I Need You, Ch. 2
"You complete idiot, George Harrison."
George gazed at his own reflection in the mirror. Not that he could see much - the only light was from a street lamp outside, blocked mostly by the curtains - but he could still see a dim outline of his dishevelled face glinting in the mirror.
"I can't believe I did that ... "
He had relived the whole incident over and over again, tossing and turning in his bed as he remembered the brief feeling of Ringo's lips on his (wonderful, gorgeous, delicious Ringo ... what was he on about?) and then, Ringo's shocked, almost hurt expression as he forced George off him.
Quite rightly too. How are you supposed to react when your friend suddenly decides to kiss you? Particularly when you and your friend are both blokes.
George shot a guilty glance over at Paul's bed - but, luckily, Paul just rolled over in his sleep, muttering something incoherent about electric o
I Need You, Ch. 5The first thing Ringo thought of when he woke up was George.
The second was that his left arm really, really hurt.
"J-John? Could ye just -"
John turned over in his sleep. "Piss offffff."
"C'mon, John, you're on me arm ..."
Ringo tugged at his throbbing arm desperately, trying to shift John - and in the process waking him with a start. "Christ, Ringo, did ye have to do that?"
"Sorry, John - but you're still -"
"Right, right." He sat up, finally freeing Ringo's arm, then he blinked in surprise. "Why am I in yer bed?"
Ringo rubbed his arm. "Dunno, you tell me."
"Blimey, I hope we didn't do anything queer," John giggled. At the sight of Ringo's wide-eyed look of horror, however, he furrowed his brow. "Nah, I remember, I think. You were - talkin' in your sleep. So I sat with you a bit, tryin' to shut you up - and I s'pose I fell asleep on yer arm."
"On me arm."
"On yer arm."