Title: Truth or Dare No2 A Lads Night In (If you missed part one it's HERE)
Rating: YOU KNOW it's NC17 ???!!!
Word Count: 4812
Summary: Having found a new friend in Spike Craig is happy to accept an invite to watch the football!



“But WHY can’t I come with you?” There was a whining quality to Sarah’s voice that set Craig’s teeth on edge.

Forcing a smile Craig explained it calmly to her once again. “It’s a lads night,” he said, “You know… footy, beer… blokey stuff. You’d be bored.”

“But I wouldn’t be… I’d be with you.”

“Look Sarah,” Craig sighed as he pulled on his jacket and grabbed the carrier bag full of cans, “YOU wanted me to get along with Spike and now that I finally agree to a lads night with him and John Paul d’you really want me to look an idiot by turning up with my girlfriend?”

“I suppose not,” Sarah simpered, “I guess I’ll call Hannah and see what she’s up to.”

Sarah kissed Craig’s cheek as he turned to leave. “Have a good time,” she called after him.

“I’m sure I will,” Craig called back with a grin. “You can count on it,” he said under his breath.

---

“Craig, come in,” Spike’s smile was wide as he opened the front door. Craig smiled back as he took in the form of the man before him. He couldn’t help but notice how Spike’s tight fitting t-shirt hugged the curves of his body and showed each muscle off to perfection.

Craig took a deep breath as he stepped over the threshold, he couldn’t believe that he had never realised just how attractive Spike was before or how he seemed to ooze a sexuality that was almost addictive.

“Go straight through,” Spike was saying, “John Paul’s already in there.”

“I brought these.” Craig held up the carrier bag of cans.

“Great,” Spike said taking them from him, “I’ll stick them in the fridge for later.”

“Later…” The word seemed to echo in Craig’s mind and his body trembled slightly with anticipation.

“Craig, hi, glad you could make it.” John Paul turned his head peering over the back of the sofa to look at his friend. The very same sofa that Spike had pushed out of the way a few days earlier as he had eased John Paul to the floor and the very same sofa that they had all leapt to, adjusting their clothes, when they had seen Sarah begin to wake.

“It was an offer I couldn’t refuse,” Craig said blushing lightly at his own choice of words as he took a seat next to John Paul.

“Yeah,” John Paul agreed, “It should be a good match.”

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After ninety minutes, plus half time and extra time Craig was getting a little bit twitchy. Of course he’d drunk his share of the beer and he’d screamed at the players, or the referee depending on exactly WHO they felt needing telling just how to play the game at that moment in time.

He had spent the entire time sat on the sofa between the two men who, only a few days ago, he had gotten to know a whole lot better. He could feel the heat of their bodies pressed close against his, their legs would rub against his thigh as they moved in reaction to the match and John Paul would rest his hand on Craig’s knee for a second as he leant forward to yell at the screen. Craig took a deep breath as the final whistle blew and tried to calm his growing frustration.

When John Paul had invited him to Spike’s earlier that day Craig had believed it was implied that a replay of their previous time together was on offer and now they were both acting as if this was just a simple “lads night in.” Craig was beginning to wonder if he had misjudged the situation terribly.

“You owe me a tenner,” Spike said smugly holding out his hand across Craig’s chest.

“Fine you win,” John Paul sighed fishing the note from his pocket and placing it in Spike’s open palm.

“D’you two have a bet on the match,” Craig enquired.

“Not exactly,” John Paul replied with a laugh.

“So what then?”

“Well… you… kind of…” John Paul couldn’t keep the amusement from his voice.

“Me?” Craig scowled at the laughter coming from his friend as he got the growing feeling that he had been the butt of some in-joke between John Paul and Spike.

“Well not exactly YOU,” Spike said.

“So what EXACTLY then?” Craig asked with annoyance.

“Hey relax,” Spike said placing his warm hand on the firmness of Craig’s thigh and squeezing it lightly.

“I will,” Craig said through gritted teeth, “As soon as one of you tells me what’s going on.”

“It’s silly really,” Spike confessed not moving his hand from Craig’s leg, “But John Paul bet me that I couldn’t keep my hands off you for the entire match.”

Craig turned to John Paul with wide eyes; John Paul just shrugged with a sheepish grin.

Spike pressed his hand against Craig’s cheek, turning the man back to face him. “And I only just managed it,” he admitted as he finally leant in to kiss the soft full mouth that he had been watching all evening.

Craig’s hands slipped instinctively around Spike’s neck pulling the hot kiss closer to him, parting his lips as Spike’s tongue ventured deep inside.

