"So where exactly are we going?" Craig asked as he laced his fingers between John Paul's.
John Paul smiled as he felt the warm hand against his own. It was remarkable to think that less than a year ago Craig would have flinched away from such overtly public contact and now he instigated it, or maybe it was now that he needed it.
"I told you," John Paul replied with a grin. "To the pub."
"But… there's one closer this way," Craig insisted, stopping in his tracks and attempting to head back in the direction they had just come from.
"I don't want to go to that one."
"OK… so you've been in Dublin just over a week and already you know better pubs than me?"
"Something like that," John Paul said with a deep smile that sparkled in his eyes and across his face.
"So what's so special about this pub of yours anyway?" Craig asked after a few more paces.
"Not sure really… nothing… I just… there's someone I'd like you to meet."
"Yeah? Who?"
"You'll see…"
"So what's it called?"
"Hmm?"
"The pub? It's name?"
John Paul stopped suddenly with a frown. He could remember vividly the walk that had lead him to the pub a few days earlier, he could remember the sight and the smell of the place and he could especially remember the image of his blood pooling on the surface of the table. But at no point did he recall ever seeing the pub's name or hearing it mentioned.
John Paul shrugged before setting off again. "No idea," he confessed cheerfully.
"Great," Craig complained jokingly. "A magical mystery tour!"
John Paul shivered as he stepped through the doors into the pub. Although it had only been a few days since his last, and only, visit to that bar so much had changed in his life during those days that he almost felt as if he was stepping back in time.
It was with a satisfied smile that John Paul spotted a familiar figure wiping a cloth along the surface of the long wooden bar. The man's pale blonde hair seemed to glisten in the late afternoon sun that was shining through the large windows and his light coloured eyes, definitely blue John Paul decided, seemed to come alive with a deep smile when they caught John Paul's gaze.
"John Paul!" Liam greeted warmly as he reached a hand out over the bar. "How's the hand?"
"Better," John Paul replied, taking the offered hand and shaking it warmly, grateful to be able to share the gesture with the man who had set him on the road to salvation, both for himself and for Craig.
"Glad to hear it," Liam grinned before turning his gaze to the slightly bewildered dark haired man standing at John Paul's side. "And is this…"
John Paul's smile widened as he released Liam's grip and placed his hand proudly on Craig's shoulder.
"Yeah… this is Craig… and Craig this is Liam."
With a half-smile and a nod Craig shook hands with the curiously attractive barman that John Paul seemed to know so well. Craig looked back and forward between the two men as they shared a smile that related to some secret he had no knowledge of and felt an irrational surge of jealousy rush through him.
Who was this Liam anyway that he should be greeting Craig's boyfriend so warmly? Craig couldn't help but allow himself a small internal smile as he connected the word boyfriend with John Paul for the first time since that terrible day last September. But that didn't cancel out the fact that he didn't like the way Liam was smiling at John Paul, knowing something that he didn't and being party to some aspect of John Paul's life that Craig knew nothing about.
"How about I get you guys a drink," Liam suggested brightly.
"That'd be great," John Paul replied. "Thanks."
"But not whiskey this time eh?"
Craig growled inwardly as John Paul laughed at the barman's words. What the hell was so funny about not wanting whiskey?
"Why don't you get yourselves a seat… I'll bring them over… two pints yeah?" Liam smiled as he spoke, a warm genuine smile that Craig desperately wanted to find fault with but somehow couldn't.
"That'd be great Liam… thanks." Returning the barman's smile John Paul led Craig towards a table located by the window.
For a moment John Paul expected to see traces of his blood still lingering on the table's surface, but all evidence of his accident had since been duly cleaned away and the only remaining proof of the incident was the deep laceration through his palm.
Settling into the facing seats around the table John Paul was surprised to see an unhappy scowl playing across Craig's features.
"Is everything OK?" John Paul asked with concern.
Without meaning to Craig's eyes flickered over to the blonde barman before resting back on John Paul's face.
Following the direction of Craig's gaze the sudden realisation hit John Paul and made him gasp back a laugh.
"Oh god Craig you're not…"
It had never even crossed John Paul's mind that Craig would feel jealous of Liam, possibly because it had never occurred to John Paul that Craig would think he had any reason to feel that way, but the look in Craig's eyes told a different story and John Paul's amusement died instantly.
John Paul's friendship with Liam left Craig feeling uncomfortable or worse, threatened, and that wasn't acceptable. He knew that he was still only aware of part of what Craig had suffered over the last few months but he was determined that, whatever else might happen, he was never going to add another second to that suffering.
