:o - It's a quick update! Crazy, I know!
Anyway, it's a little short but it had to go seperately so here it is - hope you enjoy :)
I know the title's a little cheesy but it fits so...

Disclaimer: If I owned them you'd see a whole lot more of both of the topless on TV.

John Paul pushed the door open slightly, shocked at the scene in front of him. The floor was completely littered with clothes, dirty dishes and empty bottles of alcohol. Craig was lying on the bed, clearly out of it but a quick check of the eyes showed he was not drunk.

Seeing Craig so vulnerable and needy made John Paul remember the reasons he had first fallen in love with him. Back then, Craig had been bullied by Sonny Valentine, something that John Paul had tried to stop and at least reduce. This had then led to Craig calling him his 'hero'. John Paul smiled at the memory, thinking of how Craig had kissed him that night, albeit on the forehead. Just the slightest impression of those soft lips on his face had given him such a surge of love for the boy in front of him and he had wanted all night to claim those lips with his own.

It wasn't that he got off on seeing people in pain, in fact he hated it. Especially when that person was Craig. It sounded a bit stupid when he put it this way, but it was the best way to describe it: Craig had been like a male version of a 'damsel in distress' awaiting his 'knight in shining armour', AKA John Paul, to rescue him. He blamed Carmel with all her mushy romantic love stories for his thinking of it like this.

All the same, that was months ago and it was completely irrelevant as he was with Spike now and the two of them were happy. In Spike, John Paul had found someone who wanted him and wanted to be with him. He was funny but serious, caring without being over-attentive and best of all unbelievably hot, plus they had really interesting conversations.

With these thoughts at the front of his mind so as to stop him getting lost in any moments with Craig, not that he would of course, John Paul cleared his throat to let the older boy know he was there.

Craig looked up; his eyes sparkling with hope for a split-second as he saw John Paul before the shine died and the eyes became haunted; empty. He watched as John Paul approached slowly and sat down on the bed next to him, only reacting by giving a small sad smile. "I fell asleep again," he stated, his voice strangely dreamy and wistful. "You're back again to take the pain away for a while… but then why does my head still hurt?"

John Paul was confused for a moment before realising that Craig thought he was dreaming, although why he would dream of him, he had no idea. He reached out a hand to grasp Craig's shoulder. "You're not dreaming, Craig. This really is me… are you okay?"

Craig's eyes widened and regained that glint. John Paul had actually come back. He was here, in his room, right now. He reached out his hand to stroke John Paul's face; just to check he was really there, but jerked it back with John Paul flinched away from him. "I… I'm sorry," he stuttered, staring at the floor. "You probably hate me."

John Paul stared incredulously at him. Did he really think that? By all rights he probably should but both of them knew that that wasn't possible. "Craig, you know I don't hate you. Look, come here," he opened his arms in an offered hug which was quickly accepted. "I could never hate you," he whispered.

Sitting there with Craig in his arms just felt so right to John Paul. It was almost like his entire purpose in life was to be here with Craig, and if he did just that he would be the happiest person alive. John Paul took his arms from around Craig's waist and quickly pulled away. That was not something he should be thinking or feeling right now. Spike would be coming up to find him in a couple more minutes if he didn't show back downstairs in that time. He fleetingly wished that he had gone along with Spike's original time limit of ten minutes rather than cutting it down to five, but immediately felt immensely guilty for it. This was why it had been set – because John Paul just couldn't control himself around Craig.

Realising that Craig was once again staring at the floor and fidgeting, showing he once again felt that the younger boy hated him, John Paul quickly tried to start a conversation going. "Sarah's been worried about you," he prompted, before immediately kicking himself. Of course, talking about the girl Craig had promised John Paul he'd split up with about a week ago would really make him feel great.

Craig gulped audibly. "Oh god. I know I promised you I'd split up with her and I didn't but it'd not how it seems… I--" he rushed.

"That's not what I meant," John Paul cut in hastily. "I just mean she's downstairs and was wondering why you hadn't spoken to her in a week." The last part was spoken slightly admonishingly without sounding like he was scolding Craig.

"Oh, right. I just couldn't talk to her, you know? This whole week I've been…" he drifted off, shaking his head.

