-- J O H N --

John held his lips against Paul's for a little longer than intended. He sucked on his bottom lip and stroked Paul's chubby cheek with his thumb.

Paul smiled at this, and found himself running his hand through his hair as he tilted his head to the side with his tongue poking at John's mouth; begging for entrance.

John opened his mouth and let the taste of Paul's peppermint tongue course through his tastebuds. He tasted cool, eccentric. Just like the flavor of peppermint.

They moved their lips in sync. John towered over his friend with his hands cupping his face as he stroked it with one thumb. John was lost in the kiss that he had forgotten he had to be home before Mimi went on a rampage.

He pulled away, catching his breath as he looked into Paul's eyes.

"I better get going," John said, swallowing. "Mimi's going to kick me arse if I'm not 'ome."

Paul nodded. A little saddened by it but he didn't want John to get yelled at---he already dealt with that himself.

John slung his leather jacket over his shoulder, then bent down and placed a kiss on Paul's forehead.

"I'll see you later, 'Macca."

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-- P A U L --

It had been four hours since John had left the McCartney household. Paul was bored, and for some reason, a bit horny.

Looking over at the stack of Playboy magazines, he picked up one and skimmed through it; finding a sexy bird in particular and began to wank his shaft.

"Oh Lucille," he moaned, rubbing his shaft at a faster pace. "Ye are such a tease."

He stared at her breasts as her fingers covered up her nipples. Paul could only think of what John would do to him. He could only think of what he would do if he didn't have to go home so soon.

"John," Paul moaned, finding his shaft to be vibrating against his palm; indicating that he was close to climaxing.

"J-Joh--"

He was cut off by his bedroom door bursting open. Quickly covering up his oozing shaft, he sat down casually; trying to not make it known that he was wanking.

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO LET THAT BOY TOUCH ME PLAYBOYS!" Jim barked, snatching the magazine from the floor. He grimaced, feeling cum on his palm once he touched the front page.

"That bloody git came on fuckin' Playboy." as a result, Paul got slapped in the face; causing the chubby lad to fall to floor.

Paul wiped off his lip, finding blood to be the result of his beating. Shaking his head, he got up and began to prepare for bed.

Just as he was about to slip on his pajama shorts, Mike staggered into the room and turned off the light; plopping himself onto the Army cot he had in the room he and Paul shared.

Sighing, Paul fell back on his bed and closed his eyes; silently praying he'd get to see John the next morning.