George let himself be taken to Ringo's bedroom. The smaller man's hands were holding him tightly, gripping the waistband of his jeans and pulling him against him as his other hand was tangled in his hair, his fingers simply combing through it as he kissed George with a passion that George hadn't felt before. His lips were pulling at his, his tongue sweetly licking into his mouth with such urge, as if he was afraid George would suddenly move away and leave anyway. But George didn't want to leave anymore. He wanted to stay; he wanted more. More of Ringo. He craved this just as much as the other man and tried to show it by pulling at Ringo's clothing and moaning eagerly into his mouth as he kissed him back with as much ardor as possible.

They stumbled further, awkwardly bumping into things occasionally, that would cause them to break out in a fit of giggles and painful groans. Then finally, after George was certain he would wake up with many bruises on his body, he felt a door knob poking him painfully in his back. He groaned into the shorter man's mouth, as he tried to reach behind him and felt around for the knob. When he finally found it, he turned it, sending them both crashing onto the floor of the bedroom.

"Fuck!" George groaned and reached up to rub the painful spot on the back of his head. Ringo, however, who had landed on top of George was fine and immediately moved down George's body to suckle at the crook of his neck, leaving a light, but visible mark there.

"You okay?" Ringo asked as he pulled off to move his kisses back up. George giggled at the tickling feeling of Ringo's hair sliding over his face. When Ringo's lips found his ear and his tongue traced the shell, his laughter died down and made way for a lewd mewl to fall from his parted lips.

"Fine..." George answered with a sigh, his hands tracing Ringo's back and sides as he wrapped a leg around Ringo's waist and pulled him more against him, wanting to feel his body crushing him. Ringo chuckled at his eagerness and whispered into his ear.

"Let's move this to an actual bed, too, yeah?" He asked, sounding a little out of breath himself. George nodded and Ringo moved off him, scrambling back up on his feet, before offering George a hand, which George took eagerly. But before he could thank him, Ringo had pulled him into another kiss, silencing him completely and all George could let out was nothing more than a few moans and groans. Not that he cared much.

Without realising it, Ringo had manage to manoeuvre them to the bed and when George felt the back of his legs hit the bed, he fell down with a slight shriek of surprise, his eyes widening in shock. He glared at the older man when he saw him snickering at him. Ringo however couldn't stop snickering and instead began to unbutton his shirt, quickly succeeding in making George forget he was supposedly angry at him. Ringo, of course, noticed right away and his snickering soon subsided and was replaced by a smug grin as he exposed more and more of his bare chest, watching while George continued to stare at him, watching every move Ringo's fingers made with anticipation. His hands twitched on the bed and he twisted them into the covers to keep them from doing that. The younger man let out in involuntary silent gasp, when Ringo finally let the light blue material fall from his body and onto the floor, and before George had any idea of what was happening, Ringo had crawled into his lap and was kissing him again fiercely, his hands on either side of George's face to keep him close.

George's hands found Ringo's body almost immediately, his fingers taking in the softness of Ringo's chest curiously as well as exploring the rest of it until he was certain he had touched every inch of his skin. He felt his own body growing hotter and hotter with every hastily drawn breath between kisses and every touch of newly found skin. His pants grew tighter and tighter and George could hardly stop himself from thrusts upwards into the younger man, his erection digging into the other man's arse. However, when he simply gave in and rolled his hips up, Ringo gave a mere appreciative howl, before forcing George down onto his back. He went with him, refusing to release George's mouth for more than a second. George simply let Ringo move him around and didn't complain. Not that he would have wanted to. The sight was incredible. Ringo sitting in his lap, legs on either side, his beautiful strong thighs on his own, keeping them locked together, as his messy hair hung before his lidded eyes. His lips were wet and swollen. And god, George wanted more. And he got more. He didn't even have to ask.

