George woke up in bed. "How did I get here?" He wondered. He felt breathing, tickling his neck. He shifted to face the other side and saw his friend, Paul, sleeping peacefully. His mouth was agape and was snoring softly. George noticed his friend had his arms wrapped around him.
Now, George was really confused. "What happened?" He wondered, carefully and quietly, he escaped from Paul's arms, not wanting to wake his friend up and went to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and was shocked. There were red marks on his neck and chest. He didn't know what those were until he thought.. "Hickeys?"
What made him even more shocked was he was on his boxers only. "Did Paul and I...No, no it can't be, this is a dream"
He thought as he stepped away from the mirror, remembering what had happened.

Flashback
"Are you free tonight?" Paul asked as he tunes his bass. "Yeah, why?" George answered, wiping his guitar,not looking up to the older male. "Ya wanna go for a drink tonight? Just the two of us" Paul asked again, sounding very eager. "Sure, where?"
"Well, do you mind if we go to that night club everyone's been talking about? I wanna try something new."
"Oh, I don't mind at all,"
"Great, I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock sharp"
"Alright,"

It was 7, George waited for Paul in the living room. Not long, Paul finally arrived. George went outside and locked the doors before leaving.
He got into Paul's car and closed the door. "Good evening, Georgie" Paul greeted, smiling widely. "Good evening," George greeted and smiled back.
It was an awkward but comfortable silence during the whole ride.
After 10 minutes, they arrived to the club. They both got out to the car and stepped into the club.

Lights were flashing as loud music plays and the scent of smoke and alcohol filled the place.
"It's really loud!" Paul shouted, "It's a night club, what did you expect?!" George shouted back. "Yeah, right, what are we waiting for? Let's get some shots!" Paul yelled "Yeah, c'mon!"

They both went to the bar and ordered some shots.
"Let's play a game, Georgie. Whoever drinks the most shots and doesn't get wasted, wins," Paul smirked. "I'm in,"
"I bet you're gonna lose!" Paul taunted. "Oh, really? We'll see about that McCartney!" The younger boy said, taking the first two shots in one go. "You'll never beat me, Paulie" He taunted.
Paul was surprised George wasn't red yet but little did he know, George doesn't get wasted easily. "Wow, George Harrison's a tough one but not as tough as I am!" Paul taunted back and took four shots in one go. "Beat that, Georgie!" Paul felt his head spinning. He knew he was gonna get drunk sooner or later but pretends to stay tough.

The two continued playing their game until suddenly, Paul pulls George to the dance floor. "C'mon George, let's dance!" The older male said, clearly drunk. George was tipsy so, he was still a bit conscious. "Yeah, let's go!"
Paul dragged him to the dance floor and started dancing and screaming like no one was in the room while George just does a little dance.

After a few minutes of non stop dancing, Paul falls to the floor. "Oh, great, the idiot's passed out," George thought. Now, George had to stay the night at Paul's as Paul is too drunk to drive him back home. He picked his drunk friend up and walked him out of the night club and into the car.
George gently laid Paul at the backseat and went to the driver's seat, driving back to Paul's place.

When they finally reached home, Paul was awake but still drunk. "Georgie where are ya?.." Paul called out sleepily and clearly still drunk.
George didn't answer and just walked Paul into the house and into the bedroom.
"You should get some sleep now, You wasted arse," George said as he laid Paul into the bed.
Paul mumbled something George couldn't make out in response.
"Pardon?"
George said, leaning closer to Paul. Suddenly, Paul forcefully pulls George into the bed and went on top of him.
"Paul, what the fuck are you doing?! You're so fucking drunk, Go to slee-"
Just as George was about to finish his sentence, Paul aggressively plants his full lips onto George's thin ones and pulls away. "I'm not fucking drunk," Paul said, almost a whisper and aggressively kisses the younger boy again, forcefully sticking his tongue into the boy's mouth.
George pushed the older male away and broke free of his grip. "What the fuck are you doing?! If this is one of your bloody jokes or games, it's not fun." George exclaimed.
Paul furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at George, not saying anything. "You know what? I think I should get going now. Goodbye, Paul "
George got up from the bed to walk out the door but was instantly pulled back to the bed by Paul. "Oh, don't you dare fucking leave!"
"Why are you doing this?! You know this is wrong!"
"It's not if we're comfortable with each other,"
"Well, I'm not feeling comfortable, not a bit!"
Paul yanked George by the collar of his shirt . "I know you love me,"  Paul said, causing George to go silent and confused. Paul once again kissed George and unbuttons George's shirt.
George's heart was throbbing. He couldn't believe what was happening and also, confused. Not even realizing it, his pants were already gone and he was already kissing Paul back.
Paul kissed his way to George's neck, giving him love bites. George was holding in his moans until Paul started dry-humping him.
He knew this was wrong but he started to like it but little did he knew that Paul was actually conscious.

George was almost at his breaking point but Paul suddenly stopped.
He really wanted more from Paul but he was scared to ask for it.

"We can continue tomorrow, okay?"
Paul said, softly panting.
"But.."
"Shh... I love you, Georgie,"
...
...
...
"I love you too, Paul,"

Paul leaned in and kissed George before the two of them went to sleep.

End of flashback
George went out of the bathroom, now, feeling awkward. He shuffled to the bed and laid next to Paul. Paul was still asleep.

Bzzt..!

It was Paul's phone. George looked at the time on the fancy 'glow in the dark' clock hanged on the wall. It was 3.45 in the morning. Who could be texting him this early?

Out of curiosity, George checked the message. It was from John.

"Macca, you are INSANE but a bet is a bet. Meet me at 10 o'clock sharp, same place"

"A bet?" George thought.
He opened the full conversation and there he saw, his video of Paul just dry-humping him.

"I did the nasty but it's just dry, will that do?"

Tears started forming in George's eyes. This was just a game all along.

"George?"

George turned around. Paul was already awake.
"Why are you crying?" He asked, leaning in and held George by the shoulder .
George didn't answer.
Paul then saw what George was holding. It was his phone. He knew he's fucked.
"George, I'm sorry, okay? I was drunk," Paul was shaking, his hands were starting to get sweaty.
"Really?" George said, with no emotion in his voice.
"Yes, really," Paul answered.
"I wasn't a bet?"
Paul fell into a silence. He didn't know what to answer. George had already saw it all.

"I knew it. I was just a 'fun game',"
George pushed Paul away and put his clothes on.
"George, let me explain-"
George yanked away from Paul "No, no explanation is needed, I've seen it all,"
"FUCK! Just listen to me!"
"I don't need to hear another word from you, Goodbye," George leaves the bedroom and rushed down the stairs, leaving the house.

Paul cursed to himself and runs down the stairs and opens the front door, expecting George to be nearby but there was no sign of him.
Tears started to form in Paul's eyes. He regretted everything he did.

"Tomorrow will be okay...right?"

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