A/N: *in idubbbz voice* theis chapetr es ver lawnhg. Hope yew enjoi

In the weeks that followed, Ritchie and Paul had a few more... intimate relations.

Okay, there's no being delicate, they had (illegal) daddy kink-filled sex. Whenever Elsie worked late, which was at least a couple times a week, they fucked relntlessly about the house.

Richard was far from loving George any less than before, as did Paul with Elsie. It's just what they had was different. Neither George nor Elsie suspected anything, thankfully. Richard would sometimes have his second thoughts and doubts about their situation. Only to have Paul fuck his brains out. What they had was special; Richard enjoyed this exciting attention and Paul absolutely relished the rush he got with him.

But Paul had a promise to keep up.

"Macca, you said you would! The month is nearly over." John said in a childish, whiny tone.

"John Winston Lennon! I am teaching a class!" Paul gestured to the giggling mass of students while raising his eyebrows at John so high they threatened to rise over his head.

"Okay okay, I'll shut my gob. But you still promised." He held up his hands defensively. Paul rested his elbows on the podium and rubbed his temples.

"Early lunch, people. See you after."

"But, we still have an hour to-"

"Early lunch Stutcliffe!" The students filed out of the lecture hall, leaving John and Paul alone.

"Why, why did I think it was a good idea to let you hang out in my classroom?" He collapsed into his chair.

"Because you love me." John fluttered his eyelashes mock-flirtingly. "And you need to man up! You love her right?"

"Yes, but-"

"No 'but's McCartney, she's the best thing that's ever happened to ye! Don't ever let that go, son!" John had stood up and was shaking Paul's shoulders.

"Cool it! Cool it Lennon!"

"No. Not until you do it!" He picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.

"Oi! Put me down!" Paul pounded his fists on John's back.

"Not until you promise to take your girl out tonight and ask her for christ's sake!"

"I give! Just put me down." John placed him on his feet and ruffled his hair fondly.

"That's what I like to hear. Oh, by the way, that one bird in yer class. Asian girl with the frizzy hair. She's quite a looker, what's her name?"

"Why should I tell you?" Paul crossed his arms over his chest rather sassily.

"Think I have any chance with her?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ask me later, when I'm not pissed at you."

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Paul smoothed out the wrinkles in his blazer and took one last look in the mirror to fix the flayaways in his hair. He patted the buldge in his pocket and took a deep breath, exiting the bathroom.

"Are you ready dear?" Paul called out to his girlfriend, standing by the door. She appeared wearing a black and white, form fitting dress and maroon high heels. Her hair was tied in a bun with a few strands falling to her shoulders. Paul's jaw dropped at the sight. Elsie's cherry-red lips curled in a shy smile.

"Do you like it?"

"You look, amazing!" A light blush tinged her cheeks.

"Thank you. Ritchie picked it out for me." Paul blinked stupidly.

"Well, he certainly has good taste. Shall we go?"

"Certainly. Ritchie! We'll be back in a few hours!" She called out behind her. Richard peered over his magazine from the couch.

"Have fun you crazy kids! But don't stay out too late." Elsie rolled her eyes  in the most motherly way possible.

"Bye!" And they left.
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Ritchie blinked lazily and looked over at his alarm clock.

12:44

He wasn't tired, but George would be fast asleep by now. Elsie and Paul were still out on their date.

Paul.

Richard blushed at his most recent memory with him just a couple days ago.
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"What do you think, Paul?" Ritche asked as he fastened his hoop earrings.

"Spin for me baby."  Paul took a hearty drag on his cigarette and made a spinning gesture with his free hand. He gladly spun on his toes, his shorts curving rather nicely around his perky bum. Richard wore thigh-high socks that were patterned like the 4th Doctor's scarf and the lavender jumper that Paul bought for him the first time they met.

"Do you like it?" Richard tried to sound as innocent as possible, knowing the effect it had on him. Paul groaned softly and felt his member stiffen.

"God, Ritchie, you look amazing. Come closer baby." He crooked his finger with lust glinting in his eyes. Richard stepped forward and kneeled in front of Paul.

