The two wasted no time. Lips pressed feverishly against one another as they kissed and groped each other as though their lives depended on it.

Paul was flustered and fearful of someone walking in on them. They were still backstage after all. Paul pulled away from the kiss and tried to push the other man away.

''C'mere...C'mere...''George moans breathlessly yanking Paul against him over and over as Paul struggled to break from his grasp,''C'mere Paulie...don't tease me like that doll...''

Paul shakes his head and squirms in his arms,''I'm not trying to tease darlin'...We're in public Geo! Anyone can just waltz on in here and see us!''

George gives him a mischievous look that makes Paul's insides melt,''Let em'...''

Paul considers it for a moment before shaking his head and squirming to get away from the other man once more,''We can do this at the hotel...''

''What if I can't wait for the hotel? What with the way you shimmied those hips earlier...It's a surprise I didn't jump you right then and there...'' George murmurs his eyes lidded as he leans in for another kiss.

''Geo! Wake out of your randy daze and listen to me! We can NOT fuck here...'' Paul says as if he's reprimanding a child.

''Oh but we can...I like the thrill of it Paulie...please? Please? I wouldn't mind you just slippin' your hand in my trousers...please doll...'' George's voice is thick with lust as he pulls Paul close to him once more.

Paul feels his face heat up considerably as George presses his arousal against his leg.

''You are so daring when you're turned on Geo...I can't do this here...'' Paul whines.

''Aaah, I don't believe you for a second. You'd love it...You love being the center of attention...you get off to it too...admit it...I'd love to fuck you in public and get caught...specifically by John...I'd love to see the look on his smug face.'' George mumbles snuggling against Paul's neck.

''Jealous prat,'' Paul mumbles under his breath.

George made a low sound of disapproval while groping Paul's ass as if to say it was his and all his.

''You have nothing to worry about George...I'm all yours...'' Paul moans enjoying the way George touched him.

''I know...'' George answered not at all sounding confident.

Lately, things had been strained between George and John. Paul can trace it all the way back to Hamburg. There had always been a bit of a rift between John and George. George had known Paul first after all. Once Paul and John started hitting it off and hanging out more George became more clingy and possessive. Not in an overpowering way, he was still gentle and very considerate but he was also cold and calculating.

He'd time the things he did in accordance with John's movements. He'd wait until John's eyes traveled over Paul's frame before placing his hand on Paul's thigh or snuggling up against him jokingly.

Little subtle movements that let John know that Paul was all his.

George had a creeping feeling that he was going to lose Paul to John. In a matter of time, Paul will leave and the very thought of that tore George up inside.

''Geo~'' Paul moans swaying his hips some.

''Please...please...Paulie...please...I'm aching for you...I need it doll...'' George groans a deep frown on his face.

''Calm down Geo...Cor, you sound like you're gonna die without it.'' Paul teased rolling his eyes.

''I am love...I am...'' George murmurs into Paul's neck.

Paul rolls his eyes once more and slowly maneuvers them to a nearby couch. George wasted no time climbing on top of Paul and ravishing him.

Paul gaped in awe at how quickly George took off his coat and shirt. His fingers were a blur as he undressed his upper half. Without skipping a beat he did the same to Paul minus the coat. Paul had thrown that off earlier.

Paul laid beneath George with his shirt completely open and his tie hanging loosely from his neck. He looked like a dream.

''You look good enough to eat love...'' George murmurs breathlessly.

''Hm? Do I? Wanna eat me now or later?'' Paul teases with a wink.

George's eyes roll subtly for a quick second and Paul snickers at how easily his words can affect the other.

George leans over Paul and captures his lips with his own. George grinds down on Paul slowly and sensually. He had to stifle a moan when Paul starts grinding upwards, his hip movements wild and aggressive.

Paul snickers noticing that his lover is trying his best to contain himself above him. The kiss becomes more aggressive and urgent and Paul loses himself in it. Paul adored how loved and cherished George made him feel. George always looked to him with reverence. This only increased the closer John got to him. Paul remembers the very first time he became aware of how John made George feel.

Paul was seated next to John in the studio. They were joking next to each other on the couch like normal. John said something about Paul's eyes being beautiful in a snarky tone that was meant to be mocking but it made Paul gape at the man in shock.

So did George who was strumming idly at his guitar. Ringo was paying them no mind on the other side of the room.

Paul blinked a few times and so did John. Paul was hoping beyond hope that he wasn't blushing because he felt that his face and neck were hot,''My eyes are beautiful eh?''

