Ringo is always intrigued when Brian has a group reward planned for them.
Brian always seems to know exactly the right reward for the right moment, and Ringo always enjoys group rewards more than individual ones. Brian always finds the most exciting and lovely ways to not only make them all feel appreciated, but to bring them closer together as well.
So Ringo is particularly intrigued when Brian pulls the car up outside what looks like a tiny little shop on the corner of a quiet street in London and gleefully tells them to go inside.
It’s not clear from the outside what kind of shop it is, nor does the building have a sign. But as soon as they walk inside, Ringo’s heart sinks as he realises exactly what kind of shop they’re in.
There are lacy undergarments everywhere. Knickers, bras, stockings, nighties- different colours, different fabrics, different sizes-
“Lingerie?!” John splutters. “Fucking lingerie? I thought this was supposed to be a reward?”
John may not be impressed, but Paul’s eyes light up as he studies the items on display.
Ringo is too embarrassed to look at anything. They’re the only customers in the shop; Brian must have arranged for the privacy, but there are two young assistants lurking towards the back- one man and one women.
“Yes,” Brian confirms with a smile. “I thought it might be nice for you all to have a private lingerie fitting. You can pick anything you want. My treat.”
Paul is the only one who looks genuinely excited. He’s already examining a pair of green knickers, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers with a small smile.
“This isn’t a reward, Eppy,” John sighs, looking just as embarrassed as Ringo feels. “What do we need this stuff for?”
“You don’t have to get anything if you don’t want to,” Brian replies quietly. “I just thought it might be nice for you to have something special to wear for the rare nights the four of you get to be alone.”
Brian isn’t really an emotional man, but there’s a little hurt in his voice, which George quickly picks up on.
“I’ve never had some nice underwear before,” George says shyly. “Just plain old briefs. I’m open to trying something new.”
John still doesn’t look convinced, but George takes his hand and winks.
“C’mon. If you don’t want anything, you can help me pick out something and watch me try it on.”
Now John looks interested.
Ringo watches the two of them disappear together to browse the merchandise, but he hangs back to speak to Brian.
“So,” Ringo chuckles nervously. “What do you like?”
Brian looks a little confused. “What do you mean?”
“What kind of lingerie do you like?” Ringo clarifies. “What would you want to see me in?”
It’s not the first time Ringo has been to a shop like this, but his previous manager was always very keen on picking out lingerie for him.
“This isn’t for me,” Brian replies, leaning in to give Ringo a kiss. “This is for you. I want you to pick something that you like. Something that makes you feel good about yourself.”
Ringo has never chosen lingerie for himself before.
It’s a daunting task; there’s a large selection. He must spend twenty minutes looking at knickers alone.
The thing that Ringo has always hated about lingerie is that it tends not to cover up his scars. Most underwear is designed to sit low on the hips, and so Ringo always feels really self-conscious.
He glances over at the others. Paul and George have already stripped off to try on some stuff, and John is sat on a stool watching them both, practically drooling as they model the underwear for him. George is wearing what looks like a thong and Paul is posing in some kind of see-through nightie, and they’re both giggling as they twirl and examine each other in the mirror.
Brian stands quietly to the side, allowing them their privacy and fun.
“John,” Ringo calls softly. “Can I borrow you a minute?”
John tears his eyes away from the two younger men, looking disappointed for a moment, but he quickly gives Ringo a grin and comes over to assist.
“I want your opinion,” Ringo says. He lowers his voice. “I want something that will cover my tummy.”
John immediately understands, and quickly scans the items. “Hm. You could go for like a little nightie like Paul, or...ah, yeah. Garter belt!”
He holds up the material, and Ringo smiles gratefully. He’s not sure why he didn’t think of that.
“Your legs would look good in stockings,” John murmurs appreciatively. “And your bum would look good in a thong.”
“I don’t really like thongs,” Ringo shrugs. “Feels like my bum is just hanging out.”
He used to have to wear a lot of thongs in his Hurricane days.
“Your bum would look good in anything, to be honest,” John chuckles. “Here, what about these? These will cover everything and will still look sexy.”
Ringo ends up modelling about five or six different pairs of underwear for John along with some stockings and the garter belt before he finally finds some he likes.
“I’ve changed my mind,” John says to Brian as he watches Ringo peel some silk knickers down his thighs. “This is a really good reward.”
It actually turns into a really fun few hours. They all try loads of different things on, and the assistants, professional as ever, help to fit them so they’re all comfortable and get the right sizes.
Even John has a go in the end, not wanting to be left out, and even though he picks some relatively modest underwear compared to everyone else, he still seems like he’s enjoyed himself.
“This was so much fun, Eppy,” Paul says happily as they leave. “Thank you for bringing us here.”
Ringo gives Brian a kiss on the cheek. “Can’t wait to wear this stuff for you.”
Brian turns red. “You don’t have to do that. This is all for you, boys. I really don’t expect you to wear this for me.”
“That’s why we want to,” George says firmly, kissing Brian on the lips. “Because we don’t have to.”
They all laugh when Brian blushes even more, and not for the first time, Ringo is really glad they have such an amazing manager.
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