As a teenager John Paul McQueen had hated mornings, preferring to lie in his bed until the last possible second, stretching out those final moments of slumber before he had to face the start of a new day.
At nearly thirty years old the man that teenager had grown into still hated forcing himself from the comfort of his bed in the mornings, but these days it wasn't sleep that he craved as he lay there.
For eighteen months Craig Dean had shared John Paul's bed, shared his life, and yet every morning as the blonde man awoke it still felt like an impossible dream that two lost loves could have been reunited again and that their love had been proven to be stronger than ever.
John Paul had been barely more than a boy when he had fallen in love with Craig, the dark haired man stumbling into his life and changing it forever. John Paul hadn't known how love felt until he experienced it with Craig, he hadn't known how much love could hurt until he had lost it and he hadn't known how it could survive untended until he had seen Craig again ten years after they had parted.
John Paul watched as Craig slept, the duvet had been pushed down to their waists during the warmth of the night and Craig's firmly toned chest rose and fell with his slow steady breaths. Running one finger lightly over the deep olive skin John Paul smiled as his own pale complexion contrasted sharply against that of his lovers. A perfect yin and yang, two contrasting halves of the same whole, making them both complete. John Paul hadn't even realised he was incomplete until the day he held Craig in his arms again, hadn't known that his life had been built on lies until Craig brought back the truth.
Craig murmured softly in his sleep, his long dark eyelashes fluttering against his soft cheeks as he dreamed of things that John Paul could only imagine.
Letting his hand trail lower John Paul stroked softly over Craig's taught belly, the sight of his sleeping beauty making the younger man bite his lip as he slowly exposed more of his lover's naked flesh.
It didn't matter how many times John Paul saw Craig's body, how many times he touched it or tasted it or made love to it, every time felt new and exciting and at that moment, allowing his eyes to roam freely over Craig's sleeping body, John Paul felt his own flesh responding with desire.
Leaning forward John Paul touched a feather light kiss to Craig's lips, a whisper of a kiss that made the man stir slightly without waking and mumble a soft sigh. John Paul smiled as he dusted Craig's chest with gentle kisses, his lips circling one of the man's nipples, which stood to attention as his tongue tickled over it.
Craig's back arched slightly as a breath of a whimper fell from his lips, making John Paul wonder just how fast asleep his boyfriend really was as his tongue made a slow path down towards Craig's belly.
Easing the duvet back below Craig's thighs John Paul saw that, conscious or not, a part of Craig's anatomy was now fully awake and looking in growing need of attention.
Scraping his nails lightly over the soft skin on the inside of Craig's thighs John Paul watched Craig's cock twitch in response to his touch as it grew rapidly firmer, standing out from its soft dark nest of pubic hair with the first drops of precum already glistening at its tip.
Casting his gaze back towards Craig's face John Paul saw that the man's eyes were still closed, albeit less tightly than they had been and his lips were parted slightly as his breath came out in soft pants.
John Paul smiled as he blew a warm stream of hot air along the length of his "sleeping" boyfriend's cock before touching his tongue to its tip, an action that elicited an audible gasp from Craig. Circling his tongue around the head of Craig's cock John Paul lapped up the droplets of precum before sweeping his tongue along the length of Craig's fully engorged erection, from tip to base and back again to the sounds of a deep growl that rumbled in Craig's throat.
There was no denying that John Paul's attentions had now woken his lover but somehow the pretence that Craig was still sleeping, and therefore completely at his mercy, seemed to make the situation feel all the more erotic.
Probing the tip of his tongue into the sensitive slit at the head of Craig's cock made the dark haired man shudder with pleasure and John Paul could almost hear Craig begging John Paul to suck him, but he couldn't, because he was "asleep."
Gripping onto the shaft of Craig's cock John Paul slowly eased back the foreskin to expose its darkly purpled swollen head, which was gently taken between his lips like a favourite brand of lollipop and sucked and licked just as keenly as any greedy child would consume a confectionary.
