Sorry for the delay. This chapter isn't up to the current episodes. I decided that my version would have less unhappiness and more hot sex.
See the first chapter for disclaimers. If you have any suggestions or comments, or any thoughts on the characters, just let me know.
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Niall had been too busy plotting revenge on his family to make the trip to Dublin. As often happens, they had spoiled his plans by going to visit the whorish McQueen grandmother, AKA "Nana", just as Niall most looked forward to tormenting them.
Kieron, due to being an ex-priest, wasn't exactly popular with devout (ha) Myra, so he'd stayed behind at the flat he shared with Niall and John Paul.
Niall had taken the opportunity of John Paul's absence to anonymously e-mail Craig the camera phone photos of John Paul in all his buttfucking glory, giving it to Kieron for all he was worth. Since John Paul wasn't around to whinge and cry and make everyone feel guilty, Niall hoped Craig might kill Kieron in a rage, or maybe they could kill each other in a rage, leaving John Paul all alone.
His plan worked beautifully at first. Craig nearly trampled his laptop when he saw the pornographic images. He was so furious, so betrayed. How could John Paul do that to him? Craig immediately got the first flight back to Chester.
Kieron opened the door. His grin faded when he saw Craig, whom he recognized from some photos John Paul still kept of his first true love.
"Where is he?" Craig hissed through painfully gritted teeth.
"If you mean John Paul, he's visiting his gran."
Craig sneered. "Figures. She's a slapper just like he is."
Kieron's dark, beady eyes narrowed into storm clouds at the insult to the man he loved.
"I think you'd better go."
Craig shook his head.
"I know what he's been doing. Or WHO he's been doing. If he's not here, guess I'll have to take it out on you."
Craig slammed the door shut, glaring at Kieron as he menacingly stepped forward. He shoved Kieron, who, as a pacifist, just wanted to end this without bloodshed.
"Craig, I thought you and John Paul were done...I...he told me..."
Craig shoved Kieron again, pushing him against the kitchen table.
"You're even dumber than you look. John Paul could never love anyone but me."
Craig had backed Kieron in with nowhere else to go. Their crotches were pressed tightly together, Kieron's breath hot on Craig's neck. Tensions were at a boiling point.
Kieron began to breathe heavily, almost as if he were having a panic attack.
"You...You're right. John Paul's never loved me. I'd accepted that, until now."
Kieron blinked several times, pleading with himself, with his god, to prevent the tears which were building inside of him. His prayers weren't answered, and he began to cry. Tears of humiliation and of shame.
Craig thought he'd be pleased at his rival's defeat, but instead, he felt guilt. He'd felt the same way after John Paul had dumped him at the airport. Like nothing he could do was good enough. And he was sure he'd made John Paul feel the same way. He'd also had Sarah on the side during his affair with John Paul, and he now had...whatever...with his brother, Jake. Once all the anger and righteous fury had abated, Craig realized he had no legs to stand on.
He did have two arms, and he tentatively wrapped them around Kieron's husky frame.
"Shh...I don't know what I'm saying half the time. Don't take notice of me. I'm sure John Paul loves you. Compared to a git like me, how could he not?"
Kieron smiled through his tears. He ran his large fingers on the hem of Craig's black and white cardigan.
"Seem pretty nice to me."
His fingertips traced the rippling six-pack Craig had concealed under his white vest. Craig shivered at the touch. Kieron was so pure, yet so dirty. No wonder John Paul had wanted him. His voice, hoarse, throaty, the dirty chuckle beneath his sorrow, set Craig off. Since the two men were standing so close to one another, Kieron soon noticed.
"Craig...I-I don't know if this is a good..."
Craig shushed him again.
"I don't care."
At that moment, he truly didn't. All he knew was that sex made him feel good, and no matter what role Kieron had in John Paul's life, Craig wanted to help make himself, as well as Kieron, feel good. Truthfully, the idea of fucking John Paul's new man without John Paul knowing really got Craig revved up, but he didn't want to say as much to Kieron, who seemed too kindhearted to share such lust.
