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wednesday_whimsyI can't believe the first thing I've written in months is Hollyoaks fanfiction. I'm a little bit ashamed, but it had to be done.
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jacqui_hw
Rating: PG-13 (unless non-graphic references to sex makes it an R)
Pairing: Craig/John-Paul
The worst thing about the whole sordid mess was, of course, the fact that Craig was right.
No matter what was said between them in the day, the little digs and secret words they'd use in front of Sarah and Spike, the angry "no"s and "never again"s, when Craig asked John-Paul agreed.
He began to wonder how it was possible to love and hate someone so much at the same time; how he could imagine perfectly a life with Craig in public, (a future for them, best friends always), while crying himself to sleep and spitting hate-filled assurances that he deserved more into his pillow.
Craig's pushed into JP with one stroke, lips curving up slightly as JP moaned and arched beneath him. He leaned closer, eyes focused on John-Paul's face, watching the emotions play there.
It always felt wrong somehow that Craig wouldn't look away or close his eyes while they had sex, as though for those moments only, he refused to lie to himself about what was happening.
He talked too, love and hate mingling together, strangely calming.
I hate you
No you don't
I hate that you do this to me
So stop
I can't
I'll stop
No please. I love you, I lo...
It didn't matter who was speaking. They knew neither and both were true.
Title: Untitled
Author:
jacqui_hwRating: PG-13 (unless non-graphic references to sex makes it an R)
Pairing: Craig/John-Paul
The worst thing about the whole sordid mess was, of course, the fact that Craig was right.
No matter what was said between them in the day, the little digs and secret words they'd use in front of Sarah and Spike, the angry "no"s and "never again"s, when Craig asked John-Paul agreed.
He began to wonder how it was possible to love and hate someone so much at the same time; how he could imagine perfectly a life with Craig in public, (a future for them, best friends always), while crying himself to sleep and spitting hate-filled assurances that he deserved more into his pillow.
Craig's pushed into JP with one stroke, lips curving up slightly as JP moaned and arched beneath him. He leaned closer, eyes focused on John-Paul's face, watching the emotions play there.
It always felt wrong somehow that Craig wouldn't look away or close his eyes while they had sex, as though for those moments only, he refused to lie to himself about what was happening.
He talked too, love and hate mingling together, strangely calming.
I hate you
No you don't
I hate that you do this to me
So stop
I can't
I'll stop
No please. I love you, I lo...
It didn't matter who was speaking. They knew neither and both were true.