John Paul reached his hands across the table and held Craig's tightly.
"Craig… whatever you're thinking… don't…"
"He was pretty happy to see you." Craig said quietly, the warmth of John Paul's touch only offering slender comfort.
"He was happy to see me… WITH YOU." John Paul replied. "Look, Craig… there are things I haven't told you… about when I did this…" John Paul lifted his cut hand as he spoke. "I did it here…"
"You never really said what happened," Craig said tilting his head slightly as he listened to John Paul's words. There was something about the man's tone that was both calming and soothing and Craig felt his discomfort of the situation melting away with each new word.
"Well what it was I… it was just after I found out about you and…" John Paul hesitated. Neither of them had spoken that man's name since the day Craig had stood up to him and John Paul felt unable to break that taboo.
"Lee…" Craig whispered, his voice still carrying a hint of pain that Lee's name had left buried deep inside him.
"Yeah… I mean I didn't know… about everything else I just… I thought you'd replaced me and I ended up here… I think my plan was pretty much to see how drunk I could get… which is why I was knocking back the whiskey!"
Craig nodded both in understanding and encouragement for John Paul to continue.
"Liam was working that day… I think he works here most days… and… I don't know… I got pretty hammered and I was holding this pint and thinking about you and… and him… and then… it had just shattered in my hand… and there was blood and glass everywhere but for some reason I just sat here… watching it…"
John Paul's eyes had come to rest on his damaged hand as he spoke, his gaze travelling the length of the cut that would always be a permanent reminder of that day, and of so much more.
"So what? Is Liam the one that patched you up then?" Craig asked, his thumb tracing a gentle path across John Paul's palm.
"Yeah… he got me to the hospital and everything… if he hadn't I think I would have happily sat here till I bled to death."
"Suppose I should thank him for saving your life then!" Craig said softly. The thought of John Paul sitting alone in that very same bar, watching the blood spilling from his wound without making any attempt to prevent it gave Craig chills. Somehow it felt like another incident of violence that could be attributed to Lee and, although the accident was days ago, to Craig it felt fresh and sharp, as if the glass were only now tearing through John Paul's soft white skin.
"Oh Craig he did so much more than that," John Paul said grabbing his boyfriend's hands tightly and squeezing as if he were afraid, at least momentarily, to let him go.
"How d'you mean?"
"I was going home Craig… I thought you didn't need me, no didn't WANT me anymore… I thought I was too late… I was ready to give up."
"So what changed?"
"After the hospital I went for a coffee with Liam… and I told him about you… about us and… and he made me see that if I loved you as much as I said… well then I should at least have the courage to stay and fight for you… Craig… if he hadn't made me think again…" John Paul left the thought unfinished but both men were all too aware of what could, and probably would, have happened if John Paul had done what he originally planned and flown home the next day.
"So what makes this Liam such an expert then?" Craig asked.
"Because he once let the love of his life get away and he hates to see other people making the same mistake." Craig jumped at the sound of Liam's voice directly behind him. "Sorry mate," Liam continued as he placed two pints on the table. "I didn't mean to listen in."
"That's OK," Craig said with a smile. A few minutes earlier Craig had looked on the attractive blonde barman with disquiet but now all he wanted to do was give the man a hug.
Getting to his feet Craig held out his hand. "Thank you," he said quietly as Liam accepted the offer, shaking the man's hand again and noticing that this time Craig's grip was stronger and the smile in his eyes far more genuine. "I mean it," Craig said, "Thank you… I think you very probably saved my life."
"Oh I don't know about that," Liam said with a shy and suddenly embarrassed laugh. The two younger men were looking at him with such intensity that he thought, for a moment, they were both about to kiss him.
"I do," Craig replied, gripping the man's shoulder firmly for a second as his gaze moved to John Paul's. "If John Paul hadn't come back for me… trust me, you'll never know what you did."
Craig sank back into his seat, his gaze was firmly fixed on the face of the beautiful blue-eyed angel that rescued him from the clutches of hell and his hands quickly sought the security of the man's gentle hold.
Liam watched the two men for a few moments. He could tell that they had already forgotten his presence and, rather than being annoyed at such dismissal, Liam found himself smiling, it was good to know that true love could win out sometimes and for some people.
The late afternoon streets of Dublin were alive. Crowds bustled between shops and bars and businesses, rushing this way and that through the busy city streets.
