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The morning sun shone in through the tall windows of their hotel suite, shining its light onto the two lads still sound asleep in bed. The older held the younger in his arms which securely wrapped around his waist with his chin resting against his exposed shoulder. The younger excepted this embrace happily, a smile forming on his face as he felt lips against his neck. These two were none other than John Lennon and Paul McCartney themselves, spooning each other as the sun bid them good morning. Although sweet, this position would have landed them in quite the scandal if found out. Two men in bed together was already something shocking. If those two men were Beatles the press would have had a field day. Although the couple didn"t seem to mind right now. It was as if the problems of everyday life couldn"t reach them here in this one private space of theirs. The only people here were them, and they could do whatever they pleased.
Paul let out a slight giggle as he felt John"s lips press against his neck, leaving feather light kisses on his soft and pale skin. Paul felt John smile against his neck, kissing him again as he began to speak. "Good morning sleepy head," John whispered, planting yet another kiss against his neck.
Paul let out a pleased hum as John continued to plant kisses on his neck and collarbone, his smile now forming into a full-on grin. "Since when are you this sweet in the morning? Normally I"m the one who wakes you up and you just tell me to fuck off." He teased, earning him another lighthearted kiss against his neck.
"We got to sleep in," John answered, ceasing his kisses so he could bury his face into the crook of Paul"s neck. "It"s our day off remember?"
"Oh that"s right, I forgot about that," Paul turned over on his other side so that he could face his lover. He was astounded by what he saw next. John looked absolutely stunning in the glow of the morning sun. His auburn hair, messy from a long night of peaceful sleep, was shining in the sunlight. Paul could see the natural red in John"s hair clear as day. It was a shame that he was embarrassed by it, Paul found it absolutely beautiful. He always did have a thing for redheads. John"s eyes were twinkling, however not yet fully emptied of sleepiness. Those eyes paired with the adorable sleepy grin he was sporting made Paul"s heart melt.
"God you"re adorable," Paul laughed, mirroring John"s grin as he stared into his eyes, not ever wanting to look away.
"You goin" soft on me McCartney?" John teased, pulling Paul in closer to give him a kiss.
"I dunno, you"re the one who decided to wake me up with kisses," Paul teased back once the kiss was broken.
Paul and John loved soft little moments like these. Nobody knew of their existence other than the two of them. Moments like these were incredibly private and sacred to the both of them, and they knew they would carry these memories in their heart until they met their graves. It was like they were in their own little world, completely inaccessible by anyone else other than them. Paul now found himself laying on top of John, head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. John"s arms were wrapped around him, closing the embrace. John"s warmth and love flowed through Paul, and Paul"s flowed through John. If they had their way, they would stay like this until time came to an end.
"I don"t feel like doin" anything today," John sighed.
"Who says we have to? It"s our day off innit?"
That was right! It was their day off! Although they couldn"t stay like this for forever, at least they had the day all to themselves. John could spend the entire day like this, with Paul in his arms, and nothing could tell him no. Well, Brian could but John didn"t want to think about that right now.
"Yea your right. How bout we just stay like this then?" John asked, looking down at Paul, eyes pleading for a yes.
Paul looked up, meeting John"s eyes. "Sounds good to me."