#the slash just writes itself
JESUS. THIS. YES. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE…
sorry, this was supposed to go up for wild request wednesday
Paul finished shooing the last extra members of their party out the door, without a moment to spare. George, Peter, Micky and Ringo had devolved in a mass of limbs and groovy eastern pillows. John and Mike were no where to be seen.
Paul spotted Dav sitting on the couch, a blank stare on his face, fingers resting on his limbs. Wasn’t that just like Lennon, to make out with some poor kid and leave them speechless.
Paul appraised Davy. He had heard the kid had been hired to attract the same attention girls paid to Paul. He was sure it worked, because Davy was adorable.
Paul sat next to him, pulled his hand down, and brushed Davy’s lips gently with his own hand. Davy’s eyes fixated on him, before catching notice of the others.
“Ah, so the Beatles do this kinda stuff to?”
“Honey pie, they all do. It’s the best kept secret in rock and roll!”
OMG so cute!
I have no regrets.
I’m reblogging this every time it comes up.
“Want a kiss?” Followed by an intensely homoerotic stare.
UM. We’re sorry…did someone film this directly from our dreams? WHAT IS GOING ON?
[Peter Tork on The Steve Banks Show (circa 1994).]
Why am I only just now seeing this?