Craig's fingers curled into the soft white sheets beneath him as John Paul's mouth opened wider to devour even more of his length.
Craig's breathing grew more ragged and agitated the harder that John Paul sucked, his hips raising up from the bed to push his cock deeper into John Paul's throat with an urgent need for satisfaction.
John Paul wrapped his tongue around the thickness that filled his mouth, his saliva coating the length of Craig's cock as he bobbed up and down on it, making it throb heavily as its salty essence was coaxed from it to trickle down John Paul's throat.
Craig cried out as his body began to shudder, his pretence at sleeping completely abandoned as his fingers sank into John Paul's hair, gripping it tightly as he came, his cock shooting rivers of heat into John Paul's mouth until his body came to a quivering rest.
Licking his lips as he let Craig's sated cock fall from his mouth John Paul smiled, his hands on each side of the man's body as he made his way back towards the head of the bed.
Craig's rich brown eyes were open and they stared at John Paul with adoration as the blonde man brought his mouth to Craig's soft lips and kissed him with a hungry passion. Craig stroked his hands over John Paul's broad back as they kissed, the hardness of John Paul's neglected cock pushing into Craig's belly making the younger man moan as the pressure of their bodies caused a delicious friction against it.
Pushing his hand between them Craig wrapped his fingers around John Paul's erection, stroking it slowly but firmly as their kiss intensified, their tongues dancing within the heat of their mouths, sharing a taste that was unique to the two of them.
John Paul groaned as Craig's grip tightened, his strokes going faster in response to the sounds of pleasure coming from his lover's mouth before being consumed by their kiss.
"Oh god…" John Paul panted, breaking contact with Craig's lips as the first wash of his orgasm hit. With his free hand Craig pulled John Paul's head back to him, kissing the younger man deeply as he masturbated him faster until John Paul's body trembled and the heat of his climax splattered against the men's belly's leaving him breathless and satisfied.
"Good morning," John Paul said with a throaty laugh.
"It certainly is," Craig agreed, "You can wake me up like that anytime!"
"Well I figured I had to make it up to you," John Paul said with a sad smile as he moved to Craig's side and pulled the man tightly into his arms.
Craig sighed as he remembered what day it was.
"I can't believe you have to work on a Saturday… any Saturday… but especially not this Saturday," he said dejectedly.
"I know, I'm sorry… if I could get out of it I would… you know that right?"
"I know, it's just…" Craig shrugged sadly. Craig had been planning the weekend away for the past two months, everything was booked and they had both been looking forward to getting out of bustle of Manchester's city streets for a relaxing couple of days in the country. Unfortunately the plans were dashed only a couple of days earlier when John Paul had been informed that his presence was required in the office that Saturday and, try as he might, there was no one else available to cover for him.
"We'll go another time," John Paul promised as he kissed his husband's lips tenderly. He hated letting Craig down this way, hated seeing the look of disappointment glistening in the man's rich brown eyes as Craig watched all of his careful planning come to nothing.
"It was gonna be amazing," Craig grumbled quietly, his mouth in a pout that would have looked comical if his eyes hadn't been so sad.
"I'll make it up to you," John Paul said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah…"
"How?"
"Anyway you want…"
Craig laughed, a low deep rumble in his throat. "Well you could try some more of that waking me up stuff!"
John Paul joined in with Craig's rich laughter, his hands already stroking the curve of the man's sides until his gaze caught a glimpse of the bedside clock.
"Shit," he said as he pulled away from his boyfriend and clambered from the bed.
"What?"
"I'm gonna have to get going soon…"
"What am I gonna do all day?" Craig asked pitifully.
"Well you could wait there till I get home again!" John Paul teased.
"Yeah right," Craig replied as he grabbed a pillow and threw it at the blonde man's head.
Pulling on his dressing gown Craig padded barefoot to the kitchen to fill the kettle as John Paul grabbed a quick shower before dressing. Stopping at the door Craig picked up the mail, flicking through the envelopes as he waited for the kettle to boil.
