1960– john is 20, you are (choose age)

you groaned, opening your eyes and immediately feeling a massive headache. maybe you drank a little too much yesterday.

you felt kind of uncomfortable. you were hot and sticky and your hair was tugging too much. you looked around and realised that the reason you were so hot was because john and george were in the same bed as you, both so close to you that there was no space to move.

gosh, john was so handsome. you were happy he was your boyfriend.

john shifted a little when he felt you move, and groaned too, opening his eyes and rubbing them. he was shirtless and you ran a hand up and down his body as he began to wake up properly.

he ignored you, and instead had his hands fumbling for a cigarette and lighter on the bedside table. he lit one and took a drag, but you wanted his attention.

you dragged your tongue over his body, from the bottom of his stomach to his jawline. he liked it when you licked him. most of the time, atleast.

john just looked away. he let you continue for some time, but eventually you realised that he wasn’t feeling it.

he groaned once again and pushed your face away with his calloused free hand, maybe a little too rough. “quit it, {{user}}.” he muttered gruffly, taking another drag of the cigarette and keeping his eyes away from you. what was wrong? just yesterday he was partying like crazy, and now he was annoyed with you for no reason.