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John sighed at the bag of fanmail on his couch, dreading the night ahead of him. Of course he appreciated his fans. He loved the amount of support they got from them and he knew damn well that he wouldn’t be where they were without their screams of adoration. Although one of the downsides was the copious amounts of fanmail that they had to deal with. Although it wasn’t all bad. Sometimes they would get little gifts, or fanart. Besides, all of the letters were about how much they loved him. Who doesn’t like being loved.
A lot of what John got were just letters about how much his fans adored him, but sometimes he’d get fan media mixed in. He’d get a lot of fanart in the mail, and some of it was actually good. He’d get a lot of fanfiction as well. He got a kick out of reading their little stories about them. Some of them were just fluffy comedy fics about him and the lads getting into whatever little shenanigans their fans would come up with. But a lot of them were, well…
Interesting.
John had noticed something peculiar about the fan media that they got on the regular. He was shocked upon seeing it the first time, but after a while he had just accepted it as another regular occurrence. Since most of their fans were well..teenage girls, they had gotten a lot of romance stories in the mail, and hardly any of them were safe for work. John has been all over Hamburg. He has been to various sex shops and brothels, but some of the things he had gotten from fans made even him blush like a virgin school girl. But there was something….off about them.
Hardly any of them involved women.
Yeah, for some reason, a lot of their fans loved to pair them with each other. ‘Shipping’ was what they called it. Most of the stories that John had gotten were stories about him romantically involved with the other lads, mostly Paul. It made sense as to why the fans would want to pair him with Paul. He was bloody gorgeous and they had an obvious chemistry. But the others? John had no clue. He couldn’t understand the appeal of it. But with Paul, he had to admit, he quite liked reading the ones with Paul. Especially the ones that were not so safe for work.
As John sifted through the various letters and cards, he stumbled across some papers that were stapled together sitting on the edge of the coffee table. Intrigued, he picked them up, and turned them over so that the cover was facing him, and….oh my.
John was staring at a fan drawing of Paul with stylized letters spelling out the title of the fic at the top. It was very well drawn and very lewd. It looked like something out of a nudey-mag he would nick from the shops he would stumble across in Hamburg. It should have disgusted him. It should have made him want to die, seeing a drawing of his best mate, laying down on a bed naked, looking coyly up at the viewer with a blush on his face. But no. John only kept staring, feeling his pants getting tighter with each passing second. Oh god...he had to read this fic.
He opened the cover, a tad disappointed that the rest of it wasn’t illustrated as well, but that's okay. It turned out to be very detailed, and John already had a vivid imagination. Whoever this fan was, they were talented. They could be publishing full-on novels, or posting their art in a gallery. But nope. They were using their talent for Beatle porn. It made John laugh a bit, because honestly teenage John would probably do the same if a quite attractive band of talented girls made their way through England. But of course he would probably die if anything by him ever got sent in. John quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts though, and began to read.
Paul McCartney was on the floor of their hotel suite, looking up at John seductively as he put his hands on his fly. He gave him a naughty smile, knowing exactly what he was about to do, before unzipping his pants, unbuttoning them with ease.
The mental image John got made his face turn a bright shade of red. The thought of Paul looking up at him with those big, seemingly innocent hazel eyes made him almost cream his pants. John however knew that those eyes were far from innocent. He’s seen and heard Paul in Germany. He’s seen Paul shag plenty of birds in some of the filthiest ways he’s ever seen. He knew damn well that Paul McCartney was far from innocent, and yet somehow he managed to pull off the look perfectly.
John shuddered as Paul took his hardened cock out of the confines of his pants, spindly fingers handling it with care. Paul knew all of the right buttons to push, and he hadn’t even taken John in his mouth yet. He licked a stripe down the length of John’s cock like a lollipop, before lightly sucking at the tip like candy.
John held a hand to his mouth as he continued to read, his face growing redder with each passing second. Every paragraph seemed to get hotter and filthier. Now it had gone from a simple blowie to full on anal sex. He had completely forgotten about the other letters that he had received. His hard on was painfully obvious to anyone who would walk in. God, he was so turned on by this. He couldn’t believe he was getting off on the thought of shagging his best mate. It made him feel a twinge of shame, but he quickly waved it away. He hated to admit it, but thoughts like these had popped up in the past before, but that’s all they were. Thoughts. That’s all John would accept. They were thoughts, and nothing more. But sometimes John caught himself staring at Paul a little longer than he should have, and now he was just starting to figure out why.
