George let himself fall face-down onto the large hotel bed with a groan, glad to finally get off his feet. They had been walking all day, going from one place to the next and exploring every church, fountain and statue on their way there. It had been fun though, and George was glad Ringo had been just as excited about seeing all the great sights as he had been, but that didn't mean he wasn't happy to finally be back at the hotel, if only to give his poor feet some rest. They were arching and he was certain he had a blister on his left heel. But it had been worth it.

Rolling over onto his back, he let out a deep sigh as he stared up at the ceiling, enjoying the softness of the bed as he thought back about their day. After they had finished their lunch at the Orange Garden, they had taken a tram to the Colosseum and spend a long day there, first queuing up and finally just walking around, staring in jealousy at the people who were allowed in the arena itself, down where all those gladiators and animals would have fought. It was a disturbing thing to think about, all those people and animals fighting to the death to entertain the wealthy, having to wait in these little chambers down below, which were about the size of cells. George himself had been happy to be alive in the 21st century, where he could just unlock his phone and play a stupid game whenever he was bored, no matter where he was. It had been wonderful to see, though, even if they had managed to get lost somehow and it had been rather chilly in the open air. Still, he hadn't minded the cold too much as Ringo had offered him his scarf and wrapped an arm around his shoulder as soon as he noticed him shivering. George had blushed at the gesture and had had to hide his face against Ringo's shoulder until he had regained himself. He never had anyone who'd be willing to show their affection so openly and George loved it, even if he needed some time to get used to it.

Dinner had been nice, too, and George had been happy when Ringo had let him pay without even questioning it. Even if he had looked a bit doubtful, the fact that he let him was enough for George. Then, as they walked to the Spanish Steps, it had started to snow a little, and even though it had only been wet snow, it had been the first snowfall of the year and George had been more than willing to use it as an excuse to let Ringo wrap his arm around him again, pulling him close to him to share their body warmth and so that George could lean on Ringo as they walked, his feet already complaining. At the steps themselves, they had simply sat down and watched the snow fall onto the ground and melt away as they curled up together and occasionally kissed, as it had been quiet on the streets, people preferring to stay in now it was snowing and late. The steps had been beautifully lit up, giving it something magical and though it was snowing, they could still see some light stars up in the black sky, making it seem like the stars were falling down around them instead. It had been purely magical. That is, until Ringo had whispered into his ear that he really wanted to go back to the hotel before he would catch a cold. George had been able to make them stay just a little longer, but after a short while, even he could not bear the chill anymore – the temperature going down quickly now night was falling – and they had had to go home. They had taken a small detour to walk along the river to their hotel, and although George's feet had been aching terrible during the whole walk, it had been worth it, the river being beautiful at night with the stars reflected in the black water, making it sparkle. It had been a day George wouldn't forget for a long time, if ever.

But now he was glad to be safely back in their hotel room, nice and warm and comfortable. And god, he'd love to take a long hot shower right now. He leaned up on his elbows to see what Ringo was doing, silently having hoped he would have jumped into bed along with him. Instead, he stood kneeling at the other end of the room, rummaging around in his suitcase for something, his back turned to him. Smirking, George let himself slide down the bed and onto the floor – there was no way he was going to stand on his feet now, fearing they might actually fall off if he did – and crawled over to the older man, silently to make sure he wouldn't hear him. When he was close enough, he raised his hands and placed them gently over Ringo's eyes, blocking his sight.

"George... I know it's you. You're the only one in the room but me, you know. It's not that hard to guess."

"You could have at least played along, you know," George said with a sigh, letting his hands drop down so his arms were around the man's neck. He leaned in and kissed his cheek before resting his chin on his shoulder, looking over him to see what he was doing.

"Well, you've done it before, so that might have been a good give away, too," Ringo muttered as he continued to turn over all the contents of his suitcase.

"When did I do that before?" George asked, frowning as he searched his memory.

"At breakfast. That first time you spend the night at my place," Ringo answered easily, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. George smiled at that and glanced over at his face, watching the light frown that decorated his forehead and the blue eyes that danced around their sockets as he continued his search.

"You remember that?" he asked, smiling even broader when Ringo nodded with a shrug.

"Of course. It was our first night together. How could I not remember?"

"Well, I didn't."

"No, because you did it me. Surely you must remember something about that night?"

