... — Paul said.John took it and put it in his pocket; he didn’t say anything, really, it's just a little something but it made him so happy. He started to see a little bit of worry in Paul eyes, he didn’t like that, he doesn't want that. He wanted to stop the worry so without any thought in mind he got closer, looked at his lips and so fast that not even a second goes by, he gived Paul a chaste kiss.Paul just looked at him, the worry had been replaced by surprise, John was so nervous that he couldn’t say anything, waiting for a response from the other boy, when it seemed that nothing would come out of his mouth, he spoke.—Let me stay with you — John said, finally. He was at first nervous about his words, now he was considering running away since the other boy didn’t say anything.Finally, Paul spoke.— Let’s go to my dad’s car.—...What?— We should stay there; it will be the only place where we can be alone... —While he said that Paul took John’s hand, walking them to the car’s back door and then, opening it. Paul got in first, so he sat at the far end of the seat, John followed and closed the door.—So... What no —John didn't get to finish; Paul was on him before the words could end. At first John didn't reciprocate it but when he realized what was happening, he melted into the other.A fierce kiss, cold lips because of the cold weather were getting hotter and hotter with the heat of each other tongues. Paul was moving so he could be lying flat on the seat, getting under John; for a moment, he parted from the other.— Is this all right? —Paul asked, short of breath.—Now you ask?? Fuck, of course it’s all right! —At that Paul laughed and John decided to kiss the laughter out of him.He covered Paul with his body, the weight settling him down. Both boys couldn’t believe what was happening, a surreal experience right there, the sweetest of dreams come true.—Open more your legs so I can get between them — Paul does as he said, now he can feel how hard both were.John started moving, oh so slowly, creating a wonderful friction with their bodies, little moans were coming out of their mouths, each of them breathing the sounds of the other.Paul started arching his back, this allowed John to cup Paul’s ass, letting him move more easily. A whine came out of Paul.—I need more. Use the grease — Paul whined.John stoped what he was doing to ask —So... you had this in mind the whole time?—What? No!... I just... Want to do this with you. I want... you. Don’t you want me too?—Of course, I want you so much that I really can’t believe that this is happening. Honestly, I’m waiting to wake up, everything seems like a dream.—Well, dreams come true.—What a soppy guy you are.They laughed, enjoying the moment and themselves. Finally, when they met eyes again, they smiled and sealed their happiness with a kiss. John took out the grease, opened it and put some of it in his fingers, moving his hand, stroked Paul and used the excess liquid, moving his hand more and more down.He started with one finger, moving in and out, a little faster with each moment; when he curved his finger, he could feel something different and according to the sounds that Paul was making, it felt good. Eventually he added another finger, then another, and when he was working with three, moving them slowly, Paul had tears in his eyes and saliva coming out of his mouth, trying not to come just yet. The car’s windows were covered with fog because of the heat of their bodies, leaving traces of what they were doing.John felt that he had never seen something more beautiful. He kissed Paul’s cheek, sweetly and lovingly; this tender action prepared them for what was coming. John being achingly hard, finally aligns himself with Paul’s entrance, when the tip got in Paul moaned louder.Fearing that someone would hear them, John sealed his beloved one’s lips with his own. He swallowed Paul and his pleasure when he got all his dick inside.John started moving, at first at a small pace, making Paul’s ache even more intense. Now both were moaning, breathing each other’s cries. The car seemed to be moving but neither of them could care about that with the pleasure they were feeling. Every time John moved Paul woul feel it with all his body. When his thrusts became faster and faster John would touch Paul at that spot that made him tremble. Rushing to reach his orgasm John reached to take Paul in hand, stroking him at the same pace that his movements.— John! God... I’m close.— Me too — As he said this his thrust became rougher, with every movement of his hips both felt in heaven.Finally, they gave in and succumbed to the sensation, coming at the same time. Then, there was silence, only their rushed breathing could be heard; they were hugging until Paul spoke.—I need to leave; the night is almost over. My dad will wonder where I am.— I hate that, I hate the night that came too early.— What do you mean?— I could forgive the night for coming if I were sure that you’ll stay for the next one. — His eyes didn’t' stop looking into Paul's.— I want you too, I really do, but... I need to get home — He said almost whispering because if he said it louder tears would dress his plea.— You are my home, aren’t I yours?—Please don’t do that, please don’t test me. You know that only you can make me happy, only you can please my heart from day to day — He says while the tears finally came down.