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"Bet me in with this shit again, and I'll literally kill you."
"Shut up, you look great."
Whirling around, ends of his high skirt flowing upwards, revealing the outline of the black, leather garter straps fastened firmly around his milky thighs, Paul shot a flustered glare over towards Richard. The older's expression is unmoved, looking absolutely ridiculous in his lion costume that had been kid sized but for Ringo there's always a kid discount on certain things. Especially due to his small size, and it's just an enjoyable concept for the others when they go into the teen sized aisle to find goofy things for Richard to wear during a costume event. Paul sighed at the polaroid camera flashing due to Richard taking numerous pictures so that he could keep the memory of Paul's appearance in his head, most likely to laugh at later on in their years together.
Paul looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes flashing in embrassment as he skimmed his eyes over his reflection. Richard said he looks good, although those words in itself seemed a bit hollow. Right now he was currently barefooted, black socks covering his two feet, rising all the way up along his legs to his midthighs in which the hem of his skirt covered, garter straps completeing the suggestive attire. Paul gnawed on his bottom lip, glaring over at what was supposed to be his upperwear which was supposed to be some type of bra that fitted nicely around his torso, but he refused to wear that exiting out of this bedroom to go back downstairs. Richard made one last request for him even though Paul already reached for the oversized white t shirt to bury himself in. "You can't just go down there with an unfinished costume, have you lost your sense in style? That's like going down half naked."
"Shut up. I didn't even want to wear this anyways, so take it as you will or help me take this off." Paul snapped, cheeks painted red despite his stern words, turning away from Ringo, he put the shirt on with a stubborn grunt. Richard rolled his eyes at that, taking one last picture of Paul's ass before the shirt could cover it, standing up off of the bed, and heading over towards the door with the younger man following behind him with a small pout. The halloween party is all Ringo's plan, he didn't really want to have one because since he already lost a bet, it would make George have to feast his eyes on his appearance. George would most certainly, probably, 64 percent jump out of a window once he sees him but Paul's mind is too hooked up on his boyfriend's reaction instead.
Paul knew that a few people would be here, Ringo is friendly enough to have lots of local friends gravitate towards him so it might have been a full house. Luckily enough, the house is big, spacious and neat since the setting was actually Brian's home, John somehow persuaded him to hand it over for the night. Paul genuinely tried to be elated, but this damn bet was killing him on the inside. Richard led the two of them down the spiral of stairs, passing by a group of people whom already shown up early with their partners in their arms, stealing drinks before Richard could even serve them. Paul brushed past the smaller man as Richard greeted his friends, a preppy smile on his face, with glistening blue eyes and a chirpy voice.
Pouring lemonade into a red cup, Paul glanced over at the expensive alcohol before murmuring something under his breath. Nah, he doesn't need any liqour right now or maybe not in the future of tonight, he's already dressed in slutty clothes, he doesn't need to be piss drunk around strangers that he barely knew. When he heard a loud rise of cackling at the front door of Brian's home, mostly familiar voices, and the sudden burst of music beginning to resonate throughout the home, Paul found himself darting out of the kitchen. Before he could end up being spotted by a new entourage of guests in embarassing halloween costumes, he raced into the pantry and closed the door behind him. Alright, so maybe he has the chance to hide away from people before he can become embarassed at himself even more than he already is.
Paul hummed, flicking the light on, glancing around the pantry with curious eyes. Brian had lots of wine in here. Paul wonders if Brian ever taken someone out on a date, being the wine handler, and all with all of these glass bottles. Most of them Paul hadn't even tried yet. "Paul," John knocked on the door, causing the younger to launch out of his thinking orbit, grasp at the hem of the shirt and tug it down even more as if he was being exposed at that very second. "I literally saw you rush into the pantry room after pouring some lemonade into a cup. What's wrong with you? Did you see something that scared you? Why'd you get so jumpy?"
"No." Paul uttered, knowing that it wouldn't make sense. "I'm wearing something from the bet Richard made earlier today, please, just go away. It's embarassing." John took a couple of seconds before opening the door anyways, eliciting a high gasp from Paul as he strode in, closing it behind him while Paul backed up against one of the shelves. "Hey, I told you to not come in dummy, get out." He said, not sounding too convincing as John slowly approached him with wondering eyes.
"Let me see it."
Paul's breath hitched, eyes widening a bit. "What?"
