split - chapter 9
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here is the last chapter of my current fic!! hope you enjoy it
Title: plit
Author(s): harliewhats
Pairing: eorge/Ringo
Rating: C-17
Warnings: trong language, explicit sexual scenes
Disclaimer: one of this happened, i own nothing, no libel intended
When Ringo stirred that morning and found himself in George’s arms, he didn’t think anything of it in his half-asleep state, only snuggling more into George’s chest, sighing softly.
‘Mmm … ‘
He blinked sleepily, and noticed his eyes were stinging, and that he wasn’t sure exactly where he was (though the surroundings felt slightly, unplaceably familiar). He was also struck by the unnerving feeling that George might just leave him; so he clung more tightly to his arm, nestling into his shoulder.
‘Mmm, Rings, what’re you doing?’ George murmured suddenly, giggling. ‘You’re squashing me arm.’
‘Sorry.’ Ringo eased George’s arm from his grip, smiling tiredly back at him. Th detailsof last night were beginning t formvaguely in his mind, and he noticed that George’s eyes were exceptionally red, shining with what looked like alarmingly fresh tears.
‘George - ?’
He shook his head, kissing the tip of Ringo’s nose. ‘I only had a little cry.&rsquo
‘But - ‘
‘It’s all right,’ he said softly, pressing a kiss to Ringo’s forehead. ‘Well - it’s not - but - I dunno. It’s better. Much better.’
Ringo exhaled, unsure of how to feel, instea touching is fingertips to George’s, one by one, until the fingers were interwoven under the covers.
‘I’m sorry.’
George nodded, and slipped his arms around Ringo’s chest, pulling him close and nuzzling his hair. ‘I know you are.’
There was silence for a few minutes; Ringo settled, inhaling George’s familiar smoky scent. Being in George’s arms had always helped him to relax, although he hadn’t appreciated how much until now.
‘I just want for it - I want it all to be better again. And it will be.’
Ringo nodded, lips finding George’s chin and pressing a tiny kiss there. ‘It will.’
‘Even if it takes a while.’ George lifted Ringo’s chin, smiling gently, and met his lips for a soft, lingering kiss.
‘I love you.’
‘Love you too,’ Ringo murmured, lips brushing George’s. He smiled again, squeezing Ringo’s hand.
‘The others’ve been up for ages. D’you think we ought to?’
Ring wrinkled is nose. ‘Rather not.’
They did, however, get u shortly, because neither of them wanted Brian to shout at them; though they still took a while to get dressed, Ringo insisting on kneeling behind George’s back tofix is shirt buttons.
‘You look gorgeous, you do.’
George turned to press an affectionate kiss to his cheek. ‘No, you do.’
‘Shh!’ He nuzzled George’s neck, arms wrapped around his waist. ‘You’re not allowed to be nice to me.’
‘How can I help being nice to you?’ George said softly, seemingly more to himself; Ringo didn’t respond, anyway, finding George’s hand and linking it wordlessly through his.
It did feel so different from before, just as George had said it would. They had known each other so well before, practically able to finish each other’s sentences. Now, there was a weight of unspoken words between them - words that Ringo couldn’t articulate, but had a feeling George understood anyway. It all felt a little awkward, a little too hesitant, but at the same time gently exploratory; like the first few months of their relationship, when George had blushed every time Ringo kissed him and neither of them had known quite how to express every one of their feelings
In a way, it was almost as if they had been given the chance to fall in love all over again
It was supposed to be their first day of filming, but no-one expected to make any progress. John and Paul were already giggly when the other two met up with them, and by mid-afternoon, the air around the set was thick with the smell of pot. The four of them - after the exasperated director had given up - had hijacked Brian’s hotel room, and were sharing sandwiches and, in John and Paul’s case, spliffs. George had stopped a while ago, and Ringo had followed suit shortly after. It was peculiar, but right now he didn’t quite feel like numbing his brain.
‘You all right?’
He jumped at the sound of George’s voice, even though he knew George was sat right next to him, one arm wrapped around his waist.
‘Yeah - yeah, fine.’