Hardly anyone noticed the two young men as they walked quietly together. Their fingers were laced in a gentle hold and their faces held smiles of soft contentment that each man, at one time or another, had doubted they would ever feel again.
"Let's go home," Craig said after ten minutes of silence.
"That is where we're going," John Paul replied.
Craig stopped and turned to face John Paul. His deep brown eyes were bright and serious as he spoke.
"No… I mean HOME."
"What like… like Hollyoaks home?"
"Yeah… take me home John Paul."
"But what about Trinity… what about your studies?" John Paul's brow creased with concern but there was no hint of doubt in the chocolate eyes that observed him.
"None of that matters anymore… I've wanted to go home so many times John Paul… I was just afraid to admit it wasn't working… afraid to admit I'd failed…"
"Dublin was your dream."
"But it isn't anymore," Craig said sadly. "It's just a bad memory… let's go home and start making some happy ones."
John Paul smiled as he realised the sincerity of Craig's request and then, with a deliberate exaggeration he looked at his watch.
"Hmm I wonder," John Paul mused pointedly.
"What?"
"What d'you think the chances are we can get a flight tonight?"
"Idiot," Craig laughed as he pushed the younger man playfully. "Besides… I had a few other things in mind for tonight!"
"Did you really think that that was it? I mean honestly… you land one lucky punch and you think that I'm just gonna walk away… do you not know me at all Craig? You don't leave me… I leave you… and only when I decide I'm finished with you… I'm not finished yet Craig… not yet."
The voice felt like cold fingers down Craig's spine. He hadn't turned around when Lee started talking, appearing as if from nowhere, as if he'd been waiting for another moment to get Craig alone. But at the same time Craig couldn't find the ability to walk away. He stood, paralysed to the spot, trying to draw the strength from John Paul's love, the same strength that had helped him last time.
"No clever come back Craig?" Lee's voice was even closer and Craig flinched as a hand rested on his shoulder but there was no force in the grip instead it was almost gentle, caressing, and Craig no reason to resist as Lee turned him around slowly.
"I miss you Craig… that's all…" Lee smiled, his deep dark eyes filled with sadness and regret and for a moment Craig could almost see the man he had once thought Lee was, before everything else, before he learned the truth. "We were good weren't we? We were in love…"
"That was never love," Craig whispered, his voice seemed to crack as he spoke and he felt far more vulnerable than he ever had when faced with Lee's violence.
"It felt like love to me," Lee insisted as he stroked both hands gently over Craig's shoulders and tickled his fingers softly at Craig neck. "It felt like love when we would curl up in bed on a Sunday and just enjoy being together… it felt like love when I held you close… and kissed you… when you pulled me on top of you and begged me to make love to you… It feels like love now when I look into your eyes and know that you can remember how good all that felt too… it could be like that again Craig… I know that I did some stuff I shouldn't… but I love you… we can get past all of that…"
"No," shrugging off Lee's touch Craig took a single step backward. "You can't do this… you can't pretend like nothing happened… I'm not scared of you anymore…"
"I never wanted you to be…"
"That's ALL you ever wanted…"
"I just wanted to love you… I still do…"
"You don't know what love is… What I've got now… with John Paul… that's love…"
"Him?" A slight sneer crept into Lee's voice. "The guy who broke your heart… who left you to come to Dublin alone… who thought he deserved better than you… now he's back and everything is gonna be happy ever after is it?"
"I love him," Craig said, his eyes downcast as each of Lee's words struck him like a blow. He wished he had never told Lee about John Paul, but he'd needed someone to confide in, someone he could trust and at first Lee had felt like that person.
"Does he make you feel like I can?" Lee asked moving quickly against Craig until there was barely a hairs breadth between them. "Does he make you scream when you come so hard you can't even remember your own name? Does he make you beg to be fucked cause you want it so bad?"
"He makes me feel safe," Craig replied calmly, "And loved… and wanted… and worthwhile… and important… and yeah…" Leaning forward Craig whispered in Lee's ear tauntingly. "He makes me come harder and longer than you ever could… and I don't need to beg him because he always knows what I want… and he always knows how to give it to me… John Paul is…"
In the past Craig had always known when he had overstepped the mark with Lee, he had always been able to tell when the man was about to flip and usually tried to get himself out of the firing line if possible. But Craig's new found confidence and strength had blinded him to the signs until he felt the fingers closing tightly around his throat, his back slammed up against the wall and the air pushed forcefully from his lungs.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" Lee snarled into Craig's face. The earlier gentle look from his eyes was replaced with the more familiar anger and Craig's fear rushed into his body to welcome back the situation it recognised. "I tried to be nice Craig… I tried to make you understand but you just don't want to listen do you? You never listen Craig… that's why I always have to show you… you make me do these things… you know you do…"
"Lee let me go," Craig's voice came out in frantic gasps as the grip around his throat tightened. He knew he should be fighting back, he knew he should be able to fight back but somehow he couldn't, he didn't seem to remember how and the tighter Lee's held became the weaker Craig felt as his airflow became more and more restricted.