"Let me see what you're wearing, baby. I know the shirt isn't it because you wouldn't be hiding." John said, a tilt in his head as he crossed his arms over his chest, voice being welcoming and inviting which made Paul stare at him cluelessly. In response, Paul massaged and gripped the ends of the white shirt tight in his fists, beginning to fluster even more as John stared longingly at him, expectant and patient.
"Not here." Paul breathed, turning his eyes away from John as he talked softly. "There's no lock on the door and anyone could come in to see us. I don't want anyone else to see me like this, but you, I guess." He admitted shyly, not even noticing the way John reached out to grasp gently at his cheek, a small smile spreading on his face with truly flattered eyes. Paul blinked when John leant to kiss at cheek, nodding his head afterwards as he pulled away from the younger, those two small gestures just having Paul relax completely. It came to him as John wanting him to be truly comfortable, the discomfort being obvious since Paul's being incredibly closed up, it warmed his little heart up seeing his boyfriend being so soft with him. Although it's the bare minimum, it has always been a treat seeing John like that.
"Where are you two going?" Came a question from a half drunk George, causing John to suddenly halt, his hands firm on Paul's waist as the two young men headed upstairs. Paul instinctively pulled at his shirt to cover himself even though nothing was really showing. He was beginning to flush a bit when John eventually noticed, the older tapping at his hip to settle him down a bit, craning his head over to look at George who swayed just a bit due to the loss of his soberness. Paul leant against John for a few seconds, eyeing George closely to measure the younger's facial expressions, seeking if there's any suspicion drinking into his half drunken face.
"He's not feeling well. Must've drunk something displeasing." John shrugged, dismissing any other words that could have slipped out of George's mouth by basically hoisting Paul upstairs which caused Paul to squeak out in surprise. "We'll be back down in a bit, don't worry about us, go and have fun." John said nonchalantly, waving a lopsided George off before continuing to tread the rest of the way up the steps with his younger boyfriend. George watched the two of them leave with a knowing look, scrunching his nose up in disgust before resuming his stroll through the crowded house.
As they made their way up the steps Paul suddenly gave John a weird look, skimming his eyes suspiciously over his clothes before squinting at him and letting their quick pace up the rest of the steps come to an abrupt stop.
"What?" John asked, frowning at Paul as he was tugged back by the younger man.
"Where's your costume?"
John smiled at that, puffing his chest out, reveling in the playful scoff of annoyance Paul emitted form the sight. "I am my costume, I'm John Lennon. That's the best costume, right? Now come on, let's head into one of the rooms already, I want to see you." John said in a sly voice, his hands finding themselves on Paul's waist as he lead both of them towards one of Brian's guest rooms while Paul continued to ramble on about how you can't be your own costume. Paul's subtle jumpy nerves slowly died down throughout their journey down the foyer, making a right, heading up towards one of the doors to the guest room. He began to relax overtime, breathing through his mouth, feeling the flush of his thighs begin to itch a little bit due to the movement of the garter straps pressing against his soft skin as he walked.
John was the one that opened the door for him, watching as Paul walked in with a small smirk on his cheeky face that earned him a small smack on his chest from the other man. John laughed breathily, strutting inside of the bedroom himself as soon as Paul made his way to the center of the room, playing shyly with the hem of his shirt as he looked at John with pretty eyes. "Did you close and lock the door?" Paul asked before doing anything else, arching a brow at John when the older man immediately scurried back to the door with a small sound of surprise, closing it shut before twindling with the lock until a clicking sound could resonate across the room. With brand new confirmation of privacy, Paul sighed and began to peel the length of the shirt upwards whilst John's frontside was still turned away from him.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's locked." John muttered, turning around to face Paul, his eyes immediately focusing in on what his boyfriend had on. Paul had the ends of his shirt covering his face, wanting to hide himself as John basically observed his appearance without any apprehension. John released his hold on the door handle, and casually flicked on the light switch so that he could get a better look, taking a few steps towards Paul with a surprised look on his face. "There's no way you actually took on this bet." John laughed out before he could even stop himself, grasping at Paul's hands to pull the shirt down and off of his face so that he could take a good look at him.
Paul seemed to resemble an actual tomato, a slight furrow in his brow as he stared at John with a small pout drawn on his face. "What is so funny? I look horrible, and the first thing you do is laugh?"
"I laughed because you're being overdramatic." John corrected lowly releasing Paul's hands, beginning to unashamedly eyeing Paul up and down, taking slow steps around him as if he were a predator observing his prey, further flustering the slightly annoyed lad. "I don't see the problem, you look absolutely beautiful. The way those socks hug your legs, that skirt hooked around your pretty waist, the way the straps hug your thighs." He continued, naming everything that his eyes roamed over while Paul just stood there and let those words sink into his brain, throat clogging up with speechlessness as butterflies emerged deep within his stomach.
