"So, how did it go?" Paul asked, paying more attention to the blur of screaming fans that the car was speeding away from. "Did it work? Don't tell me I did all that for nothing."

"Y-yeah. It worked." George admitted with a shy smile. "Bit awkward though, with you flirting at me and all."

"Really George? Y'know I thought that the plan was to completely ignore you." Paul spat sarcastically, still slightly annoyed that Brian had interrupted John and him earlier. "And? Tell me about it!"

"Alright. So, the ring definitely worked but he seemed...uh...very off with me when you two left. He wouldn't talk to me or anything. Just went very quiet and when he did speak to me he was so cold..." George looked down and sighed. "I feel so shitty about it, is it worth talking to him?"

"Y'know that would probably work. Apologise to him and all, then tell him how you feel. If he's jealous then he's more likely to feel the same." Paul gave a small smile and wrapped his arm around George's shoulder. "Hey, look at that! We're almost there! This place looks dead fancy!"

Both men pushed their faces against the window as they got a glimpse of the hotel where the party would be held. The car halted and the two men staggered out, just behind John and Ringo, but they didn't say a word to the other.

"It's as I was saying mate, he didn't mean it and if he did the-" John started, but was interrupted by Paul.

"Who didn't mean what?" Paul asked, creeping up behind John and pushing past him so he was in front of everybody.

"N-n-nothing Paul!" Ringo answered, face flushing instantly and his eyes locking onto George's.

"Boys! There you are, c'mon! You're late!" Brian paced out from the hotel and began ushering the men inside. "Everyone's waiting! Hurry up!"

The men were led into a large room, filled with reporters and photographers. They all simultaneously sighed, dreading the entire evening. Brian rubbed his hands with glee, looking at the others with his eyes questioning if they were okay, only to be met with nervous smiles and murmurs of protest.

"Listen boys, you only need to stay for a couple hours. As soon as that's gone, you're free to leave. I'm sorry that I have to drag you here but you know how big you're getting and it's a part of that. I'll see you later and if not then, I'll see you tomorrow." Brian smiled and walked away to one of the far corners of the room.

"Right, you heard him. Who wants a drink?" John turned and addressed the other men in front of him. He was met with nods and sighs of relief, so he made his way over to the bar.

"Paul! Paul McCartney! Over here!" A reporter called over the loud chatter and ran over to the men. "Can I ask you some questions?"

"Oh yeah, course." Paul replied cheerily, before turning to the two men behind him. "You lads can go if you like. Johnny'll be back with drinks soon."

The two men said their goodbyes and walked over to the side of the room, away from all the people. George turned to Ringo, slyly checking him out. Damn, he thought, he looks good in a suit.

"Are you okay?" George's voice pulled Ringo out of his thoughts. "You seem awful down, you wanna talk about it?"

"Y-yeah but can we go outside? I need a smoke anyroad." Ringo asked and George nodded in response. Both men began to eye the groups of people for Brian and when he couldn't be seen they quickly exited the room.

The two men made their way into a corridor, George leaning against the wall opposite to Ringo.

"So." George began once Ringo had lit up his cigarette. "Are you okay?"

"No actually, I'm not." Ringo sighed, smoke softly swirling out of his mouth. He gripped his cigarette between his fingers and hung his head down, shoulder slumping as he stared at his feet.

"Aw Ritchie, what's wrong? Please tell me, I hate seeing you like this y'know." George asked, his heart sinking as he saw how upset Ringo looked. Fuck, he thought, I messed it up.

"It may sound stupid but y'know that John's with Paul, right?" Ringo looked up suddenly and his eyes burned into George's. "How come Paul was touching you up earlier? What's all that about?"

"I-I'm sorry Ritchie. I dunno why I let it happen. Paul suggested it and I just went along with it, I didn't mean t-"

"You didn't answer my question." Ringo interrupted George's stammering and apologetic hand gestures. "Answer me."

"Well, I was just trying to test things, y'know?" George answered, moving next to Ringo, who deliberately blew smoke in his face and the younger man spluttered in response.

"Test things? What things?" Ringo demanded, his eyes filling with confusion.

Right, George thought, here goes nothing. The younger man started subconsciously moving closer to the other, gulping as what he was about to do sunk in. Ringo didn't notice and took his cigarette out of his mouth.

"These things." George muttered as he took a deep breath, leaned in and kissed the man in front of him.

Fireworks filled either man's senses as their lips touched. Ringo was still for a moment, taken aback, but quickly came back to reality and grabbed at George's hair with his hands. Seconds turned into minutes and lips turned into tongues, all time and thoughts slipping away as whimpers and soft moans filled their ears.

"G-g-geo..." Ringo panted breathlessly as the other man pulled away. "W-wha-"

"Oi, boyfriends! Stop shagging and get back in here!" John called down the corridor, smirking as he saw how wrapped up together they were. "Eppy's gonna wonder where you are in a minute!"

The other two men promptly blushed and followed John back into the room. They passed Brian on the way and smiled reassuringly. John sauntered over to Paul with a grin, the other two men standing across from them and giving each other shy smiles.

"So, guess what I just saw Paulie?" John smirked, nudging Paul's side.

"Whatever did you see Johnny?" Paul chuckled, playing along and passing out drinks.

"Well, my eyesight may be wrong as it usually is, I saw a certain two lovebirds awfully close to each other outside!"

"Did you now? I wonder who those two lovebirds could possibly be?" Paul raised his eyebrows and looked at the other two intently.

"Oi, leave it out." George glared jokingly.

"Alright, alright. What were you two doing out there then?" John questioned, after almost inhaling all the beer from his glass.

"We were just, y'know, kissing." George blushed, looking at Ringo and their faces reddening even more.

"Knew it." John whispered to Paul.

"Anyroad, I guess a congratulations must be in order for the happy couple?" John asked, grinning once again.

"C-couple...?" Ringo paled and looked at George, who was just as distressed.

"Well Ritchie, you wanna be my man?" George turned to the man next to him hopefully.

Ringo looked back at him and nodded, smiling hugely. George, knowing he couldn't do much to express his happiness due to all the people, moved closer to Ringo so he could hold his hand discreetly.

"Maybe we could...uh...continue that kiss later, huh?" Ringo whispered in George's ear.

I can't believe this is real, George thought.

"Told you so! Pay up mate!" Paul gleefully declared and held his hand out to John, who begrudgingly put £20 onto it. "Ta!" He grinned.

The four men smiled and clinked glasses, ignoring all of the photographers around them. In this moment it was just them, not reporters or flashing cameras or screaming fans. It was always just them, the fab four, and it always will be.