“I’ve never been that much a fan of football,” Spike breathed as he broke from the intensity of the kiss, “It lasts too long!”

John Paul got to his feet and held his hands out to Craig. “Come on,” he said.

“Where to?” Craig asked as he stood up and took hold of the hands on offer to him.

“D’you trust me Craig,” John Paul asked.

“Course I do.”

“Good,” he said with a smile, “Then this is gonna be amazing.”

Without any further explanation John Paul lead his friend to the bedroom with Spike following close behind.

---

Spike’s bedroom seemed dominated by the vastness of the king sized bed at its centre. The red satin sheets looked luxurious and the ornate metal headboard appeared almost gothic.

But Craig had little time to take in the décor.

As soon as they entered the room John Paul let go of Craig’s hands and stepped back looking at Spike for a second. Spike just nodded and both men turned their attention to Craig.

“Take your clothes off.” Craig looked in surprise at John Paul’s tone. His lovers voice sounded cold, but more than that, he sounded confidant and completely in control.

Craig didn’t move as the two men looked at him.

“You said you trust me Craig,” John Paul said, his voice more gentle, more the voice Craig recognised and his blue eyes sparkling with a lust that made Craig’s body ache, “So trust me… you won’t regret it.”

Craig slowly began to peel his clothes from his body painfully aware that each motion was being carefully watched. Dropping his shirt to the floor Craig could feel two sets of eyes burning into his bare chest making his hands shake as he undid his trousers.

Kicking off his shoes Craig bent forward as he eased his trousers and boxers over his hips and down the length of his legs, the extent of his arousal quickly becoming apparent.

Once naked Craig stood upright again with his hands hanging limply at his sides. Somehow he knew that he should wait for further instructions.

John Paul let his eyes wander over the lightly tanned skin of his best friend. He licked his lips unconsciously as he remembered the taste of that flesh against his mouth.

“Get on the bed.” Spike’s voice was firm and Craig felt no hesitation in following his orders. “Lie down in the middle.”

Craig relished the feel of the cool sheets against his back as he lay silently in the centre of the bed.

Staring unblinking at the whiteness of the ceiling Craig heard footsteps approaching from each side. One hand touched against his chest and he saw John Paul’s bright smile leaning over him.

John Paul hadn’t expected Craig to understand this game so quickly and, as he pressed his mouth hard against Craig’s, John Paul felt his entire body pulse with the knowledge of what was to come.

As John Paul continued to kiss Craig he ran his hands along the length of his arms, stretching them out above his head until Craig’s fingers brushed against the cold metal of the headboard.

Craig parted his lips, urging John Paul’s tongue inside and sucking hungrily at it as soon as it penetrated his mouth. He was almost unaware of Spike’s presence until he felt a strong grip on his hands holding them together as a cool binding was wound around his wrists.

John Paul pulled back to watch as Spike quickly fastened the leather strap holding Craig’s hands to the headboard leaving the man tied firmly in place. Craig pulled against his restraints causing them to tighten on his flesh as he cast a concerned glance at John Paul.

“It’s OK,” John Paul promised him, “Trust me.”

Craig relaxed back against the bed. If there was one person in the whole world he could trust he knew it was John Paul and, despite the uncertainty of his position, Craig could not deny the ache that was throbbing in his groin as Spike approached him again.
“Goodnight Craig,” Spike whispered as he placed a blindfold over Craig’s eyes plunging the man into complete darkness.

Blind and bound Craig could only wait and see what else John Paul and Spike had planned for him.

---

John Paul’s eyes sparkled as he looked down at the prostrate body of Craig lying helpless on the bed. Every inch of him wanted to possess that body immediately but he knew that there was so much more pleasure to be found in the waiting.

Spike grinned as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and quickly discarded the rest of his clothes making John Paul realise that he was still fully dressed and that wasn’t part of the plan.

Craig felt the bed dip on each side with the weight of his companions climbing beside him. Kneeling either side of Craig’s nakedness John Paul and Spike reached for each other, their mouths melting together in the heat. John Paul groaned as Spike brushed his hand over the growing hardness of his cock, pulling Spike tighter against him and pushing his tongue deep inside Spike’s mouth.

Craig pulled against his restraints again as he strained to see through the darkness of his blindfold, the sounds coming from John Paul making him ache.

Spike looked down on the frustrated Craig with satisfaction. Was it really only a few months ago that Spike would have bet his life on Craig being a total homophobe? It seemed so unlikely now as Craig lay completely at his mercy almost begging to be touched.

He watched the exquisite agony on Craig’s face as he traced a lazy finger over his chest, circling his nipples and then running down over his belly. Spike’s finger brushed lightly against Craig’s pubic hair before turning in another direction leaving Craig whimpering in frustration.