Paul's breath hitched lightly in his throat when John's hands found themselves roving amongst his legs, feeling featherly upon his thighs as his backside became pressed against John's torso.
"Hey!" Paul hiccuped, thumping pathetically at John's hands. Ignoring the soft noise of surprise from the suddden thump, Paul whirled around and faced the older with a non serious glare. "What are you doing? If you think that you can just feel me up at a halloween party with dozens of people downstairs then you're mistaken."
John threw his hands up in defense, face flushed while his eyes blinked almost innocently at the younger. "What do you expect me to do? Stand still while you're looking like that? If anything you've made my wildest dreams come true."
Paul side eyed him for a few seconds, lifting his shirt up again to glance down at the appearance of his bottom half, genuinely contemplating over the outcome of what this shall bring before sighing with a small quake erupting inside of him. "Okay, whatever you have in mind, we can do. But it has to be fast, quiet, and not messy either because we can't get Brian's sheets all dirty." He warned, wagging his finger at John while narrowing his eyes at the man at the same time.
John's hands fell to his side, eyes lighting up as he smirked. "That all depends on you baby."
Being extremely caught off guard, Paul had to literally regather himself after that, stumbling over his next words with widened eyes. "It's not just me! You buffoon, don't act like you haven't -"
"Inside voice Paul, now didn't you say you want this to be fast? You running your mouth is just going to slow us both down. No one is going to get it up."
"I can talk all I want."
"You won't get a word out if my dick is in your mouth."
Paul inhaled sharply, silencing himself before he even knew he did it.
In the next minute, John's cock was literally in Paul's mouth, fingers crunched into the scalp of Paul's head as he guided the younger's head subtly. Paul squeezed his teary eyes closed, glossening lips tightening around the spine of John, cheeks red, throat a bit sore already as he gripped at the older's legs for leverage. John thought he looked cute, the way Paul would intake a breath through his nose, too focused on making John feel good to give himself some much needed relief through the teasing layers of his skirt. Speaking of his skirt, John grew weak at the sight of Paul's skirt splayed along his thighs as the man sat on his legs, revealing the stripe of pale skin that the black socks thankfully couldn't seem to cover. John wonders what it'd be like if Paul straddles him with the skirt and socks on, would it flow gorgeously up his legs as he bounces on his dick? John imagines the front of the skirt being lifted due to the hardness of Paul's cock straining upwards, it makes his mouth water, mind go hazy.
John thrusts into Paul's mouth, listening into the small cough that results from doing that. Paul fluttered his eyes opened, blinking up at John through his thick eyelashes a sadistic look in his rather innocent eyes. John groaned, chest heaving as soon as Paul began tightening his suction and running his tongue along the underside of his cock. God he's insane. Paul hummed and closed his eyes again, jaw going slack as he guided John's hips back and forth, his hands moving from his thighs up to John's waist to grip it tightly as he controlled the way of John's hips. John barely even noticed, too hooked on the feeling of Paul's mouth hugging brilliantly at his dick, just all out snuggling the damn thing. "Shit." John breathed, fluttering his own eyes closed, suddenly picturing himself inside of an elevator in a fancy hotel suite, scents of roses, candies, Paul, and sunflowers, all just barreling inside of his head.
Once Paul felt John twitch into full hardness inside of his mouth he immediately loosening his grip on his waist, hands falling into his lap as he popped off of the cock. John knew the signal, chuckling as he hoisted Paul upwards, mentally noting that both of the younger's legs must've fallen asleep whilst he was sucking him off. Paul giggled anyways as he fell backwards onto the bed with John crawling in between his legs, always flattered at John's ability to come to a conclusion with things beforehand. John dipped a hand under his skirt, feeling at the laced panties that Richard spent almost two hours convincing the younger to put on, feeling the damp fabric against his warm palm, John shivered when Paul sighed gently. "Sorry I kept you waiting."
Paul squirmed when the older groped at his clothed cock, moisture from the tip wettening up the underwear as he was stimulated. "John, please - I said fast. No foreplay you bastard." He whined out, barely getting the words out due to flashes of white shooting throughout his body, a soft moan escaping him once the sentence somehow made it through his lips.
