A/N – Okay, so I though I'd try something a little bit different. I wrote this ages ago and it's been sitting in my word document not going anywhere, so I thought if I upload this first chapter now it'll force me to write the next one quicker! Let me know what you think, I'm a little nervous about it if I'm honest! Hope you enjoy lovelies x
I sit there with my sister, listening to her going on and on about Ian. Honestly, I wonder why she ever married him. So I nod in all the right places, adding 'mm's' and 'aah's' where necessary and desperately try and think of a way I'm going to escape when her friend turns up. We're sat in fargo's waiting for Zainab to arrive. When I first met Zainab she wasn't all too comfortable with my sexuality. It took a while, but now she's civil. She and Jane are friends, but I honestly can't figure out why. They constantly fight and bicker about pointless things. I really don't get women.
Jane's looking at me waiting for something. I realise she's asked me a question I wasn't listening too. Oops.
"Sorry?" I ask. She rolls her eyes repeating the question.
"I said what are you going to have for lunch? Zainab will be here soon so you better think quick."
"Er, Janey babe… would you mind if I head off in a bit?"
She shoots me a disapproving look. I think quick on my feet, "it's just that I'm meant to be meeting someone later." She just looks at me, I can't quite make out her expression but she turns her head and starts waving.
"Zainab! Over here." She calls, beckoning with her hand for her to come and join us. My eyes quickly snap to the man standing next to her. Average height, dark curly hair that frames his sculpted face, a dark layer of stubble covering his jaw, and his eyes – even from this distance – are the chocolatiest shade of brown I think I've ever seen.
"Who's that?" I ask Jane, and his brown eyes meet my gaze; it's warm and friendly.
"That's Syed. Zainab's son." She states casually.
"You never told me they had a son." I murmur quickly but they've reached our table now, and Jane's got up to greet Zainab. He comes over to me, I stand up.
"Syed." He reaches his hand out and I take it. His warm touch sends a shiver through me and our eyes find each other's.
"Christian." I say, far more confidently than I feel. I realise I'm still holding his hand and I let it go. His hand falls from my grasp, brushing his warm skin over mine. Suddenly I don't want to leave quite so quickly.
We sit down at the table and he grabs a menu whilst I sip at my drink to give me something to do. The table isn't the biggest in the world and with him sitting opposite me I pull my legs back so as they don't touch his.
"What do you think, Christian?" Zainab asks me, leaning over the table whispering loudly. "You know, Bradley killing himself and what. Straight after Archie's death! More than a little suspicious if you ask me. You know, I said to Mas…"
I stop listening and my eyes reach Syed's, he gives me an apologetic look for the behaviour of his mother. I smile back. Zainab's no longer interested in my answer and she's back to talking to Jane again. I look back to Syed and roll my eyes. He laughs. What a gorgeous laugh he has, his whole face brightening up. I wish he'd say something, I want to hear his voice.
Suddenly without warning, Jane and Zainab stand up and make excuses to go to the 'Ladies room', asking us to order for them. I feel my heart quicken slightly at the thought of being alone with this Syed bloke. Jane winks at me over her shoulder as they walk away giggling over something.
We pick some food off the menu. I chose the first thing I see, pasta with some sort of cheese sauce- I'm sure Jane will like it- and let my eyes look up at him while he orders. He makes this cute little concentration face as he decides what to pick, a frown forming above his eyes. I'm caught momentarily off guard as his gaze flicks up to mine. I quickly think of something to say but we're interrupted by the waiter.
"Are you ready to order?" he asks. We tell him what we want, asking for more drinks for them as well, and he takes the menu's from us with a smile a bit too friendly for my liking to Syed, but I realise smugly that Syed's too busy looking at me. The waiter huffs off impatiently.
"So."
"So." I repeat back stupidly. His eyes smile at me.
"Sorry about my mum. She can be a little insensitive at the best of times."
"It's alright, I've had worse."
He drops his head slightly and looks up at me through his lashes, a beautiful smile on his face. My God he's to die for. What I wouldn't do to just clear the table with one swipe, lift him on to it and fuck him like crazy.
"So how long have you lived in Walford, then?" he asks, sparking polite conversation. It's hard to produce coherent words when he's looking at me like that. Seriously Christian, pull yourself together.
"A couple of years now, it's not such a bad place, if you discount the murders and suicides." I joke, and he laughs. "What about you? Are you down for a visit? I've not seen you around here before." I wouldn't forget a pretty face like his.
"I've just bought a flat here actually. Looking to start afresh after university."
"How old are you?" I ask suddenly, I'm embarrassed at how rude it was. He just smiles even more.
"Twenty four. And you?" his cheeky expression is adorable.
"Thirty… seven." I admit, scrunching my face. "an oldy, I know."
"Not old. You don't look it. I'd of said Thirty at most!" Oh he's a charmer. I flash him a smile.
"Thanks."
He leans forward on the table and looks at me with those big brown eyes. His gaze drags over my face to my chest, and then to my arms. Bingo! We have a gay.
"Do you want to get away from here?" He asks, and I can't believe what I'm hearing. "I just don't think I can stand any longer with those two. No offence." He adds with that charming smile. None taken!
"Yes please." I say, and he reaches out his hand and for a crazy moment I think he wants me to take it, but instead he asks for a pen. I reach for my pockets and realise I don't have one.
