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14 September 2005 @ 05:25 pm
First story...  
Okay. This is the first one I've posted.
I'm still not sure if I'm a hundred percent happy with the ending, but I do like the story anyway.

Title: Not With You
Pairing: P/G, then J/P
Rating: R (I guess)
Notes: I just threw this together one day. I was sick of writing angsty J/P and I don't think this is angsty at all. It's kind of sweet, in the end, I think. Anyway, I like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles etc etc.

Paul walked into the crowded party, John following closely behind. John reached forward and grabbed Paul's arm, pulling him back briefly to whisper, "One hour, Macca." Paul nodded, yanking his arm back and stalking away from John. John watched him go with a frown.

They had been fighting for a few days, and Paul was beginning to forget what started it. He knew it was something John had said about his songwriting but he couldn't remember exactly what anymore. However, he knew he had a right to be mad about it. The fact that John kept having little digs at him made things worse.

He found a seat at the bar, away from the crowds, and the bartender poured him a Scotch. As he sipped it, someone sat in the seat beside him. George lit up a cigarette and handed it to Paul. "You two still fighting then?" he asked, gesturing to the bartender.
George brushed his hair out of his eyes and intoned, "Lennon and McCartney spell the end for the Beatles."
Paul glanced at him. "No."
"No?" George watched as Paul took a drag of the cigarette and reached for it. "Who needs to apologise to who then?"
"John to me."
"What for?"
"Can't remember." Paul sipped his drink and sighed heavily. "I'm not up for this tonight. I've got to get out of here."
"I'll go along with that." George took one big gulp of his beer and put some money on the bar. "Come on, let's go."

They snuck out, something Paul had thought would be quite difficult but ended up being quite easy. He and George walked close together, their shoulders brushing as they cut through the Chicago streets.
"I feel almost anonymous again," George commented suddenly. "Like nobody knows us anymore."
Paul smiled. "Strange how much you miss it. It's an everyday thing for everybody else."
"And you never think about it."
"And you look at famous people and you say, 'They're so lucky.'"
Paul grinned. "Like we used to."
"Yeah." George bit his lip, glancing at Paul. "I missed you."
Paul raised an eyebrow. "Missed me? We see each other every day."
"But we don't spend time together, you know? John takes up all your time. All of it," George emphasised.
Paul shrugged. "Well..."
"He's your best friend and he's high maintenance, I know." George ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Let's not talk about it. I was just saying."
Paul frowned, looking perplexed. "George..."
George shook his head, pushing ahead. "Forget it. Let's just go back to the hotel."
Confused, Paul followed meekly behind.

They arrived at the hotel ten minutes later and went upstairs. "See you tomorrow," George said, unlocking the door to the room he and Ringo were sharing.
"Bye," Paul murmured, unlocking his room. He went inside and looked around. He was alone for the first time in weeks.

