2 Works in John Lennon/Ringo Starr
“Love,” John started, but he felt Ringo tense under his hand. He took his hand away from Ringo’s shoulder. “Ringo,” John started again. “You’re not disgusting or fat. You’re eyes are fine and so is your nose. And your lips . . .” John drifted off as his eyes went to Ringo’s lips. They looked quite kissable. “They look quite kissable.” Oh shit, John did that stupid thing where he said what he thought.
Ringo wiped his eyes, and they didn’t leave John’s face. The air was tense and John knew he should’ve left when Paul and George did, or at least now before Ringo punched him in the jaw. And John wouldn’t even stop him. Ringo stood up, towering over John, who was sitting on a couch. Here it comes, thought John. He’s going to hit me.
John closed his eyes, waiting for a punch or slap or something. He was certainly not expecting what Ringo gave him.
Ringo grabbed John’s face and whispered, “They do, do they? Well, you could always test that theory for yourself.” John opened his eyes, but Ringo had already straddled John’s thighs and was kissing him. John hummed, not sure how to react. He didn’t move, still in shock. After a minute of Ringo kissing John awkwardly, Ringo pulled away.
A stolen heart.