As Spike’s fingers continued their teasing journey of Craig’s body he felt another pair of hands, John Paul’s hands, moving over his thighs, stroking upwards and parting Craig’s legs as they went.

Craig’s hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms, as John Paul’s hands travelled higher, moving painfully slowly as they approached his groin.

Spike’s lips against his mouth took Craig completely by surprise as his attention had been so focused on John Paul’s touch and the power of Spike’s kiss seemed to steal the air from his lungs.

He gasped against Spike’s mouth as he tried to pull air back into his body without relinquishing the taste of the man against him. Spike’s tongue brushed over his lips before pushing them wider apart and burrowing deep inside him.

Just as Spike’s tongue sank into the wetness of Craig’s mouth Craig felt John Paul’s breath against his cock making it jump, eager for attention.

John Paul let his fingers wrap lightly around the base of Craig’s cock as he blew a gentle stream of air along its shaft feeling it pulse harder in his hand.

John Paul’s own cock was throbbing hard, just as he knew Spike’s must be, and it took all of his restraint not to seek his gratification immediately. Spike had described his plan in detail the night before. In such graphic detail in fact that it had left John Paul begging Spike to fuck him hard right there and then, and of course Spike had been more than happy to comply.

Watching as Spike continued to kiss Craig deeply, his hands tweaking at Craig nipples, John Paul licked the tip of his tongue over the head of Craig’s cock causing Craig to raise his hips in a desperate attempt to gain access to John Paul’s mouth.

Running his tongue over the sensitive tip of Craig’s cock John Paul tasted the salty precum as Craig’s arousal grew. After teasing him a little longer John Paul relented and parted his lips to take Craig’s cock inside him, sucking gently at it as he pulled it deeper into his mouth.

Spike turned his face from Craig’s mouth to watch as his lover sucked at the hard cock, his own throbbing at the memory of how good it felt to be inside John Paul’s mouth like that.

Spike ran a trail of kisses over Craig’s chest, pausing to nibble, lick or bite at the flesh under his mouth as the fancy took him, until his face was next to John Paul’s.

John Paul sucked hard on the cock in his mouth as he pulled his lips over its length until they barely covered its tip. Spike’s tongue lapped at John Paul’s mouth and over Craig’s cock until John Paul relinquished his possession and allowed Spike to take his place, Craig’s cock disappearing deeply into that second mouth in an instant.

Craig’s moans were now filling the room as he writhed against the bed, the pleasure of the two men almost too much to stand.

John Paul bit his lip as he watched Spike’s head move deeply between Craig’s thighs. He could tell by Craig’s panting moans that he wouldn’t last much longer and John Paul was ready for the next stage in their plan.

John Paul nibbled slightly on Craig’s earlobe, his breath hot against Craig’s skin.

“I told you this would be good,” he whispered into Craig’s ear. Craig’s response was an incoherent mumble, as his cock was taken ever deeper into Spike’s mouth as the man expertly teased the willing flesh into submission.

“I know you want to come Craig,” John Paul continued, “Just let go, trust me, this is only the start.”

John Paul plunged his tongue hard into Craig’s open panting mouth as Craig hips bucked against the growing force racing through his body.

Spike could feel Craig’s cock pulsing hard in his mouth and he knew that it was only a matter of moments before Craig would explode into him. He sucked harder, pressing his tongue against Craig’s cock as his mouth moved faster against the hard flesh.

Craig cried out into John Paul’s mouth as Spike’s attentions brought him to an overpowering release. Coming hard into Spike’s hot mouth as the man continued to suck at him not letting go until Craig’s body felt limply back against the bed.

As Spike raised his head from Craig’s groin John Paul grabbed for him. Pressing his lips against Spike’s and pushing his tongue inside tasting the evidence of Craig’s desire in his boyfriends open mouth.

Craig felt his bindings loosen and his hands tingled as the blood flowed freely through them again. He reached for his blindfold but a hand stopped him.

“Not yet,” Spike told him, “Now get on your knees.”


Craig obeyed in an instant and as soon as he was kneeling in the centre of the bed his arms were pulled behind him and tied together once again.

He had no idea what was to happen next, he was at the mercy of his two lovers and was surprised by just how much that excited him.

Sex with Sarah had always been good… enjoyable… but he had been the one in control. It had been Craig who made the decisions and took the action, it had been Craig who said where and when and even how. But now he was powerless, whatever happened to him it was completely out of his hands. All he could do was wait and see and the knowledge of that sent tremors through his flesh.