“Whatcha readin’ Johnny?”
John nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice behind him. He dropped the fic in his hands and scrambled to pick it back up. He looked behind him and of course, it was Paul. Just my fucking luck.
“Shit Paul!” John wheezed, trying to cease the palpitations in his heart. “Don’t sneak up on people like that you dick!”
Paul let out a small giggle as he brought a hand to his mouth. Fuck he was so god damn cute. “Sorry John love, I thought you heard me come in. What’s that?” Paul asked, pointing to the stack of papers John was holding in his hands. “Something sent in from a fan?”
John felt his heart race. Paul could not know what he was just reading. He was praying to the lord that Paul couldn’t see the cover. He stood up and took a step backwards, shielding the papers from Paul’s view. “it’s nothing! Don’t worry about it. Anyways, what did you need?” John asked, trying to change the subject.
However, that only piqued Paul’s interest more. Whatever John had, it was obvious that he really didn’t want Paul to see it. It was probably something dirty, like a porn-mag or something. He smirked, looking at John with a gleam in his eye. Whatever it was, he was going to see it. “No no, what is it? C’mon you can tell me,” He said, stepping closer to John, trying to see what he was hiding.
John continued to step back as Paul moved forward. God dammit why was he so stubborn? “I swear it’s nothing! It’s just another love letter from a fan that’s all! Now seriously what do you want?”
Paul wasn’t having any of John’s bullshit excuses. “If it’s nothing then why can’t I see it? It’s obviously something dirty going by the state of your trousers,” Paul teased, pointing at the bulge in John’s pants. “Come off it, let me see it,” Paul reached for the papers in one swift swipe.
“I swear to god it’s nothing!” John gasped, quickly pulling the papers away from Paul’s grasp. “That’s it. I swear it’s just another love letter sent in by some fourteen-year-old. Now would you please just drop it?” John pleaded, keeping the papers held up.
Paul still wouldn’t let up. He dove for the papers, causing John to jump out of the way. This commenced a chase around the entire hotel suite, with Paul acting as the cat, and John as the mouse. Paul probably chased John all over the suite at least four times by now, diving for the papers, only for John to pull them away. Luckily, John was getting tired.
John dove over the coffee table, away from Paul. Unfortunately, Paul seemed to predict that, and cornered him by the sofa. He tackled John to the ground, reaching for the fic. John had to admit, he found this hot. But it was mostly terrifying. He felt his doom slowly approach as Paul grabbed the fic from his hands. “There, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He teased, standing up over John. John stood up as well, feeling like a teenager caught with contraband, like ciggies or a porn-mag. He felt his heart drop as Paul turned the fic back over to the cover.
Once Paul saw the drawing his eyes went wide. He felt a blush creep up onto his face as he stared at it, taking it all in. However he didn’t regret his decision to steal it from John. In fact, this only intrigued him more. “So this was what you didn’t want me to see? Interesting…” Paul gave a small giggle, continuing to examine the fic. “I must say the cover is very well drawn.”
He heard John speak up from where he was standing. “I- look a fan sent it in! I swear I didn’t-”
“I know you didn’t. Now would you please be quiet John love? I can’t read with you chatterin’ about,” Paul said with a slight chuckle as he turned the cover over, revealing the contents of the fic to him.
John felt his heart skip a beat. He loved it whenever Paul called him ‘John love’. Of course he would never admit it, especially not to Paul. John was sweating bullets as Paul read the fic, reading everything John had been getting off on moments earlier. Oh god, who knows what Paul thought. He probably thought he was some skeevy perv, getting off on the thought of his best friend sucking his cock. Fuck, he would probably never want to speak to him again! He could see the doom of his career and friendship play in his mind like a movie. Oh god why couldn’t he wait until everyone went to bed?
“I must say, whoever wrote this is talented,” Paul said once he finished the fic, snapping John out of his torturous trance. He put it down on the table with the cover facing up. John couldn’t tell if that was intentional or not. He averted his eyes from it once he saw the drawing, feeling shame start to swallow him whole. It was like the Paul in that picture was teasing him, mocking him, reminding him about how much of a pervert he was to get off on a drawing of Paul naked.
“Is this what got you all riled up Johnny?” Paul stepped closer, a mischievous, sneaky grin on his face. John stepped back as Paul continued with his teasing banter, stepping closer, and closer to John. “Is this what made you pop a stiffy? An erotica fic written about your best friend?”
