I've been kind of under the weather lately... so this is drawn a bit from that. It's super tame, lol. Weird aye? Anyroad, hope you like x]

Lovesick

John climbed through Paul’s window and smiled weakly at his younger friend. He slid in beside him and was immediately snuggled against, Paul’s weak grasp on his shirt and his forehead rubbing against John’s shoulder.

When John heard that Paul was ill, he waited for Mimi to fall asleep and immediately snuck out to be with him. Paul, knowing John would do just that, kept his window cracked. He felt like shit, really. He couldn’t breathe out his nose, and his throat felt like it as on fire, but he knew John’s presence alone would do wonders for him. And he was right.

“Are you feeling okay, love?” John asked and pressed his hand to Paul’s forehead. The latter started shivering at the cold touch, so John pulled his hand away, concerned.

“Not really…better now though, thanks for coming.” Paul smiled and pulled back from his friend a bit.

“C’mon, Paulie, don’t shy away. Johnny’s here to help.” John said innocently, smoothing back Paul’s fringe and kissing his burning forehead.

“I don’t want you catchin’ this. It sucks arse…” Paul mumbled and tried pulling further away, but John stopped him and pulled him against him, lifting up his chin and forcing their eyes to meet.

“I have a top-notch immune system, Macca. Don’t worry about me. Just concentrate on getting better.”

“No John, if I’m all snuggling up on you, you’ going to be going through this same hell in a few days.” Paul looked up into John’s face, trying to give off an adamant expression, but it was weak with fatigue. John smiled and brought his lips to Paul’s, kissing him fully but slow and sweet. When they broke apart, Paul’s face was painted with confusion.

“Now if I get sick, I get sick, and there’s nothing else either of us can do. So it doesn’t matter if I hold you. That is, if you want me to.” John smiled down at him, knowingly. Paul smiled widely but with a disbelieving smirk. When John Lennon wanted something, he got it.

“I love you, you daft git.” Paul said. He kissed John’s cheek and resumed his place clinging to John’s side. John wrapped an arm around lover and stroked his back until they both fell asleep.

AW!
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That's the cutest thing ever[:

This is actually based on...something...lmao. Something created by my mind in the night times whilst lying in bed XD

You must tell me about this something sometime.
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