This is a prequel to my story 'Holiday in Spain'. Christian has had two crappy birthdays in a row on EE. I wanted his next one to be a good one. Warning: a happy birthday for Christian Clark must involve plenty of smut!

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I love watching him sleep. I almost never get the chance. Usually he is awake long before me. He'll just jump out of bed, make some coffee, a quick shower all while I'm still trying to wake up properly. It's not that he's a morning person per say, he's just full off energy at all times. Only when he's like this, asleep, does his body seem completely at rest.

I am lying on my right side, with my arm propped up under my head. He is lying on his left side, facing me. Should I wake him? I notice his eyelids start fluttering. Is he dreaming?

A smile is forming on his beautiful lips. Awww… Let him enjoy his sweet dreams, I won't wake him now. He's looking so sweet and innocent… Wait… Hang on… Not looking so innocent now! His smile has turned into this huge grin, I'd know that look anywhere!

I stifle a chuckle, making sure not to wake him.

'Hmmmmmm…'

The sound coming out of his mouth says it all. It is full of unapologetic lust and satisfaction. I wonder what he is dreaming about this time. He loves to tell me about his dreams. They are sometimes so fantastical, that I suspect he is making them up just to try and shock me.

'Sy…'

Right. At least he's not having wet dreams about some other bloke then. I'm actually quite proud. I wonder what I am doing?

A quick intake of breath. His lips part slightly. With a pleasurable little groan, he turns on his back, arms flung over his head. Ah. Right. I'm getting a good idea of what is going on in that gorgeous head of him now.

I decide to blur the lines between dream and reality and pop my head underneath the sheets. Very carefully I crawl down on my hands and knees, trying not to shift the sheets with my movements. When I reach my target, I hold my breath, and wait quietly for reassurance that he is still asleep. I know he unconsciously senses me there, as he lets out a quivering sigh. His cock is already impossibly hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Tentatively, I flick my tongue at it. Another sharp intake of breath.

I wait for his breath to return to normal. Then I very slowly open my mouth and lower it over his waiting erection. I take him in as deep as I can. I hear the restless little noises coming from him as I close my mouth around him. I allow my tongue to make exploratory movements around his cock. A satisfied moan escapes me. Try as I might, when it comes to this man's touch, being quiet is never an option. And he loves it. It can lead to quite embarrassing moments. Embarrassing for me that is. When it comes to sex, I don't think anything would embarrass Christian Clark.

With just the tips of my fingers, I caress his inner thighs. Immediately, he opens his legs for me further. I position myself in between his legs and get in a more comfortable position. I reckon it's about time for my lover to wake up. Slipping my hands underneath his buttocks, I slightly tilt him and suck him hungrily.

Instantly he is awake. He gasps for air and bucks his hips upwards instinctively, while trying to sit up at the same time.

'Wha… What… What's going on?'

I don't answer, but keep a firm hold of his buttocks with my hands and of his throbbing cock with my mouth. I have him pinned down quite effectively. I alternate between sucking intensively and then soothing him with my wet, soft tongue.

I feel a rush of cool air caress my skin as he pulls the sheets away from us. I keep his cock firmly settled into my mouth. Then I start moving my head slowly up and down, sucking him and licking him like I know he loves. As always, the smell of him, the feel of him, the taste of him, has made me so incredibly hard.

I want to make him come hard and fast. I know what he is waiting for. So when my mouth is moving up once more, and only the tip is still in my mouth, I pause. Then I very deliberately look up at him. He is staring at me as I knew he would be. When our eyes connect, he lets out a helpless whimper. I suppress a satisfied smile and let him see me. For just a few seconds, I bare my soul to him, letting him in. I let him see the depth of my love for him. Neither of us moves. All I hear are our shallow breaths and the incredibly loud pounding of my heart.