"I remember your cat liking me. That was special, right?" George asked and Ringo chuckled as he turned to look at him, looking kind of guilty.

"I lied," he admitted, "she likes everyone. I just wanted you to feel special."

"You're so fucking adorable," George told him with a sigh, before placing his lips against Ringo's for a sweet, but chaste kiss. A simple brush of lips, nothing special, but tender nonetheless. Ringo blushed slightly at his words, making George chuckle. "What did you do with her anyway? Muffin, I mean?" George asked, not having thought about Ringo's cat before.

"Paul's looking after her. I brought her over to your place before I went to pick you up," Ringo explained, still looking deep into his lover's eyes, frowning when George did.

"Paul?!"

"Yeah! He was happy to do it..." Ringo said, not understanding why George seemed so shocked by his decision to leave Muffin with Paul.

"Oh, I don't doubt it! He loves animals. Dogs more than cats, but he isn't choosy. But we're not allowed to have animals in our building. The landlord even denied Paul's request for a fucking goldfish!"

"Oh! That. Yeah, well... Paul said he could manage it for three days. Besides, all she does is lie around and eat. She's quite cuddly and Paul could hide her just fine."

"Yes, well... if we get evicted, it's your fault and we'll come and live with you," George said as he pulled away from him, standing up at last and biting back a wince as his feet complained, having just enjoyed their moment of peace.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," Ringo replied with a smirk as he glanced around to him, "where are you going?"

"Taking a shower. Want to join me?" George answered with a wink and Ringo laughed as he shook his head.

"You go first. I need to text Paul first to remind him to clear out Muffin's litter box or she'll make a war-zone out of your apartment. Complete with casualties if she can manage it. She's neat like that," he explained, digging into his suitcase again, probably looking for his phone. George chuckled as he pictured Paul waking up in the morning to find their whole apartment ruined. He would probably get a heart attack on the spot. Poor lad.

"Can't have that. Well, your loss then," George said, still chuckling as he grabbed himself a clean pair of underpants and a shirt to wear before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar in case Ringo changed his mind. He quickly undressed, piled his dirty clothes on top of the sink, turned on the water and stepped under it as soon as it was the right temperature. He sighed as he felt the water hit his skin, loving the feeling and duck his head under the stream, washing away the clammy cold and replacing it with a fuzzy warmth, making him drowsy already. In the end, he didn't mind so much when Ringo still didn't accept his invitation and was patiently waiting on the edge of the bed when George was finished.

               Ringo made quick work on his shower, not wanting to spend ages like George had done. They still had that wine the hotel had left them and he intended to drink it, preferable with George still awake. The guy had looked positively sleepy when he had submerged from the shower, towel wrapped around his hair like girls would often do. A light flush had laid teasingly on his cheekbones and he had looked at him through half-lidded eyes, making Ringo immediately regret not taking up in invitation to join him in the shower. He would have been up for a warm and languid blowjob. He wondered what he was doing right now, and the longer he spend thinking about George rather than being with him, the more he wanted to go back to him and crawl beneath the warm and fuzzy blankets with him, glass of wine in their hands.

He quickly washed his hair, soaped up his body and rinsed himself off, before drying himself and trying to blow dry his hair with the cheap dryer in the bathroom. He only managed to make his hair hot, so he resulted to drying it with a towel. He wished he knew how to make the towel do that thing around his head, but having had no sisters or a serious girlfriend ever, he simply didn't have a clue how to do it, so he just rubbed it as dry as he could, before pulling on a clean pair of boxer briefs and his sleeping shirt.

Still rubbing his hair with the towel, he stepped out of the bathroom and was created with the most beautiful and domestic sight he had ever witnessed with another person. George was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, hair still damp but now hanging loose down his head, blush still on his cheeks, frown on his forehead in concentration, cutting his toenails. It was an unexpected sight and somewhere he knew he should at least feel a little disgusted seeing as he was clipping his toenails, but he was so overwhelmed with a wonderful feeling of domesticity and touched by the image his lover made, that he could only think of George as absolutely beautiful. He didn't even notice the wine-filled glasses on their bedside tables until he was standing right in front of the younger man, looking down at him with a smile that could only be creepy. But when George looked up at him he only smiled back.

"Had a nice shower?" he asked, patting the bed to tell him to sit down. Ringo did as he asked and took a seat as he lowered his towel from his hair and stared at him. It took him a while before he realised he should probably answer George's question.