‘Good.’ George pressed a kiss to Ringo’s cheek, smiling gently. ‘Hmm.’ He glanced at John and Paul, who were currently throwing sandwich crusts at each other and laughing uproariously while doing so
‘Fancy buggering off?’
Ringo grinned, nuzzling George’s neck. ‘Yes, I do.’
‘Ahh, come on then.’ Again he looked over at John and Paul, shaking his head. ‘We’re off.&rsquo
They ignored him, though, and he rolled his eyes, smiling wanly again at Ringo. ‘C’mon, love.’
Ringo nodded, slipping his hand through George’s and letting himself be led down the empty corridor to their room. He found he couldn’t stop smiling - perhaps because he hadn’t done it for so long - and was still grinning when they sat on the bed beside each other, door clicking softly shut behind them.
‘What’s so funny, then?’
‘Nothing.’ He turned George’s face towards his, meeting his lips for a kiss. George’s hand moved slowly up his back, fingers probing the bumps of his spine through his shirt
‘Mmm … ’ Ringo let out a gentle sigh, nibbling on George’s lip. ‘I missed you.’
‘Missed you too,’ George murmured, barely breaking the kiss to speak. Shifting his hand to rest in Ringo’s hand, he eased into another kiss, tongue playing at Ringo’s lips.
‘Oh - ’ He gave a tiny, surprised moan, quickly letting George in and allowing his own tongue to press hesitantly on his. As their kiss became deeper, he began to explore the inside of George’s mouth as George was doing his; the familiar pointed teeth, the curve of his cheekbone. For a few moments, there was silence, save for the brushing of hands against skin and the soft creaking of the mattress.
They finally broke apart after a few minutes, George placing a few more kisses along Ringo’s jaw. ‘I love you.’
‘Love you too,’ Ringo whispered, moving in to kiss along the edge of George’s ear. He responded with a groan, hands sliding down to hold Ringo’s waist; Ringo gasped, linking his hands over George’s and shifting back against the bedhead, still nipping at George’s ear.
‘God - ‘
George made another indistinct noise, moving one hand further down to cup the lump in Ringo’s jeans and meeting his lips again for a hot, clumsy kiss. Breaths ragged, Ringo pulled him closer, pushing their hips together. With a slight, red-faced smile, George began kissing down the side of Ringo’s face, which prompted more moans from him. He tried to remember the last time they had made love.
‘Mmm, Ritchie … ‘
It had been in George’s bed, a couple of days before Christmas, a couple of days before it had all gone wrong. They had been drinking copious amounts of sherry that was too posh for them, and as a result it had been one of those giggly, drunken fucks, full of missed kisses and clumsy flirting. Afterwards, Ringo remembered he had got rather emotional, clinging to George and whispering that he loved him more than anything, forever and always. George had laughed at him, pulling him closer and calling him his “little daisy flower”, before kissing him tenderly to sleep.
‘Ringo? You all right?’
He blinked, and saw George in front of him, his face lightly flushed, eyes shining and mouth lifted in a crooked smile that left one pointed canine hanging over his lip.
‘Think you zoned out on me for a minute there.’
Ringo broke into a smile, linking his hands behind George’s head and nestling into his neck, inhaling his smell - sex and melted chocolate and hot water
‘I’m fine,’ he murmured, kissing along George’s skin as he spoke, ‘brilliant, in fact.’
‘Good.’ He kissed Ringo’s cheek, then his lips, fingers slipping past his waistband one at a time. Ringo moaned against his lips, letting his hand trail down, further down, sliding over George’s hips
George broke off the kiss suddenly, and Ringo cried out automatically, reaching for his shirt, but then realised George was leaning over the side of the bed, apparently looking for something in his still-open suitcase. After a few seconds, he emerged, clutching a small pot of Vaseline in his hands.
‘Nearly didn’t bring this.’
Ringo grinned, taking the pot and placing it on the bedside table, pulling George closer to him; it felt almost surreal to be this near to him after being apart so long - yet the way George made him feel, it was sometimes as if no time had passed at all
‘Ready?’
