"You still owe me dessert."
John Paul smiled as he read the text message.
"You'd better come and collect it then," he sent back.
Sitting alone in the living room of the McQueen house John Paul was pulled from his reverie by an unexpected knock at the door.
As he answered the knock John Paul couldn't help but smile at the sight of Spike standing before him with his phone in his hand.
"Would now be a good time?" Spike slipped his phone into his pocket with a grin before moving forward to pull John Paul forcefully into his arms, pressing a fierce kiss against his mouth as he walked him slowly backwards into the house and kicking the door closed behind him.
John Paul felt his body respond instantly to Spike's urgent touch, a mixture of desire and guilt coursing through his veins.
It was only yesterday that he had held Craig like that, kissed Craig like that. It was only yesterday that he had taken Craig into his bed and yet here he was less than 24 hours later in the arms of another man, the man he was supposed to be in a relationship with. John Paul couldn't help but wonder what kind of a person he was to be able to treat Spike so badly. Was what he had with Craig worth such a betrayal?
As Spike's hands moved over John Paul's back, his fingers gripping onto his buttocks, all thoughts of guilt were pushed from John Paul's mind, replaced by a lust that Spike's frantic kiss ignited.
There was a desperate hunger in Spike that excited John Paul as hands began to tear at his clothes reaching for the naked flesh beneath.
John Paul broke away from the kiss, panting and flushed as Spike began to tug at his belt.
"We should really take this upstairs," he gasped, "Anyone could walk in."
Reluctantly Spike nodded his agreement and, taking a firm hold of John Paul's hand, he led the way upstairs.
No sooner had John Paul closed his bedroom door than Spike turned to him and pushed him back hard against the cool wood.
Any words of complaint were lost as Spike's mouth covered John Paul's parted lips, his tongue pushing its way into that hot opening.
John Paul's arms snaked around Spike's body holding him tightly and welcoming the craving in his kiss, feeling such a desire from this man was making John Paul's head spin.
Spike ran his hands over John Paul's shoulders, trailing them along the length of his arms, pulling them away from the embrace that was holding him he stretched them high above John Paul's head, pinning them in place with one strong hand.
Spike's kiss deepened as he pressed his body into John Paul's grinding himself against the growing hardness before him, drinking in the sounds of pleasure growling in John Paul's throat.
With his free hand Spike quickly found it's way into John Paul's jeans gripping tightly onto the firm erection he found there causing John Paul's growls to grow deeper and louder.
Relaxing his grip on John Paul's wrists Spike leaned against John Paul's ear whispering into it.
"Turn around."
John Paul complied without question as his desire for Spike's touch burned deep inside him.
Once he was facing the door Spike again tightened his grip on the arms held firm above John Paul's head before easing John Paul's trousers and boxer shorts down over his hips.
Spike pressed the weight of his body against John Paul, pinning him tightly against the door with barely room to breathe.
John Paul felt a movement behind him as Spike quickly undid his trousers before hardness of his cock pressed against John Paul's naked behind.
Spike slid his finger into his mouth to wet it before pushing it forcefully inside John Paul.
John Paul cried out at the sudden rough intrusion, but instead of ceasing his actions Spike pushed his finger in deeper with more aggression, pulling another cry of pain from John Paul.
John Paul was gripped by a sudden unexpected fear as he felt Spike's breath hot against his ear.
He breathed a momentary sigh of relief, as it seemed that Spike realised what he was doing and slowly removed his finger from John Paul's body.
But John Paul's relief was only short lived as seconds later he felt the head of Spike's swollen cock resting against his opening.
He could hear Spike panting in his ear and when he spoke Spike's words chilled him to the core.
"So exactly how long have you been fucking Craig behind my back?" Spike's words were harsh and cold as he spat them at John Paul.
"I don't know what…" John Paul's lie was lost in a cry of pain as Spike rammed himself deep inside his body.
"Don't even bother trying to deny it," Spike snarled, "I would hope I at least deserve some honestly."
