#mcharrison fanfiction

[imagine-mokey]

[crepesuzette2023]

In honor of @ilovedig's Birthday: some Beatles fanfics with rare (read: beyond 'straight' mclennon) pairings and unusual POV's!

McHarrison

The @beatleskinkmeme Summer of Love Fanworks Collection has some great new McHarrison fics.

Grateful for Him (@johangeorghohman). Five times George regrets John is in Paul's life, and one time he's grateful. An absolute heartbreaker of a story—so beautiful.

Invisible String (@scurator). Paul and George meet again at the Venus and Mars release party. They moved on; they will always belong together.

Knocking at Your Door (@eveepe). Paul and George kissing through the years, from childhood to Anthology. Special appearance by Paul's eager little prick (and you know I'm sold).

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Polycule Beatles

The same collection also has fantastic stories about the Beatles as a four-sided love story:

Deeper than oceans you run (@wonderwall1968). The four of them are reeling in the aftershock of a health scare. A dark, dream-like, intense story. John POV.

Everybody Loves Somebody (@bewareofdarkness). Soulmark AU: The four Beatles are meant to be together. But it doesn't happen without a hitch.

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Paul McCartney/Mal Evans

You Won't See Me (@swinginglondon42). Mal is in love with Paul, and can't see he moved on.

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John Lennon/Keith Richards

Emotional Rescue (@ohjohnnysblog). Near wordless comfort in the aftermath of a party—and Brian's death.

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George Harrison/ Yoko Ono

Miss Oh No (@aquarianshift). Yoko and her obsession with "real men" meets George and his resentment of the band he's nevertheless willing to protect from her. Brief, tense and hot encounter.

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John/Paul/George

I'd Love to Turn You On (sleeprettydarling). George knows Paul and John are lovers. He's curious. They show him.

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Brian Epstein/ Alistair Taylor

Another Kind of Love (Naraht). Lovely story about deep friendship and loyalty.

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George Harrison/ Bob Dylan

On the Avenue (@aquarianshift). Two weird men desire each other. George's soul splits from the Beatles. Dream-like and strange, but absolutely grounded in sensuality.

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George Harrison/John Lennon & George Harrison/Paul McCartney

Sour Milk Sea (You & You & Me) (cloudy_blue). John and Paul and George through the years. Relationship study.

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George Harrison/John Lennon

At Mercy (@eveepe). George and John are girls and in the same band. John was never more John than in this story. "How was I?"

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Paul McCartney/ Peter Asher

still mates (@pauls1967moustache). Perennial favorite, because it makes so much sense for Paul and Peter to have a misguided one-night-stand while Lennon/McCartney are falling into Mount Doom. If you didn't think you could fall in love with Peter Asher, think again. He's brave and wonderful in this story.

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Paul McCartney/ Donovan

Bound to be the very next phase (downtothelastdrop). Paul satisfies his curiosity in Rishikesh.

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Paul McCartney/ George Martin

Fixing A Hole (@m1ssunderstanding). Very much a George vs. Jim story.

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Linda McCartney/Paul McCartney/Denny Laine

Red Light, Green Light, Strawberry Wine (@savageandwise). Another all time favorite. Linda POV. A hot and angry threesome while Paul is waiting for John to call him back again.

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Unusual POV's

The Macs (@revollver). 1969 'we eloped to Scotland' John and Paul through the eyes of Mike McCartney.

Playing the Mind Guerilla (Anonymous). John and Paul through the eyes of George, Stu, and (wait for it) Nigel Walley.

I've Seen You, Beauty (bakerstreetafternoon). Paris '61 John and Paul through the eyes of Jürgen Vollmer.

Another Girl (@boshemians). AHDN Beatles through the eyes of Astrid Kirchherr.

Why Buy the Cow (RedheadAmongWolves). Early Days John and Paul through the eyes of the milkman.

I only have eyes for you (ififellinlovewithyou). John's collage and body horror.

Butts and Beatles: What the Ciggie Carton Saw (@waveofahand). The Beatles through the eyes of their cigarettes.

