Who wants to play spin the bottle?...Enjoy! I hope.
PART NINE John Paul
I watch as Nancy sends the bottle spinning in the centre of the circle, my heart beating like the clappers behind my ribcage as it goes round and round, the air leaving my body in a whoosh when the damn thing finally slows and lands on Lewis, who then he in turn spins it to land on Sarah. "Uhmm, okay you have to suck on her ear" she says to Lewis as both of them begin crawling towards each other. Sarah giggles as Lewis takes her lobe between his teeth and pulls, flicking his tongue out for a lick.
"Sorry mate" he says sheepishly flashing Craig a smile. He just shrugs and watches as Sarah gets ready to spin it, issuing the challenge of 'snogging for 1 minute' before she's even spun the bottle. I close my eyes and send up a silent prayer that it'll land on me and Craig. I get the last part right but have to let out the breath I was holding when he spins it and it lands on Hannah.
"Oh my God!" Hannah squeals, her hands flying to her mouth, big eyes wide at the thought of kissing...really kissing our friend. Craig grins and does this really sweet inclination of his head, gesturing for her to close the gap which she does, edging towards him with a really pretty blush on her cheeks. Fuckkk, there's Hannah being all sweet and girlish and me, I'm so fucking jealous. Pathetic! The worst thing is, with her blond hair and blue eyes and his dark, smouldering looks, they make a really striking couple.
Then I think my heart is in my mouth as I watch him deliver maybe the sweetest looking kiss I've ever seen, his fingers sliding beneath her hair to cup her neck, eyes closing as their lips meet. They don't move for a few seconds, until Hannah opens her mouth a little bit and Craig pushes forwards, his palm coming to rest on her cheek, his thumb grazing the hair just beneath her ear. I look away flushing, the potency of the kiss doing things to my body that I wouldn't have thought possible unless it was me it was being bestowed upon.
My eyes catch Sarah's to see her watching, pouting, arms folded and eyebrows arched as the scene plays out. Well, it serves the silly cow right for picking that particular dare then, doesn't it. The countdown starts from ten to one and I join in with everyone else, my gaze slipping back to Craig's just in time to see him open his eyes, looking right at me. God!
My breath catches and holds as the last three seconds elapse and Craig pulls away gently, smiling, his eyes flicking back to Hannah.
"Wow! Someone's going to be a lucky bloke" he says gruffly, settling back on his heels.
"Humph, right Hannah, you spin" Sarah snaps, thrusting the bottle back at her best friend.
"Thanks Sarah" she replies chirpily, completely oblivious of her friends bad mood. Taking the bottle and laying it on the carpet, she looks around the group and raises her eyebrows then spins it, giggling when it once more lands on Craig and this time, Spike. I muffle a laugh as it begins erupting from my mouth, grabbing the cushion from behind me and sinking my face into it when I see this really wicked little glint enter Hannah's usually innocent blue eyes. "You've got to lick from his belly button to his nipple" she says, biting her lip as she looks guiltily at Craig, "and then stay there for thirty seconds" she finishes blushing.
I can feel myself blushing too but not at Craig's predicament. I'm all hot and bothered at the thought of watching him doing that, doing anything to another bloke, even Spike. He opens his mouth to speak but as Nancy and Freddy start making chicken clucking noises, he shrugs, grabbing his drink and downing the rest of it completely in a show of bravado. It's actually Spike who starts protesting.
"Oh come on, why's he got to do it to me? Can we not re-spin?" he whines. Yep, probably the only time I've ever heard him do that.
"What's up Spike? Afraid you'll like it?" Craig throws back. Spike snorts and pulls his shirt from his jeans, undoes a couple of buttons and pulls it over his head, thrusting out his pecs as he tosses it onto the couch behind us. "Right then!" Craig crawls across the carpet towards me, well, towards Spike but I'm there too, all cat like grace and wiggling arse in his tight jeans and then he's right there in front of me, grabbing my drink from my hand and necking a gulp of the ice cool liquid before throwing me a mischievous wink and turning to Spike.
Seriously, if I wasn't so jealous of my boyfriend I'd be finding it hilarious because Spike is trying to remain aloof but it's clear to all of us watching that Craig is the one in control here. He goes right up to him, places a hand on his chest and pushes him back until he's half sat, half led against the front of the couch, naked chest completely on display. Craig, never one to back down from a challenge, rests his hands either side of Spike's hips and dips his head towards his navel, his tongue darting out to flick over the little indentation causing my boyfriend to suck in a breath at the cool sensation of Craig's mouth on his body. He tries to cover it by clearing his throat but he's not fooling anyone. Despite not wanting him to, Craig's touch is having an effect on him.
