Something Like Love

Chapter Twenty-two

John was sitting on a couch inside Paul's house, listening to the radio. The latter was in the kitchen, fixing John and himself a cup of tea.

Jim was outside showing Mike how to change the oil in a car, leaving the couple inside to do, well, nothing, actually.

Paul walked into the sitting room with two fresh cups of tea and plopped down on the sofa next to his partner. He handed John his tea whilst taking a sip from his own.

"I've been thinking..." Paul started.

"Oh, dear.."

"And I guess you've told Stu about us?"

"Mhmm," John nodded. He watched as Paul carefully set down his cup and gently place his hands on his knees.

John uncrossed his legs and sat up, figuring this was an important matter by the looks of it.

"Well, since you've told your best friend, I think it's only fair that we tell mine," Paul finished. The older lad nodded slowly, pretending to agree with this.

He didn't of course.

George was 3 years his junior-- way too young to keep this secret. He'd probably accidentally tell half of Liverpool about their relationship. Either that or he'd be mad as hell.

"Are you sure we should tell him? He's still practically a baby. If we tell him about our illegal relationship, he might implode right there and then," John reasoned. Then he thought for a moment.

"Actually, let's do it. Call 'im."

Paul slapped his arm, not thinking that was funny at all.

"You got to tell Stuart, so I get to tell George."

"But what if he tells someone?"

"He won't."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's George."

".....I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand," John said, dumbly. Paul huffed in frustration. Why did John get to tell whoever he wanted? Why couldn't Paul tell George, for Christ's sake?

"I'm inviting him over and we're gonna tell 'im," Paul stated, going over to the phone and dialing his friends number. John sighed and shook his head. He still thought it was a bad idea.

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"He's not going to tell anyone, for fucks sake, John!" Paul yelled in annoyance.

"Fine." John held up his hands in defeat. "But if 'e explodes all over the walls, I ain't cleaning it up."

The younger boy rolled his eyes and sat back against the cushions, waiting for George to get here.

After a few minutes of listening to the Everly Brothers on the radio, there was a knock on the door.

"Finally," Paul muttered. He scurried over to the front door and let his friend inside. They all exchanged greetings and sat down in the living room, letting an awkward silence fall among them.

"So...why did you call me over, then?" George asked. "You finally wanna give John a good whack?" He eyed the said lad, very ready to hit him. It's not that he hated John, it's just that John was very annoying and disrespectful and sometimes, he needed to be taught a lesson. But, again, George didn't hate him.

"No. Quite the opposite, actually," John spoke with a smirk. George tilted his head slightly with confusion and waited for one of them to explain.

"Heh, yeah. There's something we have to, um, tell you," Paul stuttered. George stayed silent and waited for him to continue.

"Well, we've been friends for a long time, right? And we're pretty close and everything. And you said you'd always be there for me, supporting me and everything--"

"Where is this going?" George laughed.

"I'm shagging 'im," John butted in. George went wide eyed and fell silent.

"John!" Paul shouted.

"No, you're right, that's a lie," John said. He turned to the youngest boy in the room and looked him in the eye. "He won't let me."

Paul covered his face with his hand and sighed.

"No, no." He lifted his head and laughed a little. "We-- we are in a relationship, is all. It's not sexual or anything. We're not shagging."

"No, but we almost did the other night. He stopped me right at the good part," John said and shot a fake glare at his lover.

"So he's yer boyfriend, then?" George asked.

"Yes," the couple answered in unison.
There was a short pause before George spoke again.

"It's about damn time."

That caught both John and Paul off guard. That's not the kind of reaction they were expecting. Paul thought he was going yell and scream at him. Or even stop being his friend. John, well John thought he was going to quite literally explode all over the walls.

"W-what?"

"Oh, come on, lads. It's pretty obvious you love eachother. It'd be a miracle if you two didn't kiss at least once."

"Well, you can't compete with that logic," John cackled. He stretched him arm to fit around his boyfriends waist and kissed him on his cheek.

"So, you're not mad?" Paul wanted to make sure.

"No. I've been preparing for this day for quite a while."

"Ah," Paul laughed. "You're on top of your game, Harrison."

"Anyway, I best be going. Seeing John like this makes me a bit uncomfortable," George confessed.

"Like what?" John asked. "This?"

He then threw Paul off the couch, tackled him to the floor and kissed him hard on the lips. The hard fall to the ground and the rough attack from Johns lips caused Paul to whimper loudly, making George even more uncomfortable.

After another minute, John looked up to see if his friend was still there. He was.

"Don't do that," George said shaking his head.

"Alrigh'." He climbed off of Paul and helped him up.

"So, as I said about ten minutes ago, I best be off."

"Okay, see ye later, Georgie," John waved.

"Oh, before you go," Paul stopped him. "Me dad and Stu are the only other people who know about.. us, okay?" The younger lad nodded in reply and set off towards home.

Paul gently shut the door and turned toward John with a hint of sass in his eyes.

"I told you he was going to take it well."

"He was hiding his pain, I swear," John joked. He grabbed Paul's hips and dragged him closer so that their faces were inches apart.

"Ya know, even though you're a sassy, know-it-all bastard, I love you," John said.

"And even though you're a stubborn, sarcastic git, I love you, too," Paul replied.

They took one last long look at eachother, and then sealed those statements with a powerful kiss.

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Okay, so I lied, actually. There's still one more chapter after this. I'm so sorry.

Also, I don't know why I make the dialogue so weird. They always say the strangest things. I don't even know.

Have a nice night. Or day. Or afternoon.