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Paul McCartney/Yoko Ono; Paul McCartney & Yoko Ono

Raglan Road (@savageandwise): Paul and Yoko make love after John's death. "He was their shared language. He was their lexicon. Their language was John."

White Swan, Black Swan (@savageandwise). Companion piece to the above. Yoko writes a poem to Paul. Incredible. This is the stuff I live for.

mesmerized by mythology (peculiar_mademoiselle). Paul and Yoko through the years.

Opposites (Selena). 1975. A visit from Paul and Linda to the Dakota. From Yoko's point of view.

Regeneration (@scurator). Yoko and Paul as widows. Paul is flirting. Yoko is not disinclined.

a great threat (@pauls1967moustache). Paul and Yoko are both women, and artists, and John's partners, and it makes everything so much worse.

modern love (caesdoublesteps). To break the angsty mood: Paul and Yoko meet to discuss her handing over the movie Self Portrait. Yoko POV; very amusing!

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Paul McCartney/Stuart Sutcliffe; Paul McCartney & Stuart Sutcliffe

The Bass Lesson (@aquarianshift). I sill stop reccing this hot, awkward, throbbing-with-resentment Paul/Stu sex when I'm dead.

Baselines (cloudy_blue). Stu hands over his bass guitar to Paul.

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And finally: Some @ilovedig Originals!

I Lost My Little Boy (Paul/Ian James, Paul/John). The Woolton Fete, but it starts as a date for Paul and Ian James.

Jane Did an Interview (Paul/everyone). Open-ended series with self-contained chapters. Old Paul and a possible life partner respond to Jane Asher's ominous refusal to mention Paul in an interview. Mini relationship portraits, from John to Klaus Voormann.

Happy Birthday! I hope the universe will send that epic and romantic Paul McCartney/Werner 'Icke' Braun-fic your way...sooner rather than later!

[takashimakato]

Caught kissing

After one of their performances, Paul and George found themselves having to share a room due to budget constraints. When they entered the room and noticed only one bed, it was clear the night would be full of chatter and more. George looked at Paul with a goofy smirk and teased, "There's only one bed and two of us, you know what that means?" "Gossip!" they exclaimed together, running to the bed with their shoes still on, and began chatting away.

Art by @groovegalz

As they gossiped, the mood shifted, and soon they found themselves caught up in a passionate make-out session—something that usually happened later in the evening but was spurred on this time by their lively conversation. Just as they were deeply engrossed, the door swung open. It was John, standing in the doorway with a shocked expression, which quickly turned into an awkward chuckle before he hastily closed the door and sprinted down the hall.

Hearing the rapid footsteps, George and Paul jumped up and dashed out the door, eager to catch John before he could blurt out something impulsive or cause a stir.

George and Paul, shoes barely on, raced after John down the hall, dodging confused hotel guests and a bewildered bellhop juggling luggage. As they finally caught up, breathless and grinning, they found John dramatically pointing at a vending machine.

"What's up, John?" Paul asked, panting.

"I... I just wanted to show you," John gasped between breaths, "they've got those limited edition crisps we love!"

All three burst into laughter, realizing the urgency was all about snacks, not scandals. They pooled their change, hit the vending machine buttons with excitement, and returned to their rooms, each clutching a bag of crisps—nighttime gossip and snacks now on the agenda.

Writers note: it's been a while hasn't it, the reason why I don't write lots of fanfiction is school and the amount of fanart I find.

Hopefully people love my writing and don't think it's bad or just gross but I'll just leave this here.

Love Takashi! ☆

[anulight]

McHarrison

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

I'm here with another fic rec! https://archiveofourown.org/works/41423955

Not sure if you've read it but you can give it a go. I certainly enjoyed it.

Mcharrison angst and Dylarrison? It sounds great.

I will read it tomorrow, thanks!

[peaceloveandstarrs]

McHarrison, 43

are you sure this is your first time?

