Title: Complete

Word count: 1987

Spoilers: None

Rating: NC17 – Graphic sex be here !!

No one paid any attention to John Paul and Craig as they rushed through the streets of Chester. No one much noticed that Craig was walking rather hunched over, or that John Paul had his fists thrust deeply into his coat pockets. And why should they?

Why would anyone have suspected that Craig's hunched shoulders were to enable his coat to cover the arousal that still hadn't subsided, or that John Paul kept his hands deep in his pockets, not as a guard against the cold, but to prevent him from reaching out to grip onto Craig's hand as they walked.

Neither of them spoke on the journey to John Paul's house, but the glances that passed between them were filled with more promises and desires than mere words could ever have vocalised.

At long last the McQueen house came into view and John Paul had his key in his hand ready the second he arrived at the front door. Unfortunately John Paul's hands were shaking so much that it proved impossible for him to get the key into the lock, and after several frustrated attempts the key slipped his grip entirely and fell to the ground making John Paul curse with annoyance.

Craig's laughter instantly shattered the building tension and as John Paul stooped to retrieve his key he couldn't help but join in.

They were still laughing when the front door clicked closed behind them, but as bags and coats were dropped in a heap on the floor the laughter faded as the friends, alone at last, reached for each other.

Generally speaking climbing stairs, kissing and unbuttoning clothing are three activities not to be attempted at the same time but somehow they managed it with only a few stumbles and, as they crashed through the door to John Paul's bedroom, most of their clothing was undone and fell easily to the floor.

"Now, where were we?" John Paul asked suggestively.

"I seem to remember a note," Craig replied with raised eyebrows.

"Now that you mention it, so do I," John Paul placed his hand against the smoothness of Craig's chest, his fingertips tingled at the touch of the warm skin and the beating of the heart beneath. With a single push Craig was toppled onto the bed.

"We'd better see what we can do about that!"

Joining Craig on the bed John Paul's mouth eagerly sought out the taste of Craig's, the softness of his lips and the heat of his tongue. His hands caressed the warmth of Craig's flesh, tracing a path down the body that was becoming as familiar to him as his own.

John Paul's mouth followed the journey of his hands, covering Craig's chest with soft kisses and gentle licks, pausing to run his tongue in circles around Craig's nipple before biting it playfully. The lower John Paul moved the faster Craig's breathing became, his heart racing with the anticipation of what was to come.

Craig whimpered as the heat from John Paul's mouth passed over his desperately aching cock, his fingers curling into the bed as John Paul ran his tongue lazily along its length before finally parting his lips and taking the swollen head into his hot mouth.

Craig cried out as John Paul's mouth moved, taking him deeper inside, his tongue still teasing, running over that sensitive little opening and then sucking Craig as far into his mouth as he could manage.

John Paul's heart pounded at the feeling of Craig inside him and the ever more fevered cries he was arousing.

Craig's body was beginning to tremble, the pent up frustration of the mornings lesson and the amazing things that John Paul was doing with his mouth were almost more that a mere mortal could handle.

"Oh god, John Paul." Craig's voice was barely a whisper.

Craig's eyes were closed tightly, his head thrown back and his breaths coming in short gasps. John Paul could feel Craig throbbing hard in his mouth as he sucked a little harder, moved a little faster.

Within seconds Craig cried out again as John Paul's mouth was filled with his hot desire, but John Paul didn't cease his attention to Craig until his friend fell back limply onto the bed completely spent.

"That was amazing," Craig breathed as John Paul worked his way back up the bed to brush a kiss against Craig's lips.

Craig pulled him closer, kissing him deeply, tasting himself in John Paul's mouth.

"Do you trust me Craig?"

Craig replied without hesitation, "Of course I do."

John Paul nodded as he chewed on his lip thoughtfully, "It's just that I thought maybe… I'd like to…"

"What?"

John Paul's voice trembled, he wanted Craig so badly, but he was afraid that he might be asking too much.

"I want to make love to you Craig."

Craig let out a low chuckle, "I think you just did!"

"No… I mean… you know…"

Craig's eyes widened with sudden realisation, "Oh!"

John Paul shook his head, "Look it doesn't matter, it's too soon, I know…"

Craig looked thoughtful, John Paul's suggestion both frightened and excited him, and as he looked into the soft blue eyes of his friend, his lover, he knew what he wanted.

"I think I'd like to."

"You're sure?"

"I think so… only don't we need some… thing…?"

John Paul was already ahead of him and, leaning over the edge of the bed, he swiftly produced a bottle of baby oil.

"Well you're prepared," Craig laughed.

"The one advantage of having so many sisters," John Paul replied, "Found it in the bathroom, they'll never notice it's gone!"

Craig cupped John Paul's face in his hands, leaning in to kiss him deeply, his tongue running over John Paul's lips and then sliding into his welcoming mouth. John Paul moaned softly as Craig pulled away, his eyes burning with desire.

