The first bit is quite short, sorry.

The truth comes out.

John Paul stared up at his ceiling, deep in thought. He couldn’t bear the guilt of what he was doing, lying to his friends and family, sneaking around. But there was something in Craig’s eyes, his soul. Something that John Paul just couldn’t resist. He sighed and rolled onto his side. He looked straight at the gorgeous guy beside him, wondering what he was dreaming of, wondering if it was him or Sarah. That was what he hated the most, knowing that Craig’s heart also belonged to someone else. He couldn’t deny, he would rather be here, now with a heavy conscience than lying in bed alone but with a clear one.
He was just about to get up and leave, go back to pretending that he was a reliable, faithful person but then a voice whispered behind him:

“Not leaving already, are you?”

John Paul sighed. He just couldn’t win. Craig wanted more, and no matter how hard he tried to stop himself, he would always give in.
He once again rolled himself over, to face Craig again. He kissed him gently on the lips, Craig moving his mouth ten times harder and more forceful than John paul.
John Paul broke away.

“What’s wrong?” asked Craig
“You don’t love me, do you.”

That was BRILL! You've got a talent, Izzy

I said i'd read this even though i don't particularly like mcdean,and it's really good!

why havent you wrote sooner? amazing, honestly loved it!

yay writing the next part now. thanks for the great comments

This was a great start! Keep up the good work!

Awww poor JP! I'd love to see how this all unfolds!

here's the next part.

Part 2

“I thought this was what you wanted.” Craig replied.
“It is, at least I thought it was, but I don’t think I can go on lying. So please, just tell me the truth, do you love me?”
“It’s not as simple as that” Craig said, he should have known this was going to happen. He kissed John Paul gently on the neck. He heard a small groan from John Paul. This always did the trick. He just wanted JP to stop asking these questions. How could he give John Paul an answer when he didn’t even know it himself? Did he love him? How could he know? The things he was feeling was different to how he felt with Sarah. He had strong feelings; enjoyed being with him, but at the same time he couldn’t help wondering if he was being honest with himself, let alone John Paul.
Just then, he heard a creak from downstairs.

“Oh no, our Tina’s back!”

The boys moved like lightning, grabbing their clothes and shoving them on as quickly as they could.

“Still hard at it I see?” came a voice from the door
“W-what?” said the boys in unison, blushing.
“Playing those video games. You know you boys should go outside and get some air, instead of being cooped up in here all day.”
John Paul was so relieved his secret hadn’t been found out, he found himself unable to speak. Instead, Craig spoke for him:

“Sure. Come on John Paul, let’s go”

He grabbed his friends arm and ran out of the house, onto the street. John Paul was less than amused but Craig was grinning.

“I don’t see why you are laughing, we could have been caught. What would that have done to your pretence at heterosexuality?”

He regretted these words as soon as they left his mouth. Craig’s face changed in an instant, from laughing to looking like he had just been shot through the heart. Craig simply stared at him, like he was a child whose dreams had been shattered. John Paul could not bear to see him like that, but at the same time was relieved that he had finally said what was on his mind.

“Alright,” sighed Craig, “If that’s the way you feel, it is time you knew the truth.”

oh brilliant as always, poor jp

aww thanks sarah.

Well hopefully he'll be able to say it without any interruptions - whatever it is he wants JP to hear this time.

Part 3- a little longer this time

“What?!” asked John Paul, incredulous, thoughts racing through his head. What hadn’t Craig told him, what could it be?

“I honestly have no idea what I am. I don’t know if I love you. I certainly have strong feelings but it’s so different from what I have with Sarah. I can’t be sure of anything since this happened and it’s driving me crazy.”

John Paul stood, rooted to the spot his brain still processing what his would-be lover had said. He wished that he knew what to say to him. So they both just stood there in an awkward silence.
*
Craig saw John Paul standing there, the most peculiar expression on his face. He didn’t know how to read it; he had never seen it before. He saw a tear of frustration form in his friend’s eye, as if he was trying to express something that surpassed language itself.

Just then, a distraction came in the form of Sarah.

“Hi boys, I hope you haven’t been getting up to too much mischief while I have been out.” She said, grinning.

John Paul and Craig both shot each other looks, as if thoughts were rushing between the two of them and their minds were one. John Paul laughed inside himself. This was the second time they had almost been caught. In a way, John Paul wished they had been caught, so it could be out in the open, so they could be a proper couple with no interruptions, no secrets and most importantly, no guilt. But he knew Craig wouldn’t see it this way. Maybe he enjoyed the lying, or maybe he just wanted to get his pleasure from two people.
As if Craig had sensed what his mate was thinking, he coughed loudly.

“Sarah, John Paul and I were just heading to the dog, do you want to come?”

From this simple statement, John Paul knew Craig was telling him not to give it all away, begging him to let it stay a secret. Couldn’t Craig see that all this guilt was tearing away at him? The thought of him and Sarah at it, made him sick with jealousy. He had to do something about it. He couldn’t keep living a lie like this. But for the moment, he went with Craig and Sarah, pretending to be everything he wasn’t. Pretending to be the person he wanted to be, and knew he could be, if he got over Craig.

