McLennon New Year: John Caught Looking, Again
But it was the fingers to the lips that would make him shiver, every time.
Does he know how that looks? John would wonder. It’s so boyish, but so bird-ish. It makes him look like some starlet trying to seduce the camera, but it only ends up seducing me.
More than once, John had pondered whether Paul did it on purpose, just for him, if the doe-eyed lad was, in fact, flirting with him, leading him on with the finger lift, the lip-touch, the small bite between teeth, and the smile, that heart-stopping smile that came John’s way, directed right at him like a dazzling white light – all for me, all just for me – whenever he managed to stay Paul’s hand.
And now there he was, unable to look away as Paul went through the maddening, intoxifyingly sexy routine: lifting, touching, biting, smiling-at-John, again and again as the holiday traffic kept them moving at a snail’s pace. Occasionally, Paul would urge John into the conversation with Archie. He would turn his head, lean into him slightly, nudging him with his knee, and John would have to raise his eyebrows and refocus his attention, which meant looking at Paul’s whole expressive face, and his dark eyes, those eyes so full of light. Those eyes are dangerous, John would think as he tried to get into the spirit of the conversation. I love those stupid fucking gorgeous eyes. Better off looking at his lips. Those…fucking perfectly formed bird lips that make me feel so…
He recognized a familiar tingle at the base of his abdomen and forcefully pushed the thought aside.
Fucking McCartney. Jesus, he loved him. He flat loved everything about him.
Part of a 30 Second Fanfic over at AO3; read the whole thing here. And Happy New Year!
Full video of the interview here
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