Craig was lounging on the sofa in the flat above the Dog when the text arrived. Within seconds he had grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Craig laughed to himself, if someone had told him only a few weeks ago that he would be happy to get a text from Spike he would thought they were insane. Hell, only a few weeks ago it would never have even crossed his mind to give Spike his number.
But now he was already half way down the street in response to Spike's instructions and it only took three words. "My place. NOW."
Craig's heart was racing as he knocked on Spike's door and his flesh was already trembling in anticipation.
Spike was dressed in jeans and a tight fitting white t-shirt that clung to the curves of his body deliciously, he barely smiled at Craig as he stepped back to let the younger man inside.
"Where's John Paul?" Craig asked as he looked around the living room.
"He's not here."
"Oh… Did I get here before him?"
"He's not coming."
"Why not?" Craig suddenly felt a sense of unease.
"Because I didn't invite him."
"You didn't…?" Craig shuffled uncomfortably suddenly aware of Spike's intense stare, "How come?"
"I don't know," Spike said with a grin as he took a step towards Craig, "Maybe I just wanted to know what you'd do."
Spike placed his palm flat against Craig's chest and he could feel the man's heart racing at his touch.
"So what ARE you gonna do?" Spike asked taking another step forward until there was hardly and room between them.
Craig could smell the familiar fragrance of Spike's aftershave. He had smelt it so often on himself, on his own skin when he had returned home from an evening in this house. The scent always excited him; it reminded him of unspoken secrets and unexpected desires.
"I don't think it's right…" Craig said nervously, "Not without John Paul here… it would be like…"
"Like cheating on him?" Spike finished with a laugh.
"Yeah, kind of…"
"But you don't mind cheating on your girlfriend?"
"I don't see what Sarah's got to do with this…"
Spike slipped his hand behind Craig's head, sinking his fingers into his hair and pulling it until Craig tipped his head back with a wince.
Spike's mouth was on his in an instant, hard and passionate and Craig was left gasping for air once Spike released him.
"Don't get me wrong Craig," Spike continued, "The three of us here… suits me just fine… I can't get enough of it… of you… the two of you. Christ just seeing you stood there now gets me hard. In my mind you're already bent over that table…"
"So what's going on? What's this about?" Craig felt confused as he rubbed at the back of his head where Spike had pulled at his hair.
"It suits ME," Spike continued, "Fucking the pair of you… it's like a dream come true… But it's not what he wants… not in the long term anyway."
"He? You mean John Paul?"
"Yeah of course John Paul…"
"Has he said something?"
"No, he doesn't need to… he's in love with you, even you're not too stupid to see that… and the second you drop Sarah well I'm out of the picture… the two of you is what he really wants… so I'm just wondering how long I've got left… if you're ever gonna have the bottle to do the right thing here."
"I should go…" This wasn't the evening Craig had expected when he received Spike's text and he didn't like the way the conversation was going.
"What's the matter Craig, you got no answer for me? Of are you just going to keep on pretending that nothing's going on?" Spike grabbed Craig's shoulders to prevent him from leaving, his breath was hot against Craig's face and for a second Spike was overwhelmed by the desire to pin the man against the wall and take him there and then.
Craig's chest began to heave with anger and frustration and an unexpected arousal.
"You think you're something special don't you Spike," He snarled into Spike's face, "The big man… knows what everyone else is thinking… what everyone else is feeling… always in control… always in charge… so what would happen if you weren't in charge eh? How would you cope then… if someone else took control?"
Spike laughed at Craig's words. "You challenging me Craig," He asked with his mouth only a fraction of an inch from Craig's, "Coz if you're challenging me you'd better make sure you've got the balls for it."
Spike's hand thrust between Craig's legs and squeezed his scrotum hard. "And I don't think you have," Spike laughed, "Do you?"
Craig opened his mouth to reply but it was covered by Spike's. Spike's hot tongue forcing itself roughly between Craig's lips as he massaged Craig's cock through the fabric of his jeans.
Craig felt his resistance melt at Spike's touch and he grabbed the man, returning his kiss hard and moaning into his mouth.
Spike stepped back with a triumphant smile. "Don't challenge me Craig," he repeated, "You can't win…"
Craig scrambled for the door, breathless and confused he found his way out of the house.
"You think I can't take you Spike?" he said to himself, "Well we'll just have to see about that…"
---
Craig was still shaking as he collapsed onto his bed. What the fuck just happened?
He'd left the house excited and full of anticipation for the evening ahead, but within minutes Spike had turned all that on its head leaving Craig angry and confused.
Who the hell did Spike think he was anyway? Always so full of himself, so certain and confident.
