A/N: sorry about the time skip and the hiatus you guys
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-A week later-

"Ritchie,"

"Yeah?"

"What's the answer to number five?" George asked. Ritchie looked up from his homework and saw George hunched over his work with his eyebrows knitted and pen cap between his teeth.

"Well first, you get that out of your mouth and the answer is 'valence electrons'." He said before clearing his throat into his arm. George spat out the cap and scribbled down the answer before slouching back into his seat at the dining table.

"Fuck chemistry."

"I'd rather not, really." Ritchie smirked.

"Oh ho ho, you're funny." George rolled his eyes. The shorter boy giggled and closed his book.

"Just think, a year or so and then we're off to university." He stood up and walked around the table to where George sat. George looked up and smiled thoughtfully, holding out his arms as an invitation. Richard sat on his lap and let George wrap his arms around his waist and nuzzle his head into Richard's chest. He slipped his fingers through the scouse's dark hair before continuing.

"We can learn anything about anything and we don't need to take chemistry if we don't want to."

"We'll be so old by then, Ritchie." George joked.

"Yeah, we'll be deaf, blind raisins by the time summer comes around." George lifted his head up and gave Richard a peck on the nose.

"Hey, uhm... Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. What's in that pretty little head?" Ritchie smiled warmly.

"Would you, I-I mean... Given the chance... Would you marry me?" George's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he looked away from Richard's calculating eyes.

"Never, you're weird." Ritchie ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. George chuckled lightly with him and hugged him closer.

"Ha, yeah... But in all seriousness, would you marry me?"

Ritchie thought for a moment. There were only two outcomes to dating someone: breaking up with or marrying them.

"Of course I would. I love you Georgie. And I'd spend my whole life with you if I could." He said rather quietly, as if those words were for George, and George only, to hear. George lifted his head and his lips ghosted over Richard's.

"I love you, Richard Starkey." He spoke on his mouth. Ritchie answered by closing the gap between their expectant lips. George's eyelids fluttered down as he let Richard gently dominate his mouth. His hands went to the shorter boy's hips, massaging gentle circles with his thumbs. Just as Ritchie began to shyly nibble George's lower lip he felt a tickle at the back of his throat. He pulled back quickly and turned his head to cough into his arm.

"You alright baby?" George asked, concerned. Richard cleared his throat before turning back to George.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Though George still had a dazed, glassy look in his eyes and swollen lips, he pouted slightly.

"What if yer getting sick?" Ritchie thought for a moment. He did tend to get sick pretty often.

"Maybe..."

"Aw, my poor baby." George embraced Richard's small frame and nuzzled his face into his chest.

"Stop it you." Ritchie swatted at George's head playfully. George shook his head.

"Never." Ritchie rolled his eyes but let George continue to snuggle into him.

But eventually, the peaceful silence was broken by Richard's phone ringing.

"Big Booty Judy speaking, how can I help you?" George giggled after his boyfriend answered.

"Very funny Ritchie. It's your mum. We're home and I think it's about time for you too." Elsie's voice said.

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit then."

"See you luv." And with that he hung up.

"That was me mum. I have to go now." George pouted but allowed Richard to stand up. "I'll get my shit packed up and I need a ride."

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"Thanks Gear." Ritchie pecked his lover on the lips and got out of the car.

"Bye Ritchie! I'll miss you."

"I'll see you tomorrow, you git." Richard waved him off before running off to his front door.

"I'm home!" Richard called out after closing the front door behind him.

"Ritchie! Oh I missed you, dear." Elsie came walking down the hall to hug her son. He dropped his stuff on the floor and hugged back.

"You didn't have too much fun without me, did you?" Richard smiled cheekily as he pulled away. Elsie shook her head finally and ruffled his hair. They walked into the living room where Paul sat, tapping his foot.

"I'll go put my stuff away real quick, then you can tell me everything."

"Here, let me help." Paul offered, standing up and walking with Ritchie to his bedroom. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, feeling him tense slightly as they entered the room.

"Is there something you want to tell me Ritchie?" Paul closed the door and crossed his arms over his chest. Richard busied himself with throwing his dirty laundry in the hamper, as opposed to leaving it in his luggage for a week. After a few minutes of awkward silence and Paul boring holes in the back of Richard's head, he finally spoke up.

"Uhm, nothing?"

"Not the answer I was looking for, baby." Paul unfolded his arms and walked up to Ritchie, who had his back to him. He snaked his arms around his waist from behind and pulled him close to his chest.

"Y'know, you're quite lucky." Paul whispered, bending forward to nibble his ear.

"I-I am?" Ritchie bit his lip as Paul began to run his hands over his torso sensually.

"I'm far to jet lagged to punish you tonight."
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A/N: GAAAAHHGGG IM SORRY I CANT UPDATE FOR SHIIIITT

Also, i know its a bit late for this but u made this George Harrison tribute a couple weeks ago for his death

A lil self-promotion here, sorry

I made a new book called "Prompts For Sale"

Its just a thing where I'll dump all my Beatles fanfiction ideas and hope someone might make it a thing :^P

Take a fucking sip babes
-Maggs xoxo