Post by Icee on May 25, 2005 22:44:15 GMT -5
If you do not like reading about Beatles fucking other Beatles, than I suggest you get the hell outta this thread!
Anyway......Ahem.
"Can I come in?" Paul asked, he was standing outside, shivering from the rain, which was falling loudly around them. His lips were blue, and his hands looked like you could snap them off.
"Sure" George opened the door wildly, and Paul entered the room.
"Fires there" George pointed to the living room, where the fire was blazing.
He followed Paul over.
"Whats up?" George asked curiously.
Paul only ever came to his house when something serious had happened. Usually it was a fight with John or Jane.
"Its Jane" He sighed.
Immediately he groaned, but thankfully it wasn't loud enough for him to hear. His problems became irratating, he just had to share them with everyone.
They sat down together infront of the fire.
"Alright, what about this time?" George raised a brow.
"Well, I told her about all the girls, I felt so guilty" Paul sobbed.
"You shouldn'ta done that" George said, crossing his legs.
"I know" Paul looked down to the floor.
Without thinking he caught side of George's crotch. It was bulging, and he didn't know why.
George looked at Paul. He was staring down at George.
George followed his eyes to realize what he was staring at.
Immediately he felt embarrissed.
"Coffee?" George quickly asked, getting up.
Paul pulled him back down.
"My lips are cold" Paul said, staring into his eyes.
George was tempted to warm them the only way he knew how.
Paul's puppy-like eyes stared into Georges. He wanted it, George felt it.
George leant forward gently, kissing Paul softly.
Paul grabbed hold of the back of Georges head, pulling him in closer, shoving his tongue into his mouth wildly.
George was hot now. He leant into Paul, grabbing him around the waste.
Paul let his hands drift from George's head down to his ass, grabbing it tightly.
Without knowing, Paul had picked George up, and pulled him onto his lap.
George was hard, and Paul could feel it, on his stomach.
George started thrusting against Paul.
"Paul" George moaned softly.
"I want you" He moaned now, louder.
Paul started to unbutton George's shirt.
His hands were trembling.
Anyway......Ahem.
"Can I come in?" Paul asked, he was standing outside, shivering from the rain, which was falling loudly around them. His lips were blue, and his hands looked like you could snap them off.
"Sure" George opened the door wildly, and Paul entered the room.
"Fires there" George pointed to the living room, where the fire was blazing.
He followed Paul over.
"Whats up?" George asked curiously.
Paul only ever came to his house when something serious had happened. Usually it was a fight with John or Jane.
"Its Jane" He sighed.
Immediately he groaned, but thankfully it wasn't loud enough for him to hear. His problems became irratating, he just had to share them with everyone.
They sat down together infront of the fire.
"Alright, what about this time?" George raised a brow.
"Well, I told her about all the girls, I felt so guilty" Paul sobbed.
"You shouldn'ta done that" George said, crossing his legs.
"I know" Paul looked down to the floor.
Without thinking he caught side of George's crotch. It was bulging, and he didn't know why.
George looked at Paul. He was staring down at George.
George followed his eyes to realize what he was staring at.
Immediately he felt embarrissed.
"Coffee?" George quickly asked, getting up.
Paul pulled him back down.
"My lips are cold" Paul said, staring into his eyes.
George was tempted to warm them the only way he knew how.
Paul's puppy-like eyes stared into Georges. He wanted it, George felt it.
George leant forward gently, kissing Paul softly.
Paul grabbed hold of the back of Georges head, pulling him in closer, shoving his tongue into his mouth wildly.
George was hot now. He leant into Paul, grabbing him around the waste.
Paul let his hands drift from George's head down to his ass, grabbing it tightly.
Without knowing, Paul had picked George up, and pulled him onto his lap.
George was hard, and Paul could feel it, on his stomach.
George started thrusting against Paul.
"Paul" George moaned softly.
"I want you" He moaned now, louder.
Paul started to unbutton George's shirt.
His hands were trembling.
woah....this is going to get interesting.....
we need illustrations.
