It's been two weeks.

14 days.

14 days of not cutting. Not even once.

It was good progress until---

"I can't take it!" Ringo yelled. His nails dug into his skin, leaving red-pink scratches across his pale skin. "I need... I need..."

The itch washed him away like a tremendous wave, leaving him to suffer in the great sea, drowning and coughing up sea water. He couldn't breathe and he scratched at his arms helplessly.

George gently but firmly took his hands away and held it in his. He kissed the knuckles and looked at him seriously.

"It's going to be fine, Ritch." He insisted, placing a kiss on a fingertip. "I'm here if you need anything, okay?"

"I need a blade," Ringo mumbled weakly. "I can't stop thinking about it and when I do it's... It h-hurts..."

George kissed the top of his head. He felt a little better.

"It'll hurt even more if you cut yourself,"

He sighed deflatedly. "I know."

"I'll gladly take your mind off things." He purred before kissing him deeply on the lips.

"I'd like that very much George---"

The bed squeaked when Ringo dropped into the bed with George on top of him, pressing their lips together. He entangled his fingers in his messy moptop. George sat on top of him, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. A wolfish grin formed in George's lips. He gripped Ringo's wrists and held it above his head. He licked and nibbled on the side of his neck. A soft moan escaped the other's lips when their crotches grinded against each other's.

His nails dug into back George's shirt. He felt his palm against his dick and gave it a squeeze. A whine escaped the drummer's lips. George growled back in reply. His toes curled as George's hand rubbed against his crotch.

His face was flushed. "I-I'm close---" He was cut off by the guitarist's lips back on his. He gasped out, leaving a trail of saliva between them. He uttered a high-pitch whimper when he felt his hand tighten on his crotch. George felt himself harden in his briefs. Ringo took his spare hand and licked and sucked on the fingers. He bobbed his head on them, rubbing his tongue on the tips of the middle and pointer finger.

"I swear to you, Richard Starkey," His chocolate brown eyes darkened to a hue almost black. "I will make love to you so much until you can't even walk. I fill fucking drill your arsehole and make you beg underneath me. I make you scream so much you can't remember your name anymore---"

The couple turned to the door when someone finally knocked. Ringo removed the fingers from his mouth with a pop and licked his lips with a small smirk.

"Guess we gotta answer that," He gave him a quick peck on the lips and got off the bed.

George glared at the door. "Bloody git." He stood up and swung it open. "If you don't mind, John, we're a bit busy."

"Yeah, we could hear it from downstairs." John shot back. He grinned at the glare he received from the younger. "Eppy wants us all in a suit and all neat in two hours. He's meeting us at a restaurant somewhere. Probably for a album release yadda yadda."

"I get to shower first!" Ringo called from the bathroom.

"How're you and Paul holding up with this new "queer" thing?" George asked, making connotations with his fingers. "Have you... you know?"

John shooked his head. "Not all the way, yet. He hasn't made a move yet and I don't want to rush things. I want him to be ready for this kind of thing."

"Aww isn't that sweet?" George laughed. John rolled his eyes.

"And when you and Ritchie do it, better use a lot of lube. I heard it stings like hell if you don't prep him." John winced. "Like it hurts as fuck. Use your fingers."

"Oh I'll do use more than just my fingers." He said, grinning.

"I heard that!" Ringo called from the bathroom.

"Well then," John said. "We gotta get ready."

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"Hello boys," Brian greeted from his seat. The four of them greeted back and sat down in their private table.

"I heard some people in the hotel complaining about noise in your room, Paul," Eppy scolded. "What did I tell you boys about bringing girls to your rooms?"

John instantly turned red. Ringo stifled a laugh and George gave Paul a look.

Paul began to blush. "I-I... U-Uhm... I didn't bring a girl..." His eyes shifted from John to Eppy nervously. "I'm queer, Eppy." He announced. And the room turned dead silent.

"Oh." He raised his eyebrows. "Well then that's---"

"With John."

"Oh." Eppy blinked. Then slowly, realization creeped up on him. "Oh."

The Lennon-Mccartney couple looked at each other. They seemed to communicate with furrowed eyebrows and shifty glances.

Their manager turned to the other 2/4 Beatles. "And you two?"

Ringo was nervously nibbling on his bottom lip. "E-Erm..."

"Yes." The guitarist winced at how small his voice sounded. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, we're queer."

"Goodness," He gave a sigh. "You four were supposed to be bachelors and look what happened?" He shooked his head and laughed softly, easing the tense air around them. "And you know what?"

John looked a bit relaxed now. "What?"

"The hotel was rumored to be a matchmaking establishment before. People came in strangers and came out as a couple, holding hands, smiling and all that romantic stuff. Supposedly it had magic air all around." He gave them a smile. "And maybe it does have magic."

"Maybe it does," Ringo whispered, placing his hand over George's. "God this is so ridiculous." He looked down, blushing. George gave his hand a squeeze.

"It is ridiculous. But it's fine, Ringo. Whatever floats your boat. But remember, you can't show it to the public."

"Guess we gotta hide our love away, eh Paulie?" John kissed his lover's cheek. "Thanks, Eppy."

Brian took a sip of his wine. "You're not the only one with queer feelings, boys." He said as casual as ever.

George, who was drinking, choked. He wiped his mouth. "Are you serious Eppy?"

John gave him an incredulous look. "Are you fucking kidding me right now, Gear? That man's been gay ever since the start!"

"Okay," Brian said quite loudly. "Let's just order food, shall we? Who's hungry?"

"Me." George raised a hand, earning a chuckle from the rest.

Eppy rolled his eyes but laughed along. "You're always hungry, George."

"Sometimes not for food," His voice was barely a whisper but Ringo picked it up. He coughed not so discreetly, fighting the blush that threathened to rise in his cheeks. Brian looked confused. John gave him a shrug.

"Georgie's gone dom." He stated, his voice flat and serious. "Oh the things that happened at that fucking hotel~" He faced Paul with a shit-eating grin. "Isn't that right, Macca?"

He rolled his eyes. "Let's just order food before George devours our little drummer."

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It isn't much of a chapter but hey they told Eppy that they're gay. They (somehow) came out of the closet. Yay!

Ringo's fighting the itch very well like the brave little blue-eyed soldier he is. But it won't last long. Winter's fucking coming. George won't always be with him.

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You could just pm me your feedbacks and what you expect in this story. I, myself never experience severe depression but I had cut. And I do lots of research so I hope I can at least make this story a bit realistic. I have a friend who used to cut so I ask her what it's like (i ask gently, of course so she won't get triggered) and read some articles and that.