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PART NINETY NINE
CRAIG
"Craig?" His tentative enquiry brought me out of my reverie and I blinked, realising I was staring. "You okay?" Surely it should be me asking that question but of course, now it's over, I've frozen up stiffer than a lamp post.
"I'm....fine" well that's informative but what was I supposed to say....'shouldn't be asking this but...can we go again?'
"You?" Dear God, this had to be the politest conversation I'd ever had.
"Uh huh...fine". Good....that's, good. He bites his lip and I wonder if I should tell him what I'm really thinking but he gets in there first.
"Actually mate....that was fucking fantastic!"
"Yeah, really?" I know I might sound desperate but this is the kind of thing you really want to know.
"Yup! Never felt anything like it!" He sounds smug and has this massive grin on his face as if to convince me. I wasn't so naive as to think he didn't enjoy it, that would be just too coy on my part but to hear him say the words, tell me how much he liked it, that just made it even better. His foot moves, catching mine and I look down, blushing in the near dawn light as I realise he's still naked. He looks down too and, catching my eye he flushes. It's not just an embarrassed flush though, it's like he's glowing, his body showing me how much it enjoyed what I'd done. His eyes are saying something else though as they dart away, flicking towards the daylight that's peeping through the window.
I get up and adjust my underwear discreetly, making my way over to the curtains and closing them fully before sitting on the window seat, watching the colours in the sky change, the yellows and oranges and pinks confirming a bright new day. I'm not embarrassed about my body, he's told me enough times he thinks I'm gorgeous, which still makes me hard, but away from the atmosphere of the club there was something unnerving about him seeing how turned on I am. It's different for him, he's fully switched on to his sexuality and the thought of giving/receiving sex with a bloke is probably second nature to him but for me, it's still completely new. I didn't want to change anything, God no! But, out of the throes of passion, as the effects of the alcohol wears off, it wasn't quite so easy to feel relaxed.
I made my way over to the bed, intent on talking to him about it, so there were no great big elephants in the room but the soft even breaths coming from between his lips alerted me that he was sleeping. Typical, just like a bloke to fall asleep straight after. The irony of the situation didn't go unnoticed.
I'm still too wired over the whole night so I grab a blanket from the cupboard and flick it over him, making sure he's fully covered and comfortable before I head for the bathroom, turning on the shower until the hot jets of water stream out filling the room with thick, billowing clouds of damp air. Discarding my boxers, I step beneath the spray washing away every trace of grime and foam and sweat. The only thing I don't want to wash away is the feel of him and the smell of him.... Him!!
I shake my head at that one word. Him. Emotion over comes me as I finally let the enormity of my situation sink in. I fancy a man. I'm falling....deeper and deeper.....for a manand not just any man, John Paul! My best mate, the best friend I ever had, the one I want to come to....., I shake the thought from my head. Fuck!
Standing under the pouring water, I tried to picture the faces of my exes. Gorgeous Sarah who'd gone off to be a model and the equally beautiful Natalie and Darlene but I couldn't quite grasp them, they were too far away and their faces seemed too distant. I tried to pull forth an image of his sister Mercedes, who I'd fantasized about many a time with her firm, round boobs and pouty lips but every time I was able to she was standing next to her brother, like chalk and cheese as she sulked and he smiled making my chest tighten and flutter. Last of all I tried the celebs, random, beautiful talented women from the telly and films who I fancied a few days ago but they were distant, blurry and ever single one of them had the bluest eyes that flashed like lightning bolts when I imagined them looking at me. My body started trembling, my hands shaking like mad as I realised I didn't just fancy him, like him a lot, I loved him, do love him, am....in love with him and it scares the shit out of me.
The bottle of gel I was holding clatters to the shower basin, the din reverberating around the bathroom, loud in it's surrounding silence. I sink to my knees as the water pounds down on my shoulders and wonder what the hell I'm going to do any more. I can feel my resolve of the last few days cracking and I know that it's ridiculous, that there isn't anything I can do because fate and destiny and all that other bollocks has brought him to me, ever since that first day back at school.
Everything in our friendship has led to this week, to us spending time together and me finally understanding how much he means to me. It's been coming on for ages, building up to me eventually realising why I ended it with Sarah in the first place, why it was so important that I have that time with him even at the expense of our relationship. Hell, I'd forfeited sex with my girlfriend to spend many an afternoon in the park, having a kick about and then going back to The Dog for a pint. It's obvious that this....attraction between me and John Paul has been coming on for ages, that's why I dumped Sarah and that's why it had been so important to me for him to understand that I'm okay with him, with his sexuality. I sit there in the bottom of the cubicle and realise that, although I wasn't initially attracted to him, I have always shared a stronger bond with him than any other. I used to say we were like brothers but it was more than that, I could go days and days without seeing or hearing from Jake, I don't think I've gone more than twelve hours in the last 3 months without speaking to John Paul, hearing his soft soothing voice.