His eyes glanced over a familiar array of bills and junk mail until reaching one small white envelope that stood out from the rest and bore Craig's name and address in a neat stylised handwriting. Not recognising the writing Craig quickly tore open the envelope to read the short letter inside.
"Anything interesting in the post?" John Paul asked as he entered the kitchen, straightening his tie as he approached the kitchen table.
"Nah nothing," Craig replied crumpling up the letter in his hand, "Just bills and junk, the usual stuff…"
"Typical!" John Paul replied as he turned his attention to the boiling kettle.
"Yeah," Craig agreed as he considered the letter he was holding tightly in his fist. Nothing unusual about that day's post.
John Paul twirled his pen in his fingers while absent-mindedly looking around the meeting table at his colleagues.
Normally they were a group of people that John Paul respected, liked even, but on a late Saturday afternoon they were just the people who were keeping him away from Craig. They were the reason he was sat in a boring meeting when he could have been snuggled up in a cottage with the man he loved enjoying a well-deserved break.
Letting his eyes wander to the large window John Paul inwardly grimaced as he noticed the early autumn sun beginning to set. The sky was turning into a multitude of golden colours, blended expertly together as if on some artist's palette, and painting the fading daylight with a magical glow. It would have been a beautiful sunset to watch from the window of the cottage that Craig had booked, or from the bed.
John Paul sighed. Was the meeting never going to end so that he could go home?
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Craig flicked idly through a hundred television channels, without registering a single show or even caring what was on. But rather he let the sights and sounds wash over him in a futile attempt at providing himself with some form of distraction.
He had been sat slumped in the armchair for most of the day. His mood alternating between grumpy, annoyed and worried depending on where he allowed his mind to wander next.
With a sigh Craig pulled his dressing gown tighter around him. He hadn't bothered dressing after John Paul had left. There didn't seem much point now that he had no plans for the weekend, not that his original plans had involved much clothing anyway.
A rustle of paper from his pocket caught Craig's attention and he reached in to fish out the letter he had stuffed in there earlier. He had tried to forget the missive that had arrived with the morning post but in reality had re-read the words over and over in is mind as he sat waiting for John Paul to come home.
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"John Paul? John Paul what do you think?"
John Paul looked up from the surface of the table at the sound of his name. His mind had been wandering and it took a second for him to be able to focus on the person who had just addressed him.
He felt a sudden panic as all eyes at the meeting turned to him him, waiting for the answer to a question that he hadn't heard. In truth he hadn't been paying much attention for the last half hour but had, instead, indulged himself in replaying the mornings wake up call that he had given Craig.
"Erm… I…" John Paul stammered, hoping that his face wasn't too flushed and grateful that the tabletop was providing cover for the effect that thinking about Craig had had on his groin. "I think it's, errr, worth considering," John Paul said nervously. "But at the same time we don't want to be rushing into anything without fully investigating all of the possibilities and exposing any drawbacks that haven't been considered yet."
John Paul held his breath as he waited for his words to be revealed as utter nonsense.
"That's exactly what I was saying," a dark haired man from the other side of the table said, causing nods and sounds of agreement from most of John Paul's colleagues.
John Paul let out his breath in a relieved sigh and prayed that the meeting would soon be over because, even as he sat and tried to listen to what was being said, his mind was already turning to the ways he could make it up to Craig for spoiling their weekend plans.
-
Smoothing out the paper Craig read the letter again. Very few words were written on the plain white notepaper. The writing was neat and stylised, simple block capitals that were pressed firmly onto the paper's surface, as if the author didn't want to be identified by their handwriting. And the lack of a name at the end reinforced that obvious desire for anonymity.
Craig let his fingers trace the words, slowly repeating them over and over in his mind in an attempt to understand them. An attempt that failed completely because if he understood them, or worse if he believed them… Craig shook his head. It was nonsense, surely someone's sick idea of a joke and the sooner he put it behind him the better.