John felt his back hit the wall as Paul continued to step closer. Paul soon closed the gap between the two, pressing John against the wall. “Or was it the drawing that made you hard?” Paul somehow managed to get closer. John could feel his breath on his neck. “Or maybe,” Paul smiled against John’s neck “It was both…”
John remained silent. Paul hit the nail on the coffin with that last statement. He had caught John like a mouse in a trap. There was no way he was getting out of this one. Paul let out another small giggle, making John’s heart palpitate again. “Oh so it was both?” Paul backed away from John’s neck. He was now looking at John directly in the eye, making him squirm. He knew all too well what he was doing. Paul was using his famous McCartney seduction on him and god dammit it was working. “Oh John you naughty boy, thinking about me like that. Were you seriously going to get off on the thought of us possibly, I don’t know…” Paul fiddled with John’s tie a bit, tugging at it. John let out a small whine, as he was brought closer to Paul, their noses were practically touching at this point. “Reenacting it?”
John’s breath hitched. Was Paul seriously suggesting this? Well he had to be, he was kind of pulling at John’s tie. “I-” Was all John could make out, before Paul kissed him. That was all it took. It was like something awakened in John. He went from a coy teenager caught with a girl, to a fucking animal in an instant. He kissed Paul back roughly, tugging at his hair as he slid his tongue into Paul’s mouth. All these pent-up feelings he didn’t know what to do with were now being released all at once. Fuck, he wanted to devour Paul right where he was. As soon as the kiss was broken, Paul dropped to his knees and began to undo John’s fly, just like in the fic, only this time it wasn’t just a mental image. This was for real. John could see the lust in Paul’s innocent doe eyes as he looked up at him through his eyelashes. He watched as Paul unzipped his trousers, taking his rock hard cock out of the confines of his pants. Paul teasingly licked a stripe down his cock before taking the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly. John whined and threw his head back, making Paul smirk. He took John in deeper, before immediately taking him out of his mouth with a pop. John whined at that.
“You liked that didn’t you?” Paul teased, lazily wanking him. “This is much better than reading it from a page in my opinion.” He took John back into his mouth, sucking at the tip like it was made of candy. He swirled his tongue around the slit, lapping at the beads of precum like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Fuck, how was someone who has never given a blowjob before so fucking good at it.
John couldn’t help it. His hands traveled down to Paul’s hair, fingers gripping at the raven black locks, tugging him closer. Paul let out a surprised whimper before gagging around John’s cock. However he didn’t pull away. In fact, his own cock seemed to twitch a bit at that. However once John did it again, he let out a full on moan.
“Oh Macca likes havin’ his hair pulled does he?” John teased, looking down at Paul before pulling it again, thrusting into Paul’s mouth and causing the boy to gag. “Who’s the dirty one now?”
It was such a sudden switch, but Paul didn’t seem to mind. John had quickly gone from being wrapped around Paul’s finger, to fucking his mouth. Paul looked absolutely stunning as John thrust into him, whimpering and whining every time John pulled his hair. John however wanted more than just a blowie. He wanted to fuck Paul right there on that couch.
And that was just what he was going to do.
He pulled Paul off of his cock, almost cumming right there at the sight of him. His lips were all pink and swollen, glistening with saliva that was also dribbling down his chin a bit. His hair was all messed up from John’s hair pulling, and his face was so red a tomato would be envious. He had gone from being mister Put-Together Control Freak McCartney, to an absolutely ruined slut in a matter of minutes. Oh the things John wanted to do to him…
John helped Paul get back up onto his feet before pulling him close by his tie, just as he did to John moments ago. “Why don’t you go sit on that couch for me doll? I wanna fuck you good and proper,”
Paul happily obliged. He practically leaped over to the couch and sat down, excited for what was to come. He knew that John was going to be absolutely brutal with him. Just how he liked it. Hardly anyone other than a few Hamburg prostitutes knew that he liked it rough, and the thought of John absolutely destroying him on that couch made his cock ache in his pants.
John pressed Paul against the couch, looming over him like a predator would his prey. He bit and kissed Paul’s neck, making the younger whine below him. To John it sounded far prettier than any song he had ever sang. He wanted to drive more of those sounds out of that boy, not caring who he woke up. He immediately undid Paul’s tie, throwing it aside as he slid off Paul’s dress shirt, exposing his beautiful chest. His nipples were a perfect dusky pink which John desperately wanted to suck right now. He wanted to leave bites and hickeys all over him, marking Paul as his, and only his.
