George's hands were shaking as he fumbled with the lock. He could feel Ringo's breath against the back of his neck, making him shiver. His hands were on his hips, holding him lightly. George's heart was beating in his throat, making him feel nauseous and dizzy. He could barely even keep standing. He was so nervous.

When he missed the keyhole for the sixth time, Ringo reached over and laid his hand over his. The hotness of his hand, which pressing against his own, made the younger man blush. Ringo held his hand still as he guided the key into the hole and turned it, unlocking the door finally. George let out a shaky laugh and looked over his shoulder with an apologetic smile, feeling stupid for needing help with something as simple as unlocking the door. Ringo only smiled at him, not minding it one bit and leaned in to give him a quick kiss.

The warmth of Ringo's hand slid away and moved back to his hip. He gently turned the other man's body around so he was facing him and pressed him with his back against the door. He cupped his cheek in his hand and kissed him again, his teeth pulling at George's bottom lip. The younger man moaned in return and reached for the doorknob behind him, digging into his back. He turned it and pushed Ringo off him half-heartedly, before opening the door. He'd rather not fall into the room and get hurt. He wanted this to be painless and as close to perfect as possible.

"I'd say sorry for the mess, but..." George whispered, not being able to speak any louder due to his every thumping heart, his voice dying off. Ringo smiled at that and moved past the younger man as George stepped aside to let him in. He watched with a nervous grimace as Ringo stepped into the apartment and looked around. He took his time, looking around and in every corner, taking in his surroundings, but he never turned around to George, leaving him in the dark as to what he was thinking. George hoped he liked it.

The apartment wasn't much. He could live here with Paul, but the rooms were small and a bit dark, even with the larger windows at the front of the building. The living room consisted of nothing more than a couch, a coffee table, a small chair and a television. In the corner stood a bass and a guitar next to a record player. On the wooden floor laid a cheap rug, which had seen better days.

On the other side was a small dining table with four cheap, wooden chairs around it and a plant in the middle of it, which, George noted, was in need of some water. Behind it was a door to the kitchen and two to his and Paul's bedrooms. Still, it was clean, which was something Paul made sure off. However, it was hardly anything compared to Ringo's small, but cosy and nice-looking apartment.

"You play the bass?" Ringo asked, finally spotting the instrument. George chuckle and stepped inside as well, closing the door behind him.

"It's er... it's Paul's, actually." He said, scratching himself on the head awkwardly, "It's left handed. I wouldn't know what to do with it, honestly. The guitar is mine, though." Ringo nodded at that and finally turned around to look at the other side of the room. George stopped himself from sighing as he noticed a light smile on the other man's lips.

"So? What do you think?" George asked softly. Ringo's eyes lowered to look him in the eye and his smile broadened. He stepped closer and placed his hands back on George's hips and pulled him closer again. George simply went with him, chuckling.

"I like it. Smells like you."

"Oh... sounds a bit creepy. Should I be afraid you'll murder me in my sleep?"

"Only if you want me too." Ringo joked and George reached up for him, cupping his head in his hands and pulling him up to look at him, before leaning down. Ringo moaned as their lips met, brushing against each other teasingly. His fingers tightened their grip on him, pulling the younger man flush against him, his knee between George's to spread his legs apart.

"Do you want to see my bedroom? Smells even more like me." George asked and Ringo laughed.

"Love to." He replied before he kissed him again.

               George made sure to lock the front door before leading Ringo to his bedroom. You could never be too careful in this neighbourhood and he knew Paul had his own key with him, so they wouldn't be disturbed. Ringo was chuckling like a schoolgirl as they stumbled across the apartment, excited about what was coming up next. George was relieved Ringo had liked the apartment. He knew it was only a small thing, but at least it meant Ringo would be comfortable here if he wanted to come over and stay the night.

As they reached the bedroom, George gave Ringo some space to look around. There wasn't much to see. Just a double bed with black sheets and a few movie poster and band posters on the wall. Yes, he was a bit of a fanboy.

"Monty Python?" Ringo asked as he noticed one of the movie posters. George blushed, hoping Ringo would approve, and nodded.

"They're funny." He said with a shrug. Ringo smiled at him and planted a light kiss on his nose.