Craig's eyes searched frantically to the end of the street. Where was John Paul? They were supposed to have met up ten minutes ago, why wasn't John Paul worried, why wasn't he looking for Craig and why wasn't he there when Craig needed him?
"Oh Craig…" Lee said in a low, almost regretful tone, "It could have been so different but you were always so weak… HE did that to you Craig… HE was the one who made you feel worthless. I know you blamed me but it was HIM… He was the one that left you Craig… not me… I only ever wanted to love you."
"No," Craig gasped as a showering of stars danced before his eyes. He could feel the individual pressure of each finger as it squeezed tightly at his throat, the pulse of every fingertip seemed to throb against his skin or was that the throbbing of his own blood as it tried to continue it's restricted journey around his body? "That's not true… he loves me…"
"So where is he?" Lee asked quietly. "Where is he when you really need him?"
"He'll be here," Craig replied in a breathless whisper, the last of the air gone from his lungs and the tight grip around his throat preventing any more filling them. "He'll be here," Craig thought to himself as the blanket of darkness wrapped around him until there was nothing else for him to think.
"Craig… Craig… Craig are you alright?"
Craig gasped as his lungs filled with much needed air and his eyes shot open, darting around him for any signs of Lee but there were none, only more darkness.
"Craig what is it?" John Paul's voice was heavy with concern as Craig continued to gasp for air.
After a few seconds Craig's senses began to return to him, the air filling his lungs smelt warm and sweet and tantalisingly familiar and he quickly realised that he was no longer lying in the street where Lee had left him but rather he was wrapped safe in the circle of John Paul's arms.
"Lee… he… I thought he was gonna…"
"Shh it's OK," John Paul soothed, his lips brushing gently over Craig's forehead. "He can't hurt you any more…You're safe now…"
"Where were you?" Craig asked quietly.
"What d'you mean?"
"Why weren't you there… I was so scared and you weren't there…"
"Craig… I don't understand… I've been here all the time…"
As Craig's eyes adjusted to the dark he started to make out familiar sights. A large Liverpool flag was pinned to one wall, while another was decorated with an assortment of records and over in the corner lay a stack of suitcases. Craig laughed softly as the realisation hit him.
"It was just a dream," he said quietly with relief. "I thought he was really gonna kill me this time…"
John Paul tightened his hold around the trembling man in his arms. "It's alright now Craig… it's over… you never have to be scared of him again…"
"John Paul… you DO love me don't you," Craig asked hesitantly. "I mean… it won't be like before… you don't think you'll realise you still deserve more?"
"Craig!" John Paul pulled back so that he could at the face of the man he adored, even half obscured by shadows John Paul was astounded by Craig's beauty, made all the more breathtaking by the man's inability to see just how gorgeous he really was. "I love you… I made a mistake once before in letting you go… I'm never gonna do that again… ever."
Craig smiled widely. Even in the darkness of the room John Paul's blue eyes managed to sparkle brightly and there was no mistaking the sincerity of the love contained within them.
Resting his head against John Paul's chest Craig let the last of his fears melt away. There was an unequalled strength to be found in John Paul's love and Craig could feel it flowing through his veins.
Holding Craig tightly John Paul kissed the top of the man's head softly. He knew what he had almost lost in walking away from Craig once and it was something he could never face again, it was a pain he could never cope with feeling a second time.
The early morning light began to snake through a gap in the curtain, making shadows dance around the familiar room, a solitary beam resting across the small single bed that held the two men warmly in its embrace.
They had only been back in Hollyoaks for a few hours, tiptoeing into the McQueen's house so as not to wake the rest of John Paul's family. Myra had wanted to wait up and welcome her son, and his boyfriend, back home but John Paul had insisted she went to bed. Partly because he didn't want his mother to be staying up into the small hours but mainly because he wanted Craig's return to Chester to be as quiet and uneventful as possible. They both knew that they would have to face the questions soon enough but for a while they just wanted to be alone, safe and home.
"John Paul?"
"Hmm?"
