The Beatles Are Bigger Than Jesus

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Lennon/Harrison

Summary: John is depressed that all the fans hate The Beatles and George tries to help.

Disclaimer: This is gonna be sad and sexy omfgsjsdkl
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"The Beatles are bigger than Jesus" Said by Lennon.
The American fans were outraged.. Burning records, ripping books, destroying everything of The Beatles they owned. The fans would go buy Beatles merchandise to take to the Barbeque, an event where they set all the stuff on fire.
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John was in his room, sighing softly. His eyes were red. He looked awful as he sipped his alcohol in complete silence. George came in and John slipped on his black shades, covering his eyes from the embarrassment of one of his band mates knowing he was crying his eyes out.

"'ey Johnny. Yeh want to go to the barbeque? They 'ave some burning Beatles. Must be yummy." George laughed at his own joke but John wasn't amused. John stayed quiet. Too quiet.

"Johnny.. Wha's eatin' yeh?" He quickly removed John's glasses but before John could react, they were off. The younger man quickly saw the older man's eyes before he turned away to look to the dark section of the room where the light bulb was burned out. George pulled the other man's face to look at his. His eyes, red and glossy. His lips, chap and sore. His hair, messed up and tangled. And his beautiful skin, bumpy and unshaved.

"Oh, no.. Yeh aren't sad about the fans... a..are yeh??" George felt ashamed of the joke he made earlier and John took his glasses back from the other man, putting them on quickly.

"No.. Just.. Just been smokin'.. Why would I be bothered? tis their money they're wastin. Plus, we get more money"
George looked at John seriously.

"Alright.. Alright.. I admit, I am sad. Should 'ave kept me big mouth shut. Damn Americans.. Only the Brits are smart enough to realize it was a conversation not an insult. We nevah should 'ave visited stupid America.. Dumb gits.."

George sighed softly and placed a kiss on John's chapped lips.

"Johnny.. please take care of yerself.. let's go get yeh fixed up. When was yer last shower?"

"Yeh act like I remember...." He hissed at George but George just dragged him to the bathroom and removed his clothes. He shoved him in the shower.

"Take a shower and I'll fix yeh up after wards.."

George left the room and John proceeded to take a shower, cleaning every part of his body, sadly. George came in after John was done. He put a pink soft towel around his waist. John was pulled into the room and thrown on the chair.

"Alright.. Let me fix yeh up.. I remember 'ow to do this.." He grabbed his comb and started combing through John's tangled hair, taking all the tangles out. His hair was finally soft and George blow dried it. He quickly got a shaver and shaved John's face.

"Yeh forgot to shave me pubes" John laughed and George removed the towel, doing so. The man sitting was shocked that he listened "Good Boy" George blew the little black hairs off of John's legs and the chair onto the floor. George straddled John and put a face cleanser on him. He wiped the cleanser off afterwards.

"There! I brought you clothes." He handed John the clothes but John threw them on the floor and pushed George onto the bed slowly. The younger man squirmed under the older man, biting his lip softly. John kissed George. He pulled away and removed the young guitarists tight pants and boxers quickly. He kissed down the younger man's chest and body. George laid back and moaned softly. John finally got to George's tight hole and licked it, lubing it up with his warm saliva. George moaned loudly as John rubbed the saliva around his hole and slipped his index finger deep inside of George, lubing his insides. George whined when John pulled out but then he filled George's hole with his long hard cock. George's eyes closed shut, already moving his hips even though John hadn't started yet.

"Oh, Georgie. Yeh little randy Beatle." He started moving slowly inside of George. George moaned softly in pain. John kissed George's chest then started moving faster, stroking his cock. He pounded inside of George. George yelled and groaned, pulling John close and kissing his lips hungrily. He slipped his tongue inside of John's wet warm mouth and let it explore quickly. John sucked his little tongue hard as he moved his hips quicker and quicker with each turn on George did for him. George finally came all over John's hand and John came deep inside of George, collapsing on top of his lover. They were both sweaty and warm.

"Yeh don't need fans when we 'ave each other, lovely." George whispered to the man on top of him. John smiled and kissed his lover. "Yer right.. And no one needs to know..." They later fell asleep together.
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Years later, John was gone and George went into a depression. He set his guitar down and cried for hours and hours. George made a concert tribute for John and smiled when all the fans cheered. He realized, without John, he did need his fans. His fans brought the memory of John back. They cheered George up. He loved his fans, and he knew his music wouldn't be so great with out them. He kept his love life a secret. He knew, one day, he'd be back with his lover.
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