I carry on looking down, my own breaths coming quick and fast as I watch Craig, noticing how pink and wet his tongue looks as he licks his way up Spike's chest towards his nipples. He lifts his head, his eyes clear and bright as they lock on mine for a second, his fingers brushing briefly against mine as he takes the bottle and has another sip. Then his head drops again and I hear Spike's sharp intake of breath, followed by the tiny moan of pleasure as Craig's lips cover his nipple, the cool sensation from the liquid and the hotness from his mouth no doubt making the dark peak pucker and harden in response. Licking my own lips, I lay my hand on the floor next to his, my little finger resting lightly against the length of his as I watch him licking and flicking at the tight nub of flesh as our friends count down the last thirty seconds.
It's like time passes in slow motion as I watch him, wishing the entire time that he was doing that to me. He shifts as Spike jerks beneath him, his hand partially covering mine and squeezing tightly when Spike lets out a louder groan, this time not even attempting to mask the sound of pleasure.
"Three...two...one!" Craig lifts his head immediately and draws away, turning and flourishing his hands at the group as a couple of them let out wolf whistles. Spike...well he blinks his eyes open and frowns, though I get the distinct impression that it's aimed more at himself than anything. Just seeing his expression as he looks at Craig, I know he'll be kicking himself for enjoying it. He quickly recovers though, his demeanor suddenly nonchalant.
"You're batting for the wrong team mate, with a tongue like that I bet you'd give excellent..."
"Right then" I clap my hands loudly together, drowning out exactly what it is Spike thinks Craig would be good at giving because really, if I hear that, I'm going to fucking explode. Craig glances my way and blushes but I just look back and roll my eyes, my expression telling him to ignore my boyfriend and his childish suggestions, even if they are the stuff of my very adult fantasies. Even though it's not for me to do, I grab the bottle and give it a bloody good spin.
"Ooh, Nancy and Sarah, okay ladies you have to..." fuck, I can't think of anything to say so I'm bloody glad when Freddy pipes up that he wants to see Nancy sit on Sarah's lap and snog her for thirty seconds, something that neither of them protest about, either because they're pissed or they really just don't care. I expect to see jealousy on Craig's face but aside from the unmistakable flash of lust, he doesn't seem too phased to see Sarah making out with someone else. Saying that, it wouldn't exactly have been fair if he had, what with Sarah egging him on more than anyone when it'd come to him and Spike.
The next few spins after that are pretty uneventful, seeing Freddy and Nancy, Lewis and Spike and then Sarah and Lewis again, all exchanging some kind of kiss or intimacy. I think the highlight though was watching Spike give Hannah a lapdance, Nancy's suggestion causing both of them to glare daggers at her and partake in maybe the most awkward act I've ever had the pleasure of watching. It was hilarious, especially when he wiggled his arse at her and she literally cringed, her little button nose scrunching up like she'd just sucked on a lemon.
Somehow I've managed to go the length of the game so far without having to do anything other than sit back and think of England as Freddy did me a striptease, showing off his impressive body that's very nice and toned and tanned but like Spike's, not as much to my taste as Craig's glorious physique. So it shouldn't have come as a shock to me when the bottle lands on me, then with a twist of my wrist and a spin of the bottle I'm followed by Craig.
"He's got to suck his toes!" shouts Spike, sounding decidedly pissed or pissed off, not sure which as he calls out his request. I look over at Craig who's brows furrow too. What a shit task. Lucky for me, it wasn't up to Spike to decide, as Freddy laughingly points out.
"John Paul, you've to melt an ice cube with your mouth...on Craig!" he says gleefully. I turn my eyes to Craig to see his reaction but he's found something really interesting behind him on the carpet. Sexy ...ice cube ...Craig. Those three things go on repeat as Nancy happily offers to get the ice from the kitchen, Lewis calling a quick time out in proceedings so he can nip to the loo. Craig gets up, eyes still averted and says he's getting a drink and Sarah follows quickly after him tugging on his arm as they leave the room.
