Paul turned his head over his shoulder, seeing John stand at the doorway; his hand on the doorknob while the other clenched in a fist. The younger lad's heart stopped. He didn't know what to say.

    "What the fuck is going on here?" John growled. Ringo slowly climbed off of Paul, staggering towards the dresser as he took a swig of whiskey; glaring at John in the process.

   "I just fucked your boy." Ringo said in an amused tone. "And he loved every minute of it. He had such a tight asshole. I can see why you fuck him so much."

    "Why you little fu---" John took hold of Ringo's hair and pulled it back; causing the blue-eyed man to look up at John's enraged facial expression.

   "John, stop!"

John turned his head to the right and saw his baby boy look at him with frightened eyes. The older man couldn't resist, Paul was just too adorable.

Sighing, John said: "Get dressed, and go to the car."

   Paul obeyed, slipping his boxers, jeans, dress shirt and shoes on as he exited the room; giving John and Ringo more time alone.

Once John was certain that his little prince was gone, he slammed Ringo's back against the wall. He clenched his grasp on Ringo's arms and glared at him in a hateful, cruel manner.

"Just because George got himself a good pussy to fuck," John growled, "doesn't mean you get to touch what's mine."

He let go of the drunken man in front of him and began to walk, glaring at Ringo as he reached the doorway.

   "Why don't we have a little arrangement?" Ringo asked. John stopped in his tracks, turning on his heel to face the person who just fucked Paul.

   "What?" John asked.

"Why don't we make an arrangement?" Ringo repeated, stepping closer to the real-estate agent. "Why don't we have a threesome? That way Paul could have two daddies."

  John scoffed. "Yeah, no thanks. Paul is mine. Go suck Keith Richard's dick for all I care." He began to walk out of the room, when Ringo stopped him once again.

"I'll pay you."

   Turning his head over his shoulder, John sighed. "How much would you pay for this to happen?"

"As much as you want." Ringo replied, clasping his hands together. "Just as long as I get to fuck that hot mess of yours."

   John shook his head. "I'll think about it," he said, "but if it happens it'll only happen once."

Ringo nodded. "Alright."

"Until I call you to agree or disagree with the deal," John stated, yanking Ringo by his hair once again. "You don't touch what's mine. Got it?"

Ringo gulped. "Got it."

   With that, John finally walked out of the Starkeys' household and slammed the front door behind him. He wasn't going to give in to Ringo's arrangement. He wanted Paul to himself.

Slamming the driver's side door of the car, John started the vehicle and began to drive.

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"Why did you allow him to fuck you?" John asked after an hour of driving. Paul fidgeted with his fingers nervously.

"I was drunk." Paul replied, feeling guilty as soon as the words left his mouth.

John purses his lips, exhaling a breath. "You know he wants to do a threesome with both of us." Paul's eyes widened, and as he looked at his lover with a shocked expression, he wondered if Ringo had gone mad. Back at the pub, when he and George were endlessly in love, Ringo had told Paul that he'd never be open to a threesome; for the sex was supposed to be for them only.

"I told him I'd think about it." John stated bitterly. "But I won't take it."

"Why not?" Paul asked.

John swerved the car to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes.

"I don't want anyone pleasing ye the way I am." John sighed. "I welcome you into me life, me home and this is what I fucking get? You going off and letting a drunk pansy tie ye up and fuck yer brains out? You're mine Paul. You're mine to take care of. Nobody else's."

Paul looked at him in surprise, but then he looked down at his legs; perplexed.

"We never made it official, John." Paul replied after a moment of silence. "Our relationship isn't even one. We just slept together, had a couple of good shags and meals together."

The doe-eyed lad shrugged. "I didn't see it as a thing. 'M sorry."

John grabbed his keys and turned off the car, looking at Paul in disappointment.

"If you don't see those things as being a part of a relationship, then you can sleep on the streets for all I care."

"John, I'm s--"

"Get out." John cut him off, placing his hand in front of his face to interrupt him.

Without a word, Paul opened the door and slammed it shut; leaving John to speed off and never look back.

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