-- J O H N --

         They roamed the streets of Liverpool. The crisp, angered breeze hit their skin as they travelled farther and farther into the greenery of a nearby park. It wasn't close to either lad's flat, but it was close enough into the city that if they needed anything to eat or drink, the option was there. John sat down underneath a large tree, pulling Paul down alongside him as they remained holding hands. They sat there, staring out into the distance, letting the darkened sky overcast the dimly lit park.

Paul nestled his head on John's shoulder, the texture of his leather jacket felt cool against his cheek but as he remained resting on the sleeve, a warm tint began to surface on him. He closed his eyes, letting the smell of leather and cigarettes linger in his nose.

"Thank you, John." Paul murmured. "Thank you for getting me out of there. Even if it's for a short while, I really do appreciate ye 'elping me escape."
John wrapped his arm around his friend. "Ye don't have to thank me, mate." the older lad replied. "I would have helped you no matter wha'."

Paul looked up at John from his resting position. "Really?" he asked, his heart skipping a beat.
John looked down at Paul, staring into his hazel eyes. "Really." He used his free hand to cup the younger lad's face and bent his head down; placing his lips on Paul's.

Paul sauntered back slightly. The blush on his face was heating up his body, his heart was beating rapidly. He kissed back, pushing up and forward as he cupped John's face; poking his tongue at his bottom lip, asking for entrance. John obliged, opening his mouth as he allowed Paul to explore it. John moved his lips in sync with Paul's, tasting each other's tongues as they battled for dominance. Paul fell backward, his head resting on one of the roots of the tree, his back on the dirt ground.
    John hovered over Paul for the second time that night, sucking on his bottom lip and stroking his hair back from his forehead. He nipped at Paul's neck. Paul gasped at the feeling of his companion's teeth slightly nipping into his skin, his moist lips dampening the side of his neck.

"I want to make you feel safe," John mumbled. "I want to take you away from the stress." He licked Paul's neck with the tip of his tongue. "I want to help you in anyway that I can. Do ye trust me?" He looked at Paul, wanting an answer.

Paul looked at John and nodded, a sense of ease coursing through his body. He loved the kissing, the gentle caress of his companion's hand running through his hair. When he looked into John's chocolate-brown orbs, he felt like he could trust him. So, he spoke up.

"Yes, John." Paul replied. "I trust ye."

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-- P A U L --

             John smiled, then pecked him on the lips. Paul looked at him after he witnessed a gentle smile curving on John's lips. He stared at him and cupped his slim face, giving him a firm kiss. John kissed back, resuming his previous position with being on top.

He slithered his tongue into Paul's mouth, his elbows propped on either side of his companion's head. "You're so gorgeous," John mumbled. Paul closed his eyes in sheer bliss, letting the older lad's words sink in to the realms of his mind; letting them sleep in the bed of his heart. "I want to see more of you, Paul."

Paul felt his heart skip a beat once again. When John had said this, he couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his body, about the bruises on his back, legs, stomach and wrists. He wasn't sure if John would approve of his cock size.
"I have bruises on my body John," Paul informed the older lad. " 'm fat, and I'm not sure if ye'll like me."

John placed his lips on Paul's lips once more. "I'm sure you look beautiful."
"Ye really think so?" Paul asked, his insecurities eating him alive.

John nodded. "I know so."

Paul let out a puff of air. The cool breeze creating a fog tendril as it left the younger lad's lips.

"Okay." he said. "I'm ready."