PART NINETY FIVE
JOHN PAUL
I'm glad we got all that sorted and now I felt warm and fuzzy inside because he had told me, categorically that he fancied me, he wanted me.....I'd, quite literally felt it. If I didn't believe he was invested in this before then the look on his face when I said I wanted to forget everything certainly told me he was now. He'd looked gutted and I'd felt awful when I realised I hadn't exactly made it clear, what I meant. But that was gone now anyway and I wasn't going to dwell on it anymore.
We'd decided to get over it with a couple more drinks before heading back to the flat but then Sammi had come over with this clear spirit that had real gold flakes in it and we both ended up getting a little bit more tipsy. She even brought mini burgers that had funny little skewers in them and tiny hot dogs, so it was like having midnight snacks in the nightclub but at 3am. When Craig asked me....well no, told me to get up so we could have a bit more time dancing I thought it was a great idea, I just didn't know that I wasn't going to be able to stand up properly.
The table was in his way, so he had to crawl underneath it to get in front of me. He put his arm around my back and hauled me up out of the seat as I grabbed hold of the table for support. He was stronger than he looked, which was a good job because I needed all the help I could get. I giggled as he put his hand on my backside to stop me sitting back down.
"You're hands on my bum Craig" I felt the need to inform him of this fact, just in case he wasn't aware. He gave it a squeeze before moving it behind my back, pressing the flat of his hand against my spine as he pulled on my arm.
"Come on John Paul lets go dance". To an outsider it must look comical because he was pulling and tugging with all his might but I just couldn't budge. He bent down and slapped my face until I looked him in the eye. "Get up now.....or I'll never kiss you again" he said in his most persuasive, provocative voice. I thought about it really, really hard. It wasn't an option really but then i remembered something. I reached into my pocket for my wallet and drew out the two vouchers I'd saved there.
"You've got no choice mate" I said with a shake of my head showing them to him. He looked at them briefly. "See....it says there, you have to do what the cheque says....or I'll call the police and have you arrested for going back on your word" I told him succinctly as I wave them around in his face. He snatches them from me and stuffs them into his pocket.
"A kiss and breakfast in bed eh? Well, get your arse up and i might throw in something else as a treat". What? I didn't know exactly what else he might throw in but I was up like....well, like my little pecker. "Thought that might get you moving" he said with a soft chuckle. Too right!
Between us we managed to manouvre over to the stairs but looking down....a long way down, I thought I might fall. He was still propping me up but I suggested using the lift. He shook his head though.
"Not a good idea lifts....remember last time?" Oh yes! Did I ever. Actually that's why I was hoping he'd take me up on my suggestion, so I wasn't impressed that he turned me down flat. "I might not stop if we do" he whispered in my ear. Exactly! So why not go back? Oh yeah....lift, club, lots of people.....us not stopping, probably for the best. My whole body shook with the shiver of anticipation that shot down my spine. There was going to be more then? Oh my!
The music was throbbing through the speakers and the floor was still pretty packed so we just jumped right in, bouncing around, waving our arms and basically letting loose. Someone passed us some glow sticks and within minutes Craig had a whistle around his neck and was decked out in bright, fluorescent necklaces of every colour and style imaginable. The foam was no longer pumping through the vents but the dance floor was still covered in the stuff, making it hard to stand let alone dance properly, it was so slippery.
One of my favourite party/dance tunes comes on so of course I reach out to Craig, yelling in his ear, telling him it's the best, giving him really suggestive looks. He was laughing his head off though, not really the response I was looking for. I pull him quite close and lean in so he can hear me singing the words to him. I put on a really husky, deep voice, just like the bloke who's actually singing the song.
"There's so many thing I like about you, I just don't know where to begin...Okay well,
I like the way you look at me with those ...beautiful eyes, I like the way you act... all surprised.
I like the way you....sing along, I like the way you....always get it wrong.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong but that starts off as one very sexy song but for some reason he's still laughing. I get a sudden burst of confidence and pull him into me, my hands lingering on his hips as our thighs touch. He's not bloody laughing now, is he? My cock is straining to get out of my pants again and, looking down I see that he's hard too. My eyes fly back up to his which are wide open, his mouth is gaping too. This time I look right at him, melting into his gaze as I sing the next bit.