I glance over to see what Spike's doing but he's now over by the stereo helping Freddy pick the next disc to put on. Hannah sidles over until she's pressed up next to me, her head resting lightly on my shoulder as she lifts her hand to toy with the short hairs at the nape of my neck. I'm just thinking of ways to turn her down gently...again, when she says something that shocks me and has me re-thinking everything.
"You should just go for it John Paul" she says, giving me a little nudge with her shoulder, smiling at me when I look down.
"What!" I mean, what?
"Craig...do something now while you have the chance" she says quietly, her big eyes getting wider when I look down at her incredulous.
"You don't know what...I don't..." I shake my head and look at her, really look at her and I see she does know what I'm talking about, it's written all over her face. There's no point me denying that I don't want him, she knows, she's known for ages, hell, she's practically watched me fall in love with him while I was breaking her heart. "I can't" I whisper, my eyes searching hers, imploring her to deny what I'm saying and give me the courage to be able to do what she's asking me to.
"John Paul, you're the bravest person I know, you can do it" she whispers, tipping her head back and kissing me softly beneath my chin before pushing herself up and back into her original space on the floor as the others re enter the room. I start thinking about what she's just said, my eyes flicking to Nancy as she walks through the door holding a glass filled with clear, wet ice cubes, Sarah and Lewis at her heels chatting and...flirting? Not sure Craig'll be too happy about that. He can have a bit of a jealous streak on him when something riles him. Maybe it wouldn't do Sarah and harm to see just how lucky she is and that she's bloody nuts to be even speaking to another bloke, let alone behaving like she fancies one. Doesn't she remember the fall out from the last time she got pissed and flirted with someone else? She ended up with her tongue jammed down Rhys's throat and me...well, we know what happened that night.
Craig comes back in the room, his eyes darting over and past mine too bloody fast for me to do anything about it, get any kind of a reading of what he's expecting. Then I catch Hannah's eyes and it's like she's willing me to look at Sarah, giving me a little thumbs up when I see our friend flirting outrageously with both Lewis and Nancy's flat mate. That's it then, my decision's as good as made for me, now all I have to do is pray to God he doesn't hate me when I'm finished. It doesn't take long for everyone to resume their places from earlier, everyone for some reason, sitting exactly where they were before.
Christ, my hands are shaking as the seconds tick away and I'm left just willing someone to mention carrying on where we left off so I don't look so friggin desperate. I guess I needn't have worried, what with having Hannah on side.
"What did John Paul have to do to Craig again?" she suddenly blurts out, eyes all round like saucers, the picture of innocence. She looks at Craig first, who's still not been able to meet my gaze since he walked back in the room, smiling to herself when she notices the same blush creep up his neck that I've spotted. Funny that, considering he wasn't too phased with what he had to do to Spike earlier in the game. Then again, Spike isn't his best mate who's house he kips over at almost every week.
Shit!
I start having doubts that I'm doing the right thing when it occurs to me that if I push things too far it could ruin our friendship. Then Hannah's words filter back through my conscience and I realise it'd be worth it. Not ruining our entire friendship but then that wouldn't...couldn't happen anyway but, taking the chance. If all else fails, I can just feign being more pissed than I am, pretend to wake up tomorrow having completely blanked out what's happened tonight. Or I can laugh it off, make out it's no big deal and if he starts stressing then it'll be like it's him blowing everything out of proportion. Besides, it's not like I'm going to do anything really bad.
Alright so, I want to kiss him, really want to kiss him, like he kissed Hannah before but with more passion and all the pent up desire I feel for him. I can't though, for two reasons. Firstly, if I did that then I'd probably end up choking on the ice cube and remembering the kiss for all the wrong reasons and secondly, there'd be no hiding my true feelings from anyone, especially Craig if I kissed him like that because I wouldn't be able to hold back.
"Come on John Paul".
"Yeah, get on with it!"
"Or we'll give you an even harder task". I look around my friends...yeah friends, shaking my head in mock annoyance. I can't really be angry, after all, this is like a dream come true for me but having them jeering me on from the sidelines isn't exactly helping to calm my nerves.
"Alright just...gimme a minute yeah" I turn my head to look at Craig who's sat kind of nervously, his hand flying across the scruff of his neck so forcefully I'm surprised he's not drawing blood. Ohh God, what if he really doesn't want to do this? Should I be the one to back out so they don't take the piss out of him? Shit! What to do, what to do...
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