Fics like Streets of Your Town

It's not that he dreams of John, but he dreams of something like him. Dreams of too-loose guitar strings and words sung so fast they slur, dreams of the heat soaking through the back of his shirt, and a mouth set in a sneer. Dreams of greased hair and narrow eyes and beer-soaked words yelled into his ear to be heard over the raucous sounds of the pub, but mostly of music felt in hips and throats before it ever hits ears, the thrum of it a vibration, like movement just beneath a surface, a buzz that finds him in sleep and stays constant in the morning. An invitation - - no. A promise. Something that tells him if he won’t find it, it’ll find him, and when it speaks, it speaks in John’s low, snarling voice, and when he feels it, it feels like John’s breath on the side of his face. - Still reeling from the loss of his mother, Paul meets John in the summer of '57 and suddenly finds himself caught in the weeds between childhood and adulthood.

Fics like Streets of Your Town

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