Thank you for your nice comments about the first chapter. The past few months have been very busy, I'm sorry for the delay. I hope that if any of you have any suggestions about other characters to include, you'll let me know. I will still have John Paul and Craig though.
9
Only a few months had passed since that night Spike caught John Paul and Craig making love, but so much had changed. After being led on for months, John Paul learned Craig planned to marry his girlfriend Sarah. John Paul outed his affair with Craig by manipulating it so that Sarah would walk in on them while they were half-naked, writhing on Craig's bed. Craig said he wanted to be with John Paul, but when they were supposed to go to Ireland together, Craig still refused to touch John Paul in public. Not even a hug. A devastated John Paul left Craig at the airport. In the back of his mind, he wanted Craig to come back and carry him off into the sunset, but that was not going to happen. Craig was a coward, and John Paul knew that would never change unless he gave Craig a long time to grow.
He felt awful when he realized that Spike had known for months and kept quiet just for him. John Paul still cared for Spike, but he couldn't toy with Spike's feelings again, not after already hurting him so badly. Besides, Spike was working at the Dog in the Pond, the pub run by Craig's family. If John Paul showed up, they'd lynch him.
John Paul was in the middle of doing some sit-ups when his mobile phone rang. He answered without looking at the number.
"John Paul, don't ha..."
It was Craig. Instinctively, John Paul cut off the call. A few seconds later, it rang again. This time, his hopes overtook his anger and fear and he answered, knowing he'd regret it.
"Don't you ever listen? Why are you so stubborn?"
John Paul shook his head.
"Blame genetics. They even made me gay. I know how much that word scares you."
Craig ignored the shot.
"John Paul, please. I still love you. I still need you."
"Then why can't you show me that in public? Why didn't you come back for me?"
"Because I'm still working this out. I know I need time on my own, and so do you. I'm just asking you to please wait for me. Please."
John Paul sighed deeply.
"I feel like I've been waiting for all my life, Craig."
"That's because you have. We're soulmates, you and me. We hate each other and we love each other and we need each other."
When John Paul didn't answer back, Craig knew he had gotten through.
"Craig, I love you so much. I just don't think that will ever be enough. And every time I see your brother or your mother smirking at me, God help me, I want to punch them in the face."
"Punch my brother all you want, but my mum will beat you down, so steer well clear."
John Paul laughed. The first genuine laugh he had had in what seemed like months.
"You have such a sexy laugh, John Paul."
John Paul cursed under his breath. What Craig did to him was just criminal. All his defenses were wiped away, layer by layer.
"I miss your body, John Paul. I wish I could touch you."
John Paul sighed again.
"I wish you could touch me too."
"Then touch yourself for me. Right now."
John Paul was genuinely shocked.
"You working for a phone sex company now?"
"Just do it, babe."
John Paul detected the heavy breath on the line and realized Craig was likely touching himself. The image of a naked, sweaty Craig running his hands over his washboard abdominals and thick, long cock was enough to overtake John Paul's doubts. Craig could make him do anything.
Locking his bedroom door, he went to his full-length mirror, first doffing his undershirt, then his shorts. The sheen of sweat from his workout gave his body a glow as he explored his smooth chest and down his stomach. When John Paul finally got to his penis, he whimpered.
"I can feel your foreskin between my teeth, John Paul."
Groaning, John Paul skinned his cock back, running his thumb around the sensitive pink head.
"Your mouth on my...your lips are so full, Craig. Born for cocksucking."
He threw his head back as he cupped his balls. He left his erection alone, not wanting to push too soon. His other hand caressed his hard nipples.
"I can taste inside you, John Paul. Your sweet ass."
John Paul jolted as he slid a finger between his supple cheeks, circling around his rosebud. He soon added another finger. The phone was on the bed, put on speaker, which only amplified Craig's panting and dirty talk as both men grew closer and closer to their climax.
"Wanna come at the same time, babe. John Paul, I...I'm coming OOOHHHH...."
John Paul's lithe body shook violently as he ejaculated in time with his lover, even if they were thousands of miles apart. He had not had such a good orgasm since he couldn't remember when. Totally spent, he laid on the bed, licking his fingers clean. He could hear Craig's gentle purrs over the phone, almost as if he could imagine Craig beside him, stroking his chest and his hair and his rapidly deflating cock, making him feel like the most loved person in the world.
John Paul never wanted this to end, but he knew it was just another fantasy. A way for Craig to get off while staying safe in his Dublin closet. He didn't have the time or the strength to argue with Craig right now.
"Craig, this doesn't change anything. We still have a lot to talk about. But I love you. Remember that."
Craig didn't answer. John Paul hung up the phone. As he began to drift to sleep, he got a text from Craig.
"I love you too."
John Paul sighed. Why did love have to be so difficult.
99
Spike was closing up the Dog, clearing the last late customer out, when Jake Dean hurried into the pub. Jake was the son of the owner, Frankie Dean. He was currently living with his late wife's 18-year old sister, who was a royal bitch, berating John Paul for what he'd done to her friends Hannah and Sarah. Spike didn't know how anyone could put up with her, but Jake deserved her.
Jake sneered at Spike as Spike tidied up. Jake had been vocally homophobic about Craig and John Paul, and he made little secret of his contempt for Spike.
Spike was a burly man, with his broad shoulders, rugged face, short, choppy dark hair, and body which was rough through labor and hard work, not gym marathons. He could and often did get most men he wanted. The problem was keeping them. He still loved John Paul, and could barely be around him after the heartbreak John Paul and Craig put him through.
As he finished tidying up, Jake came behind the bar to get a pint. His very shapely backside accidentally brushed against Spike's package.
"Watch it, poof." Jake spat out at him.
"If you mean your arse, I've been watching it since you came in," Spike smirked. Jake spun around at the lewd remark.
The two men stared each other down. God, Jake was so fucking sexy, Spike thought. His masculine jawline with just a hint of stubble, his body, also the body of a working man, those fit arms bursting out of his tight t-shirt, that hairy chest peeking from the top of his shirt.
Spike wanted Jake so bad. Both as a notch on his belt and as a slap in the face to that awful Nancy. What was the worst that could happen? Jake would never let anyone know that Spike made a move on him. At worst, he'd lose his job.
Spike made up his mind as he felt Jake's heavy breaths on him. He grabbed Jake for a rough kiss. A totally stunned Jake did nothing to stop Spike from prying his mouth open, their tongues violently clashing. Spike felt Jake's meaty pecs in his big hands. Jake grunted his disapproval, but Spike kept on kissing, kept on groping, and soon Jake began to grind his crotch against Spike's own expert midsection.
Spike knew this was going to be fun. He just didn't realize they were going to have company before the night was over...
(to be continued)