— Smile for me, I love your smile. — John said, searching for Paul’s hand, when he founded it, the other one took it instantly, firmly.Paul did smile but the tears broke the intention, even if that was the case John got closer and kissed the tears away.Paul was about to open the door when someone else did it for him, it was Jim.Jim took Paul by the collar of his shirt, with too much force.—I knew it! I knew I would find you with him!—Dad! Please, let me explain!—There’s nothing to explain, I’ll send you away so you can never be the victim of this cursed boy!—Dad, that’s not what happened! It was my choice; my choice is to be with him. — But Jim doesn’t seem to hear him, instead he finally looked at John and spoke.—If you ever see my son again, I’ll call the police and they will lock you away. You deserve it, but I’ll allow you to leave, I feel sorry for your aunt and your dead mother.— As he said this Jim closed the door, leaving John alone.-John opened the door, trying to be silent. It was 2 in the morning so he tried to go to his room as quickly as possible. When he got there, he couldn’t sleep, remembering all what happened that night.—Fuck... —He says as he covered his eyes with his arm, tears began to fall on his cheeks.-One step following the other brought John to the living room, he was about to leave when a voice came from the kitchen.—Good morning, John — He sighed but turned his direction to the room where Mimi was.—Good morning, Mimi.—How was the party?—I don’t want to talk about it. — John said as he searched for a cup for his tea. A moment goes by until Mimi spoke again.—That little friend of yours has a peculiar scent, don’t you think?—Really? Haven’t noticed... — John kept purring water on his teacup, trying to not react.—Yes, really. Very peculiar, almost like lavender... I always notice when he arrives or when he came by because of it… It stays for a while on you. — She said with the same voice, like there was no meaning behind her words. He knew that she knew.John felt a cold weight on his shoulders, thinking about what to say, he wasn’t prepared for Mimi’s words.— After all these years I see you as my child, at least I love you as one. So, I would like to know, would you trust me like you would trust your mother?John didn’t say anything, he simply allowed the tears to fall and reached to hug Mimi.—I believe it is time to have a chat with Jim McCartney— She said as she stroked John’s hair, hugging him back.-The phone rang and Paul rushed to take the call without Jim noticing.—John?
— Paul! I’ll make sure you stay with me.— What?!, my dad will kill you! Why would you do that??— Because I’ll miss you every single day, because I know that there’s a chance that you want this too, ‘cause you are the air that I breathe and I fear that if you leave, I’ll choke with the word around me...—My dad already bought my ticket; he’ll take me to the station tomorrow morning, I’m so sorry John, I’m really am.— I’m coming over with Mimi—Wait what?? What do you mean you are coming over?? With Mimi? What the hell John, you didn't hear me? ——I did! That’s why I’m going to see you, to stop Jim, to stop you from leaving — John takes a pause and what he says next it’s almost a whisper — to stop you from leaving me...—John! You can’t jus — He doesn’t get to finish.—Don’t care! See you soon — He hanged up.Paul looked at the wall trying to process what just happened, he really didn’t get it but that’s how it was with John, really. Involuntarily he had a smile on his face and strangely enough, hope in his eyes.Mike, who heard everything, looked at him from the sofa with an unamused expression.-A knock on the door, Jim opened it to be greeted by Mimi.—Miss Smith! Oh, I believed you would come by. I expect an apology.— As a matter of fact, Mister McCartney, I expect the same for you. —At this John made himself present, greeting with a smile the man in front of him.The pleasant look on Jims's face instantly vanished, leaving him with an angry face.Mimi didn’t look amused, keeping a calm face she said — As John tells me, Paul already said it, it was his choice to be with John. So, I believe that he is as responsible as John. — At this point Jim didn’t had anything to say, realizing what she meant by that.A voice came from the inside of the house.—Miss Smith is right dad; it was my choice. —Jim wouldn’t look at his son, he seemed to be losing his temper.— He will not see that boy again! — The man screamed.—Unlike you Mr. McCartney, I wish for the happiness of my boy. I know that their life hasn't been the easiest for either of them so if I see that they find happiness within each other, I'll gladly allow them to have it. If you can’t accept your son, I’ll allow him to come to my house, until he and John find a place of their own.—Dad... I want this, if I can't have it, I prefer to go to jail with John. —Paul said, hoping for the best. — Jim didn't say anything, he just looked defeated. Paul sighed and with a fierce look, took the suitcase to the foot of the stairs that he had prepared before, without looking back, he went out and going to John’s side. The three of them went their way.-ONE YEAR LATER—Jonh, did you finish the soup?—Once again Paul, yes. I don't get why you are nervous. It's only Mike and Mimi coming by. —As he says this John hugs Paul from behind, leaving little kisses on his neck. Then a knock on the door, John rushes to open and what he saw left him speechless.—Who is it John? —John doesn't answer so Paul goes to the door as well. There he sees the reason of John-s silence. There at their front entrance is Mike with Jim by his side... the older man has a pair of presents on his hands and a smile on his face.