! like the way you....clap your hands, I like the way you....love to dance,
I like the way you put your hands up, in the air, I like the way you...shake your hair.
I like the way you...love to touch, I like the way you....stare so much,
But most of all....yeah...most of all....
I like the way you move!!!"
Our bodies are grinding together, in sync with the music, our eyes never leaving each others faces. I find the courage to take the lead again, cupping the back of his head as I bring him in for a kiss. It's not like the other kisses. This is raw, frenzied, full of all my pent up frustration and need. I want to devour him right here and now but I can't. I pull back and take a quick breather before going back for more. This time it's different....softer, gentler. I take his lips, his tongue, his mouth, the way I want to touch him, probing, exploring, taking my time and lingering as wave after wave of desire courses through my body. He feels me, I know he can feel how much I want him and for the first time he doesn't draw back as I move against him.
It was different earlier when he danced behind me and rubbed against me. He was setting the pace then, he was the one laying the boundaries but since his admission upstairs I knew, for definite this time that he wanted me too. He might not be ready to take a giant leap, but we weren't talking little tiny baby steps either. My head was spinning, I felt dizzy as he ran his hands up my back, his fingers feeling every inch of it. I mimic his movements, mirror every caress he makes as I touch his taut, bronzed skin. I still can't believe I'm touching Craig Dean.
A moan escapes me as he pulls his mouth away. It's a bit embarrassing because as he moves his upper body backwards away from me, I kind of follow him, leaning further forward, my lips still pursed from kissing him. God, I must look desperate, as if I can't bear to not be touching him. He takes hold of my shoulders and draws back further.
"I think....I think we should get going". I nod my head and follow him back up the stairs, staring at his ass the whole way as it sways right in front of my face. I put a hand out to grab it but miss, stumbling onto my knees, my hand gripping onto the chrome railing for dear life. I start giggling, don't ask me why, my knee's killing me. He turns around and comes running back down as he sees my predicament.
"Falling for ya Craig!" He laughs and rolls his eyes as he nudges his head beneath my arm so it's hooked around his shoulder. He manages to get us to the top of the stairs with no more mishaps and then he unceremoniously dumps me down in the booth.
"Ouch!...Ooh, my head hurts". The music's changed as the DJ starts to wind it down but I can't appreciate it, I don't feel so good now. He's looking at me concerned and I try to smile, show him I'm fine but I think it comes across as more of a grimace. He puts his hand gently on my shoulder as he tells me he's going to get some water and say bye to Sadie. I shake my head, not a good idea....I don't know, he still can't get her name right.
CRAIG
We manage to get him downstairs okay....just. It takes me and Mike about five minutes, with the help of Sadie holding the doors open, to get us both out into the cool night air. Things got a bit dicey in the lift as he seemed to think it was okay to grab Mike's backside and I thought he might get a thump but the bar man seemed to see the funny side. He even stayed with him whilst i went back inside to thank Ian for the tickets and grab our jackets. When I got back to him, John Paul was leaning against the wall, his hands on his knees as he squatted down on the pavement.
"He says he's getting vertigo and needed to be nearer the floor" I was told on my return.
"Right....thanks Mike, top night!". He patted my arm and went back into the club, leaving me to deal with the mess that was my best friend.
Standing back I survey the situation, running my hands through my hair in frustration...both kinds! I really should be thinking about how I'm going to get him back to the flat sometime before the sun comes up but all I can think is how unbelievably cute he looks. His hair is disheveled, his shirt is still hanging loosely from the back of his pants and he looks like he might throw up any minute, so why? I ask myself, has he never looked so appealing. I crouch down until he has me in his direct line of vision and wait for his eyes to focus on mine. Ten minutes later...okay, slight exaggeration, he looks up and gives me the sappiest smile ever. Any feelings of animosity melted away as his twinkling blue eyes dance before me a cross between adoration and wickedness gleaming from them.
"Craig?"
"Yeah?"
"You've got no clothes on". Actually I have but as I was crouched down at eye level and he hadn't taken his eyes off my chest, I could see why he was getting confused. He shivers as I pull him to his feet so I drag the shirt from his pants and attempt to assist him into it. He's getting all twisted in the damp fabric and as he manages to make a fist and punch his hand through the sleeve he catches me in the stomach.