He felt the motion of the bed as the men moved around him. There was a silence in the room save for their breathing, heavy and aroused as each of the men enjoyed their role in this game.

Without comment or warning Craig felt the heat from the tip of a cock as it pressed against his lips. He had no idea if it was John Paul or Spike standing before him but his mouth opened to take the hard member inside without hesitation.

Soft hands held his face in place as the cock was pushed deeper into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it eagerly and his lips running over the length of it’s shaft as he began to suck.

Spike watched with a smile as John Paul fed his cock into Craig’s willing mouth. He had never expected Craig to be so willing or so submissive, he had expected some resistance to his little game but Craig had surprised them all with just how keen he was to yield to his masters.

John Paul’s hips moved in a slow rhythm as his cock slid in and out of the heat of Craig’s mouth and his legs shook as his desire increased by the second.

Spike watched silently, his hand running lightly over his own throbbing erection, as his boyfriend fucked that beautiful face. Craig’s cheeks were hollowed as he sucked at the cock as if he were a starving man being presented with the finest meal. John Paul’s breathing was getting heavy and laboured; his face was flushed with lust as he pushed himself deeper into Craig’s mouth.

A single nod from Spike was all the instruction John Paul needed to reluctantly withdraw from Craig. It might be Craig who was bound and blindfold but there was no question of who exactly was in charge.

Craig sat back on his heels as the hardness of the cock was taken from him, he might not have wanted to let it go but it was not his place to question these things.

A strong hand pushed at the back of Craig’s head, tipping him carefully forward until his face came to rest on the soft pillow that John Paul had quickly placed there.

Spike ran his hands over the roundness of the buttocks that were presented to him, squeezing lightly at the soft flesh for a second before taking hold of the bottle of lube that John Paul had brought to him.

Coating his fingers in the cool oily liquid Spike plunged them deep into Craig’s tight flesh a little harder than he had intended.

Craig whimpered for a second at the sudden violent intrusion into his body but any real complaint was far from his mind as the fingers inside him penetrated him deeply reawakening his cock again.

Spike felt a moments guilt worried that he had treated Craig too roughly. His desire had gotten the better of him as he made Craig’s flesh submit to him. But as he felt Craig push back against his hand, willing him deeper, Spike realised that Craig had no such worries about his violation.

Pouring a little of the lube over his cock Spike ran his hand over its length, enjoying the slick feeling as he coated himself fully.

Craig held his breath as he felt the fingers slip from his body and the hardness of something much larger push against his opening. The cock slid easily into his oiled passage, driving into him, filling and stretching him completely.

Spike’s hands gripped at Craig’s hips as he worked his way deeper inside that hot pathway which gripped him tightly and yet yielded to him completely.

Spike grunted as he slammed himself fully into Craig, possessing him entirely as John Paul watched.

“God you feel so good,” Spike panted allowing Craig the knowledge for the first time of who it was inside him. “Did he feel this amazing the first time?” Spike asked turning his eyes to John Paul, “Did he beg you to fuck him that first time like you did with me?” John Paul’s face flushed at the memory of his first time with Spike when the man had awoke such an unprecedented arousal in him that he had literally begged Spike to enter him.

“He was incredible,” John Paul admitted as he approached Spike taking the man’s face in his hands, “And I knew that you would think so too.”

John Paul kissed Spike’s mouth with a fierce passion as the man continued to delve deep into Craig, pounding hard into the supple body that was completely at his mercy.

Craig could hardly believe what he was hearing. Listening to John Paul talk about him like that, knowing that he had been more than willing to share him with Spike, Craig thought that he should feel some annoyance, but instead it just seemed to make him grow harder as he felt the hard length of Spike’s cock fully inside him grazing at that point that made him cry out with pleasure.

Spike moaned into John Paul’s kiss as the tightness of Craig brought his lust to fever pitch. He wanted so desperately to continue, to come deep inside the man who until recently he had barely tolerated but that wasn’t part of the plan, there was one point that John Paul had insisted on.

John Paul pulled back from the kiss and his blue eyes flashed at Spike, they both knew how close he was to complete release and John Paul’s eyes warned that if Spike didn’t stick to the rules then maybe he wouldn’t be allowed to play again.

With reluctance Spike slowed his thrusts inside Craig before easing himself, almost unwillingly, from the heat that had held him so perfectly.

Craig couldn’t stop the disappointed whimper that escaped from his lips as he felt his body suddenly empty.

Strong hands gripped Craig’s shoulders and pulled him upright until he was sat back against his heels. A pain shot through him as his binding were released and his arms fell limply to his sides, the blood pounding through them. This time he didn’t reach for his blindfold; he sat and waited for instructions.

