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18 July 2005 @ 07:08 pm
here's something.  
Title: In America
Pairing: J/P
Rating: PG-13, maybe R for language
Summary: Drunkenness, hangovers. Paul deals with John a bit.
Notes: Hm... Hard to describe. Pretty mild.



Paul collapsed in the borrowed sanctuary of his hotel bed, semiconscious and rather nauseous. America was alien, bigger than life in strange ways, isolated by its sheer expanse. The night’s heavy drinking among strange voices rang in his head. The mattress was too soft to let him feel grounded. He scratched the top of his foot and tried to pretend the pillow hadn’t been used by a hundred other heads before him. He heard approaching footsteps and remembered he wasn’t alone. He felt the bedsprings depress behind him. Hands slipped under the covers.

“John…” Paul grumbled hazily.

Mmm.

Strong familiar fingers groped along his sides in an invasively playful manner.

“Uh-uh… oh… ah!” Paul squirmed, “Hah! No,” he protested, “that tickles!

“Ahaha… huh?” He could feel John’s chuckle against his neck and hear his grin.

“No, Stop! Ahfuck!!”

John giggled evilly and bounced on the mattress.

“Making you piss yourself when you’re drunk is one of life’s great joys, Macca.”

“You’re sick, John.”

“And you’re covered in piss.”

Paul muttered and grumbled, face hot in frustration and embarrassment. He pulled himself from the bed and rifled around for a clean pair of boxers, then closed himself in the bathroom.

He wouldn’t cry. A girl would probably cry. Paul gripped the edge of the sink rather unsteadily. John was drunk and it was making him an ass. And then he’ll start wanting some ass. Paul growled and kicked the wastebasket. He changed into clean boxers and sat on the floor, wondering how long it would be before he could go to sleep. Wondering what he’d have to do before he’d get to.

“Paul?”

“Fuck off. If you need to use the loo, you can just piss yourself.”

“Come on, Macca,” John grumbled, “I’m sorry, okay?”

Paul glared at the gap under the door and rubbed his bare knees. His palms felt clammy and slightly numb. Somebody flushed a toilet on the floor above.

“No you’re not. You’re just trying to get me back in bed so you can fuck me and pass out.”

John grunted, leaning on the door. His jacket zipper scraped loudly on the surface.

“Would you rather fuck me, then?”

Paul scowled and dug his fingertips against his legs.

“I just want to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Too bad for you.”

Paul worked his toes into the bath mat. He didn’t feel like sleeping now, either. He wanted some air. He wanted his own room. He wanted John to stop being drunk and stupid. A mindless fuck and then he’ll be snoring, and I’ll still have a hangover in the morning.

“I have a headache, lemmie get an aspirin…”

No.

“Are you going to stay in there all night?”

“I’m tired, John.”

“So come out and go to bed.”

Leave John, alright?”

John tried the doorknob.

“… You didn’t even lock it.”

Paul stared up at John from the floor, a detached resignation coming over his body. He stood up and walked past him, back to bed. He lay on his side with his face to the wall and closed his eyes. John sighed and got into his own bed. Traffic sounds outside the window blurred to a lull. The last thing Paul heard before he fell asleep was John getting up and walking out of the room.


--=--=--=--


The only cure for a hangover is death…

“Paul.”

… who said that…

“Brought you coffee.”

“Mmmngh.”

“Sorry about last night.”

Paul covered his eyes with a hand and slowly parted his fingers to squint up at John’s dark glasses. He looked down at the cup of coffee. He reached and took it, carefully putting it to his lips. He swallowed. His stomach protested. He took another deep swallow and it calmed.

“Thanks.”

Paul looked over at John and watched him slowly rub his eyes behind his lenses with his fingertips, then resume staring at the far wall, which is what he would be doing if he weren't watching John.

“Where did you go last night?”

John closed his eyes and scratched his jaw, gesturing vaguely with his other hand. “Just… out on that couch in there.”

“Oh.” Paul finished his coffee and set the mug on the floor. “The coffee’s shite.”

“Want some more?”

Paul sighed. “Yeah.”

John got up and refilled Paul’s mug. He stood beside the bed and held it to him. Paul put his hand over John’s, took the mug and put it on the floor, scooted over slightly and pulled John down beside him. He took John’s shades off and combed his fingers through his hair. John closed his eyes and lay quietly with a hand on Paul’s hip.

“How long before we’re supposed to get up?” Paul asked.

“Hour.”

Paul nodded. He pushed John onto his back and lay over him, resting his head on his chest. His body had a comforting firmness. John wrapped his arms loosely around Paul’s back and settled into the pillows.

“If you tickle me,” warned Paul, “I’ll piss on you.”

John smirked and chuckled. Paul smiled a little and dozed off.
 
 
 
weeping_sitar on July 19th, 2005 03:23 am (UTC)
Very well written. Excellent job. It is mild, as you described, but you manage to draw the reader into the story, which is saying a lot, since I usually don't read John/Paul. I rather enjoyed it, and even felt bad for Paul (!) that John left him.
apartment42bapartment42b on July 19th, 2005 07:19 am (UTC)
Interesting, since Paul wanted to be left alone... oh well, lol. Glad you enjoyed it!
weeping_sitar on July 19th, 2005 03:40 pm (UTC)
Well, I somehow managed to project myself into Paul :P
Il Gatto Puzzolone: John/Paulcatnip_martini on July 19th, 2005 04:05 am (UTC)
Very nice, luv. As always. I really love the imagery-- even if piss-covered Paul isn't quite my cup of tea. ;) Lovely.

Cate
apartment42bapartment42b on July 19th, 2005 07:18 am (UTC)
*laughs* yes, that's the point... John's assyness isn't going to get him laid this time.

<3
banburytalebanburytale on July 19th, 2005 07:06 am (UTC)
You know, you are really, really good at writing effective dialogue. It conveys plot and personality so cleanly. I think I may be jealous. :P
I loved the way John and Paul played off of each other--very drunk, very cute. Great fic, as always!
apartment42bapartment42b on July 19th, 2005 07:14 am (UTC)
weee yay. I try for it. :)

And your icon slays me XD
banburytalebanburytale on July 19th, 2005 08:07 am (UTC)
Thanks! I like it too! XD
oh_johnny_oh_johnny_ on July 19th, 2005 08:18 pm (UTC)
(Posting this again as the first one went Away).

I had to come back and reread this today as I got distracted by porn with Aggressive!Paul (gestures vaguley over thereish), and this is subtle enough to require my full attention.

I like it. I like the way John finally leaves Paul alone, and the way they both try to make amends in the morning for unhappiness the night before. The image of Paul putting his hand on John's on the cofee cup is quite lovely.
apartment42bapartment42b on July 19th, 2005 11:29 pm (UTC)
Yes, lol, always the danger of my quieter stuff being upstaged by something with a lot of sex in it. Thanks :3
oh_johnny_oh_johnny_ on July 20th, 2005 01:47 am (UTC)
*sigh* And I really do know how to spell. Vaguely. Coffee. See?
apartment42bapartment42b on July 20th, 2005 03:28 am (UTC)
*laughs* I didn't notice that at all.