“Fuck you’re stunning Macca,” John muttered, kissing down to Paul’s belt. Soon his belt, trousers, and briefs were gone, leaving him completely naked in front of John. Fuck! This was way better than some fan drawing.
John held two fingers up to Paul’s mouth, taking Paul’s cock in his left hand. “Suck them love. Dunno where the lube is,”
Paul obeyed happily, taking John’s fingers into his mouth and sucking them like a champ. John never thought the sight of his fingers in someone’s mouth could be so arousing, but it was. Once John thought they were wet enough, he slid them out of Paul’s mouth. He brought them down past Paul’s cock, past his taint, and to his hole. Paul shivered as John teased the rim, face turning bright red.
“Cute,” John teased, nibbling the shell of Paul’s ear as he slowly slid his middle finger into Paul. He admired how Paul whimpered beneath him, coming completely undone by a finger. God, John couldn’t wait to completely ruin him. He slid in two, scissoring him open, and then eventually three. He kept stretching Paul open with his fingers, making sure not to hurt him, until he thought he was prepped enough. He spat on his hand, wanking himself off a bit to lubricate his own cock before lining up at Paul’s entrance.
“Ready?”
Paul nodded, butterflies pooling in his stomach as John slowly slid inside of him. It stung, Paul had to admit, but it stung in the most delicious way. John kissed and licked at Paul’s neck to take his mind off of the pain, waiting for him to get used to the stretch. He started to move slowly, watching as Paul squirmed below him, and then it happened.
Paul let out one of the most feminine whines he had ever heard. He was gripping at the couch cushions, looking like he was on the moon.
“Looks like I found yer spot Macca,” John teased, hitting it again. Paul whined and gripped onto John, nails digging into his back. John took that as a sign to move, and he started back up where he started, only this time he was picking up the pace.
Paul would whine loudly every time John hit his prostate. John only continued to pick up speed as he thrust into Paul harder and harder each time. He had him pinned against the couch, gripping his shirt. His face was red and sweaty, his perfect plump lips forming an O shape as John fucked him against the couch. The most beautiful and sinful sounds came from his mouth, begging John to go harder, to go faster. He wanted John to completely ruin him on that couch.
“F-Fuck!” Paul gasped as John snapped his hips back into Paul. “Oh sh-shit, I’m gonna cum-” Paul’s sentence was cut off by him whimpering into John’s shoulder as he was fucked harshly. Paul’s whimpering was music to John’s ears.
“Fuck, look at you Macca,” John panted, feeling his orgasm approach. “You look so beautiful with me cock up your arse,”
Paul couldn’t even respond with proper words at this point. The only words he was able to come up with was an endless string of curses and profanities that would make even a sailor blush. But he didn’t care. All he cared about was orgasm, and dammit John was going to get him there. He could feel the familiar knot of arousal in his stomach as John hit his prostate again, and again, and again. Fuck, he was close.
“You’re close Macca,” He panted against his neck, feeling himself approaching his high as well. “I can tell. I’m close too,” He was absolutely loving the way Paul clenched around his cock as he approached climax. “I’m gonna fill you up, make you mine.”
That last sentence was what drove him over the edge. Paul screamed as he came all over his chest, spewing sheets of white all over him and John’s torsos. That sight alone was what brought John to his high, and he came all over Paul’s walls, filling him up with his seed.
John pulled out of Paul, collapsing onto the floor as he watched his cum seep out of Paul’s arse. When he looked up at Paul, he looked absolutely ruined. His hair was wild, and damp with sweat that was dripping down his forehead. His cheeks were red, and his mouth was open, panting as he came down from his high. He looked back over to John, and let out a laugh.
“We’re so doing this again Lennon,” He panted, shakily getting up. “I’m going to go take a shower. Care to join me?”
John looked back at him with a cheeky grin before getting back up onto his feet, using the coffee table for support. “Happily,” He replied, walking with Paul over to the hotel’s bathroom.
As he turned around to shut the door, he saw the fanfic sitting on the coffee table, the drawing still visible since it was cover-side up. John stifled a chuckle, amused that it was a fanfic that started their whole…endeavor. God, if only that fan knew…