Then I break the tension by circling my tongue around his cockhead. I let him see something else now. My need of him. It's not just that I want him, I actually need him. Without him, I am nothing. I know that now. And it stopped scaring me the moment I realised he feels exactly the same about me. I know how incredibly lucky we are to have this. This connection. This breathtaking, awe-inspiring, overwhelming love we share.

His eyes are like mirrors, reflecting his feelings back to me.

'Sy, please…'

He doesn't finish his request. I know what he wants from me. I always know. The same way he knows what I want, sometimes even before I do.

I let his cock slip from my mouth, and sit up on my knees. I move further in between his legs. He lifts them up for me and I place his legs, one on each shoulder. I lean forward, almost bending him in half, and kiss his lips tenderly. I pull back a little to look into his eyes. I am so happy these days, my heart feels like it's going to burst at times. I beam a smile at him.

'Happy birthday Christian'.

I give him another kiss. Even while our lips are pressed together, I can't stop smiling. It must be contagious, because when I pull back, I see a smile on his face that illuminates the room.

'Thank you babe'.

I sit up, his legs still on my shoulders. Without breaking eye contact, I lift my right index finger to my mouth, and suck it in. I can see the changing emotions in his eyes. Now, his eyes are pure lust. When I pull my wet finger from my mouth, and move it down between his but cheeks, he lifts his ass to grant me easy access. Teasingly, I circle his arse with my finger. He closes his eyes, throws back his head and lets out these little grunting noises, that drive me crazy. I steal myself in order to retain control.

I let my fingertip enter him. Hungry for more, he moves his ass in an unsuccessful effort to get my finger deeper inside him. With my free hand I search for the lube on the bedside table. When I find it, I pull my finger free and lubricate it. I circle his arse twice and then push gently until he lets me in. Then I let my middle finger join my index finger, angling them both so I can massage his prostate.

He is throwing his head from side to side now, his eyes closed. I keep a close eye on him, waiting for the right moment. With my free hand, I cup his balls and softly play with them. The noises coming from him get more desperate. Then he opens his eyes and looks at me. Now. It has to be right now.

I retract my fingers slowly, put on a condom and then I pause. The look in his eyes is threatening to push me over the edge prematurely. I take a couple of deliberate breaths and then I proceed. I slid my cock inside him. He repositions himself slightly, so I can slide in even further. We both hold our breaths for a minute. Then I start to move. I can hear lustful groans, heavy breathing, desperate sighs and hungry moaning. I can't tell which sound is coming from him and which from me.

He props himself up on his elbows. I lean into him a little bit, so I can lick his parted lips. Hungrily he opens up his mouth for me and gives my invading tongue free reign. His tongue responds to mine, and we sink into a deep, lustful kiss. I slow the movement of my hips down, moving deep inside him, caressing his prostate, and then slowly retract until my cock almost slides out. Then I push forwards again, repeating my slow movements, deliberately trying to drive him crazy.

I know just how he likes it. He loves it when I take control, dominating him. He gives into me so freely, with such trust. That big, beautiful man, completely surrendering himself to me. I cherish these moments.

'Sy…'

That's my cue. I start moving my hips more quickly. The sounds coming from him are growing erratic. I have to fight to stop myself climaxing before he does. I won't be able to hold off long, so I grab hold of his cock and start stroking it. Just…one…more…minute… I tell myself. I am moving my hips frantically now, my breathing shallow and irregular. I can see his chest heaving.

He throws his head back and I know I can finally let go. Our combined climaxes are like an explosion that shakes me to the core. The cry he lets out sends shivers down my spine. He lets himself fall back flat and I collapse on top of him.

After a while, I let his legs slide of my shoulders, breaking our connection. He immediately wraps his strong arms lovingly around me. I rest my head on his broad chest. I am listening to his heartbeat, slowly calming down. I stroke his chest hair and press a kiss on his chest.

We told each other so much just now, without speaking a word. But now I speak, not because it is necessary, but only for the pleasure of hearing those words out loud.

'I love you Christian'.

He kisses the top of my head, and then he says the words I'll never tire of hearing.

'I love you too Sy'