As promised, it's smutty...
CHAPTER TWELVE JOHN PAUL
"We're...we're staying here?" John Paul turns, his lips parted, eyes wide as he swings his arm in an arc behind him, gesturing towards our home for the next three days. "You're kidding me? It's...it's fucking amazing Craig, how did you do it?"
"They seemed to think of this as a step down from the hotel because of the amenities and stuff. Remember the hotel has the gym and everything" he reminds me, a little uncertain. Was he kidding? Mind? I'd get Craig all to myself, could love him as loudly and enthusiastically as I wanted without worrying about bothering anyone but the wildlife. No, I can definitely say I don't mind.
"Somehow, I think I'll manage without a gym Craig, this place seems wonderful". He looks around at the stark, snowy landscape and then his gaze comes to rest on me again.
"It's just Matias said they could transfer us to a different, more exclusive hotel in Rovaniemi but I thought this might actually suit us more...are you sure you don't mind?" he's biting his lip now, worrying it, talking himself out of the decision he's made, despite my reassurance that this is better. Words are still failing me though so I just shake my head and take his hand, pretty much yanking him off his feet into the warmth of the little log cabin...our log cabin.
I know I should be excited, wanting to explore the place we're staying in, find out from Craig what we'll do about meals and such and I am excited, I really am but to be honest, all that comes second to something else I want to find out. Dropping my bags, I wait for Craig to close the outer and inner door to seal in the warmth and then that's it, I have to taste him...properly, see if he's as sweet and intoxicating as I remember. He literally turns from the door and I'm on him, my hands tugging off his hat and flinging it across the room before going to his cheeks, pulling him into me. His lips part on an exclamation of surprise and I note his eyes widen, the dark cocoa depths filling with desire and sparkling in the soft, amber glow from the candle lights around the room. A split second later and they're obscured from my view and covered by his lids, his eyelashes fluttering like cute hairy caterpillars onto his cheeks.
My lips muffle his exclamation as they press against his, moving lightly, coaxing his to open up and let me taste him. He takes his time though, resisting me, seeming to thrill in the knowledge that I'm literally thirsty for him. I just start to back off slightly, playing him at his own game when he presses back full force, surging against me, knocking me back against the golden timber paneling of the wall, pinning me there without actually restraining me. He's breathing heavy as he looks at me, his dark, hooded gaze focusing on mine, his chest heaving beneath the layers of padded winter gear, the firm, warmth of his thigh intimately pressed between my legs. Then his gaze drops to my lips and his head dips and I finally get the kiss I've been yearning months for. He doesn't have to persuade me to open up as his mouth moves gently and then more forcefully against mine, his tongue sweeping out to meet mine, the soft tips touching sending an instantaneous jolt of desire straight to my dick.
We gasp, our breaths mingling deliciously, the taste of the hot chocolate we'd not long since consumed still evident as I take his lower lip between mine, sipping on it, tugging lightly when I capture the soft, full flesh between my teeth. He groans low in his throat, his tongue flicking out to tangle with mine and it's like a massive current of electricity ignites inside my veins, traveling throughout my entire body.
I start to grapple with the velcro and zip at the front of his jacket but it's proving impossible considering I'm still wearing the gloves that'd come with the rest of the outfit. Pulling away from him, gasping for breath, I tug the glove off with my teeth, dispersing of the other one now I've got my fingers free. Then I make short work of the fastenings holding his coat closed, pushing the wind and snow proof material off his shoulders and down his arms until it falls to the floor.
That's a little better, at least now I can make out the silhouette of his lithe frame, feel the outline of his muscles beneath my fingers as I wrap them around his arm. He looks down at himself, then at me and after divesting himself of his gloves, he reaches out, getting rid of both my coat and hat quickly, his fingers running through my hair, stroking the soft strands back off my forehead. With just a little pressure to the back of my head, he tugs me forwards, his lips leaving a trail of damp kisses from my temple, along my cheek bone to my jaw where he stops, his mouth lingering there as he pulls the zipper of my navy fleece jacket down. Once it's unfastened, he pushes it away and down, the warm breath at my throat eagerly replaced with the silky wetness of his tongue.