"John Paul....JP" His name rolls off my tongue as I sit there repeating it. It sounds so familiar, like saying my own name and I eventually allow the image of him earlier to creep back into my thoughts. The stirrings in my groin start immediately and I let them as I recount the best night of my life. Being in the elevator, feeling John Paul touch my chest, my nipples for the first time had made me so fucking horny and then on the dance floor, watching him sway to the music as his eyes burned into me had made me so rock hard I'd wanted to do something about it then and there.
Taking my cock firmly in hand now, I stroked the stiff length as I played over us kissing, touching, making out beneath the foam in a world of our own as we were surrounded by hot, sweating bodies. When he'd taken his shirt off because I'd told him to, the look of fear and something else, something raw and hungry in his eyes had almost made me shoot my load right there and then in the packed night club, but I hadn't, that experience had almost come later....literally. I keep pumping my fist, the regular rhythm becoming faster as I remember our session in the booth. Seeing his blond head as it made it's way down my body, sucking and licking, nipping and stroking as it neared my cock, the instant image of him unzipping me and taking me in his hot, wet mouth had....
"Ah fuck!....John Paul!" I cry out his name as the evidence of my desire for him covers my stomach and the walls of the shower cubicle in short, fast bursts, like rapid fire from a gun. I've never come so frigging powerfully before, at least not without some kind of reading material or video to help me on my way. It's just another lesson that shows me what I want and how badly I want it, now all I have to do is have the guts to go out and get it.
I tip my head back letting the warm rivulets of water cascade down my face, somehow cooling down the hot, red flush that has become so familiar to me recently. Grabbing the bottle of gel, I wash myself down, quickly scrubbing at my hair before rinsing the soapy bubbles away and stepping out. I wonder briefly if he'll have heard me but then think....no, if he had he'd have been in here like a shot seeing if I was okay and not hurt, because that's the kind of thing he does.
Tiptoeing back into the main room, dry and with a fresh pair of boxers on, I check my watch for the time, seeing that it's still too early for any shops to be open for me to buy food to make breakfast ,so I eye up the bed and him snuggled in it. Shrugging to myself, I clamber in beside him and shiver, not from the cool early morning chill but from the warmth that emanates from him as I rest my head on the pillow, the crook of my neck lodged firmly on his outstretched arm that's still shackled to the bed.
He's on his side in a foetal position, his head facing me as I cuddle closer to the heat from him that's radiating through me. I trace my finger over the fullness of his lips and am rewarded with a gentle, serene smile that I can't resist stretching forward and kissing. His lips part beneath mine, sending another instant thrill down my spine as I part them further with my tongue, letting it tangles with his in a soft, lazy kiss. He's still asleep but his free arm comes around me, pulling me in tighter until my body's tucked in close against his, nothing but the barrier of the blanket separating us. I settle down content in his arms as sleep finally takes over me.
JOHN PAUL
Cracking open my eyes, I squinted against the harsh light of day, the throbbing in my head making me groan and the sound of my groan making me wince more. Then I look down and see the reason why my arm feels numb and I have pins and needles in my hand. Craig's head is resting on my shoulder, his soft, warm breath gently caressing the skin on my neck, the rest of his body curled up and tucked against mine tightly with my free arm wrapped securely over his shoulders.
There isn't anything covering him, hence his unnatural attachment to me, and I can clearly see his gorgeous bronzed body, clad only in a pair of bottom hugging black boxer shorts, the outline of which starts to stir my desires. I stretch over him, feeling for the watch and see that it's only half eleven and there's plenty more time to sleep. I think on last night, yes I do remember and it was amazing....no better than amazing, it was fucking sensational, words really couldn't describe it and what made it even better was that Craig wasn't freaking out about at all.
Thoughts of what he did to me, first with the candy and then after, when I climaxed in his hand, had me growing hard again and I tried to stifle them, knowing I couldn't really do anything about it in this position. Craig snuggled closer, drawing his knee up until it nudged mine and then slung his leg over, trapping me beneath him. I could feel the stiffness of his cock as it pressed against my thigh, the hard muscle stroking lightly as he swayed his bum.
"Mmm". He murmured lightly in his sleep....I looked down just to check, yes he was sleeping, his soft eyelashes fanned out across his cheeks. I stroked the tips of my fingers along the length of his spine, smiling as he trembled slightly. A soft sigh escaped his lips as I turned my head and kissed his cheek, his nose and then his mouth, his lips parting with a gasp as I moved my own against them.
I want to feel him in my hand but I still have one hand cuffed to the bed and the other doesn't have enough room to maneouvre so I have to make do with looking at him and stroking his back all the way to his backside. He rocks in further, his erection rubbing against me through the dark material and he keeps making funny little sighs of contentment with each stroke. I cup his bottom in my hand, letting my finger run along the slight ridge beneath his cheek where it meets the top of his leg, the firm, smooth skin warm and silky beneath my touch.
"Ooh....mmm". He sighs as he plants an open mouthed kiss on my neck, his chin digging into my shoulder. I move my leg a bit beneath him, the friction making him nudge further as he rubs harder, his hips bucking against me and then....then I feel it move as he groans in his sleep before settling once more against me, his face in my neck, his arm around my waist and my arm circling him, a deep contented sigh the only sound between us. I close my eyes again with a smile as I squeeze him close to me.