Ringo simply set to work, rubbing his own crotch with George's as he suckled on the skin of George's throat whilst his fingers worked on getting George out of his many- too many- layers of clothing. He untucked George's buttondown shirt from his trousers and lifted it up along with his sweater to reveal George's flat stomach and overall fit body, obviously eager to get to his skin. George simply let him, arching his back to give Ringo space to work as he moved with him, canting up his hips to get more of that delicious, addictive friction.

"Richie..." He moaned when Ringo's clever fingers found his nipples and peaked them. He twisted on the bed, enjoying what Ringo was doing to him and eagerly moving into his touch. He tipped back his head when Ringo moved further down to gave his nipples a experimental lick. George could feel him smirk against his bare skin when he let out another wanton moan. Encouraged, Ringo continued to lick and caress George's chest, leaving his clothing ridden up to his shoulders, while George found it more and more difficult to breathe. It was too hot in Ringo's room, the space too claustrophobic and George started tugging desperately at his clothing, wanting it off as quickly as possible. As soon as Ringo noticed, he pulled back and helped George, tugging it up over the younger man's head and throwing it somewhere onto the ground besides the bed.

"Better?" He huffed. George nodded quickly, his eyes opening to look up at Ringo. They stared into each other's eyes for a bit, breathing in the same air and only moving their hips to try to relieve some of that pressing tension by their crotches. George gave a slight nod, his hands moving up to cup the older man's head in one hand as he wrapped his other arm around his waist, pulling him closer, forcing him on top of him, after which he kissed him again. Immediately, Ringo responded and curled his tongue around George's, messaging it and pulling it in his mouth to suckle on as they moved, the pleasure increasing rapidly and clouding their brains.

Suddenly, Ringo stopped moving and pulled away from George, who growled in response.

"Turn around." Ringo breathed, staring straight into George's eyes with such an intense look, that George simply had to obey. He nodded and rolled onto his belly; he reached for Ringo's pillow to rest his head on. He groaned as his still clothed erection rubbed against the bed. But George didn't have much time to get comfortable. Almost as soon as he had his knees on the bed, Ringo pulled up his hips, and reached for George's zipper to pull it down, as he pressed his crotch into George's arse. The younger man choked from shock and Ringo laid a soothing hand on the small of his back when he felt him tense up again him.

"I'm not going to do anything," He said, his voice tight, "Just... want to feel you." His fingers managed the pull the zipper down and started to pull George's trousers down, together with his white briefs. George's heart was pounding in his throat, but still he nodded. He was afraid of what Ringo had in mind, but the want for his release and the need for more had the upper hand, numbing George's will power to ask Ringo what the hell he was planning on doing. He shuddered as he felt the cold air of the room over his bare arse and he blushed at thought that Ringo was seeing him naked now, and that his cock would be clearly visible now, hanging between his legs, throbbing and an urgent red. He turned his head to the wall and bit down his lip as he tried to relax. He tried to focus on the soothing feeling of Ringo's hand on his back and the feeling of his crotch against his arse, but when he heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone, he tensed again. He took in a deep breath as Ringo draped himself over him, his lips finding the back on his neck to kiss and lick at as he pressed his (naked!) erection against the curve of his arse. He simply held it there. He didn't move, he didn't say anything, he didn't try to take it any further. He simply lay ontop of him, his cock between the cheeks of George's arse.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, until George had grown accustomed of feeling Ringo- hell, someone else- pressed against him like that. Then Ringo moved his hand down and George gasped loudly as Ringo's cold fingers curled around his erection and gave a few quick pulls, before he started to move his hips, sliding himself between George's arse and over his crack slowly. He huffed wetly into George's ear and George couldn't help but moan at the feeling.