Craig leaned forward, running his tongue over Kieron's lush lips. Kieron whimpered, tilting his head and leaning over Craig, opening his mouth to allow Craig entrance. They kissed with trepidation, feeling each other out, Craig squeezing Kieron's large biceps, trailing his fingers up to Kieron's broad shoulders, caressing his pale neck.
With trembling hands, Kieron lifted Craig's cardigan and vest over his head, gasping at the immaculately cut, tanned chest before him.
"No wonder John Paul loves you so much..." Kieron whispered.
He ran his hands over Craig's erect, dark nipples, pinching them. Craig giggled ever so slightly, as he did when his sensitive nips were grazed. Kieron twisted them, causing Craig to yelp.
As Craig began to unbutton Kieron's dark blue dress shirt, Niall crept into the flat. He'd assumed he'd return to a bloody row, with one or both men in pieces. Instead, Craig was half-naked and Kieron was undoing his cuffs, giving Craig that glassy-eyed gaze of lust which always seemed to make John Paul crumble.
Niall hid behind a nearby wall, his Adam's Apple jostling down his long neck as he reluctantly groped at the crowded package in his skintight black jeans. He hated saintly Kieron so much and Craig was just a prat, but the sexual tension in the room made it almost impossible for him not to tear off his clothes and join in. Instead, he pulled out his trusty camera phone, and his slender length, quietly wanking one while capturing images with the other.
Craig pulled Kieron's shirt out of his trousers and watched the blue fabric waft to the floor. Kieron blushed and sucked in his stomach as Craig leered at him.
"Don't do that," Craig whispered, running his olive-tinted hand over Kieron's pale, hair-dusted pectorals. "You're gorgeous just the way you are."
Kieron chuckled, more from nerves than bemusement, and shook his head.
"C'mon, look at you. And look at me. You're an Adonis, and I'm this loser with a big beak and a big gut."
Craig took Kieron's face into his hands, their foreheads pressing together.
"Bollocks. You have such a cute little tummy."
He squeezed Kieron's slight hint of a stomach, making Kieron turn beet red.
"Your nose gives you character...and it lets me do this."
Without warning, he sank his teeth into Kieron's large honker, leaving Kieron to whimper and whelp at the same time.
"And you know what they say about big noses..." Craig smirked, suddenly cupping the large package in the front of Kieron's black trousers.
Kieron, mouth hanging open, began to breathe shallowly as Craig slowly kissed his way down the beefy chest, tasting the sweat and the matted hair and the sheer forbidden pleasure. He stopped to gently bite Kieron's belly before unfastening Kieron's slacks. He looked up at Kieron, grinniing impishly as he lowered Kieron's white briefs.
"Beautiful," he breathed, as he held Kieron's thick, partially erect endowment in his sweaty hand. He tenderly pulled Kieron's foreskin up, blowing a warm breath on the exposed head. Kieron had shut his eyes, not wanting to fully process his cheating on John Paul, but his eyes flew open as Craig deep-throated him. He moaned, putting his hands on Craig's broad shoulders to steady himself.
Niall fought back his own moan as he watched Craig slowly remove his hungry gullet from Kieron's tool. Kieron's now fully erect cock was as thick as Niall's wrist, a fat 8 inches with a decided and delicious curve to the right. Niall absentmindedly traced a finger down the bottom of his jeans as he imagined sitting on that holy hardon. He hurriedly fished out his thin but lengthy piece, briskly masturbating to Craig going down on Kieron.
Just as Kieron had curled his fingers into Craig's short dark hair, Craig pulled away. He laid down on the couch, beckoning Kieron to follow him.
"I need you to sit my face," Craig said in a steel-melting voice.
Niall sank his teeth into his lower lip as he watched a bewildered Kieron stand still. Kieron's meaty, plump buttocks jostled as he slowly moved closer to Craig. Niall admired Craig's good taste, he'd long wanted to sink his teeth into that big yet firm bum.
"I-I..." Kieron stammered.
"I know what a slut John Paul is, I know you've done this before."
