Favourite Jeans
Category: Hollyoaks
Characters: John Paul and Kieron
Summary: There are none of these so I'm gonna start writing some little ficlets about JP and Kieron. In this, Kieron will never die, so Niall is still almost nice and none of the McQueens die. Enjoy.
Rating: T
Author's Note: This one is set before Mira finds out and the boys get the flat to themselves. This isn't exactly rated T or M its kinda T+ but not enough to be considered M but please note it's about PG-13 okay?
My palms were cold on his warm, bare chest as I pushed him inside the empty living area. How could I have ever doubted this man? He cared for me and I cared for him more than anyone else. More than Spike or Craig or Hannah, I trusted him with my life. His lips were warm against my own, against my neck, my wrists, I felt him everywhere and I loved it. I loved him near me and couldn't stand to be apart from him. He removed my shirt and tossed it to the floor exploring the new skin with his fingertips but still holding me to him. He broke away ever-so slightly.
"John Paul..." He whispered on my lips his breath now coming in gasps. I forced my lips onto his listening to the moans that we both created as our tongues and fingers explored every part of each other's bodies. This could have continued forever; both of us fully happy with this and not going any further. That's what I loved about him; the way he never pressurised me or wanted more than I gave him. His lips slipped from mine and down my jaw line, he traced sweet kisses until he found that spot on my neck that made my toes curl just thinking about it.
"Kieron." I moan holding his head to my neck, "Don't stop." I run my fingers through his short black hair teasing him before pulling him back sharply.
"I thought you said don't stop?" Kieron laughs picking up my shirt before grabbing my hand and leading me towards his bedroom.
"I know. I just felt like I was kinda using you. It's your turn now." I smile suggestively and he lies on the bed resting his head on one of the pillows. His hand grabs at the other pillow and throws it at me playfully. I chuck it back at him but he dodges it and gives me a smile. I crawled up the bed so that our lips are close enough to feel his breath on them. I flick my tongue out and teasingly taste his bottom lip but don't go in for a kiss that would be giving up too easily. I watch him sigh as I sit up on my heels and watch his lust filled eyes flutter shut.
"You know, John Paul, I don't need sex to satisfy me as long as I fall asleep next to you then I'm happy." He opens one eye cheekily and adds, "But it does make it more fun." I give him a punch on the arm but he grabs my wrist and pulls me down next to him climbing up over me. Its different and I like that for once he's in charge and not me. I watch as his lips come down to mine slowly and he stops just above them like I had just done. "Would you like a kiss?"
"Yes." I gasp and I realise I've been holding my breath waiting for his lips to come down to mine. Finally they do and I relax letting me tongue beg for entry and be granted permission to do so.
After a few minutes of this Kieron's hands start to wander. I smile as they reach the waistband of my jeans. My favourite jeans. The ones that Kieron says I look very sexy in. I let out a laugh and Kieron pulls away startled, believing he has done something wrong.
"What's the matter?" He asks nervously.
"I'm wearing your favourite jeans." I smile leaning up to capture his lips again.
"I know and I appreciate that very much." He replies before we kiss again.