*boy's bathroom
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They were in the *boy's room. George locked the stall door and pulled Ringo to his lap. They kissed messily, though it was mostly George's fault.

Ringo shuddered when he felt his hands travel up under his shirt.

"Geo wait... G-Geo..." His breathe hitched when he felt him nibble on his neck. "Geo wait!"

He growled. "What?" George's expression softened when he lifted his face. "Ringo..."

"W-We shouldn't be doing this..." He mumbled, cheeks turning red. "I-I... M-Maxwell what if he---"

George silenced him with his lips. Ringo moaned softly, eyes fluttering close as he felt George's lips on his.

"Georgie..."

"We'll be fine, okay?" George took a hold of his left hand and kissed each knuckle. "Nobody's gonna find out. Trust me."

Ringo nodded, heart pounding on his chest as George placed more-than-friendly kisses on his knuckles. George felt good. Trust meant a great big deal to him.

"O-Okay." Ringo said, biting his lip. "Do we really have to do it in the bathroom?"

"What's wrong with the bathroom? It brings back memories." He grinned before kissing his cheek. "I'm jus' kidding you, Ritchie."

Ringo gave him a smile, craning his neck a little as George placed kisses across his skin.

"Remember, no hickeys."

George nodded.

"Right," He murmured, lips brushing against his pale, unmarred skin. "No hickeys."

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