"You're really adorable for a stripper." He said and George laughed, trying to ignore the dryness in his throat.

"Ever seen it? The movie?" George asked and when Ringo shook his head, he couldn't help but gasp. "We're so going to watch it together. It's brilliant. You'll love it, I swear!"

"It looks medieval."

"It is! It's about king Arthur and his knights and the search for the holy grail. You also have another movie which is about this guy Brian being mistaken for Jesus. It's hilarious. The church didn't like it of course, which makes it even better." George said, letting go off Ringo as he noticed one of them was hanging slightly on an angle. He quickly fixed it and when he turned around he could see Ringo staring at him. He blushed even redder.

"I'm sorry," he said, "Probably not why you're here." Ringo snickered at that and wrapped his arms around George's waist, kissing him briefly, before whispering into his ear.

"I'd love to watch it with you." George smiled, his heart speeding up again, grateful that Ringo was actually willing to do that for him. He wanted to say he was sweet and kind and even adorable himself, but the words wouldn't leave his mouth. So, instead he kissed him again, eagerly and passionately.

Ringo responded immediately, holding George closer and parting his lips, before sneaking his tongue into George's mouth to explore. George moaned softly and pressed with his hands against Ringo's chest, pushing the younger man towards the double bed, which was waiting so invitingly for them.

               They landed onto the bed together, George straddling Ringo's thighs, their lips still connected.

"Do you want this?" Ringo breathed heavily once they finally pulled away. George licked his lips and nodded as he stared at the older man's face, taking in every little detail about him, until he got lost in his eyes.

"Please." He muttered and Ringo groaned at that. He cupped George's cheek in his hand and caressed it gently with his thumb as he lifted his head to kiss him again. George kissed him back eagerly, letting out a moan of his own as he lowered himself onto Ringo's lap, right on top of his crotch.

"Shit..." Ringo groaned and George chuckled against his lips, "I'm so damn lucky." George didn't say anything in reply and bit his lip as he sat up, letting his entire weight drop onto Ringo, who only moaned again. He took Ringo's hand, which was still on his cheek, and lowered it, dragging it over his body and down to his crotch, where he dropped it. Ringo got the hint right away and started to work on getting them off. George watched him work as he lightly rolled with his lips like he'd sometimes do to the clients, knowing what it did to them. Sure enough, Ringo groaned again, his own hips chanting up to meet his movements, making George bob up and down.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Ringo asked as he eased the belt through the loophole. George didn't reply and simply continued to do the same movement over and over again as Ringo worked on getting his trousers off, bobbing up and down like he was riding him.

Once Ringo finally managed to unbutton his trousers and pull them down as far as they could go, he stopped. He leaned over Ringo, placing his hands on either side of his head and raised up his bum so Ringo could pull them down. He helped him with the last part, kicking them off and to the ground, all the while looking into Ringo's mesmerising blue eyes. Slowly, he lowered himself back down and pulled away again. Ringo didn't say anything and simply watched George move until he would get his next order, looking like an eager puppy. George smirked at him and moved his hand down, over his shoulder and chest and finally belly, until her reached the hem of his shirt. He tugged at it lightly and almost right away, Ringo sat up as well to take it off.

Their mouths were close now, taking in the same air, and their eyes were mere inches away as they held each other's gazes. George moved to wrap his legs around Ringo's waist, liking this position even more. He watched quietly as Ringo took off his shirt and threw it aside, leaving him bare chested. The other man rested his hands on George's smooth thighs, drawing teasing little circles, which made George gasp. Next, the latter went for his own shirt, first taking off the sweater he had brought along with him in case he gotten cold and finally his work shirt, which already covered almost nothing. Ringo let out a quiet gasp as George sat almost naked in his lap, legs wrapped tightly around him.

Slowly, Ringo's hands started to move, sliding up George's thighs and over his naked belly to his chest. George closed his eyes for a second, letting out a deep breath as he relaxed under Ringo's fingertips. Suddenly, he felt a pair of lips against his chest, kissing him there and dragging upwards until he reached a nipple. George let out a gasp and arched his back as he felt Ringo's lips close around one. His tongue flicked over it, before he started to suckle.