"There was one thing… in my dream… something that I told Lee…"
"Yeah… what was that?"
"I told him how good you were in bed… only…"
"Only?"
"It WAS a dream… what if I was wrong!"
John Paul giggled as he spun Craig around until he was leaning over the man, his eyes bright with love and desire as their bodies pressed tightly together in the bed where their longing for each other had first consumed them.
Looking into the dark mysterious depths of Craig's rich brown eyes John Paul felt his entire body tingle with life. Nothing in the world would ever compare to the feelings he got simply from a look from that man. It wasn't just their eyes that connected at such moments; it ran far deeper than that. If it was true that the eyes are the window to the soul, then through those windows John Paul could feel his soul joining with Craig's until he no longer thought in terms of him or me, only us.
"How did I ever think I could live without you?" John Paul asked quietly, his fingertips tracing the delicate curve of Craig's soft mouth.
"Because you're crazy!" Craig replied with a smile and a small kiss to John Paul's fingers.
"You're right," John Paul agreed, "I am crazy… crazy about you…"
Craig's ability to reply was lost, and then completely forgotten, under the heat of John Paul's lips. Their mouths connecting them physically just as their eyes had done spiritually and their love had done emotionally. To the outside world they might still appear to be two separate and distinct people but there, wrapped in the passion of each other's embrace, both men knew different. Alone they had only ever been half a person but together they were complete, two halves that fitted together perfectly and two halves that could never be separated again.
Craig moaned softly into John Paul's kiss as the man's hands roamed slowly over his body, teasing the soft smooth skin with his firm, gentle caress as they explored his hips and thighs before stroking lightly over the length of Craig's rapidly growing erection.
Moving onto his side John Paul pulled back from the kiss to watch with fascination at the increasing look of arousal that glowed from Craig's eyes as his fingers teased over the head of the man's cock.
Craig's chest was already heaving with heavy breaths as he lay facing the man he adored, his body and soul completely at John Paul's mercy, safe in the knowledge that the man with the dazzling blue eyes would only ever treat them with love and respect.
John Paul let his eyes fall to Craig's gorgeous body, following the curves of the man's chest, his nipples standing out proudly as his excitement grew, and his deep olive skin glowing in the half-light of the room. Although he couldn't see them in the semi-darkness John Paul knew that a smattering of old bruises still decorated Craig's chest and he felt the pain of each one as he pressed his lips to the warmth of Craig's skin.
Closing his eyes Craig gave himself over to the tender passion of John Paul's touch. His strong firm fingers were curled tightly around Craig's cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, gently peeling back the foreskin to allow his thumb access to the sensitive head, making Craig moan loudly as he brushed his thumb over the delicate opening, circling the warm droplets of precum over the surface of the smooth head.
"Oh god John Paul…" Craig gasped as the pressure of the grip around his cock increased, sending tremors of pleasure shooting like electricity through his body.
"Look at me Craig," John Paul breathed heavily as he turned his gaze back to Craig's face. Craig's eyes flickered open, they were dark and heavy with lust and at the same time they managed to shine brightly with love. "I want to watch you when you come… I want to see how good it feels… see how good I can make you feel…"
Craig's tongue passed over his lips as he groaned softly, it all felt so incredible, John Paul's touch, his words, his love, all combined within Craig's body until it felt ready to explode with pleasure.
John Paul smiled. The darker Craig's eyes became, the louder and deeper his moans grew, the harder and faster John Paul stroked his cock until Craig's whole body shook, his climax so close that they could both feel it.
Craig's cheeks were flushed and his mouth hung slightly open as moans of excitement fell from his lips. He no longer had any control of his body, it belonged entirely to John Paul and Craig had no desire to ever claim it back.
"I love you so much Craig," John Paul said, his lips only a fraction of an inch from Craig's mouth, the heat of his words and Craig's soft cries mingling together between them.
Craig's hands were pressed against the strength of John Paul's chest, the man's heartbeat strong and fast beneath his fingers, sliding his hands upwards Craig curled them around the back of John Paul's neck, holding on tightly as John Paul's touch pushed him towards ultimate satisfaction.
John Paul couldn't tear his gaze from Craig's eyes as they widened with anticipation, his moans so loud that John Paul might have worried about them waking his family if he had been able to think of anything but how gorgeous Craig looked at that moment.
"Oh Christ John Paul that feels so… I can't… god I'm gonna…" Craig's words tumbled from his mouth as his cock throbbed hard and heavy in the expert grip of his lover until there was nothing he could do but let John Paul know just how incredible his touch felt.
