He felt him shiver when his cold hands cupped his cheeks. And his heartbeat, oh, so quick. George could hear it thumping against his chest. Ringo's heart was practically pounding out of his chest.

Ringo's lips were warm and soft against his cold, dead, chapped lips. He licked his bottom lip. He smirked when he heard him gasp and entered his mouth, his hot, wet mouth.

"Georgie---"

He silenced him with another kiss. Ringo ran his fingers through his hair and tugged, making him groan.

He broke the kiss. His lips tingled. Fuck, he wanted more. "Ringo---"

Ringo lifted his head and crashed their lips together again. George moaned helplessly against his mouth. It was heaven. Pure fucking bliss.

George never wanted this to end.