Craig passed his hand over his eyes with a sigh. The scent of Spike's aftershave on his filled his nostrils and, as he licked his lips, Craig could still recall the taste of Spike lingering in his mouth.
He shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to push thoughts of the man from his mind but Spike seemed unwilling to leave.
Unbidden the image of Spike came into sharp focus, the way his t-shirt had hugged at the curves of his muscles, his lips turned up in that knowing smile and his eyes flashing a challenge that Craig felt compelled to meet.
Craig had hated Spike for so long, a hate driven almost entirely by jealousy, but Spike had so easily managed to turn his hatred into desire that Craig no longer knew what he felt.
He could still hear Spike laughter ringing in his ears "…make sure you have the balls…" He could still feel Spike's mouth hot against his own and Spike's hand gripping firmly at his crotch.
"In my mind you're already bent over that table…" Just as clearly as he could hear Spike's words Craig could see the picture he had suggested. He could feel the cool wood beneath his palms as he braced himself against the sturdy table.
He could hear the zipper of his jeans being pulled down as Spike's hand pushed its way inside.
Craig gasped as the cool of Spike's skin touched his cock, his fingers curling around it, squeezing firmly but gently as they travelled over its length.
Spike's breath was hot against Craig's neck as he whispered into his ear. "Just remember I can have you any time I want," Spike taunted, "Any time and anywhere, and you know you want it just as much as I do."
Craig whimpered as Spike's hand gripped him tighter. His cock throbbed painfully in the grasp, desperate for a release of the desire that Spike had aroused.
He could feel the head of Spike's cock pushing between his buttocks. Craig leant forward and spreading his legs further apart, he wanted to feel Spike inside him so much that he was almost ready to beg and as always Spike knew it.
"Tell me how much you want it," Spike whispered, "Ask me to fuck you…"
"God Spike please," Craig groaned, "I want it so much… please just fuck me… I need… oh god…"
With a single thrust Spike's cock pushed its way inside him taking possession of him completely. Craig was aware of nothing but the wonderful sensations filling his body and making his flesh ache with lust.
Craig's cock was slick with the precum that Spike had stroked over it, making it move fluidly against his palm as it pulsed out its cry for satisfaction.
Spike's cock pushed deeply inside him, hard and fast and with no pause or consideration for the body it was using. Likewise the hand wrapped tightly around his cock increased its speed, making Craig whimper and beg as it brought him closer and closer to release.
Craig trembled at the exquisite abuse his body was receiving and he wanted nothing more at that moment than for Spike to do what ever he wanted. He was merely a puppet in Spike's erotic games and Craig realised that he had no desire to object.
"Oh god Spike," Craig gasped as he felt his climax begin to build inside him.
The hand against his cock squeezed hard, making Craig moan loudly until he could hold back no longer. Craig bit down on his lip as he came, so hard that he tasted the metallic tang of his own blood, but that was no distraction from the power of the orgasm that poured from him leaving him stunned and breathless.
Craig opened his eyes slowly and was momentarily surprised to see the ceiling of his own bedroom. His hand was still holding onto his rapidly deflating cock and his jeans showed the evidence of his recent activity.
Spike, of course, was nowhere to be seen having only existed for that moment in time inside Craig's head.
Craig struggled to sit upright feeling a little dazed and confused.
"Even inside your own mind I can do what I like to you," he seemed to hear Spike whisper at him
"Not any more Spike," Craig said out loud as he got to his feet, "From now on I'm taking control."
---
Craig stared at the message on his phone as he ran his thumb over the words. It was the third message he'd received in the last 30 minutes. Just under half an hour earlier the first had arrived. It was from Spike and as usual it was brief and to the point.
"My place."
Craig was half way out of the door before he stopped himself. Following Spike's instructions had become so second nature to him that it was an effort to take his coat off and sit back down. Spike might think that he was in charge but this time Craig wasn't just going to jump just because Spike told him to.
Ten minutes later the second message from Spike arrived.
"We're waiting."
The need to rush over to Spike's house began to gnaw at Craig's insides. Despite everything he still wanted Spike, he still wanted to share him with John Paul and to experience all of the pleasures that Spike had taught them. But he had sat resolutely on the sofa determined not to crumble, not to give in just because Spike demanded it.
Another fifteen minutes passed before the third text arrived.
"Guess you're not coming… I'll just have to entertain JP on my own."
Craig swallowed hard as the image of John Paul and Spike filled his mind, images that he had been a part of and images that he could not bear to picture while he was still sat at home.
He grabbed his jacket with a sigh. It seemed that Spike still knew exactly what to say to get him to come running. But this time Spike wasn't going to get it all his own way. He just had one thing to get before he went to Spike's house and Craig hoped that he didn't get caught.