"Yeah. Lovely. Great... er... water pressure," he said, flushing. George chuckled at that and looked back down at his toes, wiggling them after he had cut the last one. "You are so beautiful, do you know that?" Ringo told him with a sigh and George looked up at him again, shaking his head.

"Using cliché movies lines on me won't get me into bed with you, you know," he said with a wink, but Ringo couldn't even laugh. He only took his chin between his thumb and pointer finger and brought his lips up to meet his for a loving peck. George let him, his free hand coming up to grab at his bicep pulling him a little closer.

"My feet are still fucking killing me, by the way," George said as they pulled apart and moved to put away his toenail clipper and old nails. Ringo followed him with his eyes, before he got an idea. He moved his hands down George's body to his feet, causing George to glance down at them to see what he was doing. When Ringo took one of his feet into his hands, he realised what his attention was and smirked.

"You're gonna give me a foot rub?" he asked, half in amusement, half in excitement, actually really wanting one. Ringo shrugged at the question.

"If you want one?" he said and George nodded. He pulled away and moved to sit with his back against the headboard, making himself more comfortable, before beckoning Ringo to sit opposite him at his feet. Ringo did as he was asked and knelt by George's feet, taking them into his hand and laying them in his lap before starting to massage his right, glancing up at his lover to see what was working for him and what wasn't. George visible relaxed at the attention, leaning back against the headboard and he took one of the wineglasses from the bedside table and took a sip. He moaned whenever Ringo rubbed a good spot and jerked whenever he accidentally hurt him. After a little time, Ringo got the hang of it and started humming a soft tune as he watched George melt into his touch.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Ringo asked after a few minutes, moving his fingers to focus on the ball of the man's foot. George cracked an eye open as he nodded.

"Sure. Considering what we've been doing and talking about, I'd say you didn't even need to ask," he said and Ringo felt a bit foolish for not realising that.

"How did you... you know... lose your virginity?" he asked and George blushed at that.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked and Ringo shrugged.

"Just curious." George huffed at that and put his wine glass back down, before sitting up a little. Ringo switched over to his other foot.

"It wasn't him if that's what you're worried about," the younger man said with a soft growl, but after a brief moment he continued, "It's a bit of an odd story."

"And that's supposed to put me off?" Ringo asked with a chuckle.

"Actually, it is really odd."

"It wasn't with a girl was it?" Ringo asked and chuckled as he saw George's eyes grow wide at that before shaking his head.

"No. I er... I was seventeen. It was all John and Paul's fault. They had lost their virginity years ago, when they were fifteen, so they decided I needed to get on with it you know. And er..."

"They found a guy for you?" Ringo asked, chuckling already at the idea of Paul and John downloading some dating app to find someone for their friend. What George finally said, however, he hadn't been able to imagine in a million years.

"Sort of... they found me a prostitute." Ringo looked up at his boyfriend in shock, staring at him in disbelieve before he burst out laughing. George flushed a bright red in embarrassment and gave him a little kick to make him stop.

"You're fucking kidding!"

"Fucking wish I was. Anyway, that's not even the worst of it. They got us like a motel room to meet up in with a double and a bunk bed and they were up there in the bunk bed while I was... you know..."

"Getting fucked by a prostitute, yeah," Ringo helpfully offered him, only being thanked for his contribution with an evil glare.

"Right. And they were listening and when I finally came, they er...applauded."

"Oh my god! That's fucking awesome!" Ringo said as he laughed some more, dropping George's hurtful foot in the process.

"Good to know you approve. The bad thing is, I was kind of loud during the whole thing so John always sort of teased me with that," George said through clenched teeth, making Ringo frown up at him.

"You're not that loud," he remarked and George blinked at him a few times, before shrugging.

"Well..." he said, "I kind of hold it in now. Or I try to."

"You're joking right?," Ringo asked, sighing when George shook his head," Don't do that again, okay. I want you to let go whenever we have sex and not worry about stuff like that. Besides, I like it when my partners scream." He winked at George, who chuckled at that and nodded.

"I'll remember that," he said and Ringo nodded, "Anyway, your turn."

"Ah, but mine isn't half as good as yours," Ringo replied, picking George's foot up again to continue his massage.

"Tell me anyway," George told him and Ringo nodded.