"Oh." George moaned, his fingers moving up into Ringo's hair, playing with it and encouraging him to continue, as he rocked his hips slightly back and forth, rubbing his arse over his hardening cock. Ringo's hands caressed his body, his chest, his belly, his sides, his back and moved lower until he grabbed his arse, squeezing gently. George could only moan and started moving quicker, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants with need. Ringo's fingers played teasingly with the waistband of his underwear and pulled it back to expose a bit of skin. George pulled Ringo's face up to kiss him, as his own hands moved down to work at Ringo's own trousers.

"I-I want this. I want you." George whispered hotly as he moved up on his knees to take off Ringo's trousers. Ringo's own hands moved off him to help as he nodded, his teeth moving to nibble at George's ear.

"Okay. Okay," he mumbled, "Okay." George nodded and slid down Ringo's legs to take off his underwear as well and asked Ringo to grab the lube. It was in the drawer of his night stand. Ringo nodded and with trembling hands, he managed to find it, but not before almost knocking a lamp to the floor. George didn't say anything about it, though, and took off Ringo's socks and shoes, before doing his own and taking off his own underwear. When he looked up at Ringo, he blushed as he saw him staring at his erect cock, which was dangling between his legs. He closed his them and awkwardly moved over to Ringo, who was still staring at him, taking in every detail of his naked body. It made George self-conscious.

"God..." Ringo moaned, reaching for him with both hands and George smiled broadly. He took Ringo's hands and let him pull him towards him, melting against him as soon as he was safely sitting in his lap again. "So fucking lucky I am." Ringo mumbled and George blushed again, but this time not of embarrassment. He swiftly leaned in and kissed Ringo again as he took Ringo by his wrists and moved his hands to his bum. Ringo let out another groan as he touched his naked skin.

"I'm glad you approve." George muttered and Ringo smiled at him. A curious finger moved between George's arse cheeks and the younger man gasped in surprise as the finger ran along it and the nail caught at his rim.

"I could listen to you for hours." Ringo moaned and George chuckled at that, before kissing him and giving into Ringo, only groaning and moaning as Ringo lubed up his fingers and started prepare him.

               George couldn't think straight as Ringo pressed another finger inside of him, all the way until it wouldn't go any deeper. He felt so full and ready, but Ringo refused to give into him just yet. He wanted to do this properly, damn him. George just wanted to get on with it, his cock leaking between their sweaty bodies and his hole pulling eagerly at the three fingers inside him.

"Please..." He tried again, cocking his head to the side to give Ringo more space as the older man started to suckle on the crook of his neck, marking him with tiny little love bites. He knew it was futile. Ringo had been doing this to him for almost fifteen minutes and it was driving him insane. However, this time it seemed that even Ringo was starting to feel impatient, for his retreated his fingers and grabbed George's hips tightly, lifting him up.

"You sure you're ready?" He asked, sounding almost out of breath. George nodded quickly and bit his lip as he placed his hands on Ringo's shoulders for support. His thighs were burning, but he could manage. At least, stripping was good for something. Strong thighs, apparently.

"Just relax." Ringo moaned and slowly he eased George down, the head of his cock nudging against the younger man's hole. George moaned at the feeling and reached down to keep Ringo up straight as he moved down onto it. The first bit was the hardest. It was difficult to line it up properly and often they'd miss, which made them both groan of frustration. However, finally, after many tries, they got it and slowly the head slid into George's spreading him open even more.

"Oh... Oh fuck." George moaned, letting his head drop onto Ringo's shoulder as he tried to concentrate. His body felt hot and was trembling as he was split open by Ringo's cock. He was large and thick, making the stretch slightly uncomfortable. Ringo seemed to notice and started to caress George's back as he helped him sit down, whispering sweet encouragements in his ear. It took them some time, but finally, George felt Ringo's bare thighs against his own and the older man was fully inside him. He let out a deep sigh of relief and laughed lightly.