“Two lagers and a white wine please.” John Paul said to Darren at the bar. He braced himself for a sarcastic remark, an insensitive comment. But none came. John Paul took the drinks back to his so called friends and sat down. This afternoon was going to be torture.

“So then I said: if you’re a top photographer, I’m Kate moss!”

John Paul sighed. He was so bored. He couldn’t care less about her modeling career, if truth be told. All he wanted to do was leave. But he couldn’t. So he gave yet another forced laugh and had drink after drink until he forgot the predicament he was in and forgot how much he wanted to kiss Craig, right there in the middle of the crowded pub.

Aww, Izzy, that was brill Continue soon and I'll give you a

ah poor john paul, amazingly wrote again

That's a great chapter! You really get JP's frustration and hurt across - it's wonderful (well not because i don't want him to be upset but...)

Aww thanks for the compliments guys, the next one will probably be up later tonight

Part 4

He’d gone and done it again. He had fallen right back into this abyss of pain and longing. But it seemed Craig couldn’t stop. His mouth was glued to Sarah’s face. He wished they would be more private about it. Didn’t they care that the whole club had their eyes fixed on them? It had been six days since he had promised himself he would avoid sleeping with Craig, and it tore him up even more not being with him. It seemed that whenever he wasn’t with Craig, it was wasted time. He was like an addiction that wouldn’t stop. So he needed to get himself a Craig patch. And that was what tonight was supposed to be about, but instead he was forced to endure more and more of Craig and Sarah, snogging crudely for the entire world to see.
He was just about to get up and leave when he caught the eye of someone across the club. There was the second most gorgeous guy he had ever seen. He had dark brown hair which had that permanently windswept look about it. His eyes were a deep hazelnut brown and he was wearing the same shirt as John Paul. And he was coming over

“Hiya, I’m mark. I couldn’t help noticing your fantastic dress sense.”

John Paul gave a small laugh. He was amazed at the sheer confidence of this guy. He grinned at him and said,

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

This time it was Marks turn to laugh. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Craig had stopped kissing Sarah and was now gazing at John Paul. This made John Paul even more determined to fulfill tonight’s mission objective.
He walked over to the bar with mark and they both ordered drinks. The night was flying by, the talking was continuous and it never stopped. They talked about everything, football, men (Mark was also gay), video games, siblings, every subject under the sun until Mark finally leaned in for a kiss. He wasn’t like Craig at all. He was slow and tender and his stubble tickled him slightly. He wasn’t forceful at all.
*
John Paul was clearly not enjoying this. Well, that was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Let John Paul know what he was missing out on.
But then he saw JP get up and walk off. Usually, he wouldn’t mind but he was heading towards another guy. Someone Craig hadn’t seen before. Craig pulled away from Sarah.

“Look, who’s that guy, Does John Paul know him?”

Well whether he knew him or not, they were certainly getting on well. They were talking and laughing and before he knew it, they were heading over to buy drinks.

“I dunno. Come on Craig, let’s pick up from where we left off.”

But Craig did not, and he continued to watch the pair. Then something happened that felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest with a red hot poker, as if his entire body had gone numb. John Paul was kissing this stranger. If this was what John Paul felt like each time he was kissing Sarah, Craig was a heartless fool. He was disgusted with himself, as if the penny had only just dropped about what he had been doing all night.

hope you guys liked it

This is a fab story! I love it! please write some more soon!

If you're lucky, i may have the next part up today.

amazing as always silly craig

This part is short but it does the trick, I think.

Part 5

John Paul and Mark stumbled down the garden path, singing drunkenly, their arms around each others waists. When they got to the door, Mark fumbled with the keys, trying to avoid the moment when he and John Paul would have to go their separate ways. He finally slotted the key into the lock and turned.

“Well…, I guess this is goodbye.” Mumbled John Paul, disappointed that the evening had to end here. “Unless…nah, forget it.”

“Do you want to come in?” Mark blurted out.

John Paul sighed. Yes, he wanted to come in but he couldn’t help feeling he was letting Craig down. No, he told himself, you aren’t Craig’s boyfriend, you don’t owe him anything. He has Sarah and now you could have Mark. He sighed.

“Yeah…, sure.” Murmured John Paul, rather more half heartedly than he had meant to sound.
The pair walked into Mark’s hall in silence. Unlike earlier, neither of them was sure what to say. Both of them knew where they wanted this to go, but neither knew how to make it happen.

“So what music are you in to?” enquired John Paul, screaming at himself in his head for this lack of interesting conversation.

“Is that the best conversation topic you could come up with?” Mark laughed, “Well in that case maybe we should skip the small talk.”

Mark slowly walked up to John Paul and pressed his lips against his, feeling John Paul instantly reciprocate the kiss. It continued to gather momentum until they couldn’t move their tongues fast enough. Before John Paul had time to think, Mark was unbuttoning his top, preparing for what he thought was going to happen. But at that precise moment, the reality of John Paul’s situation finally hit home. He pulled himself out of marks arms.

“I’m sorry; I don’t think I can do this.” He gasped. He ran out of the house, leaving Mark standing abandoned in the kitchen. What had he done? What had he been about to do with this random stranger?