"I was sixteen and I already knew I was into guys, but this friend of mine got a date with this really pretty girl and they wanted to go on a double date, so I got to go out with her friend."

"Your first time was with a girl?" George asked, chuckling already. Ringo chose to ignore it and simply continued with his story after a quick affirmative nod.

"She wasn't bad looking, you know, so we went on this date and it was fun and then they wanted to go again, so I had to come along as well. We were at this park and suddenly my friend and his girl started making out and so me and this girl got really awkward. I knew she was expecting something now and she wasn't bad, you know. She was quite a looker, with her long black hair and big eyes – she wore this really heavy eye liner and it worked so well for her – so I decided what the hell, you know."

"Your first time was with a girl in a public park?!" George asked, sitting up at that particular bit of information. Ringo smiled smugly as he nodded. George laughed at that and shook his head in amusement.

"You dirty, dirty man. Did you see her again?"

"Yeah, we went out one more time. I sort of felt I owed her that, you know, and then I came out to her and we decided to stay friends. We don't talk much, but she's a great gal. Maureen her name was. I always call her Mo."

"You're lucky you didn't get caught," George said, still laughing and Ringo could only agree. God knows what kind of trouble they could have got themselves into.

"What about you?" Ringo asked, looking up at his boyfriend with curiosity.

"What about me? I just told you about my first time."

"No, I mean if you ever had sex with a girl," Ringo asked and George flushed again in that adorable way of his as he shook his head.

"I always sort of knew and... well... I never went on double dates to public parks," George answered truthfully, chuckling at his own joke. Ringo shot him a look, but couldn't help but chuckle a bit, too. It was kind of funny. He watched as George continued to chuckle for a bit, looking absolutely adorable, and before Ringo quite knew what he was doing, he had lifted up George's foot and kissed the sole, catching George's attention, whose laughter died down immediately. Thinking of this as encouragement, he leaned in again and placed more kisses on George's foot, smiling as he noted he smelled of roses – probably the soap. He kept his eyes onto George as he kisses his way up, holding his gaze, until he reached his big toe and sucked it into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks as he lapped at it with his tongue. George groaned at that, his head falling back against the headboard as his toes curled up in Ringo's mouth.

"Richie..." he breathed, but Ringo paid his words no mind and continued to suckle on his toes, licking between them as he sucked and moved on to the next to repeat the actions. It was odd doing this. He had never even thought of doing any foot stuff, but after giving George that massage and talking about sex so casually, he couldn't help but want to give it a shot. George seemed to enjoy it, judging by the blissful, yet surprised smile on his face. He pulled off with a plop, and kissed down to side of the man's foot to his ankle before moving up his calve, caressing his skin, enjoying its smoothness – George always made sure he was smoothly shaven for work and Ringo couldn't complain – as he moved up higher and higher, past his knee and up his thigh, spreading George's legs so he could lie down between them. He moaned as he suddenly felt George's fingers running through his hair, nails scratching his scalp as he tugged, begging him to continue.

"Remember," Ringo said as he reached the growing bulge in George's underwear, "don't hold back for me." And with that he leaned in and placed a wet kiss onto George's cock through his underwear, lapping at it teasingly with his tongue as he took in his lover's musky, yet rosy scent. Damn that hotel soap.

"Richie..." George gasped again, his fingers tightening in Ringo's hair as he pulled him closer to him, wanting more of him. His other hand, he tightened into the sheets, as he spread his legs to give Ringo move space. Happy with the encouragement, Ringo glanced up at him, cheeks heating up at the sight of his lover's blissful face, and took a hold of the waistband of his underwear, gently pulling it down bit by bit, being just teasingly enough to get George to call out his name again. The man's cock bobbed up into is face and without wasting another second, Ringo wrapped his lips around it, keeping his hands lowered to the man's thighs to caress him there, knowing George liked it when he did that. Sure enough, George's hips canted up into him, fucking his cock deeper into Ringo's mouth and the older man simply let him, taking him down his throat as he lowered his head some more, too.