---
"You took your time," Spike said as he opened the door.
"Maybe I had better things to do," Craig replied.
Spike laughed as he let Craig inside. "I doubt that," he said brushing his hand over Craig's groin as he passed. Craig did his best to stifle the soft whimper that came to his lips at the touch but it was too late and Spike grinned triumphantly. "Just give in Craig," Spike whispered into his ear, "It'll be easier in the long run."
Craig clenched his fists in his pockets as he walked into the living room. His stomach turned with conflicting emotions and desires. An overwhelming urge ran through him to do exactly as Spike suggested, to give in to that strong sensuous man and just let him take control. But another, stronger urge told him that it was time to show Spike he could take charge of the game as well and more than that, to show John Paul just who he could really be.
"I thought you weren't coming," John Paul said as Craig approached, a look of concern flickering in his eyes.
"Just got delayed," Craig replied with a smile, "D'you think I'd leave you to have all the fun?"
Craig touched his lips to John Paul's soft mouth, savouring the gentleness of the kiss and the love he could feel behind it.
"Here we are at last," Spike said as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He observed the two younger men before him with an appreciative smile. They were both so different and yet both so equally desirable. John Paul's pale blue eyes observed him with absolute trust while Craig always watched him with caution and today with something more.
"I thought we could play a different game today," Craig said before Spike could speak again. Spike raised his eyebrows in question but remained silent.
Craig approached the man and rested his hand against Spike's chest, he noted the feel of Spike's muscles through his tight blue t-shirt and the steady beat of his heart under Craig's palm.
"You've been getting it all your way for too long," Craig continued, "and I don't think we can have that any more…"
Spike couldn't stop the grin from breaking across his face. "So you found the balls then Craig?" he laughed as he reached between Craig's legs and squeezed.
Craig grabbed Spike's hand and pinned it back against the door above Spike's head. "Yeah it looks like I have," he said with his face only inches from Spike's.
He could smell the enticing aroma of Spike's skin, so close to his mouth that he could taste it, so close that he wanted to taste it.
Craig turned his head to look at John Paul who had observed this exchange in silence. A smile passed between them and Craig knew that it was all going to be OK and that John Paul trusted him, whatever he was going to do next.
Craig let go of Spike and stepped back a fraction as he dipped his hand into his jacket pocket. There was a metallic jangle as he pulled his hand out, his fingers curled around a set of handcuffs.
John Paul's eyes were wide with amazement. "Where on earth did you get those?" he asked.
Craig grinned. "Jack IS an ex-copper you know," he paused for a moment to look at the metal bracelets in his hand and shuddered, "Although what exactly he uses these for I would rather not know!"
"And what exactly are YOU planning on doing with them?" Spike asked as he leant against the door.
Craig smiled, weighing the handcuffs in his hands as he looked Spike up and down.
"Take your t-shirt of," Craig said simply.
"What for?" Spike asked.
"It wasn't a request," Craig told him closing the gap between them with a few steps. He leaned his face close to Spike and breathed in that intoxicating scent once more. Craig's fingers circled Spike's throat as he pushed the man hard against the door. He could feel the pulse in Spike's neck strong and firm against his skin and he was filled with the sudden knowledge that if he squeezed, just a little harder, he could deprive another human being of their air.
Craig looked into the depths of Spike's mysterious dark eyes but he saw no fear, Spike just returned his gaze levelly waiting for Craig's next move.
Craig's fingers twitched against the fragility of Spike's neck, the power that he felt coursed through him making his body tremble until, for a second, his grip tightened making Spike's eyes widen in surprise.
Just as quickly Craig dropped his hand from Spike's throat, the knowledge of what he had temporarily felt able to do both exhilarated and terrified him.
"Just take it off," he said hoarsely as he stepped back from Spike, noticing the imprint of his fingers red against Spike's skin.
The corners of Spike's mouth turned up into a half smile as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. He didn't make any further moves, this was Craig's game now, Craig's rules and Spike was more than happy to play along.
John Paul stood quietly watching the exchange between his two lovers. Seeing Craig acting this way, so confident and so in control excited him immensely but for now he had no desire to join the men, he was more than content to stand by and see how this would all play out.
Craig grabbed Spike's shoulders, turning him to the wall and pulled his arms behind him, slipping the metal bracelets of the handcuffs around his wrists, pushing them closed with a satisfying metallic click until the cold steel dug into Spike's skin. If Craig had closed them a little tighter than was really necessary Spike didn't seem to mind.
"Does this mean I'm under arrest?" Spike asked with a smile as Craig turned him around again.