George’s hand laid on his inner thigh, pressing slightly but still gentle, loving. Ringo gave a nod, another moan catching in the back of his throat as he drew his legs apart, watching George’s movements out of the corner of his eye.
‘Ready.’
George nodded, moving up so his forehead touched Ringo’s, and kissing him with a little more force. He slowly began to undress Ringo, first taking off his jeans, then easing him out of his underwear, hands slipping down his thighs.
‘Mm - ’ He grasped suddenly at the sheets, a pleasant shiver passing through his body. George smiled, lifting his chin into another warm kiss.
‘I love you.’
‘Love you too,’ Ringo whispered against his lips, one hand feeling for the jar on the bedside table. When he found it, he finally opened his eyes, letting his lips brush just under George’s ear, which brought a soft, pleasured sigh from him
‘Now … ‘
He unscrewed the pot’s lid, stroking George through his underwear with one hand. With each movement, George gave a quiet, responsive groan, his eyelids flickering. Ringo pressed a kiss to his cheek, sliding his boxers with some difficulty over his thighs, until his cock (fully erect and slightly wet with precum - oh God, he had ached for this moment) was freed from the confining fabric. There was a thick haze of desire hanging between them, like something explosive in the air; Ringo’s hands shook as he applied the lube to George.
‘Mm - Ritchie - I want y-you - ‘
He had always stammered at these sorts of moments.
’ - so much - ‘
Ringo straightened up, cupping George’s face in his hands and kissing his forehead.
‘You can have me now.’
George smiled at that, and looked with that exactly like his old self. He raised himself up slightly, until there was barely an inch between his face and Ringo’s.
‘I love you. More than anything.’
Before Ringo could reply, George’s lips were on his again, then moving down his neck, brushing his collarbone. He gave a soft moan in response, then another, louder one when he first felt George inside him.
‘Oh - fuck - ‘
How long had it been? Only a couple of months, yet here he was, writhing and gasping like it was only his first time. In a way, this was a lot like their first time - hot and new and hurried - expect it had hurt then, physically, and there was no pain now, just the overriding rush of pleasure.
George grinned, trailing a hand down the side of Ringo’s face. He was flushed, eyes bright and hair sticking up; and he looked happy, genuinely happy. ‘All right?’
Ringo only whimpered in response, kissing desperately down George’s neck. ‘More.’ George smiled, kissing his nose
‘As you say.&rsquo
As George pushed further inside him, kissing along his jaw as he did so, Ringo groaned again, and this time George echoed him, hands gripping at the sides of his waist. Ringo pulled him in closer, so his head rested on his shoulder.
‘You feel s good,’ George murmured, kissing Ringo’s ear as he started to move inside him
‘So do you - ’ - his words were lost to an odd, strangled gasp, which made George laugh.
‘You’re cute when you do that, you know.’
‘Piss off,’ Ringo mumbled, though he couldn’t help smiling. He nibbled along the edge of George’s ear, grinning at the sounds he made. ‘Now who’s being cute?’ George only smirked, drawing himself up again and pulling Ringo with him.
‘Oh - !’ He cried out, surprised at the new feeling, and dug his fingers into George’s back, moving further forward on his lap. ‘Keep going.’ He gave another sudden, sharp gasp a second later, then another; until every thrust sent a shudder jolting through his body, and he could hardly control the sounds he was making. ‘Oh, fuck - right there - ‘
George caught Ringo’s lips in another kiss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue press against Ringo’s. He was giving little moans too, his skin hot against Ringo’s, and with every moment his movements becoming harder, faster
‘Ah Ritchie ‘
George’s words melted into a deep, shuddering groan as he came, sending shivers through Ringo’s body too. ‘Love you,’ he murmured, collapsing against Ringo’s shoulder. His hand still probed his thighs, stroking him until, within a few seconds, he came too.
‘I love you too,’ Ringo said softly, kissing George’s forehead and placing his arms around his shoulders, leaning forward and closing his eyes. ‘So much.’
George nodded, pressing a kiss into Ringo’s neck. ‘Always?’