George sat on the end of his bed and buried his face in his hands. His friendship with Paul had seemed on the verge of collapse for months now, and it was something that neither of them had acknowledged. It was just driving the wedge between them deeper and deeper.
There was a soft knock at George's door, and he looked up uncertainly, wondering if he'd heard correctly.
A moment later, the person knocked again.
George stood up nervously and went to the door. He opened it a crack and saw Paul standing there awkwardly. "We snuck out together, didn't we?" he asked quietly. "We should stick together until they find us."
George grinned, opening the door fully. Paul stepped inside, smiling warmly at him. "Good idea," George said. "Very good idea."
"I thought so." Paul looked around, and sat on the bed opposite George's. "So what do you want to do?"
George shrugged, glancing over at the minibar. "We could get drunk."
"Good thinking." Paul went to the bar and pulled out a mini bottle of scotch. "We're going to get drunk on this?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.
"We'll get a mild buzz then," George said with a laugh.
Paul collected six bottles of mini scotch, six bottles of mini vodka and two bottles of mini rum and carried them to the bed. He handed George a bottle of scotch and took one for himself, uncapping the bottle. He and George held them up and clinked them together, before downing one bottle apiece.
Paul coughed, wiping his mouth. "Burns," he said hoarsely.
George nodded, wrinkling his nose. "Yeah."
Half an hour later the two of them had finished off the scotch and were working on the vodka. George, who was becoming more and more intoxicated, was giggling hysterically.
"ONE," Paul shouted, holding up his bottle of vodka. "TWO! THREE, SKAL!"
The two of them drank the bottles quickly, Paul leaping off the bed. "I won!"
George grimaced, throwing the bottle to the floor. "Cheat."
"Weak." Paul pushed George's shoulder, sending him down against the bed.
In a flash George was back on his feet somewhat unsteadily, pushing Paul down onto the other bed. He leapt of on top of Paul and pinned his hands over his head, leaning down so they were face to face.
"You drunk," Paul teased, his eyes twinkling. "Can't hold your liquor."
George smiled down at him. "You're weak," he countered. "Just can't beat me."
"Haven't tried yet mate," Paul whispered, and with one quick motion he wrenched his hands from George's grasp and flipped him onto his back. Paul straddled him and reached for another bottle of vodka. "Drinkies?"
George shook his head, clamping his mouth shut.
Paul pouted, uncapping the bottle and taking a sip. He held it over George's face, tipping it up dangerously. "Drinkies?"
George shook his head vigorously.
Paul grinned evilly, tipping the vodka onto George's closed mouth. George lay there silently, staring up at Paul as the liquid spilled onto the sheets.
"Huh," Paul said, glancing at the empty bottle. "You really didn't want any."
Suddenly George sat up, with Paul still on top of him. He pressed his lips against Paul's quickly, sliding his hands under Paul's thighs to hold him in place.
Shocked, Paul dropped the bottle, and it smashed against the bedside drawers.

George kissed him frantically, pushing Paul down onto the bed. Paul lay there in stunned shock as George quickly removed their clothing, until the two of them were naked and pressed tightly together.
Almost giddy with the passion of it, Paul pulled away from George, and gasped, "No."
George looked as though his world had come crashing down around him. He stared at Paul, his dark eyes terribly confused. "Why not?" he asked.
"I can't. I can't." Paul had dragged himself off the bed and fumbled for his clothes. "Not with you, George. I can't. It's so wrong."
"Paul, please..." George groaned. "Come here."
"No, I can't, I really can't. This is very, very, very wrong."
"It's not!" George cried. "Come on Paul, it's really good, isn't it?"
Paul shook his head, quickly pulling on his clothes. "Not with you."
"It's not good with me?" George struggled to understand.
"Not with you, I won't do it!" Paul ran from the room, slamming the door behind him.
George stared after him, his mouth hanging open in shock, before putting on his clothes defeatedly and drinking himself to sleep.

John and Ringo walked wearily down the hallway to their rooms. George and Paul had disappeared over an hour and a half ago, and Brian had sent out the search party.
Neither John or Ringo were very worried.

Ringo opened the door to his room, using a key he'd borrowed from the front desk as George had run off with his. He turned on the light to the room and saw George sprawled across the bed, empty bottles of alcohol around him.

John went into his room and encountered a similar scene. Paul was curled up in the window seat, sleeping soundly. He kicked off his shoes and walked over to Paul, brushing a hand through Paul's thick hair.
Paul opened his eyes slowly. "George?" he murmured.
John pulled his hand away as if he'd been burnt. "George?" he asked incredulously. "George? Excuse me, Paul?"
Paul gazed up at him, his sad eyes pouring volumes of unspoken relief. "Johnny," he said, his face contorting as he started to cry. "Oh fuck, Johnny..."
John, confused as to why his best friend had just started bawling, sat down beside him. "What's wrong?"
Paul grabbed John by the collar and kissed him roughly. It was an experiment, he told himself. To prove that he wasn't queer.
John simply kissed him back, and when Paul pulled away John gazed at him worriedly. "Paulie, what happened?"
"Why did you kiss me back?" Paul whispered, still clutching John's shirt.
John shrugged, wiping his mouth.
"Why did you kiss me back!?" Paul cried.
John stared at him in confusion. "I thought you wanted me to."
Paul squeezed his eyes shut, crying helplessly. "Johnny, please..." he whispered. "Oh please help me..."
Paul felt warm arms encircle him, and John gripped him tightly. They rocked back and forth, the moon shining down on them.