Craig couldn't help but grin. "And you know there's no point trying to resist an arrest," he said as he placed his hands on the bare skin of Spike's shoulders and pushed down, causing Spike to sink to his knees.
Spike's eyes were bright as they looked up at Craig expectantly and for the first time Craig realised that Spike hadn't goaded him into challenging him because he thought Craig couldn't manage it, but rather he had hoped that Craig could. As much as Spike relished being in control of these two gorgeous young men just occasionally he relished the chance to let go and hand the reins of domination to someone else.
Craig turned his gaze to John Paul, the younger mans stunning blue eyes were filled with lust and his full pink lips curved in an enticing smile. Craig couldn't resist his urge to taste that mouth and quickly moved to John Paul's side, pulling the man against him and pressing his lips firmly against that mouth. It tasted as good as he knew it would; better even as he bit softly on John Paul's plump bottom lip.
"I think it's time you got your shirt off as well," Craig said into John Paul's ear as he nibbled lightly on its lobe and then licked slowly at the curve of his neck.
John Paul slipped open the buttons of his shirt and dropped it to the floor as Craig's mouth explored the firmness of his chest, his tongue teasing over John Paul's nipples that stood to attention as the wet heat passed over them. John Paul sank his fingers into Craig's hair and scratched lightly at his scalp as Craig's mouth planted kisses over his body before travelling back up his neck and finding his mouth again.
Spike breathed slowly and deeply as he watched Craig tasting the rich flavours of John Paul's skin, he remembered that taste all too well and he unconsciously licked his lips as he continued to watch.
Craig paused in his kisses as he turned his eyes to Spike and he smiled at the sight of Spike still kneeling where he had left him. He recognised the look in Spike's eyes, the desire that played in them making them look even darker than usual.
Craig locked his gaze with Spike's as he ran his hands over John Paul's chest and belly, stroking the skin of his taut body, tracing the light curve of his hips, the firmness of his thighs and then, as Spike stared unblinking, Craig eased down the zip of John Paul's jeans and slid his hand inside, relishing the warmth and excitement that he found there.
Realising where Craig's gaze was directed John Paul looked towards the man kneeling of the floor and felt his body respond to the look he saw in Spike's eyes. As Craig's hand touched him lightly and Spike's eyes burned into the fabric of his jeans John Paul's cock grew harder until it throbbed with exhilaration.
"He can't take his eyes off you," Craig whispered into John Paul's ear as he continued to massage the firmness of his cock, "Not that I can blame him…"
Craig popped open the button of John Paul's jeans and eased them over his hips until his cock was freed to the air, Craig's fingers still touching it, teasing it, exciting it.
Slipping his hand behind John Paul's neck he pulled the man's mouth to him, running the tip of his tongue over those delicious lips he kissed his lover deeply, knowing that Spike was still watching just made it feel all the more erotic.
John Paul let himself sink into the passion of Craig's kiss and he held onto the man tightly for fear that his knees would buckle, the pleasure coursing through his body was so intense.
Craig pulled away from the kiss and took a step backwards. He smiled at the confused and disappointed look in John Paul's eyes as he took hold of John Paul's hands.
"I think Spike's feeling left out," Craig teased, "What shall we do about it?"
John Paul looked to where Spike waited patiently. The strong, dark and mysterious man was waiting for them, wanting them but he remained motionless exactly where Craig had left him.
"I think that's up to you," John Paul said as he took in the rich chocolate depths of Craig's eyes.
Craig led John Paul to stand before Spike until his cock was only inches from Spike's mouth. Spike lifted his eyes to Craig as he waited for permission to move. Craig curled his fingers around John Paul's cock once more as he crouched down bringing his face level with Spike's.
He ran his fingertip over Spike's lips, feeling their softness and they parted slightly at his touch. Craig touched his mouth to those moist lips, running his tongue over them and feeling the soft vibrations as Spike moaned quietly.
Craig turned his mouth to the cock still gripped tightly in his hand and tasted its length, allowing his tongue to play lightly over its head. A small whimper escaped from John Paul's throat and Spike's eyes widened with want as he watched Craig take the tip of John Paul's cock into his mouth.
Craig never took his eyes from Spike as he took John Paul deeper into him. The power to create such a lust in the man was overwhelming and he began to realise just how much pleasure Spike had got from such actions in the past.
Craig stroked his tongue over the head of John Paul's cock once again and lapped at the drops of precum that had escaped it. With a grin Craig licked his tongue over Spike's mouth and shared with him the tasted of John Paul's excitement. Spike sucked Craig's tongue hungrily into his mouth as he savoured the flavour of John Paul that lingered on it.
