John-Paul/Craig Hollyoaks Fic
And i only just watched sundays omnibus. God have i missed out.
Title: At last
Author: </a>
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arctic_funkyFandom/Pairing: Hollyoaks, John Paul/Craig,
Rating: Future R. First Chapter..PG
Warnings: slash, drugs, sex, (Future)
Spoilers: After all of last weeks events.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hollyoaks or the characters
Summary: JP and Craig have an interesting online chat. Ending in a surprise visit.
J-P <3 Spike says:
Craig4sarah says:
There’s nothing to talk about
J-P <3 Spike says:
Don’t play games with me Craig
Craig4sarah says:
Games. You love me you don’t. Make your mind up
J-P <3 Spike says:
Me make my mind up. You’re the one who slept with me and Sarah
Craig4sarah says:
Well im not the only one who slept with someone else am I
J-P <3 Spike says:
I think we need to talk this out face to face.
Craig4sarah says:
Yeah cause we know what good it did last time
J-P <3 Spike says:
Well its either now or never. Were sending uni apps off soon
Craig4sarah says:
Id rather it was never
J-P <3 Spike says:
Well, if your like that then I’ll just see you at school
Craig4sarah says:
And I wont see you at school
J-P <3 Spike says:
Perfect
Craig4sarah says:
Good
Craig4sarah has left the conversation
***
A loud knock from downstairs woke John-Paul from his disturbed sleep. He hadn’t slept well since...well, you know. He’d only fallen asleep revising anyway. Maybe it was a good job he got sleep now. All of his sisters would be back soon, from their getaway to Brighton. Thankfully Alec and Myra had gone aswel. They just about trusted John-Paul to stay there alone. As long as he promised to ring everyday.
The door knocked more rapidly, as he sleepily made his way downstairs. “Alright Im coming” He shouted at the knocking began to get harder and faster.
To his surprise, as he opened the door, there stood Craig. “Your making a habit of this” Uttered John-Paul under his breath, but just loud enough that Craig could hear him.
“Aren’t you gunna invite me in”. Craig barely lifted his head to make this remark. Those six words were about all he could muster. Well, all the words he could say without insulting him. Or worse. Kissing him. Embracing him, like the last time he had been in the house. John-Paul pulled back the door. Making was for Craig’s skinny yet perfect body to make his way through the entrance. He couldn’t leave him standing on the doorstep. And in the rain aswel. The pouring rain. It was supposed to be summer.
“I could…umm. Get you a towel or something.” John-Paul leant back against the front door as he shut out all the cold and worries. Why was Craig being so civil to him. Considering in their last conversation he had been so horrible to him. Even though it was an Instant Messenger one, he could hear Craig’s words echoing in his head. Like he had been in the room, even when he wasn’t.
“That’d be good” Craig said silently, removing his wet jacket and shoes. His hair was wet to his face, as he finally looked up at John-Paul. Both of them probably knew what this was leading up to. Infact, both of them defiantly did. Neither of them wanted to say it. Or make the first move. They’d probably end up dancing around each other, getting into another fight before they worked it out. They needed each other. They wanted each other. And the only things stopping them were Sarah, Spike. And well. Craig stubbornness to decline admitting he had those kind of feelings for his best friend. A friend who he had grown to love. In everyway possible. From the way he drank his coffee in the common room, to the way he answered questions in Maths. He was perfect, but those thoughts weren’t allowed to escape his mind. They were for Craig to enjoy, and for Craig to enjoy alone.
John-Paul wanderd up the stairs, letting a smile escape his lips as he reached the top step, and took a warm towel from the airing cupboard. Craig was in his house. Again. Finally. Surely this meant they were making a step forward in their relationship…well friendship. Or whatever. He couldn’t make sense of it in his mind. But as soon as he saw Craig, wherever it was. If it was the flashing online icon under his picture on myspace. To his name signed in in the register at school. He got those fluttery feelings. Right in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t like to call them butterflies. That kind of freeked him out when he was a kid, and he’d have nightmares. Butterflies on your stomach? That was as bad as swallowing apple seeds and an apple tree growing inside his stomach. Anyway, there were more important things to think about now. Like the fact Craig Dean was downstairs in his living room, slowly undressing to get dry. And the fact that, even though he hadn’t asked for a clean shirt, Craig would soon be wearing John-Paul’s clothes. It was like they were together. At last.
bored
sick