"So they're really getting married?" George asked through a mouthful of pizza. Richard swallowed and nodded. The scouse put on a thoughtful look and shrugged.

"I'm happy for them. Quite a nice couple."

"I'm just glad mum's happy." Ritchie admitted. Though, he knew that it would probably mean less attention from Paul. It was the night after Paul's proposal and Richard invited George to spend the night. They were sitting on the floor of his bedroom eating pizza and chatting. Richard took a swig of his coke and nearly spat it out at hearing loud groans from another room. George began giggling at Richard's flustered expression.

"Sorry about them, guess it's to be expected." He chuckled nervously.

"Don't be sorry love, though they are loud in there." George commented. Sure enough, a string of heated curse words and the headboard thumping against the wall could be heard from the bedroom.

"Christ, is Paul always that loud?" He asked Richard.

"Yup." Ritchie replied, popping the 'p'. George put down the slice of pizza he was about to eat and inched closer to him.

"Y'know, to be honest, it's kinda making me horny." He wiggled his bold eyebrows seductively.

"Naughty George." Richard swatted at his arm.

"Oh c'mon babe, you've been such a damn tease all night." It was true, Ritchie had started and unexpectedly finished several makeout sessions that night. George had begun to seat himself on Richard's lap and pushed the pizza box out of their way.

"I hate you." He chuckled.

"Love you too." George pressed their lips together. Ritchie smiled on his lover's lips and kissed back, carding his fingers through his dark locks. He parted George's lips with his tongue, feeling him suck gently.

"Mmh Georgie." He groaned as George's cool hands slid up the front of his t-shirt. Richard traveled his hands along George's back until he was cupping his flannel pyjama bottom-clad arse.

"Oh I'm the naughty one." George remarked sarcastically.

"Shut up, you."

"Make me." Richard pushed George away slightly and cocked a brow.

"Is that a challenge Mr. Harrison?" George bit his lip suggestively. "Then challenge accepted." He managed to stand up while holding George by the back of his thighs, wrapping his arms around Richard's neck. They fell onto the bed giggling, George holding onto Richard's waist with his legs. Richard pulled the others shirt off before stripping himself of his own. Tossing them to the side, Ritchie lowered his face to George's chest and kissed and nipped his skin hungrily.

"Ritchieeeee..." He moaned. Richard felt their clothed arousal rub together, making them both groan. He rolled his hips slowly as he sucked on a forming hickey. Ritchie moved away from his collarbone and trailed sloppy kisses down George's chest and stomach. When he reached the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, Richard peered through his long lashes at his furiously blushing boyfriend. He yanked them down before pulling his boxers off too. George let out a desperate whimper as his dick slapped against his stomach. Richard smirked and dragged his tongue tauntingly slow up his length.

"Fuck, I want you so bad Richard!" He whined, lifting his hips off the bed.

"Alright. I think I've made you wait long enough." Richard straightened up and haistily pulled off his bottoms slong with his pants. George's hooded eyes widened to the size of tennis balls as he took in Ritchie's swollen cock.

"See something you like, Georgie?" He chuckled sinfully.

"Y-you're so big Ritchie... Will it hurt?" George pried his gaze away to meet Richard's with a slightly concerned look.

"A bit, but I'll be gentle. I promise." He stroked his cheek and brushed the gair from his eyes. Richard opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He squirted some on his fingers and guided them to his partner's hole. Richard gave him a look that asked for permission. George nodded. Ritchie pushed one in, feeling George tense around him.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you. Just relax baby." He whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he began to move his digit slowly and added another. Making a scissoring motion with his fingers, George gasped and gripped the sheets.

"Oh god yes, Richard!" Ritchie groaned and pulled his fingers out to lubericate his throbbing member.

"Ready?"

"Yes, I want you Ritchie." He moaned. Ritchie supported himself on his hands placed near either side of George's body and gingerly eased his dick into his tight entrance. George's features crinkled in pain, making Richard stop.

"It's okay, love. Just tell me when you're ready." He combed his fingers through George's already disheveled hair and caressed the side of his face with his thumb. George's shaky breaths soon became even and his death grip on the covers loosened.

"M-move... I'm okay now." He pushed his hips forward and rocked slowly, allowing George to adjust. George hissed and curled his toes as he tried desperately to relax. Eventually, Richard moved in just the right way to make the other gasp.

"Oh right there, Ritchie!" Richard picked up his pace, plowing himself into his lover. The bed springs creaked in unison with their cracking moans with every movement on top of them. They didn't care if Paul or his mum could hear them. All Ritchie cared about was giving George the best sleepover of his life. He wrapped his hand around George's painfully hard length and pumped erratically, driving him mad with lust. George wrapped his legs around Richard's waist and dug his heels into the small of his back.

"Georgie, I'm so fucking close." He grunted as his movements became sloppy.

"M-me too!" George cried out, his eyes lolling back with the building euphoria. Richard nibbled on his ear as George quivered under him and the unexplainable pleasure numbed his thought process.

"RITCHIE!" He wailed pleasurably as his orgasm washed over his whole body and made him see stars. That triggered Richard's own release with a final thrust. Collapsing into a sweaty, shaking heap, Ritchie pulled out and rolled over next to George.

"How was I?" He panted. George slowly turned his head and smiled weakly.

"Amazing baby." He snuggled up to Richard and rested his head on his slowly rising and falling chest. Ritchie pulled the comforter over their tired bodies and placed his hand over the one tracing circles on his stomach.

"I'm glad we were each other's firsts." George mumbled as his eyes drooped closed.

"Yeah... Firsts..." Ritchie trailed off, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach as he waited for sleep to take him away.
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