Craig's palm rested lightly on Spike's cheek as they kissed and, as their kiss parted, he used the touch to turn Spike's face to John Paul's waiting cock.
"I know you want it," Craig said with satisfaction as he guided the cock between Spike's parted lips. He watched as Spike gratefully took John Paul's cock into his mouth, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked it deeply into him.
With one hand resting on the top of Spike's head Craig rose to his feet. He sank his fingers into Spike's hair as he looked back at John Paul. The man's eyes were half closed as Spike sucked against the sensitive flesh of his cock.
"Tell me how good that feels," Craig said as he nuzzled into the curve of John Paul's neck, "Tell me how his mouth feels."
John Paul's voice shook as he struggled to answer. "It feels amazing," he panted, "His mouth is just so hot… so wet… it feels so… god…"
John Paul leaned his head against Craig's shoulder as Spike's tongue flicked mercilessly over the tip of his cock sending tremors of pleasure coursing through it.
Craig watched as John Paul's cock moved in and out of the heat of Spike's mouth and his own cock strained at the confines of his clothing. Holding onto the bareness of John Paul's shoulders Craig pushed himself back from the man. With a few steps he was behind Spike and pulling John Paul towards him, kissing him deeply over the arousing scene between them.
Craig slid his hand behind John Paul's neck as his tongue slipped inside his mouth and pressed hard against the tongue in residence there.
John Paul kissed hard at the softness of Craig's mouth with a moan vibrating in his throat as Spike continued to pleasure his cock. He rested a hand against Craig's hip for support but in an unconscious movement it quickly sneaked forwards until it passed over the growing erection trapped inside the infuriating covering of denim.
Craig's teeth bit lightly at John Paul's lip as he felt the fasten of his jeans give way to John Paul, the soft skin of his fingers wrapping around the firmness of Craig's cock as it trembled in his grip.
John Paul eased Craig's cock from his clothing, gripping it firmly and stroking over its length to the satisfied sounds coming from Craig's mouth. His senses spun as Spike sucked hard against him, Craig kissed him deeply and he ran his hand up and down Craig's pulsating cock.
Craig broke his kiss with a moan, panting as John Paul touched him so expertly. His eyes lingered on the sight of Spike's lips wrapped around John Paul's cock and he felt the need to possess the man welling up inside him. He scraped his fingers over Spike's scalp as a piece of furniture in the corner of the room caught his eye.
Spike's words of a few days earlier echoed in Craig's head. "In my mind you're already bent over that table," Spike's voice had sounded so smug to him that day but now, as it replayed in his mind, it sounded more like an invitation.
Craig sank back to a crouch and took a hold of Spike's face, pulling it way from the attentions it was lavishing on John Paul's cock.
"Get up," he said taking a second to lick at the hot damp skin of Spike's mouth.
Craig stood upright and reached down to grab hold of Spike's shackled wrists, pulling hard at them as he heaved the man to his feet.
Spike's eyes looked at him expectantly and he saw Craig's eyes flicker to the table. A smile spread across Spike's face as he realised Craig's next move. He knew that Craig had been the right man to put in charge of the games.
The wooden surface of the table felt cool against Spike's cheek as Craig pushed him down onto it. Craig scraped his nails down Spike's back until his fingers caught in the waistband of his trousers.
"Well I think these have to go," Craig said as he reached around Spike's waist and pulled open the fastening of his trousers. They slipped down easily over his hips and Spike raised each leg as Craig guided the garment over his feet. Craig stepped back and took a deep breath at the sight of Spike's naked body bent over the table like that, waiting for him. He removed his clothes quickly without taking his eyes from Spike's softly rounded buttocks that were enticing him and inviting him.
Craig hadn't notice John Paul moving and was surprised when he felt a plastic bottle pressed into his palm. He looked at the container of lube in his hand and then smiled at John Paul, pulling him in for a quick kiss before turning his attentions back to Spike.
Spike's breath caught in his throat as he felt Craig's palm press against his buttock and then the cool slickness as the top of the bottle was flipped and Craig tipped it to allow a drizzle of the oily contents to trickle over Spike's skin.
Craig watched as if hypnotised as the oil slid easily between Spike's buttocks. He ran his hand over the small of Spike's back, where the oils journey had begun, and massaged it into Spike's soft flesh causing Spike to murmur softly.
Craig leaned his body over Spike's; his breath hot is Spike's ear. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he said quietly, "You have no idea just how much…"
Spike's gasped as he felt Craig's fingers push hard inside him, eased slightly by the presence of the oil, but still sudden and forceful enough to make Spike whimper slightly, which gave Craig more satisfaction that he would have liked to admit.
