A/N: nice long, hard chapter for you lovely fuckers 🙃
Prepare for cringy dirty-talk by yours truly.

Shit

Ritchie quickly stubbed out the joint in vain, George shooting up into a sitting position and both ghostly pale. He looked up to see a pissed off-looking Paul looking down at them with his hands on his hips.

"H-hey Paulie." He stuttered nervously.

"Have you been smoking pot?" Even though they were both somewhat high, they still knew that was a rhetorical question and it'd be pointless to lie.

"I'm sorry, i-it was my idea not George's." Ritchard said, though it was Mo's idea. He didn't want them to get in trouble.

"Ritchie don't." George said quietly.

"Save it. I'm taking you both home right now." He grabbed George by the wrist and Ritchie a little gentler by the hand. He ushered them to get in the car, heads hung in shame, Ritchie extremely nervous. The ride to George's house was uncomfortably silent and smelled if cannibis.

"You live here right?" Paul had calmed down a bit once he pulled up in front of George's house.

"Yes." His voice barely a whisper. "You're gonna talk to me mum and da'... aren't ye?" Paul looked at the teen.

"Consider this a warning. If I catch you boys smoking anything again, I won't hesitate to spill the beans."

"Thank you sir. Bye Ritchie."

"See ya Gear." He waved to his boyfriend before closing the door. Paul started up the car again and formed a plan in his head. "Are you gonna tell mom?" He asked to break the deafening silence. Paul turned to go to the park before answering him.

"Y'know... I was gonna tell Elsie. But I think we can arrange something."

"Oh please Paul, I'll do anything if you don't tell her." Ritchie begged. Paul smirked.

"Anything?" He pulled up to the secluded area of the park near the trees. Paul caught Ritchie's gaze in the rearveiw mirror and nodded. "Come sit in the passenger seat." Richard carefully climbed over into the seat next to Paul as he turned off the engine.

"Why are we at the park?"

"Patience baby doll." He looked around for people. Ritchie felt an odd shiver ripple down his spine at the nickname.

"But seriously, what are we doing- WHOA!" He was pulled fluidly onto Paul's lap, facing him. "W-what are you  d-doing Paul?" His voice was innocent but his heart felt like it would explode out of his chest.

"You're punishment." Paul's features broke into a wide grin, and before Richard could say anything, he was met with a soft pair of lips on his own. Common sense told him to pull away, but it was just so thrilling. He felt himself kissing back and feeling Paul's hands roam up the back of his flannel shirt. Richard pulled away.

"Isn't this wrong? We could get caught!"

"Oh but that's the best part innit? The thrill of the chase, the risk of being caught. That's just part of the fun baby doll. And it drives me wild." He placed two long, calloused fingers under Ritchie's chin and brought his young lips to his own. He willingly kissed back, cupping Paul's cherub cheeks in his hands. The excitement that Paul hadn't felt in years was now exploding inside him like fireworks. All those years he told himself that he'd never succumb to the temptation were now but a distant memory  as he snogged Richard in his car.

"Mmm... Paul..." He moaned quietly when he felt Paul's fingers toy with his nipples.

"Call me daddy." Paul managed to say without breaking away.

"Okay... Daddy." Oh lord, how that drove Paul mad to hear such an innocent voice sound so beautifully dirty. Richard slowly roamed his hands from Paul's face to his chest, feeling his elevated heartbeat. He moved his lips away to allow them both to catch their breath. Paul leaned forward to suck on the sensitive part of Ritchie's neck.

"Paulie..." Richard groaned, tugging on Paul's hair. He was too lost in the heat of the moment to give a single damn that this was his mother's boyfriend and possibly-soon-to-be-stepfather that he was snogging. He felt something poking him in the arse and heard Paul chuckle.

"Look what you do to me. Look what you do to me baby doll." Richard looked down at Paul's confined member, feeling his own dick twitch in his knickers.

"W-would you like me to..."

"Yes... Oh god yes." Richard slipped off Paul's lap and into the footwell. Paul bit his lip as Ritchie teasingly undid his trousers and pulled down his boxers. He locked his eyes on Paul's throbbing cock, precum already dribbling from the tip.

"I-I've never done this before.