He felt the blindfold being lifted from his face and blinked as the brightness of the room dazzled his eyes making him squint as he adjusted to his vision being returned.

The first thing that Craig saw as his eyes refocused was John Paul standing at the side of the bed. The beautiful face that he knew and loved was smiling at him, the vivid blue eyes sparkling as they looked at him.

“D’you still trust me Craig,” John Paul asked quietly.

“Always,” Craig replied truthfully.

John Paul’s smile widened as he pulled Craig’s face towards him and kissed him gently. For a moment sharing a kiss of love rather than just desire.

Craig swung his legs over the side of the bed until he was sat on its edge with John Paul standing between his knees. Their gentle kiss grew deeper as John Paul gripped onto Craig’s thighs, kneading the soft flesh as he pushed Craig’s legs further apart and stroked the smooth soft skin at their summit.

“Lie back Craig,” John Paul told him brushing a soft kiss across his lips.

Craig let himself fall back against the bed as John Paul moved closer into him until he could feel the tip of John Paul’s cock touching against his buttocks. Placing his feet on the edge of the mattress Craig raised himself as John Paul leaned forward and slipped easily into the passage that had been prepared for him by Spike.

John Paul groaned as his cock burrowed deeply into Craig. Spike had been right, he really DID feel amazing.

Moving his hips in a steady rhythm John Paul rocked Craig’s body as he ploughed into him, harder and faster as the desire took hold of him.

Spike watched intently as the heat between the two men intensified, giving him the most erotically charged live sex show he had ever witnessed and before long he could no longer just stand by and watch.

Spike’s tongue plunged into John Paul’s mouth with abandon, tasting and exploring him before quickly turning his attentions to Craig and repeating the action. These two younger men were both so incredible that Spike felt spoilt for choice, not that it was a situation he was complaining about.

As he kissed Craig firmly Spike’s hand reached for Craig’s cock, pumping it hard in time with John Paul’s rhythmic thrusts whilst at the same time gripping his own aching erection with his other hand.

For a time it almost seems like a race as to who would come first as the moaning and heavy breathing from the three men grew louder, each of them racing towards ecstasy.

With John Paul’s cock pounding deep inside him and Spike’s firm grip around him Craig let his need flow through him with abandon, giving in to the sensations that tore at his hungry flesh as his cock began to pulse in Spike’s hand.

“Oh god yes!”

Craig fingers dug into the mattress beneath him as his body arched pushing John Paul in a little further until it was more than Craig could stand and he submitted completely to his desire.

Spike held Craig’s cock tightly as he felt the man tense and shudder in his grip, stroking him faster as he cried out coming hard over Spike’s hand and spattering onto his belly.

Craig’s flesh contracted around John Paul as he came which was all the push John Paul needed to take him over the edge as he drove deep into Craig his need spilling its heat inside his flesh as he cried out loudly.

Within seconds Spike joined in the erotic chorus as his own cock pulsed its orgasm pouring onto the tanned skin of the young body beside him.

The three men collapsed against each other completely spent and having found a satisfaction the like of which none of them had ever known before.

---

The cool cans of lager gave much needed refreshment as the three men sat together on the sofa.

“I told you it would be worth it!” John Paul said with a smile as he took a long drink.

Craig shook his head. “I never would have thought that I…”

Spike let out a soft laugh. “But aren’t you glad you did?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

Craig returned the smile with a nod as he drained the last drops of liquid from his can.

“Can you stay tonight?” John Paul asked.

Craig looked back and forth at the men sat on either side of him.

“Here?” he asked.

“I’d like that,” Spike encouraged.

Craig thought for a moment before agreeing. After all who would think anything strange about him having too much to drink and crashing out on Spike’s sofa? Who would ever expect that the truth was a lot more enjoyable?

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John Paul lay in a quiet contentment in the large bed that he had only ever shared with Spike before. Having Craig in it was something he had never dared hope for.

He touched his lips to Craig’s forehead as it rested against his right shoulder.

Craig Dean, the first boy he had ever really fallen in love with and the one he had never expected to be able to have. He had lost count of the nights he had lay in bed dreaming of Craig, fantasising about him, wanting him and never really believing it would happen. And when it did it was far better than any dream.

On John Paul’s other side Spike’s breathing had slowed as sleep had taken him over. Spike had been the first person to really show him what sex could be like, what it SHOULD be like. Spike had shown him how deeply his desires could run and then shown him how to satisfy them.

John Paul McQueen decided that he was possibly the luckiest man alive as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep in the bed he was sharing with the two men he loved.