(AN: this is long, i apologize! lol)

WARNING: NSFW

“Bloody cord, c’mon…”

Paul fiddled with the cord on his bass, kneeling in front of it to get a better look at the jack. The band was preparing to rehearse for their upcoming appearance on some television show to promote their new album. They’d done so many of them lately that they were having a hard time remembering what the shows were called. Not that it really mattered. They would play a couple of songs, maybe talk to the host after, then go back to their rooms. And for this trip, Paul was sharing with George. 

That was lucky, really, because he’d been spending some intimate time with George when they could be alone. They hadn’t done much yet, just wanking each other off after a heated snog against the wall or on the bed. And while their wanks were satisfying, Paul was beginning to want more. He found himself wondering what George felt like in his mouth. What he tasted like. What his cum would feel like in his mouth and throat.

Paul shook his head. He was still accepting his attraction to another man, so the idea of sucking George off was a bit unnerving. But at the same time, it was incredibly hot. Paul squirmed, trying not to get himself too worked up before rehearsal. The more he tried to stop it, the more difficult it became to get the memory of George’s deep moan out of his head. The way his back arched as he came, the way he swore as he got close… fuck. 

“Focus,” Paul scolded himself. 

He plugged the bass into the amp and started to stand, only to find himself face-to-face with someone’s crotch. Paul swallowed hard as he looked up and saw just whose it was. 

George’s.

He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock twitch with interest in his trousers. God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to act on his fantasy right here, right now. Just… pull George into some secluded area, get on his knees, and suck him off. But there was one problem. He’d never done it before. Sure, he’d gotten plenty of blowjobs from birds over the years. But this was his first time being this intimate with a man. What if he was bad at it? He chewed at his fingernail as his anxiety began to build.

No. He wasn’t going to go down that spiral. He knew what kinds of touches George liked, surely it’d be similar with his mouth. Suddenly his mind was flooded with all sorts of sinful images… George’s hands in Paul’s hair as Paul sucked him off. George moaning and swearing as his back arched up off the bed. George cumming into Paul’s mouth, pulling Paul’s hair…Paul felt himself stiffening in his trousers. 

“Somethin’ on yer mind?” George teased when he looked down and saw the growing bulge in Paul’s trousers. He gave Paul a wicked smirk, which didn’t help the situation. George’s confidence was one of the sexiest things about him, after all.

Paul quickly stood before anyone could catch him in the rather compromising position. After all, what would the others think if they saw Paul on his knees in front of George with George smirking at him? He carefully covered his bulge with his hands. To anyone walking by, it would look like an innocent, casual conversation between bandmates, probably about the songs or something. But George and Paul knew better. Added to the eroticism, if Paul was honest with himself.

It was now or never, Paul told himself. He swallowed hard and leaned in closer to George. “There’s something I wanna try when we get done here,” he whispered, subtly raising his eyebrows before leaning back and going to his bass. 

George was intrigued. What did Paul, who wasn’t as secure in his attraction to men, want to do? Before he could get too carried away, they were called to get into position. Good timing. George put on his guitar and focused all of his attention on the rehearsal as well as he could, which was a challenge given Paul’s tease. 

Fortunately for Paul and George, they were able to remain focused enough on the music to prevent anyone from asking questions. They made the quick trip back to the hotel after dodging the onslaught of fans that had found out where the rehearsal was and stayed out there hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite band. 

Paul made it to the room first, George following closely behind. He locked the door behind him, turning to face Paul. A visibly nervous Paul. 

“So. Ye wanted to try somethin’?”

Paul nodded and rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs. “I did. I wanted to - to try sucking ye off,” he stammered. 

George looked at Paul, taken aback by the bluntness. It wasn’t typical; Paul tended to dance around things he wasn’t completely comfortable with. But perhaps because it was the two of them, Paul felt safe saying it. George felt a rush of affection for the man. 

“Ever done it before?” George asked as he headed towards the bed and beckoned Paul to join him.  Paul shook his head, joining George on the bed. He looked down. George was already half hard, probably from thinking about getting a blow job. “First, ye gotta relax. It’s just me.” 

