A/N: Enjoi this random doodle of our favorite cinnamon roll. (The yaoi-esque hands were unintentional)

Five Years Ago
America

The distinguished clack of polished wood on wood rang through the courtroom.

Paul's head shot up at the sound of a man's voice.

"The jury has concluded to a five year jail sentence for your acts of pedophilia upon Jane Asher's underage daughter. Have you anything to say before we lock you up?" The judge's stern voice echoed in the otherwise silent courtroom.

Paul cocked his head slightly

Then his lips slowly curled into a twisted grin.

His voice was menacingly slow and soft.

"She was tighter than her mum."
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"So he just... Dropped it?" George arched his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah, I uhm just begged him and he gave in." Ritchie lied, shrugging his shoulders. George had just asked why Richard wasn't grounded after Paul caught them. He kinda left out the part where he may or may not have sorta choked on Paul's cock so he wouldn't get in trouble.

"Well, I'm just glad Paul didn't murder us." He nuzzled his face into Ritchie's side as they sat on the couch.

"Ha... Yeah." Richard trailed off.

George moved his face to Ritchie's ear, latching onto it with his teeth gently. He giggled and tried to push him off playfully.

"Georgie, that tickles."

"But you're cute when you giggle." George pouted as he crawled onto his partner's lap. Richard blushed and pulled George's lips to his own, trying to forget about what happened just yesterday.

But he couldn't. Even as he snogged his boyfriend, Ritchie couldn't forget the oddly satisfying spark he felt with Paul. It's not that he didn't love George, because he did, but kissing Paul was different. And he was right. Right about the thrill of knowing how blissfully wrong it was. It was a kind of feeling that even his boyfriend of nearly four years couldn't fulfill. But even then, this was his mother's boyfriend who was ten eight years older than he was. Richard didn't know what to think about the whole situation.

"You okay Ritchie?" Richard blinked and eyed George's confused look.

"Yeah, uhm why?"

"Nothing. You just seemed a bit out of it."

"Sorry, just tired." He lied. George's questioning features went mock-pouty in a matter of seconds.

"Too tired to love your boyfriend?" Richard rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around George's neck.

"Never, you goof." George hugged back tightly.

"Mmmh, I love you Ritch." He mumbled into Richard's shoulder.

"Love you too." They just sat like that for a while, until George's phone began to ring. He groaned and held it to his ear.

"Hello? ...Oh, okay. See you in a bit." Then he hung up. "That was me mum. She wants me to come home cos I didn't finnish my chores." George shrugged. He gave Ritchie a small peck on the lips before standing up.

"Bye Gear. See you at school tomorrow."

"See ya!" Richard heard the sound of the front door closing and walked to his room. On his way there he heard faint guitar chords that seemed to come from his mother's room. He crept up to the door and pressed his ear against it. What he couldn't see was Paul was on the other side, with a pad of paper on the bed and guitar in his hands. Paul finnished writing his last lyric and began to strum.

Well he was just seventeen,
If you know what I mean.
And the way he looked, was way beyond compare.
How could I dance with another?
Woo
When I saw him standing there.

Richard gasped and ran into his room, locking the door. There was no doubt that Paul had written a song about him. He didn't realize he was pacing until he heard his mother's voice.

"Ritchie! Paul! I'm home and I've brought takeaway!"

(((((Time skip sponsored by the heated argument on how to properly pronounce 'caramel' and 'data' going on in my Spanish class)))))

"Richard, you haven't touched your food. Are you feeling alright?" Ritchie looked up from his chow mein to see both his mother and Paul staring at him.

"Yeah-no, I-I mean uhm, I'm not really hungry. So I'm just gonna go to bed." He stood up quickly and made his way to his room.

"But it's six 'o clock." Paul said.

"Good night!" Richard closed the door and hid under his blankets.
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A/N: Oh the shit I have planned for this.

Control yourself Moose, not just yet *grins evilly whilst rubbing hands together*

MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Yay daddy kink,
Moose xoxo