"This okay?" Ringo asked. George nodded and moaned out Ringo's name as he began to move with him. His movements were tentatively and only slight, but to the both of them it already felt so much better. The slide of Ringo's cock grew easier, smoother and the tip started to occasionally catch at the rim of George's opening, but never did it threatened to enter him. George's own cock moved easily in and out of Ringo's tight fist. Pleasure slowly took over George's body and soon he couldn't stop himself from moaning Ringo's name as he moved, chasing his own pleasure, as well as Ringo's, wanting it to be good for the both of them. Ringo growled into George's ear and grabbed George's hips tightly, pulling him even more against him, his nails digging into George's skin as his teeth found George's back and neck again. George didn't complain about the biting and slight discomfort it was causing, as it only heightened his feeling of intense pleasure, of bliss and lust. He had his eyes tightly closed, his hands tangled into Ringo's sheets and his toes curled up in pleasure. He could feel Ringo's heavy body leaning on top of him, forcing him deeper into the mattress and making it hard for him to keep his arse up in the air, but he managed, only barely. Ringo's body was shuddering on top of his, his cock throbbing against his arse and the tip catching at the rim, wetting it and pulling at it lightly as a hint of what would one time come. George shuddered at the feeling, enjoying it. He couldn't think straight anymore and all he could say was Ringo's name. His cock was throbbing almost painfully and when his balls tightened, he moved his hips a little more, speeding up his thrusts and pressing back eagerly into Ringo's touch.

"I- ah... I'm close." He breathed out, his voice barely anything more than a whisper and he gave a short cry as Ringo dug his teeth into the back of his neck, nipping it at harshly as his movements grew shakier and shakier.

"Hmm... Me too." He answered and he had barely even answered or his fingers tightened around George's erection and with one last flick of his wrist, he had George crying out and coming hard in his first, shooting his cum against his own chest and the bed, as well as into Ringo's fist. He spasmed and bucked desperately as the feeling overtook him, turning him into nothing more than an incoherent mess of limbs and sweat and cum.

Ringo was close, too, but as soon as George's orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto the bed, pulling away from Ringo and taking away the friction in the process. Ringo let out a frustrated growl, before collapsing on top of George and thrusted harshly into him, feeling desperate. With only a few more thrust, he finally came too, emptying himself on George's arse and back, as he bit down the lad's shoulder to silence his moans. George, too numbed by his orgasm, didn't even notice and simply rode out his own orgasm by rubbing himself into the mattress and moaning softly.

The two boys simply lay there for a while, breathing raggedly as they enjoyed each other's warmth and the aftermath of their orgasms. It took a while for them both to return back to earth, but eventually their peaceful moment of absentmindedness faded away and the outside world began to affect them once again. First came the cold, making both their bodies shudder and curl up around each other. Then came the feeling of their cum drying up on their bodies; it crackled as they moved. Then came the feeling of being squashed by another body on George's side, making it hard for him to breathe properly. Eventually, both of them had to accept the fact that they had to move.

Ringo kissed an angry mark on the back of George's shoulder, before he finally rolled off him, landing next to George, but keeping an arm thrown over him and a leg tangled with George's. George huffed and shuddered at the cold, but didn't move and simply continued to lay there in his own spunk, until Ringo had had enough and finally untangled himself from the younger man, took off his remaining clothing and got up to get them both a damp towel. When he returned George had undressed himself completely and curled himself up into a little ball, but apart from that he had not moved.

"Aren't you cold?" Ringo asked. It remained silent for a while, and for a moment Ringo thought George had fallen asleep, but then finally the answer came.

"I didn't want to ruin your sheets." He mumbled. The silliness off it made Ringo laugh as he sat down on the bed again next to George. The bed dipped as Ringo sat down, but still George didn't move.

"It's a bit late for that, isn't it?" Ringo asked with a chuckle as he reached for George's body with the damp towel and began to clean him, being careful not to hurt him. Christ, he had really let himself go. There were blue, red marks on George's hips, where Ringo had gripped him and his shoulders, back and neck were full of bite marks. Nothing too bad, and mostly light, which would only last a day or two, if that at all, but still... He avoided them carefully and made sure all the dried up cum was cleaned off George's back, before he turned him around to do his front. George let himself be moved easily and didn't do anything as Ringo cleaned him off with the towel, simply enjoying the feeling of being cared for.

