||[Feb. 17th, 2008|01:47 am]
George & Paul
Title: 'End of Part 1'
Word Count: 955
Setting: Hotel room, early touring days
It had been a pretty busy day, starting off in Liverpool and driving down to one town to film a TV show and then rushing back to where we’d been a couple of nights before for a show. We were all deaf, knackered and having a well earned night in, flopped around the hotel suite. The others had already gone to bed but Paul and I were still sitting together on the sofa watching something on ITV. A small trickle of light leaked out from under Ringo’s door, meaning that he was probably still awake. John’s snoring from the other room was audible above telly, which was on the lowest volume we could still hear it at. I was torn between leaving Paul and going to bed or falling asleep right there and having all sorts of aches in the morning.
I squinted at the telly. “‘End of part 1’,” I read out loud for no reason. “God, I’m so tired me eyes are going funny. I can’t even remember what we’re watching.”
Paul slipped his arm around me and I gave him a sleepy half smile. “You can go to bed if you want, you know.”
“No, I want to stay with you.” I shifted closer to Paul on the sofa, snuggling up to him and trying to use him as a pillow.
“We should have sorted out a room swap. Then we could have had all night together.”
“Too late now. Might just sleep here,” I mumbled as I closed my eyes.
“What about the telly? Shouldn’t we turn it off?” Paul made to get up but I held him down.
“Doesn’t matter. It’ll help me sleep. Just don’t move, okay? I’m comfy now.”
“At least let me have some of that blanket. I’m freezing ‘ere.”
He tugged at the blanket until he was happy that he was well covered. I yawned as I buried my head deeper into him. Then I let the sleepy feeling take me over without fight.
Before I realised it, I was awake again. It looked to be a grey sort of day but it was definitely morning. I couldn’t see if any of the others were up and about but some must have been because they’d turned the telly off.
Paul sighed sleepily as I sat up a little to look around the room. He showed no other signs of wanting to wake up and I didn’t have any inclination to disturb him by moving about too much.
I noticed a steaming pot of tea on the table in front of us. There was a hastily scribbled note next to it: ‘We’ll bring you breakfast up if you miss it.’
“D’you fancy a cuppa?”
“I’d love one, ta George.” Paul said without opening his eyes.
“Well, you gonna pour it out then?” I asked him, sitting back against the sofa.
Paul turned his head to me and pouted. “Why do I have to do it?”
“To repay me for sharing the blanket when your delicate little legs were freezing off.”
“Delicate? I’d say your legs are more delicate than mine. Look,” he added, squeezing one of my legs. “They’re nothin’ more than sticks.”
“Gerroff me, Paul!”
“No!” he said, shuffling up the sofa until he was sat in my lap, stubbornly keeping his hand on my leg. If he’d had it a little higher, I might not have minded so much.
“Right, you’re for it.”
I decided to employ the dirty tactic of tickling him until he was gasping with laughter and trying to push me off him with his feet. When I paused for a quick breather, he took the opportunity to try and escape. I grabbed him round the middle. Paul squealed and tried to wriggle free, sending us both toppling over the back of the sofa.
“Aren’t we getting up?” Paul asked, still giggling. “Or are you enjoying being on top of me?”
“What do you think?” I leant in for a kiss. “I’d have you right here if the others weren’t coming back. And we’ve got that tea to drink.”
I got off him and went back to the sofa and poured myself out some tea. Paul joined me. I made him a cup in silence. There was no point trying to start a new subject because I knew he’d be thinking about one thing only.
And it turned out I was right. Paul rested his chin on my shoulder – not really a good idea when I’m handling a pot of boiling tea, but it was too sweet a gesture for me to upset his feelings over something as trivial a potential scalding – and whispered, “I say let’s go for it anyway. The tea’s probably too hot right now and I’m not planning on sitting there like a wally when I could be doing something more worthwhile.”
“Like me, for instance?” I asked with a smirk, testing my tea. It was a bit hot, actually.
Paul, who’d been in the middle of testing his own cup of tea, choked a little on the hot liquid when he realised what I’d said.
“Isn’t that what you meant?” I asked with a look of pretend innocence.
“What are we waiting for?” I demanded exasperatedly. Suddenly, I was barely able to restrain myself from jumping up and dragging him into the bedroom.
“You didn’t take much convincing, did you, George?”
“Hurry up or we won’t have time before the tea cools down.”
“Let it cool down. We’ll just get another pot of tea.” Paul stood up and walked towards his room. He paused in the door and turned around with a cheeky smile. “I mean, it’s not like we can’t afford it now, is it?”