Taking one last look at the letter in his hands Craig made a decision and slowly tore paper into strips, and then those strips into smaller and smaller pieces until the remnants were the size of tiny pieces of confetti that Craig deposited in the kitchen bin with a vow never to think of it again. Never.
With a sigh he fell back into the armchair and once again resumed his channel surfing, hoping that the audio-visual distraction would make the time pass faster and bring John Paul back home.
Glancing towards the window Craig grimaced. The daylight had all but faded from the sky, pulling with it the days colours and leaving the world several muted shades of greys and blues. Half of the weekend was almost gone and Craig had spent it on his own brooding. He silently prayed for John Paul to get home soon whilst, at the same time, pointedly not thinking about the torn up letter that was lying in shreds in the other room.
"Honey I'm home!" John Paul called out playfully as he closed the front door, shutting the rest of the world outside with no intentions of even thinking about anything other than Craig until at least Monday.
Craig couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto his face but he kept his attention firmly fixed on the TV as John Paul entered the room, feigning interest in a film that he couldn't have so much as named.
"Sorry I'm late," John Paul said as he dropped his jacket on the back of the sofa and bent down next to the armchair to kiss Craig's cheek.
"Hmm," Craig mumbled without looking up.
"Good film?" John Paul asked as he crouched beside the chair and ran his fingers lightly through Craig's hair. Craig had worn his hair cut short when John Paul had first known him as a boy, but when they met again years later it had been left to grow until it curled softly against his collar, and John Paul had discovered that he much preferred it that way. A few months earlier Craig had announced his intentions of getting it cut short again but the blonde man had quickly dissuaded him from the idea.
"Mmm," Craig mumbled again in response to John Paul's question.
"You're still angry at me for spoiling the weekend aren't you?"
"No…"
"You sure?"
John Paul stroked Craig's hair gently, twisting its ends around his fingers as he spoke before letting the soft locks fall back against Craig's neck.
"Cause you know I didn't have a choice… what with this proposed take over and everything… anyone who doesn't look committed to the Company is likely to be the first out…"
"Yeah I know," Craig replied with a half smile as John Paul continued to tease his hair gently.
"But it didn't stop me thinking about you," John Paul said as he leant forward so that the heat of his breath tickled against Craig's cheek.
"Yeah?"
"I was thinking about how I could make it up to you for being out all day…"
"And?"
"Well first I thought I could run you a big deep bubble bath…"
"Right?"
"And then…"
Brushing Craig's hair back from his neck John Paul kissed the exposed skin lightly, his tongue tickling over the bare flesh before biting it in a way that was guaranteed to make Craig moan and shiver with pleasure.
"And then what?" Craig asked in a slightly shaky voice as the pressure of John Paul's kisses and bites against his neck intensified.
"Oh I thought that was obvious," John Paul breathed into Craig's ear, "then I thought maybe you'd like to fuck me in it?"
Craig closed his eyes and moaned as John Paul's teeth sank deeply into his flesh, his toes curled into the carpet and all thoughts left his mind apart from the one that saw John Paul naked and soapy in the bathtub.
"Get that bath run…" Craig groaned breathlessly. "Now!"
Craig lay back in the hot water and sighed contentedly. Soft fragrant bubbles floated on the surface of the water, hiding all but the top of his chest from view. One arm hung over the side of the bathtub, a glass of chilled wine clutched in his hand, which he sipped from as he watched John Paul slowly peeling away his work clothes.
Loosening his tie John Paul pulled it over his head and let it drop to the floor, kicking off his shoes.
With a darkly lustful smile he slowly, very slowly, slipped open the buttons of his crisp white shirt, exposing his bare chest beneath inch by inch as Craig watched silently, his tongue licking over his lips in a subconscious act as more of John Paul's naked flesh was revealed.
