Hmmmm.

[lennony_fresh]

So, it's my birthday.

Who will shag me?

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[sweetpaulie]

*snorts to hide how uneasy and inadequate the question makes him feel* Oh, well, I’m sure you’ll find someone, Lennon. *cough pointedly, wondering what the hell he’s doing here* Got you a present. Sorry I’m late. *hands such a neatly wrapped present that it looks borderline obsessive *

[lennony_fresh]

::blinks as he glances up at Paul, before allowing a slow smile to creep across his face:: Thanks, McCartney. ::laughs softly, as if at some private joke, as he picks at the meticulous wrapping of Paul's present:: As it happens, I've got something for you too...

[sweetpaulie]

*frowns suspiciously at the cryptic glint in John’s eyes. Not that the man is usually any easier to decipher* “Yeah?” *pads closer carefully* “What is it?” *smiles then, the lure of a present making him as naive as a child unsuspectingly climbing into Santa’s lap*

[lennony_fresh]

::reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled sheet of paper:: ::smooths it out to reveal a picture of two very stylized but unmistakable figures:: See... that's us. Pretty chummy, aren't we? ::grins broadly::

[sweetpaulie]

*rolls eyes* Nah. You call me the sex gladiator. Incredibly more embarrassing, if you want my opinion. *sighs under John's hands, letting him touch him wherever he wants, his eyes blinking open when he starts rubbing against him and stroking him* Get of. Christ, John, 'm not a bloody machine! *glares, mildly irked*

[lennony_fresh]

Well, you would look cute in a pair of those little sandals... ::obediently withdraws his hands from Paul, then pats his back in a conciliatory manner:: 'M sorry, mate, I forget sometimes, y'know? ::freezes abruptly, entire body going still, as if he's had some sort of epiphany:: Hey Macca... do me a favor?

[sweetpaulie]

*chuckles, trying to hide it, shoulders shaking a bit* Not even in your dreams, Lennon. *raises a brow and purses his lips* you forget

[lennony_fresh]

Mm, yeah... know what I'd do, I'd pit you and George against each other, have you slug it out for my love. That'd be rich. ::is silent for a moment, lost in some kind of sweaty, filthy Paul/George gladiator fantasy::

..hm? ::turns to look at Paul frankly, stroking his hair in what he hopes is a reassuring manner:: I just, want to... want to touch your feet, is all. ::mumbles, blushing slightly::

[gereiheimer]

*rolls his eyes but chuckles, amused* I’m not fighting George naked and oiled just for your viewing pleasure. *pauses and considers* Although…if you have some kind of voyeur kink, I’m sure we could persuade the boy to do a little writhing *snorts*

*leans into John’s hand with a sigh and watches him carefully, unnaturally perfect eyebrows shooting up* My feet? *taken aback* they have nothing special, you know *shrugs, somewhat puzzled* But okay, I mean, why not?

[lennony_fresh]

No, silly, the gladiators weren't naked, they wore those darling little leather aprons- ::groans involuntarily as Paul mentions writhing George:: Ooh, stop that, you, or I'm gonna have to fuck you again...

::carries on petting Paul's hair, a bit hesitant to explain himself, perhaps regretting mentioning Paul's feet in the first place:: I just... you're sure, you don't mind? ::runs a hand down Paul's calf before tentatively caressing the arch of his foot::

[sweetpaulie]

*sleeps soundly, slumped on his side with his back to John, breathing deep and even, giving a soft moan when someone gently pushes his shoulder* Mn. *rolls on his back with a hum, eyes blinking open sleepily and focusing on John, recognising him at once but not necessarily processing why they are lying naked in bed together, smiling drowsily* ‘Lo *whispers, his voice gruff, rolling on his side and facing John, closing his eyes again*

[lennony_fresh]

Hey. ::grins broadly and kisses Paul quickly but saucily on the lips, with a generous flick of tongue:: 'S gonna be a great day, Macca. I can just feel it. ::tousles Paul's hair and kisses him again, squirming closer to press his chest against Paul's and drape an arm around his shoulders::

[sweetpaulie]

Mn *eyes blink open when John kisses him, his tongue stroking Paul's lower lip and making a shiver run down his spine* John. *states quietly, frowning a little before he remembers, wrapping an arm around John's shoulders, liking the feeling of their chests pressed close, his body still warm and heavy* we still doing that today, then? *asks sleepily, sounding soft*

[lennony_fresh]

Thought maybe we could. ::runs a hand through Paul's hair, admiring the rich, many-layered color, what appears to be a deep brown so dark it's almost black; then nuzzles Paul's pale shoulder, and nibbles lightly to bring a bit of rosy blush to the skin, breathing deep of its familiar scent:: Mmm... thought we'd make a day of it, why not? Lots of positions we haven't tried 'n such.