Kieron couldn't argue with that. He also couldn't argue with his rock hard cock jutting out in front of him.
He crouched above Craig's head, squatting over his eager tongue. He could only make a mewling half-cry as he felt those soft hands part his large cheeks, that tongue begin to enter his lightly furred hole.
Craig's dick was now tenting from his jeans, leaking against the denim. Kieron put his hand on the crotch, tracing the head with his thick thumb and forefinger. Craig began to thrust upwards as he dove deeper into Kieron's arse.
Kieron got the hint, writhing at the sensations inside him, but still managing to unzip and free Craig's cock. One of the most beautiful cocks Kieron had ever seen, the perfect size, length, width, and lovely coloring. It took his breath away.
He leaned over to run his tongue up and down the teenage penis, another healthy dose of precum dripping from his engorged penis as he wondered just how he'd become a plaything for 18 and 19 year olds. He drove further down on Craig's face, the ever so slight hints of stubble chafing pleasurably at his cheeks. He felt as if he was being devoured from the inside out. He chewed lightly at Craig's foreskin, getting a moaned profanity from Craig in response.
Suddenly, Craig shoved his tongue straight up Kieron's chute. Caught offguard, Kieron's orgasm shot through the air, his rugged, naked body convulsing wildly from that sensation.
Kieron quickly gobbled up Craig's own ample hardness, greedily taking in his seed. He slid up Craig's tired, perspiration-covered body, sharing Craig's cum. Their tongues duelled as Craig scooped Kieron's cum from their chests and into their mouths.
This was too much for Niall, his 10 inches erupting against his leather jacket and black shirt. He licked his hand ,fighting every instinct in his body to join the adulterous Adonises before him.
"I..." Kieron began, looking down on Craig with hesitancy.
"What, Kieron?" Craig asked, softly, taking Kieron's large hand in his.
"I didn't...get to see your face when you...um...came."
Bemused, Craig slyly grinned as he stifled a yawn.
"I think you're going to be seeing plenty of that from now on."
Sporting a goofy smile, Kieron let Craig pull him down onto his smooth chest, where they had a nice rest.
Niall, meanwhile, booked a train trip to Nana McQueen's, eagerly awaiting the chance to show precious John Paul the evidence of his lovers' betrayal...
000
Russ wasn't sure what to make of Ravi Roy. The gorgeous, if slightly weird, South Asian man had made a pass at him a few weeks earlier, but claimed to be fine with Russ turning him down. Ravi seemed to just assume Russ wasn't into men, which was fine with Russ, because if he'd known about the hot sex Russ had shared with Spike and Jake Dean, among others, he'd probably keep Russ chained to his bed.
As Ravi wandered into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of short red workout shorts, Russ wondered if that would be such a bad thing.
"I got a cramp in my arm," he said, wincing and pointing to his right shoulder. "Can you give me a massage?"
Ravi was a real work of art, especially his smooth, sculpted chest, caramel skin dotted with two small, dark nipples. His tree trunk thighs were on full display in his flimsy workout shorts. That killer body was offset by his more genial face, especially his cheeky grin he almost seemed to wear as a defense mechanism.
"Nice try, mate," Russ smirked, walking away from the pass.
Suddenly, Ravi grabbed him.
"So much for the hurt arm," Russ taunted until he was rudely interrupted by the blunt force of Ravi's mouth. Ravi pushed his tongue against Russ' lips, not satisfied until Russ relented. He ripped open Russ' white dress shirt, desperately groping his dark chest fur as his other hand squeezed and pawed the beefy buns and nice package on display in Russ' tight jeans.
Russ pulled away, with more reluctance than he cared to admit.
"As long as you're with my best mate Nancy, this isn't going to happen." As he went off to his room, preparing for a long wank session, he ended with, "And you're paying for that shirt!"
Ravi cursed. Weren't men supposed to be less hung up on this shit? Sure, Ravi was dating Nancy ,and he really liked her, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?
He'd show Russ. He was going to go out and seduce the first man he saw.
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So who do you want Ravi to seduce? You make the choice, just let me know.