'Sofa Push' scene, before visit to the Gay Bar, re-told with an alternative ending. Instead of walking away at the end, Christian stays exactly where he is. Which of course he should have done with the amount of chemistry and sheer hotness that was in the room at that moment. I think you can guess what happens next :)
There's one more chapter to come... 'ahem'.
Characters belong to Eastenders, no copyright infringement intended.
"Do I have to wear a vest top?" Syed asked dubiously as Christian entered the lounge, bundles of vests held up as offerings in his outstretched arms, a wry smile on his face. But the only garment that really registered in Syed's brain was the one Christian was wearing. A tight petrol blue t-shirt, showing the curves of the muscles in his chest, a flash of tanned skin and curling chest hair in the dip of it's v-neck, short sleeves leading to muscular and defined, golden-skinned arms.
Christian laughed, hanging his head, then his humour turned to concern, "Look, are you sure about this? 'Cause I tell you something, I'm not", he sighed sitting down on the chair next to their bed, casually tossing the vests on top of the duvet.
"Cause I'm sure," Syed tried to reassure him as he sat perched on the arm of the sofa. Even though he was nervous about what to expect, he really wanted to go to the gay bar, to do this for Christian, make an effort to be part of his world, show that he could be 'fun' too.
"Why don't we go somewhere else eh?" Christian asked, trying to give him a way out.
"I've booked you a stripper now and everything!" Syed goaded, looking suitably aggrieved.
"I hope you haven't." Christian scolded. Syed smiled gently at him.
"I'm just really worried you're going to hate it." Christian exclaimed, brow furrowed. He knew what the place was like, or had been like, it had been so long since he'd been there. In truth he felt a bit uncomfortable with it himself, he was a different person to who he was back then. He wasn't sure he wanted Syed to be a part of all that, didn't think Syed would really want to be, would he? It felt like his past and present were colliding.
"Ah I'll just pretend it's a wildlife documentary" Syed said and smiled at Christian's puzzled face, "You know, gays in their natural habitat." he mocked, laughing.
Christian guffawed, standing up quickly he came at Syed, palms on his chest, pushing him playfully back on the sofa "You trying to wind me up!", grabbing Syed's hands he pulled him back to a sitting position again.
"Oh come on," Syed cajoled, "We never go anywhere like this together!"
Christian sighed, stepping in close between Syed's legs, Syed's hands nestled firmly, low down on his hips, his own hands instinctively travelled up Syed's arms, rubbing his silky smooth skin, the close proximity to his lover's body causing the familiar heat to stir in his own. His breath deepened.
Syed looked up at Christian towering over him, his arms tingling at Christian's touch, he was acutely aware of his own hands on Christian, either side of his upper thighs, and felt the urge to pull him closer, to narrow the distance between their two groins, but instead he said teasingly "You never answered me."
Christian's face contorted in confusion again.
"About the vest!" Syed joked, his eyes dancing mischievously.
Christian chuckled and pushed against Syed again, with enough force to make him land back on the sofa with a thud. He watched as his face lit up with gorgeous beaming smile, his teeth flashing white against the tan of his skin and in contrast to the black of his T-shirt. There was a shadow of dark stubble and a glow in his eyes, he looked to die for, Christian thought.
Syed became acutely aware of the way Christian was looking down, staring at him, his stance strong and masculine, his emerald eyes flashing with intent. He pulled himself up again on to the arm of the sofa, his legs either side of Christian's, their bodies close but not touching. Syed's eyes slinked up to meet Christian's, a ghost of a smile still playing provocatively on his lips, but his eyes were dark. "Care to do that again?" he challenged, his voice was low and husky.
"Do what?" Christian asked, his voice a slow purr, his eyes not leaving Syed's.
"Push me." Syed replied, "Push me again." He was aware that his breathing was getting heavier, his pulse starting to quicken. He felt his body reacting in that powerful and instinctive way that he had no control over. Every nerve-ending crying out to touch, to be touched, by Christian.
Christian, the man standing before him, so close he could sense the heat from him, even though he could not feel it. His groin stirred with the knowledge that Christian was inches away from it, his thighs ached to close themselves around Christians legs. His lips burned and tingled with the need to press themselves on Christian's.
But Christian didn't move, he held his position, only his eyes connecting, connecting with Syed's in that deep and intense way they had, that made Syed feel he was being explored from the inside out.
Eventually Syed could stand it no longer, he grabbed Christian's tight blue t-shirt, balling the material in his fists. Abruptly he stood up, giving Christian no time to step away, so that their bodies collided on impact, sending jolts of electricity through his body and down his spine. His mouth found Christian's instantly, his body knowing the exact angle and tilt he needed to reach it, and he crushed his lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing it's way into Christian's mouth.
Christian felt his cock swell and harden as suddenly Syed's body was pressed forcefully against his. He felt his demanding lips on his and for a moment was helpless to resist, as his desire and lust took over, kissing him back, his tongue stroking and rolling around Syed's warm, wet mouth. But then he caught himself, and the decadent, dominant side of him took over, filling his mind with salacious thoughts and images. He wanted to be in charge, he was going to have some fun, they were going to have some fun.
With all the self-control he could muster Christian pulled back from Syed's kiss, and then roughly and forcibly pushed him hard, separating their bodies and causing Syed to stumble and fall backwards over the arm of the sofa again. He landed heavily, sprawled across the seats, scatter cushions flying everywhere.
Christian smirked, a devilish twinkle in his eyes, his face somehow serious, lustful and playful all at the same time, as he gazed down at the flushed face of his lover below.