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  <title>Gravitys Rainbow</title>
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  <updated>2007-05-23T11:25:48Z</updated>
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    <title>John-Paul/Craig Hollyoaks Fic</title>
    <published>2007-05-23T11:25:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-23T11:25:48Z</updated>
    <category term="john-paul mc&amp;apos;queen. slash. craigdean. ho"/>
    <content type="html">This is my first JP/Craig fic. But i like it. Im not new to fics. I write a load. But here's my first Hollyoaks.&lt;br /&gt;And i only just watched sundays omnibus. God have i missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;At last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='arctic_funky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://arctic-funky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://arctic-funky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;arctic_funky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom/Pairing: &lt;/strong&gt;Hollyoaks, John Paul/Craig, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: Future R. First Chapter..PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings&lt;/strong&gt;: slash, drugs, sex, (Future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; After all of last weeks events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: I do not own Hollyoaks or the characters&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: JP and Craig have an interesting online chat. Ending in a surprise visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;p&gt;J-P &amp;lt;3 Spike says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;You can block me if you want but we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Craig4sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There’s nothing to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;J-P &amp;lt;3 Spike says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don’t play games with me Craig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Craig4sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Games. You love me you don’t. Make your mind up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;J-P &amp;lt;3 Spike says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me make my mind up. You’re the one who slept with me and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Craig4sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well im not the only one who slept with someone else am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;J-P &amp;lt;3 Spike says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think we need to talk this out face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Craig4sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah cause we know what good it did last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;J-P &amp;lt;3 Spike says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well its either now or never. Were sending uni apps off soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Craig4sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Id rather it was never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;J-P &amp;lt;3 Spike says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, if your like that then I’ll just see you at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Craig4sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I wont see you at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;J-P &amp;lt;3 Spike says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Craig4sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ff0000"&gt;Craig4sarah has left the conversation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fic Seth/Other All In A Days Work</title>
    <published>2007-04-10T18:11:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-10T18:11:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Title : All In A Days Work&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Part : Chapter 1/?&lt;br /&gt;Author : arctic_funky&lt;br /&gt;Fandom : The OC&lt;br /&gt;Pairing :Seth/Other&lt;br /&gt;Category : Drama&lt;br /&gt;Rating : R&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers : End of season 3 beginning of season 4&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note : This is the first time ive posted on livejournal so hope you like it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He grabs a drink and walks sketchily across the lively dance floor to where Annie James and Connor sit. After sipping his JD and placing an arm around Annie, he notices the stare of the barman. Followed by a smirk. The rest of the group are oblivious and Seth smirks back flirtatiously as Annie rest her grinning head on his shoulder. Usually he'd take advantage of this moment. But not tonight. Tonight he is unmeaningly flirting with the cute barman behind the counter. Cute? Man? Same thought? Did he just actually think that or is it his mind slowly filling with alcohol playing tricks on him. Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thing that really shifts it is when an already intoxicated Summer and Ryan walking through the velvet ropes. And him not feeling jealous of Ryan. But of Summer. And before you think it, No. Not that Ryan. But a new Ryan. A carbon copy of Seth. The looks, the comic books. Only he goes to brown not RISD. And is sleeping with Summer. Unlike Seth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He clutches his college bag and bounds to the bathrooms. Taking out the smaller bag inside the larger. He applies thick black eye make-up. Tonight isn’t about pleasing other people. Its about pleasing Seth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the toilet trip, he places his bag with the cute barman behind the bar. And ventures onto the dance floor. The song changes and he scans the bobbing heads for someone to dance with. And finds the perfect candidate. Ryan. Now you can think that Ryan. Summer's Ryan. He slurs "Can I borrow you" And drags him away. It wasn’t a clean brake up. The Seth/Summer one. It was as messy and you can imagine. It was as messy as you can imagine finding your boyfriend in bed with some random to be. Some random guy that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan’s a good dancer and quickly forgets Summers there. Seth doesn’t. He's gunna live up to everything he got called and gets called everyday. All the homophobic insults. You'd think people'd grow up by College and just call it experimenting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But they’re just as childish as High School. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They grind and bump to the music. And by the time the songs ended they may aswel be in each others pants. Summer looks pissed and resigns to sitting alone texting Taylor. Looking up now and again and catching Seth's eye. Giving him an evil look. Just what he wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second beat ends and Seth places his lips closer to Ryan's ear. "I can make the evening better if you'll let me". They scuttle to the toilets. Two to a cubicle And Seth rummages his pockets for a small bag of white powder. Sandy's emergencies only credit card and a ten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because its the new Seth. No-one liked him. Well, no-one that he cared about anymore did. When he'd visited home for the renamed Christmas. It had been pretty silent. Word had gotten to Ryan, via Taylor, who had been told by Summer. About Seth's experimental rendezvous. And Sandy and Kirsten knew. Seth loved the new Seth. He was confident. Sexy. And most of the time sophisticated. And don’t forget gay. Or maybe Bi. He hadn’t decided yet. But home had been awkward. Not for Seth. He was more happy it was out there than anything else. It felt like the best thing ever. "Mom, dad, Ryan, kaitlin, Julie, Taylor. Im sure by now you know im pretty much gay". Sandy had frowned into his turkey slightly at this. While Kaitlin sat there grinning. They had formed a pretty strong bond. And she had had known the first time Seth had done anything with a guy. "I thought id better tell you myself. You know. Its better to know straight from the horses mouth".He sat back down in his chair and watched as Summer ran out. "bye". He grinned through a mouth of turkey. Taylor had apparently only just gotten her there on the promise that Seth wouldn’t say anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he was never a keeping promises kind of guy now was he. Back to reality. He lifts his head and swipes at his nose with his hand. Ryan went first. He stands up and looks at Ryan who leans forward viciously and entwines his head and tongue violently with Seth’s. Perfect/ Soon hands are everywhere and Seth can feel kisses down his stomach and fingers grasping at his self designed belt. He's into all that now. And good at his. Before he knows it the tongue that was so recently kissing his lightly haired chest is licking the head of his hard on and daunting him. The coke has kicked in and he's in the mood for speedy not games. So he pushes Ryan's head forward carefully witha grip on his hair. And feels himself being given one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. Especially after such a build up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summer's squeaky voice suddenly fills the room and echoes. "Ryan!". And the sound of groaning comes from some of the guys relieving themselves comes from outside as they are thrown out of the room. They all soon fade and all that’s left is Summer. And the noise of her clopping her heels and pushing the cubicle door, only three down inwards. She's hot on their tail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan goes to pull back. But Seth doesn’t want it to end. Not so soon. He pushes his head lightly back onto him and moves it with his long fingers. "don’t let her stop us" he whispers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It comes to Seth and Ryan's door and she pushes "Ry?" A thought goes through Seth’s head. Shout out or not. Yeah, shout out. She hurt you enough for her to have a huge blow back. Excuse the pun. "He'll just be a second". Seth smiles to himself and releases into Ryan’s mouth who unexpectedly swallows. eww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;"What, Ryan?" Ryan gets up and grins to Seth gripping him into another kiss. Before opening the door to a genuinely confused looking Summer. "I might have known it was you" utters Summer and glares at Seth. "just enjoying my Saturday night" he smirks back. Ryan pushes by a smug looking Seth and takes Summer's hand in his. "We weren’t in there long, he dragged me in" Why did Summer draw liars to her. It wasn’t the first since the pair had broken up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ok, unlike Ryan here. Awful use of a wonderful name by the way, Im gunna tell the truth. Id rather you knew then had to put up with someone who uses their mouth like there’s a hot potato inside. Ryan, gave me head. Badly. And I wouldn’t blame you if you broke up with him." Waiting for a reaction he looked from Summer to Ryan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A hand flies upwards and slapped Ryan's face, followed by Seth's. "Why do you keep doing this" She tearfully moans at Seth and runs out of the bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seth kisses Ryan's cheek and looks at him. "All in a days work" He winks and walks away from him. It wont be long till Summer gets into another relationship and Seth reveals the guy for who he really is. He was just doing her a favour really.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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