I groan, my head dropping back between my shoulders so my neck is even more exposed to him, the feel of his mouth as it teases over my pulse making me shiver, despite the ambient warmth of the room. His hands aren't idle either, something I note when I feel them slip around my back to cup my arse, his fingers squeezing impatiently when he tugs at the material, meeting resistance.
"Fuck John Paul, how many layers?" he mutters, lifting his head and taking a step back to look at me. I glance down at myself and see what he sees and I can't help thinking I look a little bit ridiculous because I'm wearing a long sleeved thermal t shirt...also something his mum got me, with his grey t shirt over it. Then on top of that I'm wearing this dungarees style winter gear and big, heavy boots which it has to be said, isn't very flattering. If I was a lumberjack say, or I worked on a fishing boat then it might look okay but believe me, there's nothing at all inviting about this get up. It doesn't seem to deter him though, if anything he seems to see it as a challenge as his tongue pokes out between his teeth, this intense look of concentration on his face as he tackles the various fastenings, poppers and zips, relief etched in his features when he eventually pushes them down over my hips and arse.
"About fucking time" he growls, his eyes all lusty and stormy when they clash with mine, a wave of tenderness softening them when he sees me looking back, no doubt a similar look of desire radiating from my eyes. As if thinking he's maybe been too harsh, he leans in and kisses me gently, just for a second, holding back the urgency that we're both feeling. It doesn't last long and seconds later he's knelt on the floor in front of me, still wearing his own hired fleece and trousers. He pushes my boxers down past my knees and my dick springs free, making him chuckle lightly as he jerks his head back to avoid getting an eyeful...literally. I look down when I hear him suck in his breath, taking in the dark unruly hair and the way the ends fall luxuriously against the nape of his neck. He doesn't seem perturbed though as he lifts the skin tight fabric of the t shirts up over my belly, smattering kisses across my stomach, taking his time now as he starts to re familiarise himself with the rest of my body. Then I close my eyes in anticipation of his touch when I see him reach out, his fingertips brushing against the hyper sensitive tip of my dick.
"Oh fuckk!" I hiss between my teeth, my head falling back against the wooden wall at his exquisite touch. Bloody hell...three months, three flaming months I've waited for this intimacy and "ohh myy Go...ohh", it's better than I imagined. He does it again, this time wrapping his fingers around me, his thumb pressing more insistently along the shaft as he wanks me a couple of times. Dropping my hand to his hair, I let my fingers spear through it, relishing at the soft, silky feel of it. He tilts his head back and I look down, noting that his eyes are dark once more, almost black with desire as he looks back at me. I'm tempted to give him a nudge, urge him to take me in his mouth, to lick me and suck me to heaven and back but right now, I want something more primal.
As if sensing what I want, he stands back up, jutting his hips forward so I can work at the zip of his jacket, leaving it hanging from his arms for him to sort out.
"Nice" I comment, raising my eyebrows as I flick the elasticated braces holding his waterproof trousers in place. He spreads his hands wide, flushing a little, his own gaze dropping to my gear, still pooled around my ankles.
"You've no room to talk, you're wearing a fucking romper suit" he fires back, biting his lip to hold back a chuckle. Now that's below the belt so my hands go straight to my hips, ready to challenge him despite wanting him so much it hurts.
"Well yours looks like...umph!" I don't get chance to tell him what it looks like because his mouth silences my argument and his hands go straight to my waist, knocking mine away as he pulls me closer, my dick pressing insistently and painfully between us. My hands go to his shoulders whipping down the braces and then I attack the trousers, sliding my fingers beneath the elasticated waistband, pushing them down over his arse. He wriggles his hips to help as he continues to kiss me fervently, his tongue stroking so deliciously against mine before forcing it's way past into my mouth.