Spike's body began to relax around Craig's fingers as he pushed them deeper inside but it wasn't enough for him, it wasn't what he wanted, what he needed and it didn't take long before Craig let his fingers slip from their hot home and position the tip of his cock against that tight inviting opening.
Craig's eyes were transfixed on that entrance as he pushed against it, slowly at first marvelling at the sight and sensation of Spike's body swallowing his cock but his lust soon took over and he rammed himself hard into Spike's vulnerable body. Spike couldn't stifle a yelp that slipped from his mouth as Craig drove his cock hard into him, filling and stretching him so suddenly and so completely that a shot of pain tore through his flesh.
"Craig…" John Paul stepped forward with worry at Spike's unexpected cry of pain but as he turned to look at Spike's face he saw no hint of complaint in those ethereal eyes. Instead Spike's eyes were dark with lust and, as Craig continued to thrust hard inside him, a smile played on his lips at the exquisite pleasure of being so totally dominated.
Craig's eyes were squeezed shut as he plunged his cock hard and deep into Spike, holding onto the man's shackled hands for stability. He didn't hear John Paul approach him and was surprised to feel the soft hands on his face. He opened his eyes as John Paul turned his face to look at him. His blue eyes shone brightly as they looked into the rich brown of Craig's. Craig's lips parted at the touch of John Paul's mouth against them, sharing a kiss of unbridled desire as Craig fucked the willing body beneath him.
"I can't believe how hot you look," John Paul exclaimed clawing his fingers over the soft skin of Craig's neck, "I don't think I've ever wanted you more…" John Paul's teeth sank into the tender flesh where his fingers had just scratched.
Craig couldn't stop the moans that growled deep in his throat as he thrust harder into the heat of Spike's body that held him so tightly. John Paul's teeth scraped against his skin making Craig moan louder. Fucking Spike in this way seemed almost unbelievable but doing it with John Paul by his side urging him on was beyond anything he had dreamt in his deepest darkest fantasies.
John Paul moved to stand behind Craig, kissing into the crook of his neck as he ran his hands over Craig's perfectly defined chest. He ran his hands over Craig's back and down his buttocks enjoying their movement as Craig's hip rocked back and forward to push himself into Spike.
"I didn't think watching you fuck someone else would turn me on so much," John Paul continued with his breath hot against Craig's ear, "I want you to fuck him hard Craig, I want to hear you come…"
Craig's face was flushed and his breathing was getting more ragged by the second as John Paul whispers lustfully in his ear while Spike's hot body held his cock so perfectly that he knew he would soon be granting John Paul's request.
Spike's arms burned with pain as Craig pulled against them hard but he paid them no heed. He could hear John Paul's erotic urgings and it both surprised and excited him. Craig's cock felt so hard as it penetrated deep inside him, pleasuring him with each forceful inwards thrust, his own cock throbbed with need as it pressed into the table top held down by the weight of the bodies above it. He wanted to beg Craig to come inside him, to fuck him harder to use his body however he wanted but the only sound that found its way from Spike's mouth was an inarticulate moan as Craig plunged harder and faster inside him.
John Paul's tongue ran in circles over Craig's neck as his fingers clawed at his buttocks, squeezing them hard and urging him deeper into Spike. John Paul's cock throbbed with urgency as he pressed his body against Craig's back.
Craig's body began to shake as he felt his climax building inside him. John Paul could feel the tremors and held onto Craig harder, whispering hotly in his ear as the final strands of Craig's resistance melted away.
Craig cried out incoherently as he came, his cock slamming forcefully into Spike, pouring his lust into the hot flesh with each thrust until he had nothing more to give and he felt all power and strength drain from his body.
Craig stumbled back into John Paul's ready grip as his cock slipped exhausted from Spike's flesh and a tired satisfaction filled him.
---
Craig slipped from John Paul's hold to sink to his knees as his legs gave out beneath him. His eyes were glazed as he sat slumped on the floor. John Paul laughed quietly at the unexpected state his friend had been reduced to.
"Hey Spike what have you done to him?" John Paul asked with a chuckle.
Spike strained his neck to see the crumpled form of Craig. "I think he's just discovered exactly what he's capable of," Spike replied, "Now are you gonna let me out of these cuffs, my arms are killing…"
"Oh I dunno," John Paul teased, "Craig might not like it…"
Craig looked up at the mention of his name. "'s OK," he mumbled, "Key's in my pocket…"
Spike stood upright rubbing his wrists and stretching his arms once John Paul has released him.
John Paul crouched before Craig and lifted Craig's face to meet his gaze. "Are you all right?" he asked with a nervous laugh.
