I grabbed the collar of his jacket and snarled.

"If I said I want him here then he fucking stays here!" I threw him back against a wall and shouted. "I don't fucking care if you don't get me, Paul."

I stepped closer and jabbed my finger into his chest.

"You either follow what I say or you can fucking leave."

I didn't get why he had something so against Stu but it was seriously beginning to get on my nerve. He was such a whiny shit sometimes.

I shoved him back against the wall again and glared. I hated when he fucking did this. Just had to get all up in arms about something pointless.

"How would you know what he wants? You don't know shit about him!" I backed away from him and started pacing.

"You're the fucking one who's so bloody goddamn selfish! And you're nothing but a fucking show off. Look at me! Look at me! I'm Paul bloody fucking Mccartney."

I seethed and searched for a cigarette.

My perfect Stuart? What the fuck was he on about he was acting jealous as a--my mind stopped.

I stopped and looked at him. He was jealous. It was all over his face, but why the hell was he jealous as if this was all some kind of...relationship?

That only pissed me off more. But...it made me nervous too.

"What do you mean by that? You've always acted like an ass to him, so what's it really all about then? You got something you're hiding, Paul?" I lit my cigarette and took a slow step towards him.

I could feel it. I knew exactly what that what was coming at me from those big dark eyes of his. I took another step and leaned into his face.

"You're jealous. Fucking jealous as a girl. What the fuck's wrong with you, Paul? You queer or something?"

He turned red and for me that was an answer enough. I wasn't sure what to do...baiting him a little more would be entertaining. Pissing him off and seeing if he slipped up...he probably would.

He'd been a fucking pouf this whole time and I'd had no idea. How was that possible?

"I think that sounds more like you're little fantasy. Something you're dreaming up in your head." I pushed him slightly.

"And you're jealous it's not you, aren't you? Jealous you're not the one sucking my cock?" I grinned. I pushed his shoulder again and he fell back into the wall.

"Never thought you'd end up wanting it." I grinned. "But then, when you've got a mouth like yours, and a face like a girl's I guess you just end up wanting to bend over and take it, yeah?"

I was going to far...but it was fun.

I fell back for a minute and then walked back to him. This was really just getting interesting. He was so pissed; so intense right now. Something kept pulling me towards him.

"My ways, huh? I'm not the one acting like a jealous little girl." I grinned. He was getting worked up and there was something I liked about it.

I gripped the waistband of his pants and pulled him off the wall. I turned his back to mine and gripped a handful of his hair. Shit....this felt good.

"Is this what you're thinking about?" I whispered in his ear and bent him forward; rolling my hips into his butt and then--I froze. Faltered for just a second.

What was I doing?

I glanced down at his back and felt my skin warm. I pushed him away from me suddenly and stood back. Wiping my hand down my thigh.

"Shit, Paul." I looked around and ran my fingers through my hair. I lit a cigarette nervously and watched him.

"Just lay off the whole Stu thing, alright?"

I waited for a second. I wante dhim back here...I wanted to follow him. I moved to the door and jerked it open.

"Paul! Paul, come back. I was only joking!" I moved out the door and ran after him catching his arm and pulled him to a stop.

"Look, stop! I was kidding, Mccartney!" I said holding his arm. I knew I'd gone a little too far with this, but really...I just wanted to touch him more.

I nodded slightly; my teeth beginning to sink into my lips. I watched him for a moment. His eyes were so heated and dark, and I found myself only wanting to touch him again.


I squinted at him and shook my head; waving him off in a short manner.

"I know, I know. Don't get your knickers in a twist. You started calling me one first anyhow. It's--not really like that." I glanced to the floor.

Sometimes I'd wanted it to be but Stu had fallen for Astrid before I'd had much of a chance to do...a lot.

"With Stu, I mean." I sighed and took a few backward steps towards our room. "I've got a bit of scotch, why don't we have a drink, yeah?"

I bit back a grin and closed the door behind me. I moved to my bed and uncovered a bottle of scotch that was still half full.

"Here, have drink. Make sure you tuck it back nice and good there, laddie!" I said in mock accent. Sitting down next to him I held out the bottle after taking a sniff of it.

"Strong stuff there. It was cheap as shit and I think someone might've made it in their bathtub." I grinned. "I'm not even really sure it's scotch."

I smiled widely and took the bottle from him.

"Don't feel to badly about it, son." I said and took a large swig. Oh but this was heavy stuff. I'd have him in drunk in no time. Wait, what?

I shook my head and winced at the feel of the alchol. I shouldn't be thinking like that.

"You know, Paulie. Stu likes you and all...maybe you should just give him a break. It's hard having to keep juggling the two of you." I took another swig and then handed it back.

"It'll all work out, you know."

I grimaced a little and swallowed more. Making my drink a little longer, little more this time. Hoping it would get him to do the same.

He always got wonderfully flushed when he was drunk.

"Well I expect him to fuck up. You and George though," I paused and shrugged. I took another drink and then leaned back against the bunk railing. Bringing my knee up to rest my arm on.

"It's different is all."

I raised an eyebrow slightly. God he was difficult sometimes....but then that was what I liked about him too.

"Well you're better than he is aren't you?" I snapped a little at him without even meaning to.

"Nevermind, look it's just...you mean something different to me and Stu, well..." I dropped off and sighed. I reached for the bottle and took another swig.

I felt heated and a little dizzy. Well that's what cheap stuff was good for, getting you done up right.

"He probably won't even be around much longer anyways. He's getting all infatuated with that bird. So you'll have your way in the end, Macca."

I watched his shirt slide up a little. watched the bottle tilt against his lips and I wanted to tast him. Run my hands up his shirt and...I glanced to the bottle placed on his stomach and reached out for it.

I picked it up and let my fingers rub heavily over his belly button. I pushed him slightly with my knee and nodded at him.

"Slide over. You're hogging the bed you see." I grinned and fell back next to him. Pressing closer then I needed to. I just wanted to see what'd he'd do. He probably wouldn't think anything of it.

"I'm already the biggest prick in the world, Macca. What do you mean you can see it? What do you think I'm going to do?" I asked and took another swig from the bottle.