It had been a couple years since Ringo and George had gotten together. Anyone would've thought that their love diminished over time but it only grew as the days went by. They were on top of the world, travelling for months on end and playing concerts every night. It was exhausting but it was their job, so they enjoyed it.

Screams filled the air as Paul thanked the audience and the men made their way off of the stage. They walked into a backroom and put all their instruments to the side so they could be packed up by the roadies later, then they sat down and all simultaneously got their lighters out.

"Oi Johnny, you got a smoke for me?" Paul asked, making his way over to the older man and fluttering his eyelashes.

"Might do. Why should I give it to you?" John challenged, grinning as he placed a cigarette in his own mouth.

"Because...because you love me." Paul smiled slyly and moved himself so he was standing in between John's legs. "Please?"

"Oh alright, here ya go." John pulled another cigarette out of his pack and pecked Paul on the lips before putting the cigarette in his mouth.

"Ta Johnny." Paul smiled but stayed where he is, watching his lover with a glint in his eye.

"Hey, Georgie." Ringo said, snapping the younger man out of his thoughts. "You were good tonight."

"Really?" George raised an eyebrow. "Could barely hear me over the screams!"

"Yeah, well I heard you. Thought you were really good."

"Thank ya luv, that means a lot to me." George replied, making Ringo blush at the nickname.

"Boys!" Brian called as he burst into the room, making the men jump slightly. "You were great! The man who runs this stadium loved it so much he wants to pay you double to do it again tomorrow night!" Brian smiled with glee and laughed giddily.

"That's amazing!" John said, in awe.

The men could barely comprehend what was going on, their manager was beaming at them in the doorway. Wow, Ringo thought, we're gonna be rich!

"Where are we lads?" John suddenly called as he leaped out of his seat and startled Paul, who was still standing in front of him.

"We're at the top Johnny!" Paul called back, making the other men smile as they understood what John was doing.

"Where's that?" John challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"The toppermost of the poppermost!" The rest of the men finished and everyone began cheering and laughing loudly.

The celebrations lasted all night long. Once the men had been escorted by Brian back to the hotel, they all collapsed onto the floor. Not surprisingly John procured a large bottle of champagne and opened it, spraying it all over the room and making the other men cheer. The next morning when men woke up in their respective beds, their memories of the night before were hazy.

"Wow...must've drunk a lot, huh." George croaked, turning over in his bed to face Ringo.

"Y-yeah. Definitely." Ringo agreed, locking eyes with the younger man and gripping onto his hand tightly. "I'm so happy you're here, y'know?"

"I know. Same for me." George assured, reaching for Ringo's cheek and pulling him in for a kiss.

The two laid there and kissed for a moment, letting all their troubles melt away around them. Sadly the moment didn't last long, as Brian knocked on the door and told them to get up and go rehearse for the concert that night. The two men reluctantly left each other to go and get ready, giving each other a sad smile.

Time went by sluggishly whilst the men were, as per usual, ushered into the back of a car by their frantic manager and raced down to the studio at full speed. George felt for his pocket and let his hand stroke against the small box inside briefly, giving him something to look forward to and calming his nerves slightly.

Brian marched them into the studio and left to go and sit up in the recording booth with George Martin, giving them a little thumbs up as he went. Shit, George suddenly thought, is this the right time? What if this messes everything up?

"Georgie, you okay?" Ringo asked as he looked at his visibly nervous lover, concern clear in his eyes.

"Hm?" George asked, too distracted to notice who was talking to him. "U-uh, I'm fine."

"Sure?" Ringo questioned, to which George only nodded. "If you say so."

"C'mon boys!" Brian's voice shouted over the tannoy, making everyone jump. "Don't just stand there, play something!"

"Uh, Bri?" George asked hesitantly and raised to his feet. "Am I allowed to do somethin' 'fore we start?" His hand brushed against the little box again and he gulped.

"Oh, course you can George. Make it quick though." Brian replied as he leant back in his chair, certain that this wouldn't really be important to him.

"R-R-Ritchie?" George turned to face the older man and smiled shyly at him. "Can I ask ya somethin'?"

"Sure Georgie, whatever you want." Ringo replied, blushing under the intense stares of his lover and the two other men in the room.

"O-okay, well..." George began and pulled at his collar worriedly. "U-uh..." He trailed off, unsure of where to start and looked at Paul for guidance. The bass guitarist smiled and gave him a sly thumbs up, which spurred the younger man on.

"Right, Ritchie. I barely know where to begin..." He stopped again, this time to smile at the older man and clear his throat. "I've known ya for, fuck, what feels like forever but is only just a couple years. Now believe me, I love ya with all my heart and I'm sure ya know that already." George picked his gaze off of the floor and put it back on his lover, who was smiling and blushing hard at his words.

"I know we can't technically do this, seeing as it's all against the law and all..." George then got down on one knee and pulled the box out of his pocket, opening it flat on his palm so the shiny ring was out for all to see. "But d'ya wanna add another ring to your collection and maybe...uh marry me?" He waited silently for a reply, not looking anywhere but the floor.

"O-oh Georgie. I- fuck, I can't believe...oh. Yes, a million times yes!" Ringo cried before launching himself at his lover and sobbing into his shoulder.

Ringo moved his head back so he was looking the younger man in the face and kissed him, hard. He poured every ounce of love into this kiss, feeling the same being given back to him. George let his arms hold on tight to Ringo's back, smiling slightly as he heard John and Paul's noises of congratulation in the background.

Much later, when the two were snuggled up in bed together, George admired how the ring shone in the moonlight that was pouring in through a crack in the curtains and smiled widely. Ringo placed his head on the younger man's chest and sighed contently, closing his eyes and drifting off like the man below him was. As the two lovers slept peacefully, they realised in their dreams that it was George and Ringo, and that's all it always will be.

THE END