Craig touched the softness of John Paul's cheek. "Just took me a minute to get my breath back," he said, his voice now a little steadier, "Now I'm sure I remember something about how much me fucking Spike was turning you on…" Craig's eyes flicked between John Paul's legs, "And I see I remembered correctly!"
John Paul felt his cock twitch as Craig's eyes rested on it, their look almost physical. John Paul pulled Craig against him, his bare flesh was still hot from his recent exertion and his skin was damp with a light sheen of sweat.
"Why don't you show me just how much I turned you on?" Craig suggested as he pressed his mouth against John Paul's tasting John Paul's lips and tongue as they merged with his own.
"God Craig you're so… I want you so much…" John Paul's eyes seemed to glow his desire for the darker man was so intense.
Craig hands slid over John Paul's thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there, but his need for John Paul was too great to prolong the teasing for long and he quickly took a hold of John Paul's cock, stroking firmly over its length to the sounds of small sighs from John Paul.
John Paul's knees hit the ground as he gave up trying to crouch, the feel of Craig's hand on his cock was too distracting to be able to maintain his balance and soon the men knelt facing each other, their mouths and hands exploring the body before them.
"You know what I want John Paul," Craig moaned softly, "You know I want you… please…"
As he spoke Craig continued to caress John Paul's cock until neither of them could stand it any longer.
Craig turned from John Paul and placed his hands on the carpet, John Paul grabbed for the bottle of lube that had been discarded earlier and quickly flipped its top. Craig sighed as John Paul spread the warm oil between his buttocks in a small circular motion until, with a gentle push, Craig's body granted John Paul's finger entrance.
Craig's nails clawed at the floor as John Paul pushed deeper into him, opening him, preparing him and making him desperate for what was to come next.
"Oh god fuck me John Paul… I need to feel you…"
John Paul didn't need any further persuasion as he lined up the tip of his cock with Craig's tight oiled opening and pushed slowly, easing his cock inside.
John Paul fought the urge to force himself hard into Craig despite the intense desire that was building inside him he restrained himself wanting to be gentle with his lovers body. But Craig had no such reservations and pushed back firmly against John Paul driving the man's cock deep into him and making him whimper at the sudden pain.
John Paul froze with an apology on his lips but Craig spoke first. "Don't stop," he begged, "God please don't stop… you feel so good…"
John Paul realised that, much as he has seen with Spike, Craig's desire far outweighed any other consideration and John Paul was happy to fulfil his request.
John Paul's cock sank deep into Craig's body, his hands gripped onto Craig's hips as he thrust deeply inside, the heat of Craig tight around his cock giving him more pleasure than anything else he could ever imagine.
Spike licked his lips slowly as he watched the sight of the two young bodies fucking in the centre of his living room. Craig's head hung low as he panted and moaned with each thrust of John Paul's hips and John Paul head was thrown back in ecstasy as he moved harder and faster inside Craig.
John Paul opened his eyes as he felt Spike's hands on his shoulders and looked up into the dark eyes that were observing him with lust. He turned his head to where Spike's cock was standing proudly before him and pressed his lips to its tip. Spike sighed appreciatively as John Paul's tongue ran circles over its head until his lips parted and took it into the warmth of his mouth. John Paul lifted one hand from Craig's hip to hold tightly to the base of Spike's cock as he began to suck on it, never ceasing his steady rhythm that eased him in and out of Craig's body.
Spike's eyes moved from the sight of John Paul's mouth tight around his cock to the sight of John Paul's cock buried balls deep inside Craig and back again, he didn't know which image turned him on more but he memorised them both in the knowledge that he would replay them often in his mind for his own amusement.
Spike took a hold of John Paul's face and held it steady as he pushed his cock deeper into his mouth. John Paul struggled for a second to accommodate Spike's size but he never stopped the attention he was giving it, sucking on it as fully as he could manage. Spike moved his hips slowly, rocking his cock in and out of John Paul, fucking that beautiful hot mouth. It felt so good but it wasn't enough and after a short while Spike pulled away from John Paul, his cock glistening with the man's saliva.
John Paul continued to push himself hard into Craig, feeling the body wrapped around him and holding him with perfection. Being inside Craig felt so good that John Paul knew he would be showing just how good it felt in a very short time.
Spike's hands felt hot against John Paul's buttocks as they eased them apart. He gasped as he felt Spike's cock pressing hard against him. Spike had taken a second to pour some of the lube on himself but his desire was so great that he needed to be inside John Paul, and it had to be right way, while the man was still fucking Craig.
John Paul stopped moving as Spike pushed against him, his body opened to the insistence of Spike's cock making him moan softly as the hardness entered him.
