You Can't Say No To John - NC-17 Completed

Title: You Can’t Say No To John
Author: Robin Gurl
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: J/P and a hint of R/G at the end
Summary: Paul could never say no to John…
A/N: Wow first PWP written at my age for John/Paul. I’m QUITE proud of it and just sitting here giggling going “YES! I RAWK!” let me know what ya think!


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The door opened and two figures fell in, one of them used his foot to close the door the other on the floor panting and trying frantically to get his shirt unbuttoned and tie off. The one on top, John Lennon could only smirk in the darkness at the state of his bandmate, Paul McCartney who was on the bottom looking and sounding very hot and bothered.

John was experienced with this sort of play, even though he denied it in public and even their gay manager knew nothing about it. Paul was still inexperienced and like a teenage bird when he was aroused. John knew how to calm down just enough to make it last a little longer, Paul wasn’t to that point yet.

It’d started off innocently enough, during the interview about their new movie “Eight Hands to Hold You” John’s hands had started to roam in places it shouldn’t in public. They only seemed to roam when Paul was looking cute which seemed to be every second of every day. It was the hidden secret that some of the fangirls were catching onto: John cared a little more for Paul than he admitted to.

At first it was just a pat on the knee, maybe a squeeze of the thigh. Paul’s eyes fluttered suddenly during one part of the interview, getting Brian to think maybe something was wrong with the bassist. In reality it was the young man’s response to John’s touches.

John’s eyes always keen on what was going on stopped and leaned over whispering “Be careful, Brian thinks we’re up to something.” Just loud enough for Paul to hear it but not loud enough to be heard over Ringo talking as he answered a question.

“S..Stop touching me you sod.” Paul hissed back “And we wouldn’t have a problem.”

“Aye, you don’t like it?” John said a little louder, his hand moving over a bit to Paul’s inner thigh. His fingers drummed softly on the tight pants as the thigh quivered in response.

“Please…” Sweat had started to bead on the side of Paul’s face.

“Please what, love?” John’s whisper was so close it tickled Paul’s ear and made him shiver. Before Paul could reply a reporter asked John a question. Almost heaving in relief Paul leaned back in his chair wiping the sweat from his brow. He almost relaxed until he noticed John’s hand was still near his crotch. Just when he thought he was safe the unbeareble happened and he lost it.

John actually squeezed his bulge in his pants. He pushed John’s hand away quickly and tried to hide the blush on his cheeks that he knew was there. “Stop it.” He hissed again.

“Excuse me, I gotta take Paulie to take a piss.”

“What the fuck are you trying to pull Lennon?” Paul pulled away as John tried to “help” him out of his chair. The reporters only laughed it up and took pictures of John “escorting” the cute Beatle out of the press room thinking it was only a joke.

Once out in the hall way and away from flashing cameras, Paul was pushed up against the wall, John’s hands roaming his lower half and their mouths touching. The one thing that always killed Paul on the spot were John’s soft lips touching his.

“Let’s go find a safer place,” John panted in Paul’s ear guiding the younger man down the hall way. In Paul’s state, John was in charge. Paul was literally all but being carried down the hallway. His arms were tense and wrapped around John’s neck as John led them down the hallway.
His eyes spotted a room that they had been in before being taken to the interview room. The door opened and they fell in, the lights were off but John didn’t need any light to see what Paul was up to. One of Paul’s legs shut the door and then John felt the other moving clumbsly to remove his clothing. “Shh, Paulie, calm down.”

Paul moaned. John had done it again. That breathing in his ear. “J..Johhhnn…” He lifted his hips and started to hump the air. “Please!”

“I’ve got it all taken care of, son.” John placed a hand on Paul’s knee and gently pressed it down then leaned forward and caught Paul’s lips into a kiss while his hands expertly unbuttoned the dress shirt and undid the tie. As soon as the tie was removed, Paul was ravished from his waist up. John stopped at the pale neck long enough to place kisses up and down it before going up and kissing the beautiful cheeks and nose then the lips again.

Paul just laid on the floor his eyes barely opened and his arms still wrapped around John’s neck. Whenever the pleasure got to much he arched his back and dug his nails into John’s shoulders. “Fuck, JOHN! Just fucking do it!”

“Aye, no cussing.” John bit at one of Paul’s nipples, yet he smiled at this fact. When ever Paul cursed more than once in less than three sentences, he was either completely pissed off or just very aroused. John took choice B. “Let’s see how Paulie junior is down here, eh?”