Ringo walked around George's bed curiously, observing the empty bottles. He rationalised that George couldn't have possibly drunk that much alcohol by himself.
Ringo set about cleaning up the room, and turned around when he heard a voice behind him.
"Whatsa time?"
"Nearly midnight."
"Where's Paul?" George sat up, blinking in the light.
"Asleep next door, probably." Ringo suddenly thought it might be a good time to call off the search party, so he picked up a phone and left a message at the front desk for Brian.
George watched him dully. "He left," he said sadly.
Ringo glanced at George. "Yeah."
"I kissed him."
"I kissed Paul." George looked miserable.
"You shouldn't have done that," Ringo said after a moment, shaking his head. "George, you better hope he doesn't tell John."
"You know John's very protective of Paul. Very protective." Ringo gave George a hard look, before turning to pour himself a glass of water. "If he finds out that you... and Paul... well, you're not going to be in the good books."

"What caused all this?" John asked worriedly, stroking Paul's hair. "Tell me, Paul. I'll take care of it."
Indeed, John had been taking care of all of Paul's problems since they first met. Paul's first problem was the boy in the grade above him who had been trying to beat him up for months. John took care of that problem within a week. John was very good at scaring people - especially people who bothered his friends.
"Take care of me?" Paul asked with a sniffle.
"I'll take care of you. Tell me what happened."

"Ringo, you go and make sure Paul doesn't tell him!" George cried desperately. "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing... I was just horny and Paul was there, go tell him!"
Ringo grimaced. "Chances are he's already told John everything, George. Don't worry about it."
"ARE YOU KIDDING?!" George shrieked. "I know what John does to people who do stuff to Paul! He's terrifying, Ringo!"
"I know, but you got yourself into this mess!"

"And then I said no," Paul said quietly, his head resting on John's shoulder. "And then I got dressed and I left."
John sat stiffly, his eyes narrowed, internally cursing George Harrison. "I'll take care of it."
"I don't need you to take care of it."
"I will do it anyway."
"I don't want you to do it!" Paul snapped, pulling away from John. "John, look at me."
John growled under his breath. "That fucking cunt," he whispered hatefully. "That fucking bastard son of a bitch!"
"He didn't do anything! He was just horny! Remember, like we used to do?" Paul asked, grabbing John's forearms. "Remember, John? In your bedroom? The two of us would jack off together, and sometimes we'd end up kissing?"
John remembered. He finally sighed, rubbing his face. "Yeah. But it sounds like he wanted to... sleep with you."
"I'm sure it wouldn't have ended in that, but I didn't want to take any chances." Paul rubbed John's arms. "Don't hurt him. I'll talk to him."
Paul slept in John's arms that night, his head pressed against the crook of John's neck. John stroked his hair sleepily, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of himself and Paul, alone together forever.

George was confronted by John in the bathroom of the plane the Beatles were flying in to their next city. John locked the door behind them and pressed George up against the wall. "Tell me you did it just to get off, like we used to do," John said tightly.
"Yeah, that's all," George said nervously. "That's it. Just for something to do. We were smashed, John."
John narrowed his eyes, glaring at George, before finally nodding and exiting the bathroom.
George let out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about last night," he apologised to Paul later that afternoon, when they were finally alone.
Paul smiled at him. "It's alright. Don't worry about it."
"John tried to scare me."
"I know. He said he was going to." Paul glanced at George, and then said, "George, look. It's been really weird between you and I for ages now, and what happened last night isn't making it any better."
"What do you think we should do?" George asked quietly.
"Well, I was thinking that we should share for a night, and we'll just talk it out. That's the only thing I can come up with."
"Will John let us do that?"
"Yeah, of course he will. He just thought you tried to hurt me or something. I was upset about it and he overreacted as normal." Paul smiled reassuringly at George. "He's fine. Really."

