The party continued, much to the distaste of the boys. They'd managed to get away from it all but not for long, all too soon they were surrounded by demanding journalists and blinding camera shutters. As the hours ticked by they found themselves separated, subjected to forlorn glances across the room.

"So Mr Starr, how's the album?"

"Is it true that you came up with the name?"

"What's it like working with the famous Lennon/McCartney?"

"What do you do when you're not practicing songs?"

"U-uh, well..." Ringo began, swallowing nervously. "The album is doing well, it should be released soon. I didn't actually come up with the name but it's based on something I said once. Oh John and Paul are great, I usually play chess or marbles whilst they're writing though."

He saw George diagonal from him in a different corner of the room, being swarmed by his own personal group of reporters. Both men gave each other a sad look, prompting George to try and get them both out of this mess as soon as possible. George made his excuses and hid between all the people in front of Ringo.

"Excuse me! Mr Starr!" A voice called out from the crowd. "Won't you come with me?"

"Who's that?" Ringo asked, searching the room for the familiar voice but to no avail.

"Ritchie!" George shouted as he jumped out in front of the older man, making the latter let out a very unmanly shriek. "There ya are! Listen, d'ya wanna get out of here?"

"Geo, don't do that to me! Bloody scared the life out of me!" Ringo swatted the other man's arm playfully, whilst giving a look to the crowd surrounding them. "Yeah, you find John and I'll find Paul. Then we can leave."

Surprisingly, John and Paul weren't all that hard to find. After escaping the frantic reporters, they walked away in opposite directions and scanned the room for either of the two men. They both grumbled when neither could be found and stood outside the door to the toilets.

"You got any idea of where they are?" Ringo asked.

"No I d-wait. D'ya hear that?" George put his ear against the toilet door and smirked, signalling to Ringo to do the same. "Listen."

"O-oh Johnny. Can't you at least wait for us to-mmm..." Paul's muffled voice trembled from behind the door, making the eavesdropping men burst out in peals of laughter.

"Excuse me gentlemen, you're needed out here!" George said into the door, knocking loudly.

A loud clanging noise and two angry whispers were heard. Following a minute or so of muttered frustrated protests, John and Paul both walked out of the toilet with matching red faces. Spotting this from where he was standing, Brian paced over to the men.

"Boys! What are you doing?" He questioned.

"Look, Bri, we've been pestered all evening and we're all bloody tired. Can we leave?" George complained.

"Well..." Brian sighed, fishing his watch out of his pocket and checking the time. "I suppose so, I did say that you could leave after a couple of hours. But you have to do some actual recording tomorrow, alright boys?" He warned.

"Yeah, yeah Eppy. Whatever you say." John yawned, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"That's enough of that John. Now you boys go back to the hotel and get some rest. I'll see you all tomorrow, at the studio." Brian said, leading the men to the exit of the building and waving them off into a sleek black car.

The men scrambled into the car and began to drive off, leaving the annoying reporters and an apologetic Brian behind. Ringo sighed, leaning his head more onto George's shoulder to watch John and Paul murmur quietly with interlocked hands. He looked down at his own hand and silently placed it into George's open palm, the younger man grabbing it and stroking it softly with his thumb.

Soon enough the car reached the hotel, the men shuffling out and thanking the driver, and they made their way up to their suite. Paul reached into his pocket for a key, unlocking the door and immediately getting dragged by John to their room with a giggle. However, Ringo and George stayed in the living room for a moment. Both men were awkward and not sure what to say. I know he's with me now, George thought, but was he just saying that?

"Hey." Ringo whispered, walking up to George so that their faces were inches apart. "Wanna continue from where we left off earlier?"

"Y-yeah." George breathed, blushing deeply all because of the beautiful man who was close to kissing him.

They both leaned in, Ringo letting out a soft whimper, and let their hands roam over the other's body. Ringo settled for keeping his hands in George's hair, pulling slightly when George's tongue licked across his bottom lip whereas George roamed his hands down Ringo's back and onto his arse, kneading it to make the older man's knees tremble and moan.

"L-let's take thi-ooh...to the room, oh Georgie..." Ringo panted as the younger man's lips began their descent on his neck, nibbling and sucking at every inch of skin they came across. The older man pulled George back into the bedroom, who took full control and slammed the older man's back against the door to kiss him harder.

The bed sunk as George landed on it, followed by a half naked Ringo jumping on top of him and kissing him deeply. Another shirt was lost and so were trousers and pants, all being flung onto the floor. Ringo's moans filled the air, which were harmonised with George's grunts and the slapping of skin on skin.

"Georgie! Fuck!"

"R-richtie baby, you feel so good..."

"I'm! Oh, fuck!"

"Me too, me too!"

It all ended too quickly, the two panting men on the bed thought. George pulled out, laying his head on Ringo's chest for a moment to catch his breath. He eventually moved, manoeuvring a sleepy Ringo under the duvet and cuddling up close to him. Their legs locked and they both sighed contently.

"That was, wow." Ringo breathed, snuggling into George's neck.

"That good, huh?" George asked, smiling down at the older man.

"Definitely. We should do that again sometime." Ringo assured, closing his eyes.

"Richtie?" George asked, making the older man open his eyes.

"Yeah, what is it?" Ringo replied, looking up.

"I-I love you."

"I love you too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Now go to sleep, I'm bloody tired after all that." Ringo grumbled and wrapped his arms around a beaming George.

The younger man laid stunned for a moment, not believing that the older man loved him back. Once it sunk in, he grinned and wrapped his arms around his lover's sleeping form. He closed his eyes and drifted off, completely at peace with the world.

The entire suite room still, the two men bundled up in each other's arms. As Ringo snored softly and George murmured in his sleep, they dreamed of being with the other for the rest of their life. Not a thing could ruin their moment, not even John sneaking in again the next morning to take sneaky photographs. Ringo has George and George has Ringo, just that is enough to keep them both going.