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"Hey, lets go visit Brian." I grinned broadly, and he agreed. We both made out way to Brian's apartment and I knocked on the door.
"Hey Brian!" I looked passed him, seeing a few men I'd never met before. "Why weren't we invited to this little get together of yours? I'm sure you don't mind if we join, right?" It took all I had to not laugh, and I stepped passed him.
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Of course, all my plans came crashing down around my ears when I opened the door and found George and Ringo standing on my doorstep, grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats, pouting and asking why they hadn't been invited.
"Well - I - I'd rather-" I stammered, but Ringo moved past me, looking around speculatively. I nearly dropped my drink, trying to keep myself from panicking as I noticed several of my guests eyeing up the two new arrivals.
"Of all the luck." I muttered, and emptied my drink in one gulp.
I looked around the room and stared, before turning to him and giving him a smile.
"Hello, Brian."
No need to panic, I supposed. After all, Ringo had no idea what was really going on, did he? Perhaps the pair of them would get bored and leave, so I could enjoy my night in relative peace.
"Oh Brian, I'd love a glass of Scotch and coke, thank you." I grinned, knowing full well he hadn't asked.
"I'll have one too, you got a cigarette Brian? I have mine but they're a little stale?" I looked around and gave one of the boys staring at me a wink.
"Certainly, certainly." I said, forcing a smile while my insides rioted in panic. "But I've no more cigarettes, Geo, I gave my last few away before you arrived."
"I do," a man answered, handing me a cigarette.
"Thank you." I winked at him and slid it between my lips. He held out a lighter and I leaned forward, lighting my cigarette.
God, this was fun.
"Could you maybe drum up another?" I asked and reached for Paul's cigarette sliding the filter between my lips and giving them both a coy smile, before I took a drag and handed it back.
The man smiled, swallowed nervously and handed me another and also lit it. I stood back grinning at Paul and watching Brian.
"Just the drink then, Brian and ta. You enjoying your party? Got quite a few boys running around." I said. Unable to keep the grin off my face.
Bloody nerves. I'd be a wreck by the time the night was over, if George and Paul carried on like this.
"I'd be enjoying this party quite a bit more if it weren't for a pair of uninvited guests." I hissed as I handed the pair of gatecrashers their drinks, attempting to look stern but knowing I was failing miserably.
And I was damned if George didn't look all the more desirable tonight. And Paul...well. Paul looked like he always did, ridiculously good-looking with those lips wrapped around his cigarette.
I settled for glaring at the unknown man who'd been hovering hopefully at George's side. He cleared off in a hurry, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're not one of the party-crashers, are you?" His face turned a soft red.
"I don't believe I am."
"Yeah, of course." I said after Paul.
"Point them out to me; won't you, Brian?" I said softly and leaned farther up to his lips. Leaving mine just under his.
As it were, all I could really think about was the fact that I was more than a little drunk, and my bedroom was close at hand, as was George...
"I'll find you a mirror, and then both of you can have a proper look." I said breathlessly, unable to move away from George, despite common sense shrieking at me to do so quickly.
"Make sure it's a big mirror, will you Brian? So I can--get the full effect."
With that I closed the few centimeters and closed my lips over his; my tongue running over him and trying to part his lips.
For a brief moment, all I was focusing on was George and his lips and his tongue, and the spikes of fire his touch was sending through my body.
And then intelligent thought penetrated my drunken, lust-filled haze, and I remembered exactly where we were. I nearly had a heart attack, but even that couldn't make me stop kissing him. My own body was fighting me, hands clutching his hair, trying to pull him closer even as all intelligent thought ordered me to let him go.
"George--I--perhaps you've had too much to drink." I sputtered, looking quickly around the room before leaning in to whisper, "Perhaps a more private venue is in order, if you're determined to get the full effect."
There. Now it was his choice as to where this evening went, not mine. I steathily slipped a Prellie into my mouth and awaited his response.
His friends were turning and watching and I looked around. Peter brown was moving in much closer; watching us interestedly and then I swallowed.
"I see you've got Peter here. What would he think if you left to another room with me?" I asked; eyeing him closely.
"Peter would think..." My voice trailed off. I knew exactly what Peter would think if George and I vanished alone together for any period of time.
Too many sets of eyes, too many people who could turn and run to the media at any moment. I rubbed my temples, wishing George didn't suddenly look so stern.
"Perhaps after he left?" I said tenatively, trying to find the answer in his face. God, I didn't want to be alone tonight. I wanted George, even if just for tonight, one last time.
"Or now, it's up to you." I wondered if I could bait him into admitting he wanted me again. I liked the idea of it, but I really wasn't sure about how successful I'd be at it.
"I don't really care what he thinks. Everyone else though...? Well these are your friends." As much as I trusted him, I didn't know these others and I wasn't about to go trusting a group of strangers.
"I'll still be around later, of course." I said and shrugged. A tray of drinks went by and I grabbed one up.
I snuck a sideways glance at him, taking a sip of my drink to buy time. So nonchalant, was George, as if this was all a game to him. Probably was, come to think of it, but I couldn't be bothered to think of the consequences at present moment. I wanted him now. My body was rioting at the thought of later, the thought of waiting.
I sighed. The evening had started out so simple.
"Give me half an hour." I told him through gritted teeth, trying to ignore my body's own wants. "I'll clear this out."
And I was back to square one with him. Ridiculously transparent in my desires, avoiding his gaze and I prayed for a yes from him.
Giving Brian and Peter a final grin as we made our way back to my flat.
The rent boys vanished along with their prospective clientele, and that left me. Alone in my apartment, half-drunk and tingling with anticipation. I swallowed two pills and sat down on my couch to wait for George's return.
But it was George, and I couldn't stop myself reaching out to draw him into my flat by his tie, after a quick glance down the hall to make sure no one was about.
"Right on time, Mr. Harrison." I murmured, a slight smile on my face as I pulled him close.
"Why thank you, Mr. Epstein. I must say you've done a wonderful job in teaching me to be on time." I pressed my lips to his hungrily. My tongue parting his lips as I backed him further against the wall and sucked over his bottom lip.
God...he still tasted the same.
"Nice to see that all my lecturing about punctuality finally sunk in," I murmured, my hands tugging his shirttails from his pants, desperate to feel his skin.
I hadn't even realized how much I'd missed this.
"If any of the other rules you tried to brand into us lead to any circumstances like this, then maybe we'd use them more." I said and sucked at his neck.