"Mum told me you had a stressful week at work." He pouted with his blue eyes filled with concern. Paul stroked the teen's quiffed hair, neither caring if it got messed up.

"Oh yeah, real stressful. I'm just glad it's finally the weekend." Richard inched closer and rested his hands on Paul's thighs.

"Mind if I releive that stress?" Paul nodded with wide eyes. Ritchie pushed Paul's legs apart and watched him harden under his gaze.

"The things you do to me baby boy." He leaned forward and pressed his face to Paul's crotch. Paul bit down on his ciggy as he felt every curve of Richard's cheeks and nose when he nuzzled into his clothed erection.

"Oh god, I want yer mouth on me cock so bad." Ritchie stopped moving and looked up.

"My name isn't god, in case you've forgotten... Daddy." A low groan made itself present in the back of Paul's throat as he gently pushed Ritchie's face away. He haistily undid his trousers and let them pool around his ankles. Richard dragged his 'daddy's' boxers down and took his throbbing member in hand. He pumped his hand slowly and lapped up the precum leaking from the tip. Paul crushed the end of his cigarette in the ashtray and pushed on the back of Richard's head. He gladly deep-throated him and sucked harshly, teeth tauntingly grazing the sensitive skin. Richard worked his now skilled mouth up and down Paul's length, little slurping sounds being made as he moved. Paul tightened his grip on the edge of his bed and lolled his head back with an orgasmic groan. The teen looked up to see Paul's face twisted with pleasure and hummed sensually, sending delicious vibrations through his cock.

"Mmmh, baby, do that again." Paul moaned delightedly. Richard obliged, a hum without a tune engulfing his length. He felt himself grow harder as unexplainably satisfying sounds slipped from Paul's mouth. Then Ritchie got an idea. He slid his mouth off of Paul's length and wiped away the saliva around his lips.

"Why'd you stop baby?"

"I wanna ride you daddy." Paul smirked  as he noticed the buldge in Richard's tight shorts.

"Well, let's get those awful things off and sit on me lap baby boy." He gestured for Ritchie to stand up. Richard obeyed and wiggled out of his shorts, his arousal slapping against his belly.

"No knickers? Naughty boy." Richard would have had the decency to blush if it had been the first time he stripped for Paul. He eagerly hopped onto his lap and positioned Paul's cock at his entrance.

"Daddy!" Richard shrieked as Paul slammed him down by his hips. He dug his short fingernails into Paul's shirt and scrunched his nose. The sound of Ritchie's ass slapping against Paul's thighs filled the room and complimented thier moans. Richard bounced on his cock in time to Paul thrusting up to him, hitting his prostate perfectly every time.

"Aah! Fuck me harder daddy!"

"That's right, beg your daddy to fuck the shit out of his little slut." Richard tossed his head back as the older rolled his hips into him. He was so close to his release, the knot in his belly tightening until-
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Richard snapped out of his flashback and gazed at the sticky, white mess he had made on his stomach.
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Paul fidgeted nervously in his seat. He tried to string together his words as Elsie walked back from the ladies room and to their table.

"Sorry I took so long, the line for the loo was horrendous." She said dismissively, sitting down in front of Paul. He chuckled nervously and took a hearty swig of his wine to calm himself.

"So what did you want to ask me Paul?"   Paul took a deep breath and let the alcohol loosen his lips.

"Elsie... We've been dating for about a year and a half now, and uhmm... I j-just wanted to thank you."

"Thank me for what Paul?"

"You changed my life for the better, and you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Elsie was trying to read Paul's emotions, a tad confused about what he was on about. Paul swallowed hard and brought a shaking hand to his blazer pocket. He stood up, hoping his knees wouldn't give out beneath him.

"Elsie Starkey," he began, lowering his weight onto a knee and pulling the small box from his pocket, "would you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"
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A/N: im not even done fucking with you guys yet

Still need a bit more time until i can do it though

Also, im thinking about john&yoko being a thing, because i like torturing paul with john being an annoying ass-walrus in his class and because i can

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