"It's not how you think," John Paul said tears of pain and fear beginning to trickle over his cheeks.
"Did you let him fuck you like this?" Spike punctuated each word with an angry thrust of his hips tearing into John Paul.
"Spike… please…" John Paul's voice shook with anguish but Spike took no pity as he pushed himself hard and fast into the trembling body in his grip.
"Or maybe he let you into his virgin little hole, is that how it worked?"
John Paul strained to break free of Spike's hold but each struggle just made the man hold him tighter and hammer harder into his tender flesh.
Tears were flowing freely over John Paul's cheeks as he felt his body being abused so brutally by someone who until recently had only ever touched him with tenderness.
"You make me sick," Spike's breathing was heavy as he spoken until, with a loud grunt, John Paul felt the body behind him tense as Spike came, spilling deep inside John Paul's violated body.
Spike instantly released John Paul from his grip and watched with a blank expression as he sank to the floor.
Quickly fastening his trousers Spike looked down at the broken form before him with no pity.
"Get out of my way," he said pulling at the door and pushing John Paul aside, "I can't bare to look at you for another second."
Leaving John Paul on the floor trying to pull up his jeans with shaking hands Spike left the bedroom and headed down the stairs.
He paused for a moment at the front door a sudden wave of guilt washing over him. How could he have done such a thing to John Paul? How could he have so easily hurt that gentle boy he had begun to fall in love with?
He turned his head for a moment looking back up the stairs but he already knew it was too late to return.
Opening the door Spike was startled to see Craig, his hand raised as if about to knock.
Craig, the person who John Paul had taken to his bed without a thought. Craig, the person that John Paul had betrayed him with so easily.
All of the rage returned to Spike in an instant as he shouldered Craig out of the way to get past him and leave the house.
"He's all yours," Spike spat out venom dripping from his voice, "and you're welcome to him."
Spike marched away from a confused looking Craig without a backward glance.
Entering the house with a worried frown Craig called out John Paul's name. Getting no answer from the downstairs he made his way to John Paul's bedroom.
The sight he found there tore at Craig's heart.
Hunched up on his bed with his knees tucked tightly under his chin and his arms hugging his legs close to his chest sat the weeping form of John Paul.
"What's happened?" Craig whispered as John Paul turned his tearstained face towards him.
"Spike… he…" John Paul's shoulders shook with renewed sobs as he buried his face into his knees.
Craig moved nervously over to the bed and sat tentatively next to the tormented figure of his friend.
He reached out a hand to place it gently on John Paul's arm, surprised as John Paul flinched away from his touch.
"Has he hurt you?" Craig winced at his own question with the obvious answer sat shaking before him.
"He guessed… about us," John Paul's words came out in gulps as he spoke between sobs, "He just went mad and he …" John Paul closed his eyes and couldn't finish the sentence.
Craig's jaw dropped with the realisation of John Paul's unspoken words and the sudden knowledge that it was much more than simple physical violence that had been inflicted upon his friend.
"John Paul, I'm so sorry," Craig could hardly speak as the grief and guilt knotted together in his stomach. John Paul had wanted to be honest from the start. It was Craig that had insisted on the lies and deceit and now it was John Paul who had been forced to pay the price.
"Is there anything I can…" Craig's words sounded hollow in his ears, "Do you want to…"
The broken blue eyes of John Paul looked at Craig, piercing into his soul and making him feel small and worthless.
"Tell me it hasn't been for nothing," John Paul begged.
Craig reached out tentatively, wanting to hold John Paul in his arms bur afraid to violate the protective circle his friend had put up around himself.
"I don't know what to say," Craig's tone was pitiful as he searched for anything that could possibly make this situation any better.
"Tell me that you love me… at least a little bit."
"I do love you," Craig admitted without hesitation, "And not just a little bit."
John Paul flung himself into Craig's open arms accepting the comfort that they offered. His sobs began to ease as Craig held him tightly and once again John Paul started to feel safe.