Author: @adriennefrombrooklyn (carolynhidthecake on AO3)
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59193949
Summary: "The U.S. '66 tour looms ahead, and John is shaken by an aggressive reporter at the airport. If it's a portent of what the tour has in store for them, then Paul won't let him face it alone."
The prose. "As far as he was concerned, a crowd was a mob, and a mob by any other name was still out for blood." And "for a stretch of time everyone had refused to go gentle into that shit night."
Their connection. "Paul was right beside him, pushing between him and the microphone and all the hostile bodies. And as quickly as it had come, the panic was gone . . . . And there would always be another bastard with a microphone. A constant. But there was also Paul, settling into his seat and giving John a half-smile. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay."
The dialogue. "John, only if you want to…” Paul’s words melted into another sigh, rougher, shakier this time, like he was fighting it. [] "I always want to,” John said, as sure of his words as he’d ever been. Maybe I shouldn’t talk unless it’s to Paul. That might do the trick.
The smut. "Paul, John’s prick fully in his mouth and going deeper, eyes closed and watering at the corners, hand on his own cock and pumping so slowly it seemed to pain him. The thought that Paul could reach this level of desperation so soon after getting off just from having John in his mouth"