Love Hurts. Lust Doesn't.
JP/Mike Oneshot.
Standing in the pouring rain with his heart on his sleeve, John Paul sobbed. And sobbed. Life didn't matter anymore for his one true love was gone. And he was alone. Oh so alone. Everything else for he had known it was unimportant and he really felt like he should get a knife and end it all now. But he was a chicken. A wuss. A pussy. He couldn't do it. Stupid queer. He hated himself sometimes; and right now; in this very moment; he hated himself more then he had ever hated anything or anyone. He didn't know that anyone could hate something as this much. And it hurt. He had let him go- his love. His one true love was gone. And it was his fault. He couldn't blame Hannah or Sarah or Jacqui or God because the fact remained that he- John Paul- had walked off from the airport and ever since his bottom touched the cab seat- he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life. Mistakes- Life was full of them. But this was the biggest mistake. This took the piss when it came to mistakes. This mistake cost him his love; his freedom and his chance to make something of himself. All because of pride. Stupid fucking pride.
"Don't cry" a voice spoke softly "Don't cry- Don't hurt yourself".
Looking up from his place he noticed an older man standing in front of him; smiling yet showing mercy. Mercy? He didn't deserve mercy. He deserved a punch.
"Go away" John Paul lyned "Don't talk to me. I'm unimportant"
The man placed a hand on John Pauls shoulder "Your not unimportant. Your as important as every other individual in this country, Crying makes the pain worse.. Trust me" The man spoke. He smelled of Calvin Klien aftershave and his teeth were shining brightly despite the downpour of rain.
"Come in my house.. Get cleaned up.. Your wet through.. I'll make you a hot drink" Mike Barnes spoke "You need a hug.. I'll hug you"
John Paul looked on confused. "Thanks"- was all he spoke; all he had to speak. He didn't need to speak.
John Paul stripped of all his clothes and had a hot shower. He washed himself through. He was dirty. Very dirty. Needed washing. Needed clensing. Needed hugging. He needed love. He let love go. What an idiot. What a fucking idiot.
He put on an old shirt of Mike's- strangely it fit. Perfect fit. And a pair of his trousers; they were a bit tight. Boy didn't it show.
He walked over to Mike to thank him. No words were spoken. They looked into each other's eyes and sparks left thier eyes and met in the middle.
"Do you want to go home" Mike asked John Paul as he leant in closer to John Paul; thier mouths so close together he could smell Mike's toothpaste "Or stay" he breathed.
John Paul didn't speak. He just went with the flow. The older mans lips touched John Paul's and his lip tingled. Thier tounges clashed together in a frenzy. In a hurry. He needed this. He wanted him. He had to have him.
Love hurts. Lust doesn't.