"Craig Dean And His Thoughts On Intimacy", John Paul/Craig, NC-17
Title: Craig Dean And His Thoughts On Intimacy
Author: likecharity
Pairing: John Paul/Craig
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None aside from the explicit sex and all that.
Summary: What we didn't see tonight (Wed 6th June on E4). Craig's thoughts.
A/N: Unbeta'd so there might be some weird changes of tense, but I think I caught them all, heh.
Craig watches himself disappearing inside John Paul, finding himself unable - again - to deny just how much he loves this. How much he loves the slick, tight warmth around his cock, how much he loves watching John Paul's face contorted in pleasure, how much he loves listening to the little gasps John Paul makes (especially when they sound like his name). He can't convince himself otherwise any longer. He loves reaching forward, wrapping his hand around John Paul's hard, leaking cock, tugging it and rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. He loves leaning down to capture John Paul's lips in a kiss, his cock sliding in further, deeper, until it feels like they're one body. He loves the way John Paul reaches out to wrap his arms around him, pulling him closer, digging his nails into his back.
Craig can't pretend this isn't better than fucking Sarah. He liked the way Sarah got all flushed and pink and had to stroke her damp hair away from her face sometimes, but really only because he thought that was kind of sweet. She can't compare to this. No one can. Sarah always shut her eyes, always got a little embarrassed about the whole thing. John Paul acts like he wants Craig, acts like he needs Craig's cock inside him, needs Craig to jerk him off and kiss his neck and run his hands all over his body. He watches, too, looks down between his legs to see Craig thrusting in and out of him, and then he looks up, looks directly at Craig, with his eyes all heavy and lidded, and he murmurs little things that Craig can never quite catch but he loves hearing them anyway.
It's so frighteningly intimate, being with John Paul like this, being inside him. The first time was a little awkward, he hadn't known quite what to do and the idea of putting his cock there had made him pretty nervous, but John Paul helped out without making him feel like a complete idiot. He said stuff like "With Spike, he…" which made Craig feel overwhelmed with envy, and he grabbed the little packet out of John Paul's hand and just did what he thought you were supposed to do. And it worked. He'd never forget the feel of John Paul clenching round his fingers, it was just so wonderfully weird and John Paul was looking at him in utter amazement like gay sex was rocket science or something.
And then when he'd pushed the head of his cock in, all slippery from the lube (which he'd been glad to see looked like it'd only been used once), John Paul'd groaned, thrown his head back, lifted his legs up higher and wider, spreading himself open just for Craig and it was pretty much the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced. And now, the second time, it's just as incredible if not more, fucking him, fucking him and it feels like he could do it over and over and it would always be this good, when with Sarah it got boring and every time was the same. He tightens his grip around John Paul's cock, smiling at him as he thrusts a little faster, a little harder.
"Craig, yes," John Paul chokes out, and Craig has to lean down and kiss him for that, pressing their mouths together frantically, desperately. He works John Paul's cock with firm strokes, running his thumb over the slit in the way he knows John Paul loves, and John Paul responds by clenching his arse, making the tightness even tighter and Craig lets out a groan that he couldn't have held in. He can feel his orgasm coming, twisting in his spine, and he bites his lip, watching John Paul's face, and his gorgeous blue eyes fluttering open and closed. Downstairs is chaos, he can hear one of John Paul's sisters yelling and there's a lot of stamping of feet and he finds it vaguely funny that they have no idea what's going on above them.
He whispers John Paul's name brokenly as he comes, and, with shaky hands and no feeling in his toes, he tears off the condom and chucks it away and then quick as a flash he's got John Paul's cock back in his fist again. He lies down next to him, kissing his neck and urging him on, watching him bucking up into his hand, watching him suck in air through his teeth. And he loves to see John Paul come, he loves the way he gets all incoherent, loves seeing him in so much pleasure. He doesn't even care about the come splashing hot over his hand, he just grabs the nearest tissue and then lies back next to John Paul, listening to him try to catch his breath. They lie like that for a little while, then John Paul suggests they at least put on some underwear in case one of his sisters barges in like they so often do.
They fall asleep next to each other, utterly spent, and when Craig wakes up he feels the horribly familiar guilt filling his body yet again. He can't deny it any longer. He can say he's not gay as much as he likes, but he can't say he doesn't love John Paul, doesn't love having sex with John Paul because it's fucking amazing and nothing can change that. He still doesn't know what to do, and it's still going to nag at him, it's still going to drive him crazy that he can't stop thinking about John Paul and that he's going to wank over this so many times and come harder than ever. He knows he's got to do something, got to choose or something, but for now he's just got to get out of there. Like he always does.
