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"Do you want to go to the park?"
"Yes."
Their fingers slyly intertwine with each other as they lay on their backs, the grass prickling their skin, and their cheeks are flushed red from the contact. Paul squeezes his hand lightly, and John's heart skips a beat but he doesn't look his way yet. Instead he eyes the shooting star and sucks in a trembling breath when Paul's thumb caresses the back of his hand.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please." Paul whispers to him, colorful eyes fluttering closed as John's excited breaths puffs a little closer to his parted, anxious lips. John tips his face up with the use of his fingers underneath the younger's schin and their lips brush lightly against each other. For the most part it tickles. It's soft and shy though. Paul's nervousness hits, and he darts his tongue out to lick his lips, it's just something he remotely does when he's nervous. John's breath hitches and he ends up shuddering from the blooming butterflies, especially when Paul's tongue accidentally glides over his bottom lip instead of his own, he's tingling all over. Paul murmurs 'sorry' and he feels awkward. He feels even more awkward when he realizes that he said sorry. John just smiles sheepishly against his pink lips, kissing him fully, his other hand finding Paul's nervously shaking one and they're intertwining their fingers again.
"That's not how you hold the guitar. Do you want me to show you?"
"Yeah."
John bites his bottom lip as Paul comes up behind him, adjusting his hands on the guitar correctly. He's so used to using a banjo as a guitar since he didn't have one yet. It caused him to not really understand how to grip the instrument now that he has one in his grasp for the first time. Paul stares quietly at the freckles that appear on John's face as his skin becomes a little pink. There's a path of light freckles that appear from the older's flushed cheeks, down his jaw line, and neck. Paul swallows hard, fighting back the urge to press his lips against the skin, and he somewhat squeezes John's hand with his own. Not remembering that he's helping the older man adjust his guitar, he draws his fingertips along John's sleeveless forearm, eyes eagerly tracing the goosebumps that ride up his skin in the wake of where his warm fingers had been.
John's breaths pick up and his face is hot.
"You're so soft." Paul says, his voice is unsteady. John turns his head, and suddenly he's facing forward, but his face is turnt towards Paul's. Eyes are lingering at each other's lips. Hands are twitching against each other. Paul is leaning in and John's still, eyes fluttering closed as Paul kisses him passionately with overwhelming want, moving their hands off the neck of the guitar to intertwine their fingers together.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Do you -" John scratches the back of his neck, avoiding the stern look of Jim McCartney, "want to hang out?"
Paul and his father glance at each other for a split second. Young eyes meeting old. After a short stare down, Paul looks back at John and his lips twitch into an apologetic smile, he shakes his head. No, I can't, sorry. Dad is being a prick.
"Oh. Well, that's fine." John says, glaring at Jim. When he looks back at Paul, ready to say goodbye, the younger mouths 'come to my window in fifteen minutes' to him. John tries to hide his smile but his eyes still sparkle, smiling for him.
Paul winks at him with a smug smirk on his face.
Fifteen minutes later, John helps Paul climb down the drainpipe. Paul turns around in the hold of strong arms as John holds him, and he's slinging his own arms around the older's neck, kissing him. John pulls Paul closer to him as they kiss each other with the use of a grip on his waist that screams I missed you. Paul successfully pulls away from him after a few seconds of John chasing his departing lips, and he reprimands the older with a gentle tug of his hair that makes John see stars for a small second. Paul bats his lashes at him, giggling with mischief as he breathlessly whispers, a sweet look in his eyes. "Let's get out of here."
"Yes, Christ." John breathes, reaching towards his neck for Paul's hands, grasping the warmth of one. Paul's fingers intertwine with his almost immediately, and the two run off with bubbling joy drowning out their worries of being caught, hand in hand.