Ringo looked at George, face breaking into a smile. ‘Whatever happens.’
here is the last chapter of my current fic!! hope you enjoy it
Title: plit
Author(s): harliewhats
Pairing: eorge/Ringo
Rating: C-17
Warnings: trong language, explicit sexual scenes
Disclaimer: one of this happened, i own nothing, no libel intended
When Ringo stirred that morning and found himself in George’s arms, he didn’t think anything of it in his half-asleep state, only snuggling more into George’s chest, sighing softly.
‘Mmm … ‘
He blinked sleepily, and noticed his eyes were stinging, and that he wasn’t sure exactly where he was (though the surroundings felt slightly, unplaceably familiar). He was also struck by the unnerving feeling that George might just leave him; so he clung more tightly to his arm, nestling into his shoulder.
‘Mmm, Rings, what’re you doing?’ George murmured suddenly, giggling. ‘You’re squashing me arm.’
‘Sorry.’ Ringo eased George’s arm from his grip, smiling tiredly back at him. Th detailsof last night were beginning t formvaguely in his mind, and he noticed that George’s eyes were exceptionally red, shining with what looked like alarmingly fresh tears.
‘George - ?’
He shook his head, kissing the tip of Ringo’s nose. ‘I only had a little cry.&rsquo
‘But - ‘
‘It’s all right,’ he said softly, pressing a kiss to Ringo’s forehead. ‘Well - it’s not - but - I dunno. It’s better. Much better.’
Ringo exhaled, unsure of how to feel, instea touching is fingertips to George’s, one by one, until the fingers were interwoven under the covers.
‘I’m sorry.’
George nodded, and slipped his arms around Ringo’s chest, pulling him close and nuzzling his hair. ‘I know you are.’
There was silence for a few minutes; Ringo settled, inhaling George’s familiar smoky scent. Being in George’s arms had always helped him to relax, although he hadn’t appreciated how much until now.
‘I just want for it - I want it all to be better again. And it will be.’
Ringo nodded, lips finding George’s chin and pressing a tiny kiss there. ‘It will.’
‘Even if it takes a while.’ George lifted Ringo’s chin, smiling gently, and met his lips for a soft, lingering kiss.
‘I love you.’
‘Love you too,’ Ringo murmured, lips brushing George’s. He smiled again, squeezing Ringo’s hand.
‘The others’ve been up for ages. D’you think we ought to?’
Ring wrinkled is nose. ‘Rather not.’
They did, however, get u shortly, because neither of them wanted Brian to shout at them; though they still took a while to get dressed, Ringo insisting on kneeling behind George’s back tofix is shirt buttons.
‘You look gorgeous, you do.’
George turned to press an affectionate kiss to his cheek. ‘No, you do.’
‘Shh!’ He nuzzled George’s neck, arms wrapped around his waist. ‘You’re not allowed to be nice to me.’
‘How can I help being nice to you?’ George said softly, seemingly more to himself; Ringo didn’t respond, anyway, finding George’s hand and linking it wordlessly through his.
It did feel so different from before, just as George had said it would. They had known each other so well before, practically able to finish each other’s sentences. Now, there was a weight of unspoken words between them - words that Ringo couldn’t articulate, but had a feeling George understood anyway. It all felt a little awkward, a little too hesitant, but at the same time gently exploratory; like the first few months of their relationship, when George had blushed every time Ringo kissed him and neither of them had known quite how to express every one of their feelings
In a way, it was almost as if they had been given the chance to fall in love all over again
It was supposed to be their first day of filming, but no-one expected to make any progress. John and Paul were already giggly when the other two met up with them, and by mid-afternoon, the air around the set was thick with the smell of pot. The four of them - after the exasperated director had given up - had hijacked Brian’s hotel room, and were sharing sandwiches and, in John and Paul’s case, spliffs. George had stopped a while ago, and Ringo had followed suit shortly after. It was peculiar, but right now he didn’t quite feel like numbing his brain.
‘You all right?’
He jumped at the sound of George’s voice, even though he knew George was sat right next to him, one arm wrapped around his waist.
‘Yeah - yeah, fine.’