"Are you tired?" Ringo asked, whispering. He cleaned the last of the cum carefully of George's limp cock, not wanting to overstimulate it, and reached for covers that had nearly fallen off the bed during their passionate moment. He lightly draped it over George's body and the younger man hummed appreciatively and curled up beneath it as if it were a cocoon. Ringo smiled at the sight and watching him from the corner of his eyes as he cleaned himself, too. He chuckled when he noticed George trying to fight back the sleep that was slowly taking over, forcing his eyes to stay open. It seemed as if he hadn't even heard his question. He finished himself off and through the towel with the clothing onto the ground, before sliding beneath the covers himself. Almost right away, the younger man curled himself up around Ringo and pulled him closer, intertwining their legs and laying his head on Ringo's chest as he gave it one last kiss and closed his eyes. Ringo smiled at the affectionate gesture and kissed the top of George's head, before following his example and drifting off the sleep.

The following morning George woke up alone in a strange bed in a strange room naked. It took him awhile to get used to his surroundings, but even when he could see everything, he could not recall the place. He continued to lie in bed and stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. He tried to recall the evening before, but his mind was still too fuzzy with sleep to do any sort of work. He sighed deeply and tried to wake up his mind by going over some of the theory they had discussed during the last lecture. It was difficult, but it worked and after about five more minutes he finally realised where he was. Ringo.

He sat up in bed and looked down at his naked body. He could see a few light red marks on his upper body and he feared how his back looked. They weren't anything too serious and most of them would disappear within a day or two. Perhaps they would even be gone when he had to work again tomorrow. If not, it wasn't such a disaster. Some men were into that kind of thing, and he knew Brian was. He could use that to his advantage, may he ask about it. He sighed and looked next to him. It was clear another body had been lying next to him and he wondered where Ringo was. He got up with trouble, as his legs were still weak from last night. But when he was, he quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and his shirt, which he pulled on and combed his hair with his fingers, before opening the door to the living room. His heart began to swell and a smile broke out on his face when he saw Ringo sitting at the dining table, his hair a mess, wearing nothing more than a pair of faded blue pyjama pants and a white shirt. He was having breakfast- toast and cereal- and sat quietly with a newspaper in front of him and his cat in his lap. He had not heard George come in, so George simply watched him for a moment, marveling at how quickly he had grown to fancy the other man. It was rare for him to get this deeply involved with anyone this quickly. They even almost had sex yesterday.

George tiptoed over to the other man and surprised him by putting his hands before Ringo eyes.

"Who is it?" He asked, grinning like an idiot. George knew this was juvenile, but he didn't care. He was happy. Luckily, Ringo laughed at that and took George's hands in his, removing them from his eyes, before looking up and pursing his lip. Without another word, George leaned in and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Nothing more than an affectionate peck.

"Slept well?" Ringo asked as they pulled away. George nodded and took a seat opposite Ringo, mimicking the way they had been sitting last night during dinner, but this time without the awkwardness and nervousness. He flashes the other man a happy grin and nods, before reaching for a slice of toast that Ringo had made for them.

"Hungry too, then?" Ringo asked, but he didn't sound annoyed or anything, but rather amused. George merely nodded and spread some jam on his toast, before taking a bite.

"What time does your class start?" Ringo asked, taking a sip from his tea.

"At nine." George answered, turning his head to look around for a clock and frowning when he couldn't find one. When he looked back at Ringo he saw him checking his watch.

"You should probably hurry up then. We slept fast, that's for sure."

"Of course, considering what we did last night." George replied with a wink and he snickered when he got Ringo to blush.