“Yes..Please…” Paul’s head went back as John removed the arms around his neck and placed them above his head. After prodding Paul’s bulge through his pants, John decided to try something new. He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and tied Paul’s hands above his head. “John, what are you doing?”

“All in due time, Paulie. Now let’s get these trousers off of you.” John slowly unbuttoned the tight gray pants all the while stroking Paul’s growing penis through the cloth smiling when Paul would squirm at being unable to move his arms. “This is what you get for wearing these tight trousers, Paulie.”

“I …I wore them for you..” He panted arching his back when skin finally met skin and his pants were slid off his body and thrown in a heap with the rest of his clothes. Paul’s eyes flew open when he felt a mouth engulf his penis. It was warm and slick and the tongue expertly guided the organ in and out giving the illusion it was pushing in and out of a tight hole. John’s large hands cupped his buttox, keeping him still as he got the blow job of his life. Paul really wished there was a way he could stifle the shouts from his own mouth. John’s blow jobs usually made him really loud and tonight was no exception.

In the faint light coming from the window on the door, Paul could faintly see John’s head bobbing up and down. The wet slurping noises sent his senses on over drive until he could go no longer. “John, love, I’m going- ARGGGH!” Paul’s back arched, his thighs tightened and his stomach clenched then his eyes went back into his head as he released. He fell back to the ground with a soft thump laying on his back panting.

“Good lad, Paulie.” John replied licking his lips. He stroked Paul’s inner thigh not giving his lover a moment to rest before exploring more. He put his finger into his mouth and got it wet then without warning entered Paul.

Paul’s eyes widened and he jerked his hips into the air. “John! GOD!”

“Still as tight as ever.”

“Shuddup.”

“But that’s what makes you so much fun to fuck.”John stuck another finger in and finally a third then began to thrust inside the small opening. They’d been officially making love for three years and the fact that Paul’s body hadn’t stretched with the amount of sex they’d had was just remarkable. He was still just as tight as he was the first time John pounded him in Hamburg.

“Alright, ready Paul?”

“J..Just do it…” Paul bit his lip trying to hold in his loud gasp as John’s hard cock pushed down deep inside him.

“I …I just love how you can lay like a bird, Paulie…an..and be fucked.” John panted his his thrusted. His hands holding Paul’s legs up in the air and spread wide. Together they moved in a fluid motion, Paul’s member came back to life and John knew it was going to be double orgasm. The muscles in Paul’s ass tightened around John’s throbbing cock and made it almost impossible NOT to orgasm right there. But no, he wanted to prolong the pleasure, ride his lover and feel
Paul writhe underneathe him in pure bliss.

The harder John seemed the more painful this got. Paul was biting back tears of pain and finally he let out a cry. “John, GOD just FINISH! It hurts!”

That was the only drawback of fucking Paul McCartney. No stretching meant it was very easy to hurt the lad. “Shh, it’s alright, love.” John let go of Paul’s left leg and reached down and stroked the sweaty bangs from his lover’s eyes. “Just breathe and let me enter, relaxing will make it feel so much better.”

His arms above his head were going numb as the blood rushed out of them down below his belly to his engorged cock. With each thrust by John, Paul got closer to his second orgasm.

“Jo..John..I’m going to…”

“Alright, we’ll do it together….” John suddenly grunted and Paul went still his whole body clenched tight. John’s thighs quivered as he released in side Paul and Paul just lay there his cock limp, his belly and John’s chest covered in his cum. John pulled out and fell on top of Paul reaching up weakly and untying the hands. They fell limply by Paul’s side as Paul tried to breathe. “T..That was amazing..as ..as always. Let’s clean you up.”

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The interview had ended without John or Paul making it back. Ringo left the room with George close behind, their hands intertwined. “Ringo, why couldn’t we have followed John’s lead? Paul’s prolly been ravished twice already.”

“Have you gone soft? How can you have an interview with the Beatles with no Beatles?”
George pouted and followed Ringo into the prep room. In front of them John was reading a magazine with Paul’s head in his lap. The bassist looked to be sound asleep. “John, you should be ashamed of yourself, leaving like that.”

“What? I thought I was doing the admirable thing, our poor Paulie got aroused and I had to do something.”

“Uh-huh and leave me and Georgie here to finish the interview.”

“But look at Paulie, he’s so content now.” John smirked stroking the dark brown locks. “You can’t say no to Paul.”

“You mean you can’t say no to John.” George retorted.
End.