Poetry And After, Milkshakes.
I first post it on johnheartppaul cummunity, but I think I should have it in my journal as well.
Here's the link on JHP community
Title: Poetry And After, Milkshakes
Author:
paulwinston
Rating: PG
Warnings: none!
Summarry: John and Paul are in Paris and a poetry leads them to milkshakes. And something more.
Author notes: Hi! So, this is my first fanfiction ever post here on livejournal community. I'm a big fan of John and Paul being lovers theory and of the amount of very good fanfictions posted here on johnheartpaul community. I’ve already write some fanfictions but never thought on post them, until I wrote this one and thought it was good enough. Sorry for any grammar mistake and I hope you all like it! Critics are totally welcome.
Poetry and After, Milkshakes
John opened his eyes slowly and calmly, he felt completely relaxed, his whole body was lazily moving, his skin even felt soft, he shifted a bit, swallowed the taste of morning in his mouth and smiled at the sight of that pretty, flawless boy lying on top of him, with his arm resting on his chest and chewing slightly his lips while being distracted by a pocket size book, apparently a poetry book John brought with him.
Paul and John were in Paris for a couple of days, John didn't remember what day of the week was that exactly. It was a tiresome travel and he was glad he could finally have a good night sleep. Being in Paris, or just being far away from Liverpool, was really changing something between them, or it was just easier let the feelings flow there. Not that before John didn't want to kiss Paul every time he saw the boy and Paul didn't feel the need to cuddle John every time they slept together, principally when John was drunk or sad. Maybe the two of them felt hit by Paris' "city of love" thing. At first, John was sure he wanted to go to Spain, there seemed to be a way lot cooler than Paris for him, but since Paris brought them two to show their feeling, although indirectly, for each other, he felt afraid of leaving there, as if that would broke their spell somehow.
John kept looking straight at Paul, leading his eyes to every inch of the boy's face, his perfect nose, his full lips, those beautiful eyelashes of his and his hair, oh his hair, that dark brown hair almost black, who fell perfectly in his ears and forehead. Still wondering all over the boy in front of him so close, he looked at Paul's hairy arm resting in his chest, he was using his clock as usual and his fingertips were caressing John's chest very calmly, maybe even unconsciously.
John smiled to himself at the sight and the peaceful feeling he was having right at that moment, it was one of those you wish never ended. John automatically yawned and stretched his arms purposely leading one of his hands to rest in Paul's waist, making Paul look at him with wide eyes and starting to get up from the top of John's, embarrassed for being laying that way, both in their underwear, with an puffy blanket around them. John put his hand on Paul's arm resting on his chest before he could complete his movements get up, making him stay at his place.
"Good morning Paul" he said as he smiled loving at him.
"Uhm, good morning John" Paul almost murmured, not looking directly at John and putting the book he was so attentively reading a few seconds ago back on the nightstand, not helping smiling a bit. John reached his hand out of Paul's arm and took his glasses, putting them on.
"Oh yes, now I can see you properly!". Paul smiled brightly at him, even thought he could take off his arm from John's chest, Paul didn't dare to do this. John was already so beautiful, with his glasses that really fit him well John looked even more handsome, if possible. Paul wished John would use his glasses more often, that he didn't felt ashamed of it, nothing would make that boy ugly or uninteresting, but at the same time, Paul didn't know if he could handle more people than usual looking at John.
John looked around the tiny bedroom he was sharing with Paul, it was a simple but a comfortable bedroom, it had a armchair which was full of their clothes laying on it. Their bags were near the bathroom door, the walls were covered with a colonial style wallpaper, the single bed they were sharing was leaning on the wall, opposite them was the window, closed only by the light pink curtains, letting the light of a brand new day getting into the bedroom. John loved the whole atmosphere in that place.
Looking at the clock wrapped in Paul's wrist John saw what time it was, exactly 7:00 am. "Have you been awake for a long time now?" John asked. Paul shifted a bit, caressing quietly John's feet with his own.
"No, not really" Paul answered, looking down a bit as he continued "I went to the bathroom but I came back to bed anyway". John grinned at him.
