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Ritchie shivered slightly as the morning breeze drifted through the open window. He pried his eyes open and was met with a tousled head of dark hair resting on his chest. Richard smiled warmly and kissed the top of his sleeping boyfriend's head. George didn't stir, but the corner of his mouth curled upwards subtly. Dragging his gaze off George's happily sleeping figure, Ritchie's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he saw the time on the alarm clock.

"Shit! We're late!" He attempted to jump out of bed but got tangled in the sheets and landed on the floor, taking George with him.

"Ow, the fuck Ritchie?" George groaned, tired and annoyed.

"It's 9:30 Gear! We're late for school!" Richard said, panicked. He made another attempt at standing up but failed due to the slender arms around his waist.

"Don'cha remember? It's a student-free day today baby. Now get back down here, it's cold." Richard face palmed himself and dragged his hand down his face.

"How could I forget? God, I feel stupid. Sorry for waking you up love."

"'S fine love. Just get back here and cuddle me goddamn it." He mumbled sleepily. Ritchie leaned back into his touch and let George spoon him from behind on the carpeted floor.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Paul and Elsie were sipping their tea and absently watching the news. Except Paul had different things on his mind other than the United States completely screwing themselves over. He could've sworn he heard suggestive noises coming from Richard's room last night. Knowing that George was staying over made his blood boil, but he tried not to show it. Eventually, Elsie had to go to work, giving her fiancé a peck on the cheek and a cheerful "Goodbye Paulie". Paul smiled back as she made her way out of the house. When she left he decided to check up on the boys.

"Ritchie? You boys awake?" Paul knocked gently.

"Mm sort of." Richard's voice mumbled, half asleep.

"I just wanted to check up on you two. Is it okay if I come in?"

"One moment." Ritchie found his boxers on the floor and quickly put them on to open the door.

"Morning Paulie." He rubbed his eyes sleepily making Paul's heart race.

"Morning sleepyhead. Were's George?" Paul ruffled the teen's already rumpled hair and looked over his shoulder.

"On the floor." He answered nonchalantly. Paul watched as George wrapped his bedsheet-clad arms around Richard's waist and rested his chin on his head.

"Good morning Paul."

"Hmm. Why are you wearing a sheet?" He hummed monotonously.

"Cos me clothes are on the floor." Ritchie nudged George in the ribs as Paul's eyebrows rode up his forehead dangerously high. He shifted his gaze between George's extremly chill, no-fucks-given expression and Ritchie's embarrassed flush for a couple of seconds before speaking.

"Well, I'm going to get dressed and head off to work in a bit. I don't wanna come home to see you two have trashed the house." He said, acting like he didn't care that George was pressed up against Richard completely naked. As Paul headed down the hall, Richard felt a pair of lips just below his ear.

"Georgie, you need to get dressed."

"Mmh." He grunted back, now nibbling on his earlobe.

"C'mon, get dressed so Paul doesn't throw a bitchfit." George reluctantly pulled away and went to go find his clothes.

-[this time skip was sponsored in part by McLennon, our motto is "We're still waiting for Yoko to die so Paul will spill his juicy secrets."]-

Paul dismissed his class, as it was time for lunch, and sunk into his chair. He was just about to stand up and make his way to the cafeteria until someone pushed passed the mass of students and approached his desk.

"Ritchie? What are you doing here?" Paul knitted his eyebrows in confusion. Richard was standing in front of his desk wearing a light pink pleated skirt that barely reached his knees, a white jumper that looked to be two sizes too big on him, and shiny red heels. He had his hair styled in a quiff and cat-eye liner made his droopy eyes stand out more than what seemed humanly possible.

"I didn't want to be all alone at the house so I asked Gear to give me a ride here before he went home." Paul's confused look dropped, turning into a pursed-lipped glare.

"Baby, about last night..." A blush began to tint his cheeks as he looked at his feet.

"Is it so wrong to show my boyfriend some love?" Paul's expression softened at Ritchie's tone.

"Of course not, love. I'm sorry, I just got a bit jealous." He held out his arms as an invitation. Richard walked around Paul's desk and seated himself on Paul's lap to hug back.

"Hearing George moan your name like that just made my blood boil." Paul whispered on the skin of Ritchie's neck. He ran his calloused hands down his back, resting on his round arse.

"H-here?" Ritchie gasped as Paul gave his bum a possesive squeeze.

"No, too risky even for me baby boy. I know a better place." Paul cupped the teen's face so he could get access to his lips. Richard kissed back, missing that bubbly feeling he got with Paul.

-[sadly, this time skip isn't sponored cos i've time skipped once in this damn chapter already]-

"Fuck, daddy!" Ritchie mewled, tightening his grip on the steering wheel in front of him. The car's suspension creaked as Richard bounced on Paul's lap.

"That's right, remember who your daddy is." Paul growled, giving Richard's ass a smack as he rode his cock.

"I fucking miss your big cock in my arse." He moaned loudly, ceasing his bouncing to roll his hips slowly. Paul threw his head back against the headrest of the car's seat and groaned loudly.

"Bounce, baby, bounce on my hard dick." He gripped Ritchie's hips and bucked his own off the seat.

"Paulie, oh my god." His knuckles turned white as his deathgrip on the wheel tightened and his dick twitched. Richard shut his eyes tight and wailed Paul's name as he came.

"Suck me off." Paul demanded. Richard lifted himself off of Paul's still erect member and kneeled in the footwell. Ritchie engulfed his length in his mouth and sucked harshly.

"Yeah, suck your daddy's cock like the little slut you are." He knotted his fingers through Richard's hair and tugged. Ritchie groaned on Paul's dick, taunting him with sinful vibrations. Paul smirked at the sight of the teen's plump, shiny lips wrapped around his length as his blue eyes were shut tight and eyebrows knitted. He hallowed out his flushed cheeks as swallowed around him, a strangled cry escaping Paul's open mouth.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Richard felt Paul's cock twitch in his throat before spilling his seed into his mouth. He pulled off and swallowed hard. Sitting back on his heels, Ritchie rested his head on the steering wheel and steadied his breathing. Paul's legs were still spread out in front of him as he found the right words.

"I'm gonna miss this, baby." He stroked Richard's rumpled quiff.

"What do you mean, daddy?" Ritchie blinked curiously. A lopsided smile tugged on his full lips before answering.

"The wedding's in two months."
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A/N: You'd think with modern technology that things like cancer, alzheimers, and writer's block would have a cure by now...

Oh well

-Still in Daddy's Kinkshame Box

(P.S. To active "Pink Sugar" readers, I'll try to work on it more bc i honestly love that fic)