"Don't stop," Spike panted, "I want to fuck you while you're fucking him…"
John Paul slowly resumed his slow thrusts into Craig, the feeling of Spike moving deeper inside him adding a whole new dimension to the experience.
After a few false starts the men settled into a steady rhythm, cocks moving in and out of the tight holes before them and bodies stretching to welcome hard cocks.
John Paul couldn't suppress the moans that growled in his throat. The feeling of being deep inside Craig was amazing but having Spike just as deeply inside him at the same time felt unearthly. He could already feel his climax gaining momentum inside him but he was reluctant to give in to it, what he was feeling was too good to let go of.
Spike held hard onto John Paul's hips, thrusting hard inside him, increasing his speed, which in turn pushed John Paul deeper and faster inside Craig.
John Paul's chest was slick with sweat as he tried desperately to hold his orgasm at bay but what was happening to his body was to powerful to ignore and, as Spike cock plunged deeper into him hitting that perfect spot, John Paul cried out loudly, screaming both men's names as he thrust hard into Craig, coming deep inside him as waves of pleasure washed over him again and again.
John Paul fell against Craig's back as the last of his climax subsided. Spike trembled as John Paul's shuddering body contracted around his cock, the evenings activities had been more perfect than he had ever dared dream and at last he could give in to his final need and worship of the two firm bodies beneath him.
Spike drove himself hard into John Paul with a few more strokes until the pleasure cascaded through him and he cried out his joy coming inside the body that always felt so good.
The three men fell together into a heap on the floor, laughing and satisfied.
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As Spike pulled his t-shirt over his head he winked at Craig. "So… it seems you had the balls after all."
Craig grinned back, "But you knew that anyway didn't you?"
Spike shrugged. "Nah," he said, "But I did hope…"
There was a calm peace as the men finished dressing and a strange air of completion that John Paul couldn't quite understand.
"Hey John Paul," Spike said with a smile, "Truth or dare?"
John Paul laughed as he remembered the simple game that has started everything. "Truth," he answered with a smile.
Spike observed him for a while before asking his question. "Is this still what you want," he said quietly, "The three of us… or is it just Craig that you really want?"
John Paul's eyes darted between the two men and his hand gripped Craig's in an instinctive action. Spike already knew the answer but he needed John Paul to say it, to admit to it.
Craig's hand squeezed John Paul's in support as the man licked his lips nervously. "I'm sorry Spike… but I…"
Spike smiled softly. "You love him," Spike said understandingly, "I knew that… I was just making sure YOU knew it."
Spike turned his gaze to Craig. "So Craig, truth or dare?"
"Shouldn't it be John Paul's turn to ask now?"
Spike shrugged. "Not this time… come on, truth or dare…"
"Truth…" Craig was certain he knew the question that was to come and for once he knew the answer.
"So," Spike began, "When are you gonna do the right thing and dump your girlfriend… give John Paul what he deserves?"
Craig looked into the depths of John Paul's blue eyes. They were so perfect that he couldn't imagine a day without being able to see them.
"I already have," Craig said, his eyes not leaving John Paul's, "I broke things off with her this afternoon."
John Paul's face broke into a disbelieving smile. "Really? Did you tell her about…"
"Us?" Craig finished, "No… I thought one thing at a time was enough!"
Spike smiled at the two men before him but there was a touch of sadness behind his eyes too.
"So I suppose this is the last time I'll see you two… like this…"
"Thank you Spike," John Paul said with sincerity, "I'll never forget… everything."
Spike cupped John Paul's face in his hands and kissed him with a gentleness that made tears gather in John Paul's eyes.
"Be happy," Spike said to him quietly.
Spike then held Craig's face in the same way and kissed him with an equal gentleness.
"Look after him," Spike told him.
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Spike stood at his window watching his two ex-lovers walking hand in hand from his house. He would miss those two bodies but he knew it was for the best.
He scooped his phone from the sideboard and scrolled through a list of names before stopping on one that made him smile.
The phone rang a few times before a voice answered, a voice Spike knew all too well.
"Hey Peter, it's Spike… how's things?…. Just wondered if you fancied meeting up for a drink some time…. Yeah? How long you been seeing him?… That's OK… why don't you bring him with you… I'm sure the three of us could have some fun together… 7ish tomorrow? See you there…"
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John Paul felt a lightness in his heart as he headed home with Craig's fingers curled tightly around his.
"Craig," he said with a smile, "truth or dare?"
Craig giggled, "Truth."
"Is this gonna be enough for you now… am I enough for you?"
Craig pulled John Paul against him and kissed his lips softly. "You've always been enough," he said, "You're all I wanted."