Paul nodded again and leaned in for a kiss. Something he knew he was good at, something that would help his mind shut off and stay in the moment. The kiss started slow, but it wasn’t long before they were making out, Paul on top of George, shirts off and tongues exploring as they rubbed their clothed cocks together. He could feel George’s hardness pressing against his own and knew it was time. He pulled away, kissing down George’s chest as his hands fumbled with the buttons on George’s jeans.

“Here. This’ll make it easier.” George moved to sit on the edge of the bed, taking off his jeans and pulling down his underpants. Paul took a deep breath as George’s erection stood against his stomach. That was going in his mouth. And George was a bit bigger than average. “On your knees…”

The command was gentle, but Paul felt compelled to obey. He got down on his knees and thought. George always reacted strongly to touch on the tip. So, Paul kissed the tip softly, glancing up at George before beginning to suckle on it. George gasped, a sign for Paul to keep going. Paul began to take George into his mouth. He never felt teeth when he’d gotten sucked off, so he covered his with his lips as he went from experience, slowly bobbing his head a little. George moaned softly as Paul flattened his tongue. Okay, so that was good. 

It wasn’t terrible, just odd. George’s cock was hard and heavy on his mouth, and Paul’s instinct was to gag as he went further down. When it was too much, Paul wrapped his hand around the base. George always reacted well to touch, so Paul tried his best to stroke his lover’s cock in time with the slow, firm sucks. George swore as the combination of touch and tongue sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. 

“Fuck…” George moaned. “Are - are you sure this is your first time? Because… oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Paul… more… please…” 

Who was Paul to disobey? George’s moans and gasps fueled his confidence, and he began to speed up his motions, sloppily running his tongue along a vein on the underside of George’s cock. George moaned almost constantly, swearing… and then Paul felt George’s body tense. Which meant… he was close to cumming. The idea of swallowing wasn’t appealing. Not yet, at least. But he didn’t want to disappoint…

Fortunately, George was somehow able to sense Paul’s discomfort. He pulled out of Paul’s mouth, leaving Paul to stroke him off with his own saliva as the lube. He looked up, silently thanking George as he skillfully stroked him, paying attention to all of George’s most sensitive places. And then… with a shout, George came, back arching as he spurt hot and white over his stomach and Paul’s hand. Paul reached down with his free hand, palming himself. God. He was achingly hard… but he pushed that to the back of his mind as he stroked George through the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

“Shit…” George breathed once his pleasure had subsided and he was able to talk again. “Had no idea ye could do that…”

“Neither, uh, neither did I,” Paul admitted. Feeling a bit more secure, he made a show of palming his erection through his trousers. 

“Proud of ye,” George teased. He wiggled his eyebrows and patted the bed beside him. “Now… I’d like to return the favour….”

[bloodybeatlesfreak]

another sad get back George Harrison centric fic

[friendofgeorgeharrison]

i'll do anything for you, anything you want me to

Handlemewithcare George Harrison/Paul McCartney Rating E M/M

Two best friends decide to get drunk for the first time, together. Which leads to tossing each other off in an abounded building.

[theguitarsallwellandgoodjohn]

Flowers In Bloom

(Period accurate homophobic language)

I haven’t written in a while and I know it’s a bit fast pace but I wanted to write something ok so forgive me.

“ Now you behave George, don’t want any calls from the McCartney’s at three in the morning asking to come pick you up because it will not happen you here” Louise gave her son the Scarborough warning as he was leaving the house. George had just turned sixteen so it wasn’t really that he had any antics in mind. Still he agreed with his mother and zipped out the door.

The bus ride to Paul’s left him with enough time to his thoughts. Not that they held much substance. Most of the time he simply thought about guitars or cars. He overheard some other lads on the bus chatting about some girls they were going with. Then George supposed he should be thinking about girls too. Though then that spurred further thoughts as to why he wasn’t just girl crazy like everyone else. His dad had called him a later bloomer cause he’d never even brought up liking anyone and he was starting to believe it. Before he could get too deep in his assumptions he reached his stop and walked down forthlin to Paul’s.