"Oh shit... you feel so good." Ringo moaned, making George laugh even more and Ringo gently caressed his cheek as he massaged his lower back with his other free hand. George moaned at the feeling, his body relaxing and getting used to the feeling of being filled this way. "You okay?" Ringo asked, taking deep breaths to calm himself. George opened his eyes and nodded as their eyes locked. Ringo smiled kindly at him and leaned up to kiss him as he gently rolled his hips up into George. The younger man let out a low groan and screwed his eyes shut again, only to quickly open them once more as Ringo whispered his name. He moved again, gently and carefully, studying George's face signs that would tell him when he was doing something good or bad.

George sighed as his body slowly began to get used to the feeling. His fingers twitched against Ringo's shoulder, his nails occasionally digging in. God, it felt good. Strange, but good. He took a deep breath and raised himself up a little before lowering down again. The drag of Ringo's cock against his insides felt good, so he did it again. And again. And again, gaining more and more confidence with every move. Ringo was panting into his ear, still muttering praises, but they were inaudible, being barely anything more than a grumble.

               Soon, the uncomfortableness started to ebb away and George began to get bolder, moving up and down Ringo's cock at a slightly faster pace, tightening around him every so often, squeezing him in a way that made Ringo curse. His cock was twitching between them, eager to be touched and as if Ringo had read his thoughts, a hand wrapped itself around it, jerking him slowly in time with his own movements.

"You're perfect, Geo. So beautiful. Come on." Ringo muttered, taking George's hip to help him move and change his angle. George moaned in reply and when Ringo's cock finally hit that spot inside him, he gasped and cried out Ringo's name.

"Oh shit!" He hissed and moved up and down again, impaling himself on Ringo's cock and making him hit that spot inside him over and over again with every movement. Ringo was panting heavily, his lips parted and eyes fluttering close every so often. The hand on George's cock sped up and tightened, giving more friction. He could feel himself getting close, that familiar tightness swelling low in his belly. He told Ringo, who could only nod to let know he was too. The older man flicked his wrists a few times, and George sped up his moves even more, riding Ringo eagerly and wantonly, until finally...

"OH Yes! Richie!" George shouted and right away Ringo pulled down his head to kiss him, his hand continuing to move and his hips rolling upwards, fucking George through his orgasm. The younger man melted in his arms, his legs tightening around Ringo's waist, continuously panting his name as he spilled himself over Ringo's hand, smearing both their bellies white. He was trembling and shaking, his arse constricting around Ringo's cock, milking him and pulling him in even deeper and finally, Ringo couldn't hold back anymore. He plunged his tongue into George's hot mouth and moaned as he came, shuddering and spasming beneath George. George came with one last squirt at the feeling of Ringo losing himself within him, coming and giving over to pleasure.

"You're amazing." George moaned as their lips parted, his hands caressing Ringo's face as Ringo's eyes rolled back in his head and his body gave in, falling against George's, making him chuckle.

               Ringo and George didn't say much after that, both feeling too exhausted. Ringo only said he was relieved Paul had been willing to stay behind a bit longer and George had only been able to nod and chuckle in agreement, remembering all the times he had had to listen to Paul and Jane go at it in the room next to his. There was a reason why he always listened to music through his earplugs when he went to bed. You never knew what was going to happen in the other room.

The men lay down onto George's bed, panting and catching their breath until they got cold. George slid out of bed and kissed Ringo lazily, before slipping on his bathrobe and going to the bathroom he shared with Paul to get them a wet towel to clean themselves. When he got back, Ringo pulled him onto the bed, took the towel from him and began to clean them both, taking advantage when he realised George was slightly ticklish. However, soon George felt his body start to complain, so he took the towel from Ringo and threw it away. When Ringo pouted, he simply kissed him and crawled with him beneath the covers.

"Night, Richie." He hummed, curling up against the older man and nuzzling his head underneath Ringo's arms pit. The older man sighed and kissed the top of his head.

"Good night, luv." He whispered and let out a yawn, before closing his eyes.

               Ringo couldn't sleep, which was, of course, ridiculous. His body was exhausted, but his mind couldn't find any rest. He tried not to move too much or breathe too loudly, fearing he'd wake up George, but he was getting restless. He had planned on telling George about the bachelor party tonight, but there hadn't been a right moment. Except, there had been plenty. He could have easily taken George aside to talk to him about it, but hadn't. He should have. He should have done what John had told him, but he hadn't. He was a fucking coward.