With all the buttons unfastened John Paul eased the shirt from his shoulders and let it tumble to his feet. He smiled as he brushed his palms over his chest, his nipples hardening at the touch but also at the look of desire in Craig's rich brown eyes. They glistened like melted chocolate as they poured over every inch of John Paul's milky torso.
John Paul's belt buckle jangled as he slipped it open and pulling it from his trousers, quickly threw it down to join his shirt on the bathroom floor.
Craig sipped at his wine again, the cold liquid trickling pleasantly down his throat in stark contrast to the heat of his bath, as he watched John Paul's fingers slip open the button at the top of his trousers, lower the zip, and then ease the black fabric down over his hips.
John Paul's thumbs caught in the waist band of his boxers and they joined in the downward progression of his trousers, revealing, inch by tantalising inch, the sight of his now fully engorged cock, which was pulled back from John Paul's body by the motion of his clothing before slapping firmly up against his belly.
Kicking the remainder of his clothing away stood motionless for a moment in his full naked glory, enjoying the feeling of Craig's eyes devouring his body. Turning his back on the bathtub John Paul bent over to grab a second wine glass from where he had placed it on the floor and filled it with the golden liquid. He paused for a moment, his buttocks raised high for Craig's inspection while his cock and balls hung low and heavy between his thighs, making the older man's teeth rattle against his glass as he watched.
With a satisfied smile John Paul righted himself and, taking a sip of wine, he stepped into the hot soapy water.
John Paul winced slightly as the hot water quickly turned his pale skin pink, Craig always preferred his bath water far hotter that John Paul liked but rather than reach for the cold tap as he normally would John Paul simply took a moment for his body to adjust to the temperature as he lowered himself into the water and finally sat down in the tub between Craig's outstretched legs, his back coming to rest against Craig's firm chest.
The men sat in a comfortable silence for a while, sipping at their wine as the hot water and bubbles slapped around their bodies with every slight movement. John Paul could feel Craig's thick cock pressed into his back and he wriggled against it, making the older man sigh with a gentle pleasure.
"So is the first part of me making this up to you going OK?" John Paul asked, tilting his head back and turning his face so that he could look into Craig's dark eyes.
"It's alright," Craig replied with a grin. Leaning his face forward he pressed his mouth to John Paul's lips. The younger man's face was damp with the steam from the bath as Craig kissed him hard, their lips parting and tongues gravitating towards each other of their own accord, sharing the sweet taste of wine and of each other.
"I'm sure there was more to it though," Craig breathed as John Paul pulled back from his kiss.
"Was there?" John Paul teased, taking Craig's wine glass from his hand and placing them both down on the floor. "Can't say I remember…"
John Paul lay back against Craig's chest with a small giggle, a giggle that became a gasp as Craig's hands reached around his body, one massaging soap into his chest while the other wrapped around the length of his cock beneath the bubbles, easing his foreskin back so that its sensitive tip was exposed to the hot water.
"This ringing any bells?" Craig asked as he nibbled gently at John Paul's moist neck, his grip around the man's cock tightening as his hand moved slowly up and down, a sensation heightened by the motion of the water as it moved.
"Maybe…" John Paul gasped. He had never known how Craig's touch could reduce him to a state of complete desire within seconds, but it wasn't something that he ever wanted to stop because nothing made him feel quite so alive as being touched by Craig, as being loved by him.
Reaching one hand behind him John Paul stroked Craig's cock gently, rocking himself back slightly until its length became nestled between his soft buttocks. Craig moaned quietly as John Paul raised and then lowered himself several times, the friction of his buttocks against Craig's cock making the man tremble with passion and desire, a desire that intensified as the head of his cock brushed past John Paul's tight opening for a second, teasing him with promises of how good it would feel to be inside.
"I'm pretty sure," Craig breathed into John Paul's ear, "That it had something to do with me giving you a good hard fucking…"
"Did it?" John Paul gulped as Craig thrust his hips forward slightly making the head of his cock stab at his tight hole.