Author: likecharity
Pairing: John Paul/Craig
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None aside from the explicit sex and all that.
Summary: What we didn't see tonight (Wed 6th June on E4). Craig's thoughts.
A/N: Unbeta'd so there might be some weird changes of tense, but I think I caught them all, heh.
Craig watches himself disappearing inside John Paul, finding himself unable - again - to deny just how much he loves this. How much he loves the slick, tight warmth around his cock, how much he loves watching John Paul's face contorted in pleasure, how much he loves listening to the little gasps John Paul makes (especially when they sound like his name). He can't convince himself otherwise any longer. He loves reaching forward, wrapping his hand around John Paul's hard, leaking cock, tugging it and rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. He loves leaning down to capture John Paul's lips in a kiss, his cock sliding in further, deeper, until it feels like they're one body. He loves the way John Paul reaches out to wrap his arms around him, pulling him closer, digging his nails into his back.
Craig can't pretend this isn't better than fucking Sarah. He liked the way Sarah got all flushed and pink and had to stroke her damp hair away from her face sometimes, but really only because he thought that was kind of sweet. She can't compare to this. No one can. Sarah always shut her eyes, always got a little embarrassed about the whole thing. John Paul acts like he wants Craig, acts like he needs Craig's cock inside him, needs Craig to jerk him off and kiss his neck and run his hands all over his body. He watches, too, looks down between his legs to see Craig thrusting in and out of him, and then he looks up, looks directly at Craig, with his eyes all heavy and lidded, and he murmurs little things that Craig can never quite catch but he loves hearing them anyway.
It's so frighteningly intimate, being with John Paul like this, being inside him. The first time was a little awkward, he hadn't known quite what to do and the idea of putting his cock there had made him pretty nervous, but John Paul helped out without making him feel like a complete idiot. He said stuff like "With Spike, he…" which made Craig feel overwhelmed with envy, and he grabbed the little packet out of John Paul's hand and just did what he thought you were supposed to do. And it worked. He'd never forget the feel of John Paul clenching round his fingers, it was just so wonderfully weird and John Paul was looking at him in utter amazement like gay sex was rocket science or something.
And then when he'd pushed the head of his cock in, all slippery from the lube (which he'd been glad to see looked like it'd only been used once), John Paul'd groaned, thrown his head back, lifted his legs up higher and wider, spreading himself open just for Craig and it was pretty much the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced. And now, the second time, it's just as incredible if not more, fucking him, fucking him and it feels like he could do it over and over and it would always be this good, when with Sarah it got boring and every time was the same. He tightens his grip around John Paul's cock, smiling at him as he thrusts a little faster, a little harder.
"Craig, yes," John Paul chokes out, and Craig has to lean down and kiss him for that, pressing their mouths together frantically, desperately. He works John Paul's cock with firm strokes, running his thumb over the slit in the way he knows John Paul loves, and John Paul responds by clenching his arse, making the tightness even tighter and Craig lets out a groan that he couldn't have held in. He can feel his orgasm coming, twisting in his spine, and he bites his lip, watching John Paul's face, and his gorgeous blue eyes fluttering open and closed. Downstairs is chaos, he can hear one of John Paul's sisters yelling and there's a lot of stamping of feet and he finds it vaguely funny that they have no idea what's going on above them.
He whispers John Paul's name brokenly as he comes, and, with shaky hands and no feeling in his toes, he tears off the condom and chucks it away and then quick as a flash he's got John Paul's cock back in his fist again. He lies down next to him, kissing his neck and urging him on, watching him bucking up into his hand, watching him suck in air through his teeth. And he loves to see John Paul come, he loves the way he gets all incoherent, loves seeing him in so much pleasure. He doesn't even care about the come splashing hot over his hand, he just grabs the nearest tissue and then lies back next to John Paul, listening to him try to catch his breath. They lie like that for a little while, then John Paul suggests they at least put on some underwear in case one of his sisters barges in like they so often do.
They fall asleep next to each other, utterly spent, and when Craig wakes up he feels the horribly familiar guilt filling his body yet again. He can't deny it any longer. He can say he's not gay as much as he likes, but he can't say he doesn't love John Paul, doesn't love having sex with John Paul because it's fucking amazing and nothing can change that. He still doesn't know what to do, and it's still going to nag at him, it's still going to drive him crazy that he can't stop thinking about John Paul and that he's going to wank over this so many times and come harder than ever. He knows he's got to do something, got to choose or something, but for now he's just got to get out of there. Like he always does.