numba nine numba nine numba nine

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>>SERENDIPITY<<

>>finding something good without looking for it<<

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ringo opened his eyes to see a sleeping john lennon. his auburn hair was tousled and some stray strands were sticking up, making him a tad bit adorable---

wait, what?

ringo shook his head and climbed, er, off him. which proved to be a bit difficult as john's heavy arm was slung over his back.

"john," he whispered, poking his cheek. "john! wake up!"

"five more minutes," he mumbled, any trace of ringo waking him up dissapearing entirely.

ringo huffed in frustration. "john---"  he let out an embarrasing squeak as john pulled him closer to his chest and, fuck, their faces were just centimenters away from---

ringo bit his lip, heart racing as he took on the sight of john's chapped lips. he felt his cheeks burn and he looked away, biting his bottom lip hard.

i s-shouldn't think of him t-that way! he thought, blushing even harder.

sure, john was bisexual. but this was his best mate he was thinking about!

and john already said he had someone in his mind and, christ, if george would find out about the situation he was in right now he would be so fucking mad at him just for thinking like this.

still, john was--- is---- attractive. what he said about him last night was all true. but that was because he complimented him and, naturally, ringo would compliment him back.

but was that really it? ringo thought, getting more and more confused on why he was feeling like this. o

and so, ringo simply laid his head on john's chest, listening to latter's heartbeat, trying to dismiss the fact that he liked john's cuddles rather than george's.

"ritchie," he heard john say in that husky, half-awake tone of his. "don't move so much."

"johnny," ringo stammered as he felt his breathe tickle his ear. "j-john---"

ringo felt his lips brush against the shell of his ear. a shiver ran down his spine, gooseflesh appearing over his arms. john never affected him like this before.

ringo tried to steady his voice. and surprisingly, be didn't stutter even if john's lips were against his neck. "john, let me go."

one eye opened, twinkling with mischief.

"only if you cook bacon for breakfast."

"yes, yes i will. now let me go." ringo sighed in relief when he felt his hold on him loosen.

he went downstairs, heart pounding in his chest, trying to absorb what just happened.

he was drowsy, ringo repeated in his head, he's like that when he's sleepy, he doesn't know what he's doing.

and little did he know john was wide-awake the whole time.

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sneaky bastard.

also uhm could you recommend scenarios in which john accidentally slips out what he feels about ringo? thanks~