He stretched himself out on the bed and decided to get himself something to drink. Maybe even a cup of tea if it wasn't too much work. He untangled himself from George's grasp and slid out of bed. He spotted George's bathrobe and pulled it on. He'd rather not run into Paul naked.

He softly tiptoed out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him. It was completely dark in the little living room, but his eyes were already used to the lack of light, so he was fine. He easily moved past the furniture and guessed that the door nearest to the dining table was the way to the kitchen. He gently opened the door, just in case this was Paul's room, and was welcomed by a flood of light.

"George?" Paul's voice came from the room and for a second Ringo thought he had picked wrong, but then he saw this was very obviously the kitchen. He smiled when Paul turned around to him and raised a shy hand as a greeting. "Oh. Ringo."

"Sorry. I- I thought you were asleep." Ringo said, but Paul shook his head and smiled.

"No. It's fine. Came for a cup of tea as well?" he asked and only now did Ringo see he was making himself one. He nodded and Paul quickly grabbed another mug and poured him one as well. Ringo hovered awkwardly by the door. Paul was wearing his pajamas probably. A pair of boxer briefs and a short-sleeved white shirt. Of course, Paul would feel comfortable enough to walk around without proper pants. The guy was a stripper!

"Don't just stand there. Come and sit down. I won't bite." Paul told him as he turned around with two steamy mugs of tea in his hands. Ringo nodded and took a seat at the breakfast bar. Paul handed him one of the mugs and leaned onto the bar as he took a sip. When Ringo looked up at him, he grinned.

"Enjoyed yourself?" He asked and Ringo blushed, making Paul laugh. "No need to get shy. I'm happy George finally found someone to do that with. He deserved someone in his life, you know."

"I suppose..." Ringo replied, unsure of how to act. He liked George's friends. He really did. But being alone with them, he still felt nervous and a bit out of place. He wasn't sure how to act around them. He wanted them to like him for George, but wasn't sure how to do it. Except with John. That was a bit easier. He wondered why. Perhaps they just hit it off. Thinking of John...

"Can I... Can I ask a perhaps stupid question?" Ringo asked, taking a sip of the tea Paul had given him as well. God, that was good. Really what he had needed at that moment. Paul shrugged.

"Sure." He said and Ringo looked down into his tea.

"I was just wondering... did George and John have something before?" He asked softly. He shyly looked up at Paul, but kept his head lowered. The younger man blinked a few times, confused, before he grinned.

"Oh! You mean... No. They're just friends. What made you think so?"

"It's just that when I first met John he said he knew George made really pretty noises in bed and it got me wondering." Ringo admitted, blushing. Yes, this was a bit awkward. "And they seem to get along well and... it's like there's something there."

"Ringo," Paul said, leaning closer and laying a hand on his shoulder, "nothing ever happened between John and George. We're all just close. Sort of happens when you work in a strip club. You've got nothing to worry about." Ringo grimaced at that, but nodded anyway.

"However," Paul continued, making Ringo look up at him with wide eyes, "I- er... Brian told us about the party. Your party to be precise and... well... you might want to talk to George about it." Ringo felt as if a 16 ton weight had been dropped on top of him. He could hardly breathe and he was frozen to his seat as the words echoed through his head. Fuck...

"I mean, I get it, you know. It's not easy having your boyfriend be a stripper and certain not when it comes to watching him do it for people you know, but... it's still just a job. George loves the job, actually. I-"

"He knows?!" George interrupted him. Paul blinked another few times, as if thinking about it, but then he shook his head.

"He wasn't working when Brian told us. I said I would tell him so he wouldn't have to bother again, but only to spare you. You should tell him soon, since you obviously haven't already."

"I know, but... it's like you said." Ringo let out a deep groan and took his head in his hands. Why couldn't things just be simple? "I don't want to hurt his feelings. I know it's just a job and I shouldn't worry, but... It's hard." Paul sighed and nodded, squeezing his shoulder supportively as he drank some more of his tea.

"Richie, George likes you. A lot. I'm sure he would understand if you're honest with him. But you have to tell him. It was your decision, after all." Paul told him. Ringo nodded. Paul was right. John was right. Everyone was right.

"I know."