George knocked on the door to be greeted by a very messy looking Paul, his hair was all scruffy and soft and he looked like he’d never even gotten dressed for the day. A pair of slacks and an old white vest like some old man frequenting the local. “ Hiya George, dad George is here!” Paul called out to his dad before practically dragging George upstairs.

“Me auntie Gin brought us over some new records today, wanna listen” Paul didn’t leave any room for silence, he never would. He pulled out a new Paul Anka release. Paul would usually but on something fast pace, something the pair could be lost in. But this was slow and it was lovely.

“This is a bit of a soft one isn’t it?” George chuckled slightly at the concept of the pair of them sat listening to this swoony drawl. Paul laughed, “but all the girls love these sorts of songs…All soft and dreamy” Paul noted and once again George was confronted with his bus journey.

“Yeah they love a good slow dance…like this like this” Paul gestured for George to get up and dance with him. They both went to lead, but as always Paul asserted himself “no no I’m leading” he demanded, putting a hand to George’s waist.

It was like an electric shock, a bolt through him at lightening speed. It was bizarre and it was warm. The more Paul danced and the more he tried to emulate the mood of the song, the more George seemed to get lost in him. He was on the verge of blushing before the record started to skip. “God sake! This is brand new!” Paul exclaimed, moving away from George to sort the record.

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Later on that night the pair had gotten into their PJ’s and settled just talking on the bed. Paul’s bed was against the wall so they sat at either side just rambling and chatting about everyone possible.

“Yknow what I realised today Paul?” George asked.

“No actually I didn’t George cause I wasn’t aware we shared a brain” Paul laughed but still looked content to listen.

“We hardly ever talk about girls…like I know we did earlier but, these guys on the bus it just seemed to be all they could talk about” George made his point and sat back to watch Paul’s face twist in confusion and thought.

“That’s a fair point George but y’know girls really aren’t my top priority, I’ll talk about them with John but I don’t know I think I’m just trying to fit in with him” Paul replied. There was a moment of silence, a mutual realisation. It lingered in the air like a miasma that seemed to swallow the pair in their own dangerous self-doubt.

“George….are we queers?” Paul broke the silence with a whisper in the dark. It was a sharp question, a knife that pierced the cold night that surrounded them. It all seemed to be made clear for George in that moment, as he saw the moonlight hitting Paul’s face to reveal a scared but inquisitive look in his eyes.

“I uh…I don’t know” George couldn’t look at anything but Paul. He moved across the bed towards him. “Do you think we should test it out?” George spoke dangerously. It was a sentence that if said to the wrong person could quite literally have him incarcerated or killed. The silence once again swallowed the room to the point where the boy felt as if he were drowning.

“Uh I-I…well…we’ll never know otherwise” Paul justified George’s suggestion. Placing a hand on George’s face, once again taking the lead. He pulled George in and their lips met softly. It was sheepish at first, but then once again Paul’s hand was on George’s waist and he was pulled closer. A passionate kiss that sent a warmth through them in a way they’d never truly felt before.

They pulled away and George noticed Paul had tears in his eyes. “Are you okay?” George asked, Paul nodded and wiped his eyes quickly.

“Yeah I, I just never thought…I just never realised” Paul’s sense of self was crashing down around him internally as he gazed upon his friend with new eyes. The tender look in his eyes, the hand still resting against him.

“What are we gonna do?” George asked, startled by the realisation they’d actually just kissed eachother . His breath was still recovering from the excitement of his sexual urges finally shifting into gear as he tried to ground himself in the situation.

“We could… I…I don’t know okay. Keep it between me and you I suppose” Paul noted, “it’s far too risky going out into the world trying to find anyone else” he added. The notion of implying that they would be together floored George slightly. Only Paul could be so bold to assume and to propose such a crazy idea on the fog of his brain.

“Ok then, me and you” George gathered himself slightly. Still not having fully regain his breath.

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It was the early hours of the morning, the sky was still shrouded in darkness and neither Paul or George could get to sleep. They’d still opted to top and tail however it reached a certain point where George simply turned himself around to be next to Paul. Paul without a word took George into his arms, letting George lean against his chest. Feeling the rise and fall, the beating of his heart. George felt Paul’s hands ruffling through his hair, leaning down slightly to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. It was a very tender moment that remained in comfortable silence as the pair revelled in the privacy of their own intimacies. They could work all the hard stuff out later down the line.