"I see..." John said. He felt glad Paul came back to bed so he could wake up with the most beautiful sight in the world. Paul sighed and smiled, shocking his head a bit, John's grin was so naughty.
"You were reading thought, my book wasn't it?" John asked looking at Paul and making little circles with his hand on Paul's waist.
"Yeah I was..." Paul said while reaching to grab the book from the nightstand, turning his head to the book once more and searching for some page. "There's some poetry written here, as notes, I reckon they are yours right?"
"Yes, I think they are, have you read them?" John asked with curiosity. Paul nodded, taking a look over the page again.
"They're very nice, I specially liked this one" Paul said putting his indicate finger over a poem written by pen at the corner of the page.
"Let me see it huh?" John said shifting a bit, Paul shifted as well, giving the book to John.
John read the poem and remembered right away the moment he wrote it. It was an rainy afternoon, in John's bedroom he and Paul were feeling quite sleepy, they didn't sleep so well the last night. They made a gig and spend the night with some girls outside the club. John and Paul came back together to John's house, Paul had a song stuck in his mind and wanted to write it right away with John, they spend the morning doing it, now that they were finished, the sleep really caught them. John turned his gaze from the window and looked at Paul, who was sleeping peacefully at John's bed. The sight of him evoked such a beauty that John couldn't help writing about it.
"Lucky one, this person, this girl, you wrote about..." Paul said biting his lips slightly, reading the poem again in his head, breaking John's thought about the afternoon he wrote it.
"Yeah, I think so..." John said. Paul knew he was some of the few people John ever showed his poems, if not the only one. He felt glad John shared it with him, he felt special somehow. John smiled quite nervously
Paul sighed and nodded, resting his head on his arm on John's chest. John felt Paul's hair touching his chest, he took off his hand from Paul's waist and put it the young boy’s hair, caressing it calmly. They were always close to each other like this, touching and carresing discretely, but the fact of being away from the places and people they knew made them feel free to take it further.
"It's ab- it's about you, y'know, this poem", John hesitating a bit. Paul looked up at John's face with those huge pleading dog's eyes, lifting up those perfect shaped eyebrows in surprise. John stuck his breath looked away, what on earth he was thinking to say that bloody romantic poem was about Paul?
John was about the get up from the bed and made up any excuse to go for a walk alone and try to pretend Paul had never even read the poem at first place. But Paul didn’t let him. He put his hand on both sides of John's face, making John look at him with wide eyes. Paul didn't think twice as he closed his eyes and leaned his head, touching his lips with John's, kissing the older boy's upper lip. Paul took back his head and opened his eyes, looking at John as he searched for any sings of angry. He didn't get any. John took a hold of Paul's hair right away and hold it carefully, leaning Paul's lips back to his own. Paul closed his eyes slowly and let himself be taken by the feeling of kissing John, it was harsh and also delicate. Paul couldn't think of anything other the craziness or maybe the most natural thing he was ever doing. John moved one of his hand to the back of Paul's neck and hold him there. The two boys tangled their legs together and kissed full on the lips, exploring each other's mouths, mumbling soft moans and the other's respective name. The only sound that was heard in that bedroom was the shifting of blanket and pillows.
When they finally broke apart, they keep holding each other for a few seconds while they recover they breath. Paul kissed John's forehead and started getting up slowly from the bed. John watched with attention as Paul's body was showed bit by bit as the blanket was left behind.
"Let's go John, we still have to eat breakfast right? I'm hungry" Paul said smiling at him. John nodded and stared getting up as well, holding Paul's hands in his and then bringing Paul next to him again.
"Would you like to have milkshakes as breakfast, madam?" John said acting like a queen's servant. Paul laughed and pushed John off.
"Piss off John, I’m not a madam!". Paul started walking to the bathroom and stopped at the door, turning over a bit. "And yes, I'd like to have milkshake for breakfast".
John smiled and watched as Paul entered in the bathroom and let the door semi-opened. He didn't care about how much money he had brought or how much he could spend, today he would let Paul have all the milkshakes he wanted.