Craig rolled over on to his side; John Paul curled up behind him, running his fingers over Craig's hips. He flipped the top off the bottle of baby oil and poured a little onto Craig's behind.

John Paul gently stroked Craig's buttocks, spreading the oil in circles, kneading into the soft flesh. John Paul slowly allowed his fingers to dip between Craig's buttocks, moving in smaller and smaller circles until, with a gentle push, one oily fingertip slid easily inside him.

Craig let out a sudden gasp as John Paul's finger moved deeper inside him.

"Is that alright?" John Paul asked in a worried tone.

Craig nodded, "It's… it feels really good."

John Paul allowed a second finger to join the first amazed as he felt Craig pushing back against him, urging him deeper. John Paul was surprise as he heard a desperate moan coming from his own mouth, he had never wanted anybody so badly before, every inch of him ached with desire.

He couldn't wait any longer and, pouring a little more of the oil on himself, John Paul replaced his fingers with the head of his cock he pushed slowly, crying out as he felt Craig's body opening up to him.

John Paul moved slowly deeper into Craig, torn between a desperation to be completely inside him but ever conscious of not wanting to hurt his friend.

Craig let out a whimper as he felt his body being stretched in a way he had never known possible, a hot burning sensation torn through him, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper feeling of pleasure the further John Paul pushed inside him.

John Paul paused, his mouth resting against Craig's neck, his body pushed up close against his back, his cock completely engulfed inside Craig's hot body.

"You feel amazing," he breathed into Craig's ear, "I had no idea if would feel this good."

John Paul began to move, a slow rocking motion at first, marvelling at the sensation as Craig's body gripped and yielded to him so completely.

Craig's attention was so focused on the feeling of John Paul inside him that he had barely noticed how hard he was again until John Paul reached around him, curling his fingers around his freshly aroused cock.

John Paul's hand moved in slow deliberate stokes along the length of Craig's cock, each stoke matched in time to the thrusting of his hips.

They both moaned softly as their bodies rocked together, John Paul pushing deeply into Craig, his hips and hand moving ever faster, their breaths coming in short gasps.

Craig let out a cry as John Paul's cock moved deeply inside him, brushing the spot he never knew existed, causing fireworks behind his eyes. He clamped his hand down over John Paul's urging him faster until, with a yell, his body shook as a second orgasm tore through him.

The shuddering of Craig's body pushed John Paul over the edge as he slammed himself deeply into Craig, his own cries mingling with Craig's as his body shook with the force of his climax.

The rocking of their bodies slowly subsided and they lay wrapped together for a few seconds. Reluctantly John Paul relinquished his possession of Craig's body as he rolled over on to his back. His head was spinning and he could hear the blood racing through his veins.

They lay in a quiet stillness, their heads leaning against each other, fingers playfully entwined, listening to the soft sounds of their breaths and wanting nothing more than to just be together.

When Craig spoke his voice was low and hesitant.

"John Paul?"

"Hmmm?" John Paul turned his head to look at Craig.

"You know… what I said…?"

"When?"

"You know, at the dance-off, what I said."

"You said a lot of things."

"Yeah, but what I said before… before we kissed… you remember?"

John Paul smiled, how could he ever forget, he had lost count of the number of times he'd replayed that moment over and over in his mind, the feel of Craig's breath against his face, Craig's hands holding onto his jacket, the closeness. It was a moment forever etched into his memory.

"Yeah," he replied, "I remember."

"Good," Craig said nodding, "Coz I meant it."

John Paul curled his fingers more tightly around Craig's.

"I love you too," he said gently.

All too soon it was time to leave, Craig groaned as he cast a lazy eye towards his watch.

"I really should be going," he complained.

John Paul just nodded, he would have liked nothing more than to have Craig lying in his arms all night, to wake with him in the morning, but they both knew that wasn't a possibility, at least not yet.

As the two friends reached the bottom of the stairs the front door opened.

"Alright boys?" Jacqui said with a grin as she made her way into the kitchen with several heavily laden shopping bags, "Give us a hand putting this away John Paul."

John Paul nodded to her before turning back to Craig.

"Call me later?"

"Of course," Craig picked up his bag and coat, and paused casting his gaze over to Jacqui, who was obviously watching despite her pretence at putting away the shopping.

"I'll speak to you in a bit," he continued and then, with a deep breath, Craig made the decision he had been putting off. Placing one hand gently against John Paul's face Craig leaned forward pressing a soft kiss against his lips before turning to go. John Paul stood motionless staring at the door as it closed behind Craig, a smile spreading rapidly across his face.

"So that's why you've been in such a good mood lately," Jacqui commented. John Paul just flashed her his brightest smile before heading back up the stairs.

"Shopping?" Jacqui called after him.

"In a minute."

"I hope you boys were being good up there!"

"Course we were," John Paul bounded up the last few steps before continuing under his breath "We were amazing!"