Breaking away from me, he hauls his t shirt and the long sleeved vest over his head and flings it to one side, the action leaving his hair standing in tufts on his head making my fingers itch to plough through it and stroke it back into place. His gaze drops to my dick and mine to his for a second or two before lifting back to meet his gaze, both of us reaching for our bags at the same time.
"Where the fuck...? Shit!" I can hear Craig muttering and cursing to himself as he starts tossing items of clothing haphazardly onto the floor as he searches. I'm just as bad, rummaging beneath the folded clothing and essential items until I find what I'm searching for.
"Found it!"
"Yes!"
We look at each other, both of us triumphant as we hold a condom and some lube aloft. Then it's like realisation dawns on me what he has in his hand and I frown.
"Have you...?" I can't finish the sentence, the tightening in my stomach and throat making it impossible to voice my fears. He looks at me questioning and then his brow furrows and his eyes widen, looking from the prophylactic in my hand to the one in his.
"No way...no I haven't..." he shakes his head emphatically. He hesitates for a second, licks his lips and then turns his gaze back to mine. "You?" I'm shaking my head before he's even finished asking, the knot around my heart unfurling, making it easier to breath with each passing second..
"No!..." I say vehemently, "no...it's not even...I wouldn't..." my words come out garbled but I reckon he gets the message because he starts to smile, the tenseness in his body that I hadn't even registered at first suddenly ebbing away. "There's no one but you Craig...why have you...?" I wave my hand at the condom still held between his fingers and he follows my gaze, his cheeks stained an endearing shade of pink as he shrugs, suddenly shy.
"I didn't want to presume" he mumbles, dropping the protection to the floor.
"Me either" I say, pretty much throwing the foil packet half way across the floor. "Come here" I whisper, pulling him to me, grabbing hold of him as he stumbles on the clothing still bunched around his ankles. Throwing his hands up exasperated, he yanks at the laces of his boots and wrestles them off, kicking them away as he takes that last step towards me.
"Hey" I say by way of a greeting. He smiles back, taking a deep breath.
"Hi". I kiss him quickly on the lips and then turn, unable to wait any longer, my whole body suffering from Craig deprivation. I place my palms flat against the smooth logs of the wall bracing myself and then look back at him over my shoulder
"Is it okay...?" he looks on, watching me, eyes looking back questioningly at my query.
"What?"
"Can you...?" I incline my head and give him this come hither smile that I feel I've really been perfecting. He still looks a bit puzzled though bless him, no doubt sleep deprived or something. I wiggle my arse a little tiny bit but not enough to look stupid and his eyebrow raises.
"W...? Ohh..." he grins, " I thought you'd never ask". I toss him the small bottle of lube and watch as he catches it and then I close my eyes, resting my head on my forearm, waiting. I hear the bottle lid unsnap and a shiver of anticipation wracks my body, my throbbing dick weeping it's eagerness as my fingers wrap around it. I hear him squirt some of the oily liquid onto his fingers and then I'm just waiting, my arse twitching so fucking impatiently for him to touch me.
"Ohh fuckk!" I cry out, not even attempting to stifle the moan of absolute pleasure when his fingers push against me, breaching my tight hole. I feel his chest against my back, his hot breath teasing across my neck as he sucks on it, the two fingers inside me pivoting and stroking as he coats me inside with the lubricant, loosening me up.
"Fuck you're tight" he growls huskily in my ear, his tongue flicking across the heated skin where he was just kissing me. I push back against him and as though sensing my impatience, he removes his fingers and positions himself behind me. Letting go of myself, I reach behind me and grasp his cock firmly, stroking up and down a couple of times, the butterflies in my tummy suddenly waking and going berserk at the prospect of feeling his hot, hard length inside me.
"Christ John Paul, I'm gonna come if you keep that up" he pants harshly, unconsciously thrusting into my hand. Stopping the movements I take a slight step back, holding the tip of him against my arse cheeks, waiting for him to take control. He does, grasping his cock in one hand whilst the fingertips of his other caresses up and down between the groove before sliding inside me once more. Then I feel him part my cheeks, the head of his cock nudging forward and I rest my forehead on my arm, bracing myself against the wall as he pushes forward and breaches the tight muscle, knocking the breath from my lungs.
