Paring: John/Paul, John/Mike
Rating: R (warning: minor references at incest, nothing major)
Summary: Jim is out for the afternoon and young Michael sees something he really wished he hadn’t.
Disclaimer: This is completely fictional and not real. Also, I don’t own The Beatles.
Author’s note: I’m ill, horny and alone. Don’t judge me.
‘Where’s Paul?’ Mike asked, his voice much hoarser than expected.
‘Asleep.’ John simply said before placing his hand on top of Michael’s crotch and giving it a squeeze. Michael immediately jumped up and turned around with wide eyes, facing John.
‘What are you doing?!’ He asked shocked and slightly scared. John smirked at him and just grabbed his right leg and pulled him back again. Michael tried to wiggle free, but all it did was that he fell, hard on his bum on the floor. John chuckled with amusement.
‘Be quite or someone will notice.’ He said, still chuckling happily. Michael looked up at the tough-looking older man in his room. He only realised now that John Lennon was sitting on his bed. He seemed oddly relaxed and he had a glistering in his eyes.
Dude, I like this story. I don’t even read real people slash for the most part, but this is TOO well written to pass up. Holy shit!