So George and Paul shared that night, and John and Ringo found themselves alone together for the first time in almost a month. John couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe Paul and George were more intimately involved with each other that he'd first thought.

The next morning, Paul exited the bedroom first, coming in to see John. He curled up beside John in his bed, listening to Ringo snoring loudly.
"Did you talk to him?" John murmured, still half asleep.
"We talked most of the night," Paul whispered back, pressing his nose against John's.
John yawned. "What about?"
"About why the two of us don't get along anymore."
John opened an eye curiously. "What did you work out?"
"That we're always going to be different but we're going to try and not piss each other off so much." Paul slid an arm around John's waist, pulling him in close. "And we worked out something else."
"That I love you," Paul breathed in John's ear.
John's eyes snapped open. "Huh?"
"You heard me."
"I thought you were going to come in here and say that you and George were shagging or something."
"No. It's you."
John gave a pleased smile. "Excellent. I knew you'd come around." He leaned in and kissed Paul softly, and then pulled the blankets up around them. "More sleep."
Paul nodded, burying his face against John's shoulder.
"I love you," John added, almost as an afterthought.
"I love you too."
"And we'll be sharing exclusively from now on."
"Fine by me."
"And we're going to kick Ringo out as soon as the sun comes up and fuck."
Paul chuckled. "Whatever you say. Hey... what did you mean by I knew you'd come around?"
John yawned. "Just that. One day I was going to sick of waiting for you, McCartney."
"Never happen." Paul glanced up at John, whose eyes were closed tightly. "Johnny?"
"Mmm?" John's voice was faint.
"Promise you won't leave?"
A faint smile spread across John's face. "Promise," he murmured, his head turning to the side as he fell into a deeper sleep. Satisfied, Paul tightened his grip on John and closed his eyes as well.
On the other bed, Ringo sat up and watched them for a moment, a pleased smile on his face. He gathered up his pillows and blankets and left the room, closing the door gently behind him as he went to tell George. Their plan had finally worked.

Okay. God I hope this works. And I hope everyone likes it.
Current Mood: nervousnervous
Current Music: Vertigo - U2
you think you're a guest you're a tourist at best: paullovemydarklife on September 14th, 2005 08:43 am (UTC)
I liked it especially the I knew you'd come around part ;)
savoytruffle27 on September 14th, 2005 10:37 am (UTC)
awwwww... that was so incredibly adorable.

LOVE John getting all protective over Paul *squee*
oh_johnny_ on September 14th, 2005 11:39 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, it works. Good job.
the heart collectorsummersiren on September 14th, 2005 11:49 am (UTC)
Hehe. Loved it! Great job!
mikie_2 on September 14th, 2005 05:18 pm (UTC)
I like it!

banburytalebanburytale on September 15th, 2005 12:03 am (UTC)
Teehee! Good on George and Ringo; that was a clever plan!
One day I was going to sick of waiting for you, McCartney.
That was awesome!!
woodchoc_magnumwoodchoc_magnum on September 15th, 2005 12:14 am (UTC)
Okay, I'm going to start getting a big head.
Those nice comments have just made my whole day. Thanks everyone!
whatsherass on September 15th, 2005 12:22 am (UTC)
Oh, man. That was GREAT! I dug the relationship dynamics, here. Overprotective!John is super cute. ;) And I really enjoyed the dialogue between Paul and George. I heard it very effortlessly in my head... well done!

This is my absolute favorite passage: "You shouldn't have done that," Ringo said after a moment, shaking his head. "George, you better hope he doesn't tell John."

oceanchild808oceanchild808 on September 16th, 2005 08:10 am (UTC)
Very, very good! I'm so happy there's another great J/P writer on board!!!! I love it when they're protective of each other.