"Fuck, Richie... you're so good at this," George moaned, gasping as Ringo suddenly forced all of his cock inside his mouth and didn't even gag. The older man glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes, and winked as he hollowed out his cheeks and started bobbing up and down, enjoying the way George's cock filled his mouth and made it difficult for him to breathe. He took his time, working slowly and deliberately, wanting it to be as good as possible for George, who was already clearly enjoying himself. He could feel his body tremble, his thighs shaking besides his head, and his fingers continuously pulling at his hair. And oh lord, he made the most beautiful sounds ever. Louder than he had ever sounded before, he moaned and groaned and whimpered whenever Ringo did anything truly sinful with his tongue. It was great to hear him, his voice being the most beautiful thing Ringo had ever heard and he closed his eyes to enjoy it even more as he suckled hard on the head, knowing it would drive George crazy.

He had been so invested into sucking his boyfriend off and listening to his voice, that Ringo hadn't noticed George had released his hair when he felt something cold and plastic poke his shoulder. He pulled away in surprise to see George holding out a bottle of lube to him and a condom.

"Please..." he breathed, sounding wrecked already, and when Ringo finally looked up again, he quickly took the bottle from him, enjoying the most gorgeous sight that George made with his flushed cheeks, wide lust-filled eyes, parted wet lips and ruffled hair, body jerking with pleasure, even when Ringo didn't do anything more than caress his inner thigh. He sat up, pulled George's hips up and closer to him, causing George's head to fall away from the headboard in into the pillows, and placed his legs around his waist, feeling how soft they felt around him. Almost like Maureen's, but much, much better. So much better. He looked George deep in the eye, asking him silently for permission, wanting to know if he was sure, and the younger man nodded eagerly as he bit down his lip to hold back a wanton whine. Not wanting to waste any more time, Ringo squirted some lube onto his fingers and brought them to George's opening, pressing into him slowly, but deliberately, wanting to be inside this man as soon as possible.

George gasped at the coolness of the substance as Ringo's cold wet finger slit into his hot, tight canal. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself as he closed his eyes and tried to focus, wanting nothing more but for Ringo to hurry up and get inside of him already. He had been waiting for too long already, having wanted this almost one and a half hours ago in the shower already. But God, Ringo's fingers felt good inside of him. Familiar and large, slick and rough, but oh so good, pushing at his halls and opening him up with skillful precision. He groaned when Ringo added another one and spread his legs bit more as he bore down on them, breathing out Ringo's name as he did so. He gasped in surprise when he suddenly felt Ringo's lips against his own, capturing his mouth for a passionate kiss, as his fingers worked their way inside of him, opening him up for his cock. God, the thought only made his cock twitch with the need to come. Ringo's tongue curled itself around his and began to message it, teasingly licking before pulling away again, daring George to follow him. When he finally licked into Ringo's mouth, the man bit down his tongue and suckled on it eagerly, drawing a heated moan from George's lips, and distracting him enough to slip a third finger inside of him.

"Well done, Geo. God, you feel so good already. Can't wait to get inside if you," Ringo moaned into his mouth, and George huffed impatiently, clamping down on the man's fingers as he rocked his hips forward, indicating that he wanted more.

"Then fucking do. Come on, Richie. I can handle it. Fuck me"

Ringo didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out his fingers, wiped them off on his sleeping shirt – neither of them had bothered to undress – and took off his own boxer brief as well as his shirt. As he worked, George quickly rid himself of his shirt as well and lay stretched out beneath Ringo, allowing him to look at his entire naked body and take it all in. The older man sighed at the gorgeous sight before him and leaned down to kiss him again as he rubbed his thump over the younger man's nipples, making them stand erect, before he pulled away again to lube up his cock. George caught his breath while he waited, watching Ringo was hungry eyes as he rolled the condom on and lubed up his cock. He fucked his fists a few times, giving George a clear preview what was about to come. Feeling so turned on he could puke, he leaned back again and spread his legs even wider as he begged Ringo to fuck him again. Nodding, Ringo positioned himself at George's hole and slowly started pushing in, gasping at the tightness that gripped his heated cock and pulled him in. George whined at the burning sensation of being stretched and forced himself to relax as he felt Ringo push in further and further, never stopping, not that George would want him to.

"Fuck, Richie... So big. Please," he moaned, hooking his legs behind Ringo's back and pulling himself up against him, forcing him deeper inside with a wanton moan. Ringo let out a soft curse as he let out a deep breath, finally being buried completely inside his lover. God, it felt good. George felt good. He looked up into his eyes as he held still for a while, eagerly watching him for any signs of discomfort. When he saw none, he started pulling out, before thrusting back in again, starting a gentle rhythm as George breathed out his name.