"Oof!" Fuck he packs a punch, must be all those hours in his bedroom pounding away on his punch bag. The blow takes me by surprise, I've never been one for fighting and I'm left doubled over and winded.
"Oh shit! Sorry Craig, come here". He looks frantic as stumbles over and surveys the damage, pressing on my ribs and the undercarriage, feeling at the area the blow just landed. It doesn't hurt that bad actually but it's nice having his hands wander over me so I don't say anything straight away. "It seems fine, no permanent damage" he reassures me.
"Mmm....oh, right....good" I was getting a little distracted. "Right Ali, let's get you sorted, eh?" I pulled the sides of his shirt together but he slaps my hand away, letting it fall back open. He's in no mood to be messed with so I guess I'll just have to look at his bare chest all the way back....Oh the trials that are sent to test us. He puts his jacket on though, this time managing to sort himself out without doing me any damage and I have to say, it makes him look really cool, like....rock star cool. Hair mussed, his clothes in disarray, pale, firm chest on display....yeah, he looks like a fucking God as far as I'm concerned and what makes him even sexier is....he hasn't a clue.
That's where he differs from my other relationships....well that and the fact he's a man....but yeah, Natalie, Darlene and Sarah all knew how good looking they were, the first two thinking they were doing me a favour or something, letting me go out with them. But him....he seemed to think he was the lucky one because I liked him in return. Who was kidding who here, he's well out of my league and yet...he fancies me. Me!
He's watching me curiously as I look up in a dream state and I feel my face flushing beneath his scrutiny. I manage to wrestle my own wrinkled shirt back on and shrug into my jacket before I give him a nudge and we set off walking....staggering....whatever back in the direction of home. The sea breeze plays at his hair and it seems to glow, the golden strands highlighted beneath the incandescent light of the street lamp.
"JP....did I tell you, you look fucking fantastic?". I blurt out, my thoughts spilling into words. He looks at me shyly as he fiddles about with the zip on his jacket.
"You said I look stunning" he replies, biting his lip as he remembered our earlier conversation.
"You do...you do" I reply back, my voice barely above a whisper. My smile matches his....His! I think about that for a second. "You're a bloke"....there's nothing like stating the obvious to make you sound smart.
"I know".
"I fancy you!" I say incredulously, the thought finally sinking in.
".......I know".
"But....I'm not gay". It wasn't like it mattered but I felt the need to vocalise what I was thinking.
"I know!" He isn't exactly laughing but he is smiling as he waits to see where I'm going with this. I turn to him in earnest.
"It's you...it's just you!....I never...." I get cut off as his slips his hands around my waist and his lips land on mine, kissing away the rest of my sentence. It's over before it even began but his gaze connects with mine as he pulls back.
"Craig....I know" he assures me.
Good. That's good to know. I breathe a quick sigh of relief as we carry on walking.
PART NINETY SIX
CRAIG
"I like the way you...love to touch, I like the way you....stare so much,
But most of all....yeah...most of all....
I like the way you move!!!"
Na na na na na na....na na na na na na
Na na na na na na....na na na na na na
I like the way you move!!!"
"Ssh!" We were doing okay before he started trying to copy the instrumental but now it was going to shit. He'd started off just crooning the words to me as we entered the building which, I had to say was better than him keep singing 'Sexy Craig' as he had been doing all the way back to the 'Sexy Boy' lyrics we'd heard earlier. Unfortunately as we neared our room, he started to really belt it out.
"What, you're the one making a racket, shushing me!" He replied petulantly. The bloody key wouldn't turn in the lock again so I tried forcing my weight against it.
"Do you want us to get thrown out?"
"Nooo, besides Bab's likes me too much and I like sleeping in the same bed as you, you snuggle up to me and keep me all warm". As he said this, he was making himself comfortable on the floor at the top of the stairs, pulling at the sleeve of his jacket as he fought to free himself.
"Right well, let me get the key sorted and you can go snuggle up nice and warm inside". Bloody hell, I was twisting and turning it like mad but for the life of me the little sucker didn't want to budge.
