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PART ELEVEN

John Paul

The next ten minutes or so flies by and the truth or dare questions that'd started out reasonable and tame... 'where did you lose your virginity' and 'whos the first person you kissed' have become more and more outrageous as time's gone on. Drinks were flowing, everyone was relaxing and by the time a disheveled Lewis and blushing but beaming Hannah were let out of the room, we'd covered topics from S&M to porn to favourite positions, thankfully none of those questions directed at me. Finding out Spike had been watching and collecting porn since he was thirteen hadn't come as much of a surprise to me but hearing Craig admit that his favourite position was doggy style, did. It was something of a revelation, not just to me, is seems, but to Sarah too, if her reaction had been anything to go by. She'd insisted that it couldn't be, he liked it when she was in control but he'd put her straight, snapping back at her with a 'how the hell would you know, you never ask'. Thank Christ the awkward silence was dispelled when it became apparent that time was well past up and we had to let the amorous couple out.

The next round of spinning saw both Freddy (in blindfold with hands tied) and Sarah get locked in the utility cupboard, the pairing appearing to be just what Craig needed in order to let himself relax and start having fun again, which, in hindsight was weird but I wasn't in a position to question it.

This time the questions just got stupid ranging from 'which past Prime minister would you fuck', Hannah was not impressed with that one, to 'what's the most times you've come in a day?', meaning that most of us started taking dares. Christ it was embarrassing, especially when I chose a dare instead of replying to Lewis's outrageous, 'if you had to shag an animal what would it be?' and had to show my blow job technique on a bottle of lager, only to find the one Craig was drinking from at that moment in time thrust into my hand.

Wrapping my lips around the bottle and closing my eyes at the thought of Craig's lips having just been where mine were right at that moment, I ended up blowing it better than I ever thought possible. Don't get me wrong, I don't for a second think that doing it to a guy is anything like doing the same thing to an inanimate object but the the faint smell of his aftershave around the neck of the bottle where he'd held it and then the slight taste of crisps around the rim where his lips and tongue had been was enough to get me picturing giving major head to the real thing.

I get right into it, putting on a show of hollowing my cheeks, sucking and slurping a good few inches into my mouth, just as I imagine I would if it was Craig's cock in my mouth. Then, I draw back, my lips feathering little kisses from the wide body of the bottle all the way to the rim, my tongue flicking out over the hole at the top before my lips close a tight suction around it once more.

"Hmm", was that me or someone else groaning? Opening my eyes and lifting my head completely I stare at the group around me, Hannah and Nancy both pretty wide eyed, though Nancy has a filthy smirk on her face, Lewis watching with his eyebrows raised, blowing air out from his cheeks, Spike pretty much fucking me with his eyes, his hand resting on his thigh, his thumb tracing the hard line of flesh beneath the tight denim of his jeans and lastly...Craig. Fuck! Thinking about Craig's as I'd performed fellatio on the bottle, had distracted me from the fact that the real thing was watching me. Jeezus! What was I thinking? Staring back at him now, I can't get a read on what he's thinking but my face is flaming.

His lips are parted, eyes staring, heavy lidded, not at me but at the bottle in my hand. He licks his lips, his tongue swiping across the fleshy pink surface to leave a glistening trail of saliva in it's wake, the wetness there tempting me to lean over and lick it away. Tempting but, I'm not stupid. He wets them again and I realise he's just thirsty so to break the tension that seems to be surrounding us, I pass him his drink back, smiling sheepishly. He takes it and lifts it to his mouth without hesitation, downing the rest of the lager in a few long pulls, his adams apple bobbing as he gulps down the liquid. Holy hell, I feel like my bloody erections going to burst it's way through my jeans to stab into the cushion it gets so hard, painfully so as I watch his lips wrap around the bottle exactly where mine had been seconds earlier. Fuck! I don't think I could react any more powerfully if I was actually kissing him.

Then it's empty and he lifts it away, looking at it properly, the realisation finally dawning on him that it was the same bottle I'd just been giving oral to. It crashes off the table top as it slips from his fingers, bouncing off the cheap imitation wood onto the carpet at his feet. He picks it up fumbling it before placing it on the table, voicing an apology to Nancy as he edges out of the room.

"Craig! I'll have another beer too ta mate" Lewis shouts through, turning his ear to the door as he listens for a reply. We hear a muffled response and a curse and taking that as an affirmative, we start with the next round of dares. Somewhere between Spike and Lewis simulating their favourite positions and Hannah singing the American national anthem in her best impression of Marilyn Monroe, Craig comes back in carrying a six pack of lagers and a full bottle of whiskey with a stack of shot glasses.

"Oh, getting into the good stuff now eh?" Spike contributes, pouring out a couple of fingers of Glenfiddich into the glasses. We each grab a shot and down it, the hot surge of liquid fire hitting my throat making my eyes tear. Craig pulls a face and grimaces but still downs the refill that Spike pours.

"Easy there mate" I breathe a sigh of relief and throw a smile his way as Lewis covers Craig's glass the next time Spike moves in to fill it, frowning and shaking his head at my boyfriend, taking the decision of Craig getting completely bladdered out of my friends hands. It's only when Hannah mentions the time and that Freddy and Sarah have been in the closet for ages, that I realise what his need to get pissed is all about.