John Paul's grip tightened, his firm strokes moving faster as Craig cried out his pleasure, his cock pulsing and throbbing out it's release in wave after wave of hot desire that spattered against John Paul's belly and coated his hand. After a few seconds or hours, a heartbeat or a lifetime, Craig's shuddering body relaxed as the total physical joy it had experienced warmed him from head to toe.
For the second time that morning Craig gasped and panted as he pulled much needed air into his lungs. His eyes were glazed and it took a while for him to focus on the smile of the man beside him.
"John Paul McQueen…" Craig said gently, a hint of awe in his words, the sound of the name feeling like a worshipful prayer on his lips.
"Well?" John Paul asked.
"Well what?"
"Did I live up to the dream?"
Craig giggled softly and shook his head. "No… you were much better!"
"Glad to hear it," John Paul replied as he touched a soft kiss to Craig's lips, a kiss that quickly deepened as Craig's hands tightened around John Paul's neck, pulling him closer with a fierce passion as Craig's tongue sought out the flavour of the man he loved.
"John Paul…" Craig said quietly, "I want you… I want to taste you…"
John Paul hesitated. There was no denying that his cock was aching for Craig's attentions but at the same time he couldn't wipe the memory from his mind of holding the dark haired man as he wept, after describing the way that Lee, the evening before the confrontation that freed Craig from his violence, had held him down, forcing himself deep into Craig's throat, enjoying the way he struggled and choked beneath him.
"You don't have to Craig," John Paul said softly, his hand brushing lightly over Craig's cheek.
"I know that," Craig replied, "But I want to… I love you John Paul and I want to show you…"
"Craig I…" John Paul's body seemed to vibrate at the thought of Craig's mouth hot and warm around him, just the idea was almost enough to make him come but he couldn't help the feelings of reservation.
"John Paul," Craig said with a smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're not trying to make me beg are you?"
"Might be nice," John Paul replied with a grin.
"Fine," Craig said with a laugh as he fell back against the bed, his head turned to one side to look at John Paul's smiling eyes. "Please John Paul I want you… Let me feel your dick in my mouth… let me suck it so hard that I make you come… I want to taste every drop of you as…"
"Shit Craig that's enough," John Paul gasped painfully. He didn't realise that anything could be so erotic as hearing those words come from Craig's lips and, as Craig reached out a hand to stroke his hard cock, all of John Paul's reservations melted away.
Straddling Craig's chest John Paul gently fed his cock into the man's eager mouth, gasping as the heat of Craig's lips enveloped him and his warm wet tongue lapped greedily at the drops of precum that were already flowing from him.
Bracing his hands against the wall John Paul let Craig dictate the pace, the man's mouth opening wider as it sucked John Paul's length deeper inside and his tongue relentlessly teasing over the sensitive flesh.
Wrapping his hand firmly around the base of John Paul's cock Craig feasted on it. Its thickness filled his mouth perfectly, precum dripping its sweet saltiness along his tongue as his head moved back and forward over it's length to the sounds of John Paul's appreciative moans.
John Paul's fingers clawed at the wall as a multitude of fireworks exploded throughout his body. The hot, wet sucking of Craig's mouth was almost unbearable it felt so good and he knew it wouldn't be long before Craig got to taste his essence fully.
With one hand still holding tightly onto John Paul's throbbing cock Craig used his other hand to gently cup the mans balls, rolling them softly in his palm as he took the length of John Paul fully into his throat. The scent of John Paul filled his nostrils and he breathed deeply against the distinctive odour that could only ever be that man.
Looking down John Paul watched as his cock sank deeply into Craig's mouth, his soft full lips stretching out to fully accommodate him as John Paul rocked his hips gently.
"Oh god Craig…" John Paul panted as the sensation of Craig's mouth pushed him rapidly over the edge until he had no choice but to fall completely into the pleasure.
Craig sucked deeply as John Paul's moans increased, his cock throbbing hotly against Craig's tongue as the first explosion of heat filled the man's mouth.
John Paul cried out as his climax poured into Craig's mouth, a mouth that sucked in every drop hungrily until John Paul was completely drained and he moved backwards, his cock passing slowly through the lips that still gripped it, sending a fresh wave of tremors through his body.
Lying back beside his lover John Paul pulled the man close to him, the beating of their hearts vibrating against each other's chests as their mouths joined together again in a hot, gentle, passionate, loving kiss.
"Welcome home Craig," John Paul whispered quietly.
Craig simply smiled.