"I like it here, it's comfy". I glanced down to see him curled up with his head resting on his jacket, one arm out of the sleeve and the other arm tucked beneath him still inside the sleeve. He looked freaking adorable but it wasn't exactly the way I'd planned it in my head.
"It's the top of the landing John Paul, I don't think Babs will appreciate falling over you in the morning".
"What! Like I've fallen for youuuu". He sings the last bit and grins up at me as I carry on wriggling the key about. His voice has grown hoarse throughout the course of the evening, giving it a very husky appeal. I like his usual voice but this one elicited rude images in my mind of seduction and persuasion.
"Not quite". I choose not to take him on. He's had a bit too much to drink and now isn't the time for our mood to sober up. No, I had a much more fun idea in mind. Aargh, if only I could get the bloody door open.
"Cause I have.....You're my mate....and I love ya". I smile at him in acknowledgment of what he said without committing to anything, luckily he's closed his eyes and doesn't seem to notice. Yes! Finally!
I manage to wrestle the key in the lock and hold the door open. He snuggles down further on the carpet, now using next doors draft excluder as a pillow.
"John Paul" I try the persuasive voice but i think he's already asleep. No he's not, he's pretending. I see his eyes open slightly as he peers at me from beneath his blond lashes, I can't mistake that flash of blue.
"Oi....John Paul!! I say a little louder to get his attention. I can't move away from the door because it's one of those spring loaded fire doors so it's up to him to get his ass in gear and get through it before I really do just leave him there.
"Either get your backside through this door or you can forget about that kiss I owe you". It worked earlier, I figured, why not use the same tactic now? He hesitated for...oh...half a second, then he was up in a flash, barging through the door, clutching at his head because he stood up too fast. I checked up and down the corridor to make sure we hadn't disturbed anyone before shutting the door firmly behind us.
I flicked the light switch and he screwed his eyes shut before attempting to squint. He sat on the edge of the bed, finally managing to get his jacket off before falling back diagonally against the pillows. I pottered about, stripping off my jacket and dispersing of my shirt, toeing off my shoes and socks before padding over to the bed and standing with hands on hips surveying the damage.
"What are you like" I asked with a shake of my head. He cranked one eye open, showing me he hadn't gone over to the dark side of oblivion yet.
"Where's my treat?" he slurred holding his arms out. What to do....what to do? I thought about it, maybe the massage I'd intended wasn't such a good idea, at this rate he'd be fast asleep in minutes....No I had to think of something that might help keep him awake. I thought back to all the things we'd received in the goody bags and one particular item sprang to mind, then another....then another. I chanced a glance at him. Would he go for it? Did I even have to tell him? Was it over stepping that invisible line. What the hell, you only live once right?
"Gimme a minute....and don't go asleep" I finished in no uncertain terms. His arms dropped back to the bed but I could feel his eyes following my movements as I set to task around the room, gathering things together. I felt a bit sticky and crap from the foam and champagne and thought about having a quick shower but one furtive glance in his direction turned my thoughts firmly away from that. It wasn't like I wasn't going to be even more sticky soon anyway, I thought logically.
The booze has definitely gone to my head because as I look at the things I'm holding I know there is no way in hell I'd contemplate doing this if I was sober, even if he was up for it. I might not be showing outward signs like John Paul is but I'm certainly feeling less tense than usual, even if I have got butterflies fluttering about on the inside and I feel like I might throw up....I'm kind of hoping that's because of the anticipation though, other wise things could get messy.
I go back over to the bed, his hot gaze following my every move. I don't want him to see what I have planned, mainly for the surprise but also because there was a chance he might say no. I shoved my collection beneath 'Snowflake' at the end of the bed and went to use the bathroom, suggesting to him that it might be a good idea for him to go next. He raised his eyebrows.
"Not for that!" Honestly, it's like his mind is permanently in the gutter. I tell him not to touch anything as I head off to use the toilet and freshen up, leaving the door open so I can hear him if he decides to cheat and start peaking. It doesn't take long to get sorted so I swap places with him, this time listening as I get things set up near the bed. My organisational skills set in as I lay one or two things out of sight in the drawer before sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come out.