"I'm here, Geo. Fucking you feel good," he said as he glanced down at where his cock was sinking into George's whole, gasping in shock at the filthy sight of his cock slide into George's arse, the rim stretching amazingly wide at the intrusion. George grasped for his arms, his nails digging into his skin as he held on while Ringo fucked him, thrusting in and out of him at a quickening pace, causing George to moan and groan almost incessantly. Groaning, he leaned down , hands on either side of George's face as he hovered over him, changing his angle so he could hit George's prostrate better. Sure enough, on the third thrust, George's lips formed a perfect "o" shape as he threw his head back and moaned loudly with pleasure, surprising Ringo. He hadn't been lying when he said he was loud.

"Fuck, Geo... I love you. You're so beautiful, you don't even know. Feel so good. My sweet George... Shit, I'm not going to last long," thankfully the confession didn't make George glare at him in disappointment, but instead made him nod eagerly in agreement. Glancing down, Ringo's mouth started watering at the sight of George's heavy and hard against his belly, leaking precum. Knowing they were both close, he reached down, curled his fingers around George's heated erection, savoured the sound of George gasping his name and a curse, and slowly started to jerk him off at the same rhythm as his thrusts. George cried out that extra friction, his head lolling back and forth as the pleasure in his body became too much. His jaw dropped and his eyes were screwed shut as he enjoyed the waves of pleasure that was rolling inside of him, taking him away and dragging his orgasm out of him.

Finally, and Ringo was more than a little relieved, George grabbed his head with both hands, forced their lips together and moaned his name as he rolled his hips up into Ringo's hand and finally gave into it, letting it hit him and take him over. He gasped when he finally came, sighing into Ringo's mouth as he begged him to fuck him through it, telling him how much he loved him. Ringo obeyed, nodding and kissing back just as eagerly as he came hard, crying out his name and biting down the older man's lip as his arse muscles clenched around him, adding to the pleasure that shot through Ringo's body, and when George had finally come down from his orgasm and was about to complain at the uncomfortableness and slight pain at the over-stimulation, Ringo came too, claiming George's mouth to silence himself as he gave over to pleasure, riding the waves of it until he had spent his all and collapsed on top of George, pulling him tightly into his arms and holding him closer as he kisses his face, chest, shoulders and neck, telling him how much he loved him as George caught his breath and returned it with his own declarations of love, as they came down and their bodies relaxed. When Ringo eventually had to pull out, he did so with a whine and George pecked him again on the lips.

"I love you," he whispered, "and thanks for the massage. You can do that again." Ringo chuckled at that and rolled over to she was lying beside George and allowed the younger man to curl up next to him as he held him closer with an arm over his shoulder, smiling as George rested his head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Thanks, luv. And thanks for going on holiday with me and telling me all those things. I know it isn't always easy," Ringo said and George didn't answer that. He didn't have to. Ringo knew he was thankful and he kissed the top of his head as he sighed and let his eyes fall closer.

"I can't believe we'll be going home tomorrow. It seems like we just got here," George said with a loud yawn, burying his face in Ringo's naked chest and placed a kiss on his heart. Ringo's heart fluttered at that and he held him even closer, not wanting to ever lose this beautiful and perfect creature.

"First Vatican City, though. That will be nice," Ringo reminded him and George nodded.

"True. That will be nice. I hope it won't be too busy as the Sistine Chapel will be as good as they say. And that it won't be busy."

"You know you can't speak there, right?" Ringo asked and George nodded as he yawned again. Under the sheets he tangled their legs together and rubbed his feet against Ringo's, making Ringo giggle slightly as he was ticklish. Right away George stopped with a mischievous grin, obviously trying to remember that he was ticklish for another time. Ringo was fucked.

"I'm going to miss this," he said eventually with a sigh and George nodded. "Do you think Paul and John will have killed each other yet by the time we come home?" George laughed at that, knowing there was a reasonable chance of that happening. Still, he shook his head.

"If we're lucky they will have gotten their heads out of their arses and stumbled into bed already," George said and Ringo nodded in agreement before sighing and closing his eyes. George glanced up at him, smiling at the sweet sight he made, wishing he could look at him like that forever.

"Sleep tight, Geo," Ringo said, yawning loudly and George did the same.

"Good night, luv," he said and with that he closed his eyes and drifted off to the land of dreams almost immediately, the last thing he heard being Ringo telling him he loved him.