SHOUTOUT TO: @josephine_candles for getting TFIOS reference last chapter! i haven't really read the book but i watched the movie to make up for it. also, i cried like a bitch. no ragrets. really good movie. 12/10

800+ words are these updates getting longer or is it just me?

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>>DESTITUTE<<

>>without something that is needed or wanted<<

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john opened the door to his bedroom, not caring if it slammed against the wall or not.

in his little fit of rage, ringo was following him, forgetting momentarily that george was in the same house.

"ringo!" his boyfriend called out, grabbing his shirt from the floor. "i--- fuck, ringo!"

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ringo banged his fists on john's bedroom door.

"john! it wasn't what you think!"

"oh it's exactly what i think!" john shouted. "what do you think?" he added with a bit of sass he may or may have not inherited from paul.

"johnny--- gah!"

without thinking, john opened the door and yanked ringo inside by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wooden surface.

"what happened to the no-fucking-before-marriage thing, eh?" his brown eyes went to his full, bottom lip that was caught between his teeth, turning dark at the sight. "well?"

"y-you know how it is." ringo stuttered, face flushing red in shame."one thing l-led to another and..."

"and?"

"y-you weren't supposed to come home in an hour---"

"if i didn't come home early i would've seen an even more horrible sight!" john sighed stressfully. "and you even buttoned your shirt in the wrong fucking places. you know i hate mismatched things."

ringo widened his eyes half in realization and half in embarrassment as the other's fingers worked on his mismatched buttons. "john wait---"

the latter ignored his protest and continued to unbutton his shirt. he hated things not being in the right place. and the fact that they were all mismatched and messy just pissed him off even more.

"john what are you---"

"shut up." john said, jaw tight as he tried not to linger too much on ringo's exposed skin and the numerous love bites all over him. he tried to ignore ringo's collarbone and his neck and, christ, his chest, and----

ringo accidentally let out a whimper as he pressed him even more against the door. he covered his mouth with his hands, face red as ever.

"did you jus'---" john widened his eyes in disbelief.  "just," he took in a deep breath. "just let me finish this, okay?"

ringo nodded, bottom lip turning red as he kept on biting it.

"o-okay."

john distracted himself by fixing his mate's shirt. because fuck, if he stutters one more time he was going to really fucking lose it.

"i had a bad day. pete was being a snotty bastard with his terrible drumming and he was an utter mess on it. i just wanted to grab a beer, plop down the couch and what do i see? jesus, if your boyfriend's pants were off i would've.."

"would've what john?" ringo asked, eyes trained on him.

john ignored the question. "what happened to saving your first time together for the wedding?"

"john---"

the latter looked up, meeting his eyes and said: "if he loves you, he would've respected your idea about the whole sex thing. guess not." he muttered to himself.

ringo shot him a glare. "of course he does!"

"then what the hell were you doing on my couch?!"

"we weren't going to do it all the way!"

"sex doesn't have to be called sex jus' because someone poked his dick in someone!" john yelled. "which practically means you were already having sex!"

ringo's voice raised an octave. "why does it matter to you anyway?!"

because i love you goddamit! john wanted to yell. but his mouth would't cooperate with him.

"because... because..." john tried to find the right words that hopefully didn't teeter dangerously on the edge of friendliness and romantic sense. he gave up. "i'm sorry alright? i'm jus' so stressed out and you two were fucking on my couch when you specifically said you weren't.... i'm sorry." john finished lamely, flushing a bit in embarrasment now that his anger washed away.

crap, he felt like an utter douche.

ringo gave him a small smile. "it's okay john. you're... you're right, we shouldn't have started doing it on the couch for the whole world to see---" panic surged through him. "oh my god."

"what?" he said, feeling a tiny twinge of hurt when ringo gently pushed him off.

"george is still downstairs." ringo muttered. "i forgot all about him in the spur of the moment!"

i'm that distracting, eh? a voice in john's head snickered.

"you do realize he is a fully-functional adult and not a child that needs looking after?"

"i'll be right back, johnny." ringo quickly said, giving him one last look before going downstairs. "george!"

john leaned against the wooden door, seemingly stressed out of his goddamn life and his mind wasn't helping.

god, he wanted a cigarette.

and to add to the things that hated john lennon, his mind seemed to turn his back on him and flood him with pictures of his half-naked best mate.

and the part where he saw ringo's pants dangling from his ankles wasn't really helping him that much.

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this is a messy chapter im sorry

expect lesser updates bc tests are a royal pain in the ass and i need to maintain my freaking grades if i dont want to end up in mcdonalds.

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