"How about I just finger you so you can shush?" John questioned, not really expecting an answer as he went to bunch the panties to the side with his thumb anyways. Paul glared up at him, but he didn't object to it since John's fingers always felt like heaven whenever they were settled inside of his ass. "I don't think Brian has lube in here, so can you just -" Paul impatiently grasped at John's other hand, immediately sticking two of the older's fingers into his mouth, gathering as much saliva as he could to drench his two fingers for inevitable preparation. The hard part is bottoming out, but it's usually overcasted by the strong urge to fuck each other as soon as possible. John strokes his cock with his other hand, releasing soft moans and slowly twisting his palm around the length as he fucks his two fingers inside of the wet heat of Paul's soft mouth.
Paul's eyes are closed for the meantime, legs parting open instinctively as John removes his fingers from the wet mouth, strings of Paul's saliva falling onto his chin whilst the older moves his fingers in between his legs. Willing himself to relax, Paul lifted his legs up just a bit, holding his breath to brace himself a little while John gingerly began to hook his fingers inside of him. "Is this good?" John asked breathily, a small smile forming on his face as he massaged his fingers against the tight grip of Paul's smooth walls, trying to open him up the best l he could so the slide wouldn't be too hectic. Paul exhaled shakily with a small nod, shifting his hips downwards a bit to adjust himself in sync with the intrusion, his hands spreading out against the sheets as John curled his fingers upwards into the sensitive bundle of nerves.
John pulled away a little bit, his fingers still pumping eagerly inside of Paul, giving attention to the sight of his hand basically lost inside of Paul's skirt. As he stroked his own cock, making sure to aim his fingers directly at his postate, John groaned out softly when Paul began to react to the touch. His boyfriend shivering against the bedsheets, breaths slowly picking up and his legs twitching as he moaned out in a suddenly desperate voice, the fabric of his skirt beginning to lift as his cock prodded against his underwear. John really wanted to fuck him at that moment, but there's no appropriate lubrication for that, or there is but that'd just take too much time. Also, Paul wants it fast, quick, to be done with before they could really get into a groove. So with that, John begins to speed the movements of his fingers fucking them quick into Paul's ass as he jerks himself off in the same pace.
Paul arches his back, blood running hot as his hips fidgets indecisively, overhwelmed, and shook with the droplets of white spotting his vision. "John, John, John," Paul chanted out, voice breaking a little due to the breathiness, the haze of pleasure washing through him, his bucking away from the thorough pace of John's fingers massaging his prostate. John released his cock, grabbing at his legs and pulling him forward before wrapping his fingers around his length again with eagerness to get off, especially to the beautiful sounds exiting Paul's lips. Paul twists against the bed, lips parted and his eyes suddenly fluttered open while he pushed his hand down into his skirt to rub at his clothed cock, feeling too out of it to actually pull his cock out and stroke himself.
Besides, with the way John's fingers massaged at his prostate, he's not sure if he could do anything without passing out from the burning stimulation that gathered in his gut.
"Shh, you said we need to be quiet. Making your own rules and not following them, huh?" John questioned, voice purposely low enough for it to be drowned out by Paul's cute noises. Twisting his hips, and bucking them down, Paul cried out in ecstasy, his legs suddenly falling open even more which made the sight of the skirt hugging around his waist, including his upperthighs. At this point, John took his hand off his cock and raised it up to Paul's face, cupping at the younger's cheek with his thumb dipping into his mouth. "Suck on it." John ordered in a voice that sent a tremor down Paul's spine. After giving him a shifty look, Paul wrapped his lips around his thumb only seconds before the other man drove his fingers into his entrance again.
Seizing up with his cock dribbling with moisture, Paul breathed through his nose, rushed and sharp as he groaned against John's fingers. "Mm -" He managed to elicit, eyes falling closed as he squirmed into the sheets. The older's eyes were on him, having nothing else to do since both of his hands were occupied, right up until it hit him that Paul's hands weren't doing anything special at the moment. Paul must've realized that too since he took advantage of that realization, wrapping his fingers around John's cock after reaching down blindly to grasp it, tugging at the older's dick with urgency. John scooted close, lifting himself up in between Paul's legs so that the two of them could shift their arms around more comfortably.
Paul's hand mushed between his legs still rubbing at his cock, slipping it into his own underwear to give the straining length some relief, his other hand aching a bit since he's stroking John's dick just as desperately. John fucked his fingers deeper inside of him, curling them until Paul's breath was hitching into an embarassingly high sound, turning his head so that his cheek was digging into the sheets with a slacked jaw. With his own hips stuttering against Paul's hand, John moaned out Paul's name gently, "Fuck baby. Keep on, let me see you cum."