"Yeah it was definitely that," Craig continued with a throaty laugh.
"Then maybe you should… oh fuck!" John Paul's words were lost in a growl as Craig's thumb suddenly penetrated him, twisting and turning as it went deeper, stretching and pleasuring him and making him want more.
"Lean forward," Craig instructed.
With a shuffle and sloshing of water, some of which went over the edge of the tub and refilled the wine glasses, John Paul moved onto his knees and rested his hands against the rim of the bath.
Craig stroked his hands over John Paul's buttocks, which glistened with the soapy water that clung to the milky flesh, his fingers slipping between to push inside that tight opening once more.
Both men groaned as first one, then two, of Craig's fingers delved deeply into John Paul's hot body, making them both tremble with anticipation.
Unable to wait another second Craig quickly directed his cock towards John Paul's twitching hole and pushed forward. He savoured the initial resistance of the tight ring of muscle that quickly relented to his presence and allowed him entrance to the heat of John Paul's tight flesh.
"Oh fuck!" Craig moaned as John Paul's body devoured him inch by delicious inch until his cock was fully engulfed by a heat far more intense than that of the bath water.
"Oh god Craig," John Paul panted as Craig began a slowly deliberate thrusting inside him, pulling his cock out almost to the tip before pushing slowly back inside.
"You feel so good," Craig murmured, gripping John Paul's hips tightly, the speed of his thrusts increasing in time with his growing desire.
"Fuck Craig yes…" John Paul moaned as the thickness of Craig's hard cock plunged deep inside him over and over again, grazing at his prostate in a way that made his whole body tremble and the pressure in his balls increase substantially.
Lifting one hand from the edge of the bath John Paul took a firm hold of his throbbing cock and stroked it in time with the thrust of Craig's cock inside him.
The water sloshed around the men as their pants and moans mingled with the steam to fill the room completely.
Lowering his mouth to John Paul's neck and wrapping both arms around his middle Craig bit down hard against the soft white skin and held the man close to his body as he thrust his hips harder and faster.
John Paul moaned as Craig's teeth sank into his flesh and his hard cock pounded deep inside him. Both men knew that their pleasure wouldn't last much longer and they were more than willing to give themselves over to it completely.
"Fuck me hard Craig," John Paul snarled, his hand stroking his own cock faster and faster, "Fuck me harder… I want to feel you come inside me…"
"Oh Christ John Paul…" Craig gasped as his cock throbbed heavily and threatened, or was that promised, total release at any second.
Craig's whole body shook as his climax gripped him, his cock shooting load after load of hot desire deep inside John Paul's hungry body.
John Paul cried out loudly as he reached his own pleasure point only seconds after Craig, his cock convulsing as his satisfaction poured from him and his body contracting around Craig's cock, milking it of every last drop of lust.
The men were frozen in an erotic tableau for a moment as their racing hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal.
"Oh my god," Craig panted as he collapsed back into the cooling bathwater.
Falling back against Craig's body John Paul reached over the edge of the tub to retrieve their drinks and laughed as he saw the bubbly liquid that now filled their wine glasses.
"I think we need fresh wine," he said with a laugh as he hauled himself out of the water and wrapped a large white towel around his body.
"Let's have it in the bedroom," Craig suggested, "this water's getting cold now anyway."
Ten minutes later the two lovers were curled up in the comfort of their bed, exchanging soft kisses between sips of wine.
"So am I forgiven for today?" John Paul asked.
"I guess so…"
"I am sorry that work is such a pain right now you know…"
"I know…"
"Good… Oh and Craig…"
"Yeah?"
"I'm really sorry but it looks like I'm going to have to work late again on Tuesday, I don't want to but you know how it is."
John Paul kissed the top of Craig head softly. He hated being away from the man he loved so much but right now there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
"That's OK," Craig replied with a sigh.
And he didn't for one second let his mind wander back to the letter that was still sitting in the kitchen bin. Not for one second.