"It's okay love, I'll guide you through it." Richard nodded and let Paul place a hand behind his head. "Just relax okay? Now open wide." Ritchie licked his lips, tasting his waxy lipstick, and placed them on the tip. "Oh Ritchie, oh god!" Richard kitten-licked his shaft, leaving behind some of his pink lipstick on it. Paul curled his fingers in Ritchard's hair and lightly urged him to take in more. He squeezed his eyes shut and relaxed his throat to please Paul further. Ritchie used his hand to stroke the parts he couldn't fit in his mouth. Paul gripped the steering wheel in an effort to keep himself from bucking his hips into Richard's face. He braced himself by gripping to Paul's thighs and pressed his large nose against Paul's stomach, his sapphire eyes tearing up a bit. His tongue licked all around and his teeth grazed the shaft as he bobbed his head. Paul couldn't take it anymore, he accidentally thrust his hips forward, making Ritchie pull away gagging.

"Sorry baby, daddy just got excited. You can stop if it's too much." He stroked Ritchie's cheek.

"No, I-I can take it." Paul chuckled lustfully as Richard wrapped his mouth around the older's cock. He deep-throated Paul's dick again and continued his rythm. Paul didn't hold back the orgasmic sounds that spilled from his mouth as he grabbed a handful of brown, quiffed hair, pushing and pulling on Richard's head. He synced his movements to Paul's, making him a sweating, moaning mess in his seat.

"You like that? You like daddy's big cock skull-fucking your pretty little mouth?" Richard nodded, his mouth too full to answer 'yes daddy'. The knot in Paul's gut tightened to the point of release as Ritchie swallowed around him.

"Ritchie... I'm close baby- OH FUCK!" Before Richard could react, Paul's cock twitched and released his hot seed in his mouth. He pulled away, coughing a bit as saliva and cum dripped off his chin. Paul collapsed into his seat and pulled Ritchie back onto his lap.

"Was I... good?" He panted.

"You were great baby. Now for your reward." Richard wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a bit confused. Before he could wipe the white stuff from his hand, Paul had taken hold of his wrist and flicked his tongue over Ritchie's knuckles with subtle groaning noises in the back of his throat.

His bambi eyes widened in realization. Paul licked his lips after "cleaning" Richard's hand and smirked.

"Paulie-" He was cut off by Paul hastily pushing him into the passenger seat before haistily pulling up his trousers. "What's wrong?" Ritchie was getting a bit worried now. Paul was straightening his hair when Richard realized what was happening. A man was walking toward their car, but Paul didn't look worried. He rolled down the window as the man approached.

"Hiya Paulie!" He said excitedly in his scouse accent.

"I didn't know you lived 'round here, John." The man known as John fixed his Buddy Holly glasses on his nose and shook hands with Paul.

"Thought you still lived in America Macca."

"Just moved back actually. How's life been treating ya mate?"

"Well, I ended it with Cyn recently. But word on the street is you've got yourself a bird." Richard shifted his gaze back and forth between the two. John caught his eye and his eyebrows cocked slightly. "Who's the lad?"

"Oh, where are my manners? This is Ritchie, my girlfriend's son." Paul introduced, still a bit out of breath from well, you know. "Ritchie, this is my friend, John."

"Pleasure." He reached through the window to shake the teen's hand.

"I thought Paul lived in America for a chunk of his life. You two seem pretty close, and you've got your accent."

"Oh." John's face dropped a bit. "So Paulie told you?" Richard knitted his eyebrows in confusion at John's tone.

"Yes, I told him that we were buddies before I moved, and you always visited me in America." Paul said quickly, shooting John an arched-eyebrow face that Ritchie couldn't see. His mouth formed and 'O' shape and he plastered a convincing smile on his face.

"Well, uhm, I should get my arse home. Lemmie see yer phone, I'll put my number in." John hastily typed his number in and waved goodbye before walking away. Paul sighed and started his car. As they exited the park, Richard finally spoke up.

"Paul... You said something about uhm-"

"A reward?" He smirked, making Ritchie blush and nod slowly. "Next time, I promise doll." Ritchie bit his lip when Paul gave him a sly wink. He focused his attention to the road, thinking about what John said to Richard.

'That was close, Paul. Even for you.' The voice in his head cautioned. Meanwhile, Richard was still comprehending two things in his head.

So Paulie told you?

Tell me what?

Next time, I promise doll.

There's a 'next time'?
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A/N: Ooooooh, if you thought shit was real before it's real-er now bitches

Sorry for any confusion I have caused when I accidentally published this chapter when I wasn't finnished, so I unpublished it and blah blah blah gayshit ob-la-di ob-la-da, life goes ooooon braaaaa.

Also, apologies if the John thing was random and weird, I've got plans for Johnnie boy in the future.

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