"Getting incredibly drunk, alone in your room?" John Paul provided.

"Well I was gonna go with 'a mess' but yeah, I think yours is slightly more accurate." Both boys laughed at this before Craig's face became more serious. "JP, I'm a complete mess without you in my life. I mean look at this," he gestured to the room. "I go for one week thinking I've lost you and this is what happens. I don't even want to think about Uni because right now, the thought of having to survive and you not being there terrifies me."

There it was again: that dmned 'Damsel in Distress' mode that only Craig could pull off so well… and he fell for it every time, he knew. As Craig licked his lips nervously, John Paul knew he was lost. The front part of his mind, which had by now given up all hope of his resisting the temptation known as Craig was simply begging for Spike to arrive before anything happened; the rest of him screaming for the opposite. As he felt Craig's arms around his neck, he leaned in, kissing with such a force that Craig was pushed backwards until he was lying on the bed with John Paul on top of him.

Craig felt his arms being pinned above his head proving, as if there had been any doubt, exactly who was in control of this kiss. Just then, John Paul ground into him, rubbing their quickly growing erections against each other, causing Craig to arch upwards and let out a moan at the pleasure.

Their actions getting more and more heated, neither boy noticed a third push open the door, enter the room and let out a slight gasp at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Spike had followed John Paul out of the toilets and given him a final quick kiss before the parted ways, John Paul going upstairs to see Craig and himself returning to the table that Sarah was now sitting at. After explaining as best as he could where John Paul had gone and that he was upset because of the disagreement he had had with Craig, while getting out of telling her what exactly that was, they had moved on to other topics of conversation.

Having been slightly out of the loop recently since John Paul had stopped talking to Craig as much, Spike had no idea what had been going on in Sarah's life. For Sarah's part, she was grateful to have someone, other than Hannah who had her own problems, to talk to about everything.

Apparently, Sarah's modelling had really taken off, with her swanning off to a photoshoot for a 'lad's mag' a couple of weeks ago. Since then, she had also been invited to some other photoshoots with some of the people she had met at the first. The only problem was that she hadn't told Craig, as she was worried about how he would react.

"I think I'm going to tell him the day after his birthday," she was saying. "I've bought him this really nice watch so hopefully he'll be in a good mood."

Spike simply nodded, unsure of what else to do. It seemed so unfair that Sarah was this worried about telling Craig about this amazing break in her career when he had so many secrets that he was hiding from her. "That sounds like a good idea. So when is Craig's birthday? I'm guessing it's soon…"

"Two days time," she replied. "Jake and I were planning on taking him to the SU Bar for some drinks, if he's come out of hiding by then. You should come along."

Spike on the other hand was only half listening; checking his watch and looking at the door leading to the flat upstairs as he did so. He trusted John Paul, he really did, but it had almost been five minutes and he couldn't help but feel slightly worried. 'I'm just worried Craig will try something. I trust John Paul.' He told himself, although he knew that wasn't strictly true.

Noticing her words were unintentionally ignored, Sarah tried to get Spike's attention. "Spike! Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," stalled Spike, trying to think of the last thing she had said. "Oh, erm… I'm afraid I can't make that – I've got another gig in Manchester." 'Besides, it would be rather awkward,' he continued in his head. Looking over at the door again, he saw that John Paul still hadn't come back down. "You know I probably ought to go up and see if they're okay," he said.

"I'll come with you," was the quick reply. Understanding how she had been left alone quite a few times that day, Spike agreed while secretly wondering what sight they would be greeted with when they reached the flat upstairs.

Sarah led the way up the stairs and to Craig's room, pausing when she reached the door. There was no noise from inside but she was hit with a sudden fear that maybe he didn't want to see her anymore. What if the reason he'd been ignoring her had been because he'd found out about the modelling and she disgusted him? All in all, she was very grateful when Spike offered to open the door.

As he touched the door handle, the cold metal felt red hot on his skin. Taking in a deep breath, he told himself he trusted his boyfriend for a final time before slowly pushing the door open a fraction to peek inside. As he stepped into the room, he gasped, mortified at the sight in front of him.