‘Good.’ George pressed a kiss to Ringo’s cheek, smiling gently. ‘Hmm.’ He glanced at John and Paul, who were currently throwing sandwich crusts at each other and laughing uproariously while doing so
‘Fancy buggering off?’
Ringo grinned, nuzzling George’s neck. ‘Yes, I do.’
‘Ahh, come on then.’ Again he looked over at John and Paul, shaking his head. ‘We’re off.&rsquo
They ignored him, though, and he rolled his eyes, smiling wanly again at Ringo. ‘C’mon, love.’
Ringo nodded, slipping his hand through George’s and letting himself be led down the empty corridor to their room. He found he couldn’t stop smiling - perhaps because he hadn’t done it for so long - and was still grinning when they sat on the bed beside each other, door clicking softly shut behind them.
‘What’s so funny, then?’
‘Nothing.’ He turned George’s face towards his, meeting his lips for a kiss. George’s hand moved slowly up his back, fingers probing the bumps of his spine through his shirt
‘Mmm … ’ Ringo let out a gentle sigh, nibbling on George’s lip. ‘I missed you.’
‘Missed you too,’ George murmured, barely breaking the kiss to speak. Shifting his hand to rest in Ringo’s hand, he eased into another kiss, tongue playing at Ringo’s lips.
‘Oh - ’ He gave a tiny, surprised moan, quickly letting George in and allowing his own tongue to press hesitantly on his. As their kiss became deeper, he began to explore the inside of George’s mouth as George was doing his; the familiar pointed teeth, the curve of his cheekbone. For a few moments, there was silence, save for the brushing of hands against skin and the soft creaking of the mattress.
They finally broke apart after a few minutes, George placing a few more kisses along Ringo’s jaw. ‘I love you.’
‘Love you too,’ Ringo whispered, moving in to kiss along the edge of George’s ear. He responded with a groan, hands sliding down to hold Ringo’s waist; Ringo gasped, linking his hands over George’s and shifting back against the bedhead, still nipping at George’s ear.
‘God - ‘
George made another indistinct noise, moving one hand further down to cup the lump in Ringo’s jeans and meeting his lips again for a hot, clumsy kiss. Breaths ragged, Ringo pulled him closer, pushing their hips together. With a slight, red-faced smile, George began kissing down the side of Ringo’s face, which prompted more moans from him. He tried to remember the last time they had made love.
‘Mmm, Ritchie … ‘
It had been in George’s bed, a couple of days before Christmas, a couple of days before it had all gone wrong. They had been drinking copious amounts of sherry that was too posh for them, and as a result it had been one of those giggly, drunken fucks, full of missed kisses and clumsy flirting. Afterwards, Ringo remembered he had got rather emotional, clinging to George and whispering that he loved him more than anything, forever and always. George had laughed at him, pulling him closer and calling him his “little daisy flower”, before kissing him tenderly to sleep.
‘Ringo? You all right?’
He blinked, and saw George in front of him, his face lightly flushed, eyes shining and mouth lifted in a crooked smile that left one pointed canine hanging over his lip.
‘Think you zoned out on me for a minute there.’
Ringo broke into a smile, linking his hands behind George’s head and nestling into his neck, inhaling his smell - sex and melted chocolate and hot water
‘I’m fine,’ he murmured, kissing along George’s skin as he spoke, ‘brilliant, in fact.’
‘Good.’ He kissed Ringo’s cheek, then his lips, fingers slipping past his waistband one at a time. Ringo moaned against his lips, letting his hand trail down, further down, sliding over George’s hips
George broke off the kiss suddenly, and Ringo cried out automatically, reaching for his shirt, but then realised George was leaning over the side of the bed, apparently looking for something in his still-open suitcase. After a few seconds, he emerged, clutching a small pot of Vaseline in his hands.
‘Nearly didn’t bring this.’
Ringo grinned, taking the pot and placing it on the bedside table, pulling George closer to him; it felt almost surreal to be this near to him after being apart so long - yet the way George made him feel, it was sometimes as if no time had passed at all
‘Ready?’