John's eyes dart around nervously and he mumbles,''Can't take a joke Macca?''

''What was the joke?'' Paul asks feeling warm and excited.

John struggles to find an answer and mumbles,''Shut up.''

Paul smiles,''Your eyes are beautiful as well John...''

It was John's turn to blush. The two gaze at each other for a while. Paul felt a surge of electricity between them. If he wasn't with George he would have kissed John right then and there.

Ever since that day George had become very possessive of Paul and mean spirited towards John in subtle yet effective ways. It embarrassed Paul and sometimes shocked him since it was so out of character for his lover.

To his dismay, the one thing he was worried about in the back of his mind happened.

The door slammed open and they both heard John exclaim,''What the fuck!?''

Paul wanted to scramble to get up but George wouldn't budge. He instead pressed another kiss to his lips.

Paul glared up at the other man but George paid him no mind instead of looking over to John nonchalantly,''What do you need John?''

John stood there glaring for a moment before saying,''We need to be going soon ya queers.''

Even though John was stone-faced his eyes showed his shock. Paul looked away from John in shame. How could George be so calm and relaxed right now?

''Thanks for telling us...we'll be done soon,'' George replied coolly.

John's eyebrow and the side of his mouth twitched involuntarily a few times,''We don' have time for this...could you please get dressed and fuck in the hotel?''

George chuckled a few times enjoying how John struggled to contain his rage.

Paul smacks George on the side and sits up. He scrambles to button up his dress shirt and fix his tie. He throws on his jacket and works on fixing his hair up.

He can't bear to spare a glance at John. He could feel the other man's eyes on him and just couldn't take it.

To Paul's relief, he and John were assigned to be roommates this go around. Paul didn't want to so much as look at George at the moment. It wasn't like George to stir the pot like this. Paul didn't even know where all of this was even coming from. What the hell was George thinking?

Paul was sitting on his bed in his pajamas running the events of the day over in his mind obsessively. He was broken from his thoughts by John plopping down on his own bed after leaving the shower.

John was in nothing but his boxers. Paul can feel his eyes on him,''Sooo...you and George?''

Paul shakes his head refusing to look up at him,''I-It's nothing...''

''Didn't look like nothin'.'' John says glaring at him suspiciously.

Paul shrugs weakly refusing to look at him still.

''So...when did it start?'' John asks curiously.

''Um...I don't know...look, I'm really tired!'' Paul lies crawling under the covers and hiding under them like a coward.

John snickers from the other bed,''You don't have to tell me...was just curious is all...why George of all people?''

Paul snorts,''Have you seen George!? Those cheekbones...''

It was John's turn to snort,''You're bloody mad! Mad I tell ya! You're out of George's league. He doesn't deserve you.''

Paul pretended he didn't hear that.

John lets out a sigh and lays down in his bed. He says goodnight and turns out the light. An hour later there were soft knocks on the door.

Paul gets up to answer it thinking that it was Brian. To his surprise it was George. The guitarist greeted him with a swift kiss and motioned that he wanted to be let in.

Paul complied and the two of them tiptoed into the bathroom. Wanking each other off in the bathroom isn't the most romantic of scenarios but it works in dire straits. Paul writhed as George stroked him to completion while doing the same for his lover.

Their kisses were passionate and lustful. Paul struggled to keep his voice down at some points and he hoped beyond hope that John couldn't hear him.

After the two of them finished they hurriedly cleaned themselves up and spent a little time cuddling while standing up. George kisses him on the forehead before sliding out of the room.

When Paul lays back down he hopes that John slept through all of it but today just wasn't his day.

The room was silent for a little bit before John spoke up,''You're a screamer eh?''

''I didn't scream!'' Paul says argumentatively feeling as though he was going to die of embarrassment. John snickers a little on the other bed.

''You're very vocal...you sound like a dying dog...'' John deadpans still not facing Paul.

''Go to sleep John.'' Paul snaps.

''How can I!? Your loud wailing is stuck in me ears! Criminy!'' John complains.

''Was I really that loud?'' Paul asks feeling self-conscious.

''Yeah,'' John grunted.

Paul didn't know how much more humiliation he could take for the night. The earlier incident was one thing but this was another.

John grumbles,''You sounded beautiful though.''

Paul didn't know how to respond to that so he simply tries to go back to sleep and ignore the strange feeling in his heart.