But in that moment, George couldn’t stop himself from feeling safe in Paul’s arms as he drifted off to sleep.

(Just in case you needed a reminder of what these cuties looked like in 1959)

[imagine-mokey]

Paul and George. Great picture!

The Beatles

[crepesuzette2023]

McHarrison fic!

A while ago, someone asked me for McHarrison fics, and I came up with a short list (it's pointless to deny that mclennon is my main thing).

Since then, there have been some great new mcharrison stories, and I thought I'd mention them:

meet me tonight in Atlantic City (@backbenttulips). Moptop George and Paul on tour, frottage, MESS, I could be surprisingly good for you—vibes.

The Great Way Round (bookofapril). After Linda's death, George and Paul find their way back to each other. Sunny & sweet old men love, feat. Paul braiding George's hair!

invisible string (@scurator). Old and new attraction during the Venus and Mars release party, including hot Hamburg leather memories...

Grateful for him (@johangeorghohman). 5 + 1 things, 5 times George wished that Paul never met John (because George has a big fat schoolboy crush on Paul) + 1 time he was grateful that they did met. Heartbreaking, but with a gentle, hopeful & satisfying ending!

Knocking at Your Door (@eveepe). George and Paul through the years. Kissing and loving each other in many ways, and finally making love...during the making of Anthology!

a wish (Handlemewithcare): Young Paul and George, skinny dipping in the moonlight. The hair on his legs curling from the water, now arranged in unusual patterns and swirls. Water dripping from his ruffled hair into his neck and rolling down his chest, stomach and- Come onnn!

[beatleshalloween]

[takashimakato]

A little help in the Morning

The day in the Shared Beatles home began with the usual routine of alarms ringing at 6:00 AM, signaling the start of a new day for Paul and George. Both of them were still wearing their pajamas when they emerged from their rooms, yawning as they made their way to the kitchen.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

(McHarrison Fanfic based on art by @groovegalz)

Despite the early hour, the home felt familiar and welcoming, with photos of the Fab Four decorating the walls and common kitchen appliances filling the room. Silence permeated the air, save for the whirring of the air conditioner and the soft drip of water from the faucet.

Paul moved around the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he brewed a pot of coffee. He liked the stillness of the morning, and relished the quiet before the bustle of the day began in earnest.

As he worked, George walked in, his eyes still heavy with sleep and his hair a messy tangle of curls. "Morning, Paul," he greeted his bandmate, his voice more hoarse than normal thanks to just waking up.

Paul looked up, surprised by George's sudden appearance and less than pristine state. "Good morning, George," he replied, fixing his own hair before filling a mug with coffee. "You want some... or do you need a minute?"

George shook his head, taking a sip from his own mug as he moved towards the couch. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind some coffee, Luv," he said, settling into the comfort of the soft cushions.

Paul sat down beside him, enjoying the warmth of George's presence near him. They both took a moment to savor their coffee, watching as the sun slowly rose outside the window.

But George couldn't help feeling a little frustrated. "Can they wake up already so we can get ready and leave on time?" he mumbled, staring at the door to John and Ringo's room.

Paul smiled, understanding George's frustration all too well. "You know you can't rely on them to wake up on time, but if you want to like sleep in a bit more.. we could always cuddle on the couch.." he suggested, giving George a warm smile as he wrapped an arm around him.

George nodded, feeling the tension melting away as he leaned into Paul's embrace. Soon, they both drifted off to sleep, their coffee cups still on the table and the only sounds in the room being the gentle chirping.

This was nice.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[anulight]

Paul and George

[blobmiffies]

Chapter 7: nurse mccartney (or why being ill sucks sweaty, hairy balls, an essay by george harrison)

Summary: George is still ill, and Paul decides that it's better to take care of his friend than to continue having his head up his perky little arse.

Warnings: mentions of nausea