"I'll go get em yeah?" Nancy says, sensing the tension that's suddenly hanging in the air. A couple of minutes later, the pair of them come in, Freddy first, hair sticking up haphazardly, avoiding Craig's gaze...guess he's worked out he was in there with Sarah then, and then Sarah...looking just like someone who's spent the last ten minutes making out with a different bloke other than her boyfriend. I glance towards Craig but I don't think he's even noticed them re enter the room as he's spaced out staring thoughtfully at the couch behind me. To cover the awkward silence that's descended on the group, Nancy gets Spike to pour Sarah and Freddy a drink, then reaches once more for the empty wine bottle, giving it one hell of a spin.

"John Paul!" I see Craig lift his head and look at me, smiling back shyly when I smile at him, though he seems suddenly anxious and distracted.

"Oi, John Paul!" It's only when my name's repeated and Nancy looks pointedly towards the bottle that I realise it was her that said my name in the first place and that the neck of the damn thing is pointing my way. Shit! There was me kinda hoping that with a few more drinks and Craig in a relaxed mood, I might actually get a sly kiss or get to see him half naked again but...nooo, I've only gone and got myself in the position of being on the receiving end of some light S&M. Okay so maybe that's a bit far fetched considering only my hands will be tied but still, cringing in the cupboard with Spike, or one of the girls, or worse, a virtual stranger, it's not exactly my idea of fun. Crikey, what if I end up with Hannah!

Alright, no, this is okay. Nancy approaches me as I slip my hoodie off over my head, tying it securely around my waist, figuring it'll be hot inside the closet. Then I kind of stick my hands in front of me held together at the wrist so no one's really paying attention that Nancy's tying them there and not the back so yeah, point to me then. Then she frigging tosses the blindfold to Craig who stares down at it a bit dumb, pulling the silky material between is fingers before stepping forwards and grasping my shoulders lightly as he turns me away from him. Christ, maybe this is for the best, having to go get locked in the utility cupboard for a while because just that one touch from Craig is enough to have zinging currents of electricity shooting through my shoulder. He starts lifting it in front of my face and a little panic overtakes me, causing me to suddenly grab his hand, stilling him.

"Mate, it'll be fine, stop fretting" he whispers, his warm breath tickling behind my ear. I look back over my shoulder, my nose almost touching his because he's still leaning forwards. Oh hell, I just went and glanced down at his lips then didn't I? I think he noticed too because he just licked them, making them all glistening and wet and inviting. Oh God! My heart stars racing in my chest and I can feel my hands shaking, my whole body actually trembling.

"Hey! Oi John Paul, it'll be fine, you don't have to do anything yeah?" I can feel myself nodding, remembering the rule that I dictate the pace and can stop any time. "Unless you want to" he suddenly adds, his voice a bit husky from the whiskey. "Go with your instincts yeah". I nod my head again and smile in acknowledgment, the gorgeous smile he throws back warming my whole boy from the inside out. At my nod of acquiesce, he lifts the blindfold once more and secures it firmly but not too tight behind my head, turning me when it's in place to adjust it over my eyes.

"Sorted, you ready?"

"I suppose". A hand takes mine but it's not Craig's I can tell, it's softer and smaller, making me think it's either Nancy or Hannah, my first thought confirmed when I get slight push into the utility cupboard and I'm told to have fun. Then that's it, I'm on my own, completely in the dark, nerves absolutely swamping my senses. It's funny, the only thing missing is my sight and yet it's like all my other senses go into overdrive.

I can smell the familiar fragrance of wood furniture polish and the slightly less overpowering but still pungent scent of pine cleaner mingled with the clean, fresh fragrance of washing powder. I'm not sure which of Nancy's neighbours is still up at this ridiculous time of night but one of them has the washing machine running, the slow, churning turn of the drum occasionally blocking out the sounds I'm trying to attune myself to from inside the flat. Reaching out, I have a feel around with my fingertips, noting the washer and dryer standing next to each other at one side of the room, feeling my way along some shelving with plastic bottles and jars on it. Then, stepping forward a little, my foot makes contact with a mop bucket as I accidentally kick it loudly on the floor at me feet. By the time I've sent a couple of bottle of cleaning stuff over too, I decide it's best to just stand still and wait.

The waiting though. I don't think I've felt as anxious as this since the time me and Craig were getting changed in his back room ready for the dance off. Bloody hell, that'd been torture. And the kiss...fleeting but fuuckk, that kiss had held so much bloody promise to me. I wish I'd known at the time that that'd be the start and finish of anything more between me and Craig because I can honestly say, if I'd have known, I'd have done a damn sight more than just stand there stunned and smiling. I'd have taken that bloody kiss and turned it into so much more. I'd have left him with no doubt at all what a proper kiss should feel like, not this pecking, tongue diving crap he has going on with Sarah. I'd have slipped in a little tongue, yes it's true but it wouldve been so much more intimate and subtle and fucking fantastic.

Shit! That wasn't a good idea. Now I'm sporting another bloody hard on, the nerves I'd felt at the bottle landing on me having got rid of the last one. Oh well, at least if I get Spike or one of the other lads, I can think about putting it to good use because the one thing I know, the one thing I'm sure of is that I'm not going to get the chance of that kiss with Craig again.

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