Ringo and George didn't say much as they drove to the university. George had his hand on Ringo's thigh as the older man drove him, and stared out of the window as he hummed along to the music Ringo had put on. He couldn't recognize the artist or song, but it was good. Catchy, perhaps a bit predictable, but nonetheless good. He didn't want to ride to university to end, knowing they would have to say goodbye then. He wished they could spend a whole other day together. Perhaps they could play some music together. Ringo was a drummer, but he could play a little guitar. George missed playing guitar and what would be better than playing it with Ringo. Sadly, however, George could already see the university in the distance. Just another five minutes or so and they would be there.

"You should come to work Tuesday." He heard himself ask. Right away he agreed with himself. He turned his head to see Ringo's reaction. The older man's lips had curled up in a dopey smile and he nodded. "I can let you in before. You know, so we have some time together first." George continued.

"I'd like that." Ringo answered, turning his head briefly to look George in the eye. The younger man smiled at that and nodded.

"Alright. About eight?" He asked and Ringo nodded, before turning around the corner and driving up the parking lot of the university.

Both men sighed as Ringo stopped the car. George got out his keys from the pocket of his trousers. He was glad he had left most of his books here and not at home. Everything worked out. He glanced over at Ringo, who was chewing his bottom lip as he looked at George.

"We're here." He said, giving George a tentative smile. George nodded and smiled back, before taking a deep breath and planting a kiss on Ringo's lips. The older man moaned in surprise, but smiled into the kiss and when George tried to pull away again, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him back against him again. George laughed at that and pulled away again after granting Ringo his second kiss.

"I'll see you Tuesday, then." He said as he reached for the car door and pushed it open. Ringo nodded and watched George as the younger man climbed out of the car. George shut the door behind him right away, but bended forward a little and blew Ringo a kiss, which Ringo pretended to catch, before turning around and hurrying over to the school building. Ringo continued to watch him and only when he had disappeared through the door, did he start the car again to leave. Already, he could not wait for Tuesday.

George almost couldn't contain the cry of happiness that lay on his tongue, but when he ran into a very angry looking Paul McCartney, the urge of crying out vanished almost immediately.

"Paul..." He said. Paul didn't greet him and merely narrowed his eyes at him angrily as he stood in front of his friend with his arms folded before his chest in an authoritative manner. The lad could be rather scary if he wanted to. George swallowed thickly.

He knew of course why Paul was angry with him. He should have called. Paul had obviously been waiting for him to return, eager to hear all about the date, but also anxious about something having happened the the younger man, about whom he felt so protective. Paul must have been worried sick when he didn't come home and didn't call to say he'd be staying over either. George gave Paul a light smile, but it was in vain.

"I hope those love bites were worth my fucking nerves, Harrison." Paul spat at him angrily and George shrunk at the force behind Paul's tone. "You had me fucking worried mate! I thought something had happened to you! God dammit. Why didn't you fucking call me?" Paul continued and George shrugged.

"I-I was... preoccupied, Paul. It wasn't planned or anything, I swear. It just happened you know."

"Fucking hell, Harrison. I thought I would have to tell your dear mum and dad you're dead! I hadn't been able to sleep all night because you suddenly decided that a good fuck was more important than your friend's worry."

"Come on, Paul. I know I should have called. It just all happened so quickly, you know." George tried, but Paul raised up his hand to motion him to shut up. He didn't want to hear it.

"I don't need your fucking excuses. I just hope it was well worth it, Geo. And for fuck's sake, just call, you twat. I really was worried, you know." Paul told him with a sigh. He did look very tired. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes, which he didn't have often at all.

"I'm sorry, Paulie. I really am." He said and Paul nodded, before turning around and throwing his bag over his shoulder.

"Save the apologies and just call next time. To make it up to me, you can tell me all about your little adventure with our dearest blue-eyed handsome pervert." He told him over his shoulder, "I have class now and do not want to be late because of you. I've missed enough because of you."

"Nice to see you, too, Paul." George replied with a chuckle and when Paul raised his middle finger at him, he knew they were alright. Paul wasn't really mad. But yeah, he should have called. Maybe he could make it up with Paul. But at the moment his next worry was class. Damn, he was late.