George’s hand laid on his inner thigh, pressing slightly but still gentle, loving. Ringo gave a nod, another moan catching in the back of his throat as he drew his legs apart, watching George’s movements out of the corner of his eye.
‘Ready.’
George nodded, moving up so his forehead touched Ringo’s, and kissing him with a little more force. He slowly began to undress Ringo, first taking off his jeans, then easing him out of his underwear, hands slipping down his thighs.
‘Mm - ’ He grasped suddenly at the sheets, a pleasant shiver passing through his body. George smiled, lifting his chin into another warm kiss.
‘I love you.’
‘Love you too,’ Ringo whispered against his lips, one hand feeling for the jar on the bedside table. When he found it, he finally opened his eyes, letting his lips brush just under George’s ear, which brought a soft, pleasured sigh from him
‘Now … ‘
He unscrewed the pot’s lid, stroking George through his underwear with one hand. With each movement, George gave a quiet, responsive groan, his eyelids flickering. Ringo pressed a kiss to his cheek, sliding his boxers with some difficulty over his thighs, until his cock (fully erect and slightly wet with precum - oh God, he had ached for this moment) was freed from the confining fabric. There was a thick haze of desire hanging between them, like something explosive in the air; Ringo’s hands shook as he applied the lube to George.
‘Mm - Ritchie - I want y-you - ‘
He had always stammered at these sorts of moments.
’ - so much - ‘
Ringo straightened up, cupping George’s face in his hands and kissing his forehead.
‘You can have me now.’
George smiled at that, and looked with that exactly like his old self. He raised himself up slightly, until there was barely an inch between his face and Ringo’s.
‘I love you. More than anything.’
Before Ringo could reply, George’s lips were on his again, then moving down his neck, brushing his collarbone. He gave a soft moan in response, then another, louder one when he first felt George inside him.
‘Oh - fuck - ‘
How long had it been? Only a couple of months, yet here he was, writhing and gasping like it was only his first time. In a way, this was a lot like their first time - hot and new and hurried - expect it had hurt then, physically, and there was no pain now, just the overriding rush of pleasure.
George grinned, trailing a hand down the side of Ringo’s face. He was flushed, eyes bright and hair sticking up; and he looked happy, genuinely happy. ‘All right?’
Ringo only whimpered in response, kissing desperately down George’s neck. ‘More.’ George smiled, kissing his nose
‘As you say.&rsquo
As George pushed further inside him, kissing along his jaw as he did so, Ringo groaned again, and this time George echoed him, hands gripping at the sides of his waist. Ringo pulled him in closer, so his head rested on his shoulder.
‘You feel s good,’ George murmured, kissing Ringo’s ear as he started to move inside him
‘So do you - ’ - his words were lost to an odd, strangled gasp, which made George laugh.
‘You’re cute when you do that, you know.’
‘Piss off,’ Ringo mumbled, though he couldn’t help smiling. He nibbled along the edge of George’s ear, grinning at the sounds he made. ‘Now who’s being cute?’ George only smirked, drawing himself up again and pulling Ringo with him.
‘Oh - !’ He cried out, surprised at the new feeling, and dug his fingers into George’s back, moving further forward on his lap. ‘Keep going.’ He gave another sudden, sharp gasp a second later, then another; until every thrust sent a shudder jolting through his body, and he could hardly control the sounds he was making. ‘Oh, fuck - right there - ‘
George caught Ringo’s lips in another kiss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue press against Ringo’s. He was giving little moans too, his skin hot against Ringo’s, and with every moment his movements becoming harder, faster
‘Ah Ritchie ‘
George’s words melted into a deep, shuddering groan as he came, sending shivers through Ringo’s body too. ‘Love you,’ he murmured, collapsing against Ringo’s shoulder. His hand still probed his thighs, stroking him until, within a few seconds, he came too.
‘I love you too,’ Ringo said softly, kissing George’s forehead and placing his arms around his shoulders, leaning forward and closing his eyes. ‘So much.’
George nodded, pressing a kiss into Ringo’s neck. ‘Always?’
Ringo looked at George, face breaking into a smile. ‘Whatever happens.’