"Oh ffuck, oh my..." I groan and sigh as I adjust to the feel of him back inside me where he belongs and it's all I can do not to let the flood of emotions that have been welling up inside me for months break free and spill forth. Not tears of pain or sadness but relief and an overwhelming, intense need to have him this close to me. He pushes forward, his hands holding my hips now and I get that wonderful, unique feeling of being filled, my body practically inviting him inside now as I adjust to his fullness.
"Oh God that's good" he growls, his hand snaking around so his fingers can splay across my stomach, his arm wrapped tightly around me. He holds himself there for a second or two so both of us can get accustomed once more to what had become familiar to us and then he widens his stance, his hips gyrating slowly as he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back inside me.
"Holy shit!" I gasp out, my eyes closing as I let the smell and feel and sounds of him assault my senses, his cock deep inside me and his fingers playing at my nipple sending me to dizzying heights. There's no way I'm going to last very long at all as he fucks me with long, fluid motions, his cock almost coming out of me each time before pounding back into me, Craig's thighs slapping deliciously against the backs of mine. He's not as vocal as he is sometimes which I find unusual so I glance back over my shoulder, my heart leaping into my throat when he smiles at me, gasping, his eyes closing briefly before locking back on mine. His hair is plastered to his forehead and his lip is caught between his teeth as he concentrates, his brows furrowed.
"John Paul...fuck!" He sighs my name, his hand stroking across my breast bone and down my chest to my stomach beneath my t shirt, his fingers curling around my dick making me cry out with unexpected pleasure as they slip over the precum around the head. Then he begins wanking me with deft strokes, his hand moving in perfect tandem with his hips.
"Oh ff...ohh Craig!" A couple more jerks of his hand and I'm throwing my head back against his shoulder and arching my back, crying out his name as the intensity of my orgasm shakes me to the core, the warm, wetness of my essence covering his fingers and my stomach as it pulses from me in spurts. He growls roughly in my ear as I clench around him with each pulsation, my arse contracting and milking his cock as it hits my prostate as he continues to thrust inside me.
"John...John Paul!" His hand grasps my hip, his other arm wrapping firmly once more around my tummy, both appendages pulling me in as he lets out a low, guttural cry of release, his cock slamming into me to the hilt as he comes inside me with erratic, jerky spasms. "Oh...ohh my..." he thrusts inside me one last time before dropping his hands, smattering a little group of kisses at the nape of my neck. Then I feel him rest his face between my shoulder blades as he holds onto me, his chest pressed damply against my spine, his hot, laboured breaths caressing moist air against my skin
I'm waiting for that familiar giggle but it doesn't come this time as he withdraws himself and adjusts against me, taking a shaky step back so only his hands are in contact now. He doesn't break the connection though, he simply begins to knead my shoulder with one hand as the other glides along the curve of my spine.
"Are you okay?"
Blinking, I turn suddenly at his quiet query, still panting for breath and trying to get some kind of control of my thoughts as I capture his hand at my shoulder before it slides away, lifting it to my lips. Holding it there delicately, I lift my other hand to his cheek, my eyes smiling back at him as my thumb rasps lightly over his short dark facial hairs.
"I'm...I've never felt better Craig". He nods and smiles then, his eyes sparkling and coming even more alive as he looks at me. Then he pulls me into a hug and holding him close like that, it's like the dams open because I'm suddenly trembling in his arms, fat warm tears trailing down my cheeks. I sniff and hiccup them back, the sounds escaping from me prompting Craig to pull back and look at me frowning. He lifts his hand and wipes them away with the fleshy pads of his palms before tugging me close once more.
"I really missed you too JP, more than you'll ever know."
As always, thanks so much for reading, comments and replies are greatly appreciated.
Nicky xx