Paul laid limp against the bed, numb with thrumming sensations, blood running hot in his veins as he gasped aloud which made John's thumb brush against his teeth. Paul's legs shook as he panted out against the sheets, not even knowing what his actions were anymore, everything on autopilot as pleasure possessed him to a point where he couldn't even hear John's words. A hot flashed drenched him, almost making blackout when John leant forward to leave encouraging kisses along his neck, removing his hand from Paul's cheek to bring some relief to himself again since Paul's hand stilled its movements.
"John, I'm gonna -" Paul heard himself saying, a moan of his own cutting him off, leaving his eyes fluttering back and his body to go rigid with intensity. John suckled on his neck, humming in amusement, and sighing in satisfaction when Paul's hand started moving with his again. Paul's chest heaved as he twitched without control underneath the older. "Fuck, it feels - your fingers feel so good, please just - fuck me."
Of course that wasn't really Paul talking, and John knew that. However the idea that he brung his boyfriend to a brink where he's rambling on like this without feeling embarassed was what tipped John over. The older let out a shaky moan into Paul's skin, releasing himself as a pleasure roared through him violently, sending him falling against Paul limply until the younger whined out in need. John shook as he caught on, brushing his fingers into the sweet spot again, just as Paul brushed his palm over his cock again which made Paul's toes curl as he yelped out.
Arching his back upwards, hands flying somewhere, Paul shivered in fucking delight while he came hard inside of his underwear. John sloppily kissed him quiet, barely swallowing down the pornographic moan that slipped through his boyfriend's lips as he rid on the aggressive waves of his aftershocks. Paul let John kiss him until his mind puzzle pieced itself back together, recognizing that he actually has limbs again which caused him to gently shove John off of him. "Y-You came all over my skirt, why didn't you warn me? I would've let you do it in my mouth or something, but now everyone is going to see."
"First thing you do is complain." John chuckled breathlessly, his cheeks adorably flushed, removing his fingers which made Paul elicit a slight whimper. "Plus, you seem too far gone to pay any mind to wherever I release at. If anything you were helping me."
"What if Brian sees droplets of it?"
"Now you're just being too specific. Do you want to get changed or do you want to walk around just like that?"
Paul stared at him, ready to seem as if he were going to complain about having to change until there was a knock at the door, and then a gentle thud as if someone's body fell against the door. "Johnnyyy, is Paulie okay? I heard he was sick and I'm worried if I took the bet too far because he did seem kind of uncomfortable in the outfit. I didn't know he'd be really sick." Richard explained, slurring a bit which kind of surprised the two of them since the party didn't start too long ago for anybody to be thoroughly drunk.
Kind of? Speak of a goddamn understatement, Jesus. Paul squinted his eyes at the door, surpressing an insult since he wants it to stay like he's too ill to really say anything.
"Paul has a small fever, I think we're just going to chill up here for the night and watch Nightmare on Elm's street or something." John said, a small smirk on his face. "Tell everyone to not bother us, he's really feeling out of it."
"Okay! Tell Paul I said sorry, and I hope he feels well. Enjoy your -"hiccup "-movie, me and George will be downstairs if you two ever need anythinggg." Richard managed, pushing himself off of the door to go and make his way back down the hall to the staircase to make his escape from the upstairs, his drunk mind telling him that he does not want to be contaminated with whatever illness Paul has.
Paul pushed at John's shoulder to get his attention again now that richard's gone, a small frown planted on his still pinkish colored face. "Nice excuse, now Brian's going to be all over me tomorrow like a mother hen. Also, what do you think I can change into? Did you only want to have sex with me because of what I'm wearing or am I overthinking?"
"Overthinking, because I've been wanting you all day. Secondly, you can wear one of Brian's clothes, he'll give you a pass because you're supposed to be a sick weasel. You can't just refuse to give a ill man your clothes if they don't have any to wear." John explained with a small eye roll that made Paul feel like an idiot for a brief second, until John leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips that made the younger's stomach flutter. Paul sighed into it, earning a shy smile from John when the older pulled away, grasping at his hand. "C'mon, let's go and get cleaned up before things get shitty."
"Are you sure Brian isn't going to mind me wearing his clothes?" Paul queried again with a suspiciously raised eyebrow, wanting to know if John meant it.
"The only person that really is going to mind it is me. You wearing another man's clothes, bleh, makes me sick. But it's not like you've brung extra, so we'll deal with it baby. Now seriously, let's get going."
"Fine, but this matter won't be dropped."