"Behind your ear." He tells me, and to my embarrassment I realise I'd left it there this morning. Bloody hell, Jane could've told me.
"Always good to be prepared." He jokes. I put it in his hand, leaving it there a little bit longer than normal. His warm touch is addictive.
He starts to scribble a note on a napkin he grabbed from the table behind us, proof reads it, then hands the pen back to me.
"There." He says, standing up. I get to my feet as well. "Well come on then, let's run for it!" his excited eyes glisten and I can't help but grin as we quickly dash out of the restaurant.
"What did you write?" I ask him as we hit the fresh air outside and I watch him close his eyes and breathe deeply, before looking back at me.
"That you were chucking up so I'm taking you home." He says, his face unreadable.
"But-"
"I'm joking! I just said you were going to take me for a tour around Walford."
I laugh with him and roll my eyes in a mock disapproving way.
"Well you asked for a tour, so a tour is what you're gonna get!"
"Christian, really? Can't we do something a little more exciting?"
My name, he said my name. It sounds gorgeous the way he says it. Chris-t-ian.. Christian, Chr-ist-ian. I mentally shake myself.
"Are you saying I wouldn't make a good tour guide, Syed? I'm mortally offended."
He opens his mouth to reply but is cut off by a huge crack of thunder overhead. It makes us both jump. We look up at the sky and several big drops of rain splat on our faces, gradually becoming more frequent. His eyes reach mine and we share a moment of half panic, half amusement. With another loud crack, the heavens open and it's pouring down like never before.
Out of instinct, I grab Syed's warm hand in mine and hold it tight before leading him in the direction of my flat. We start off at a quick walk, but as the rain gets heavier we brake into a run.
"That's the bookies.." I shout over the heavy rain, and he laughs again. "and that's the fish and chip shop over there," I point, "I live just above it." A few seconds later we reach the blue door to my flat, but we're soaked to the skin. I reach in my pocket for my keys and hastily unlock the door, pulling Syed into the shelter. He stands against the wall, head leant back, eyes closed and panting. I've never seen anything sexier in my life.
"We better get dry…" I tell him, and he nods his head following me up the stairs. I can't tell if it's just me who's sensing the sexual atmosphere. I open the door and let him in. He looks around my flat.
"Nice place!" He comments.
"Thanks." It's hard to concentrate when his green shirt is soaked through and clinging to the golden, toned skin of his abdomen. I notice him studying my shirt too and can't hide my smirk.
"Do you want a drink?" I ask, and the second it comes out of my mouth I realise how stupid it is. We're both standing here soaked to the skin and I ask him if he wants a drink.
He laughs that beautiful laugh again. I don't know how much longer I can wait before I kiss those dark, soft lips…
"Do you mind if I get dried up first?" he asks. What is wrong with me? He's only a boy for god's sake.
"Of course! Sorry. There's a towel in the bathroom and I've got spare clothes." I go to my drawers and pick out some old grey tracksuit bottoms which don't fit me anymore but would fit him, and my extremely tight fitted blue t-shirt. He comes and stands next to me and takes the clothes with a smile.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." I steady my breathing. "Bathroom's just through there." I point.
As he walks in and shuts the door I look around hurriedly for some clothes. I grab a towel fresh from the airing cupboard and dry myself off before pulling on some Jeans and white vest with a blue shirt hanging open over that. I fix my hair in the mirror and take a mint from the box on my bedside. Just as I'm finished Syed emerges from the bathroom.
Fuck… me.
I can't help but drag my eyes over the beauty before me, savouring every last bit of this image and storing it in my mind for later. The blue tee complements his skin tone, and is a perfect fit for him. The tracksuits fit snugly around his hips.
"Thanks for the clothes."
"No problem. They fit okay then?" Understatement of the century.
"Yeah, they fit fine."
I notice he's dried his hair and it flops deliciously around his face. I clench my fists at my side to stop myself from jumping him. For the first time since I met him he looks nervous. I can't help but smile at him.
"Sit yourself down, I'll get us a drink. Tea, coffee?"
"Tea, please. Milk, no sugar." Just the way I like it. He makes his way to my cream coloured sofa and flops down, and a few minutes later I join him, two teas in my hands. I give him his and he smiles as he takes it from me. "Thanks." He murmurs before taking a sip. His throat muscles contract.. and relax… my God he looks sexy when he drinks. He looks at me through those lashes again and I just can't stop myself. I take the tea from his hand and place it along with mine on the coffee table. Breathing deeply I turn back to him. I can't believe I'm actually nervous, it's like I'm a school kid all over again.
He doesn't move a fraction from where he is, just stays looking at me with those big brown eyes. I edge closer to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. I just want to touch him, hold him, lick him all over until he can't take any more. I want to feel him and I want him to feel me. Those hands, I want them running over my tensed muscles as I bring us both to a hot, sensual climax…
"What are you thinking?" he suddenly asks me and I feel the colour flood to my face. "You looked completely out of it for a moment!" he laughs but I hear the nervousness in it.
"You really want to know what I'm thinking?" I murmur, my voice dripping with lust. Either he choses to ignore it or is oblivious.
"Yeah, I do."
I lean forward, so painfully slowly, breathing in his heady scent and he closes his eyes, his soft lips parting like he's expecting what's coming next. Our noses touch and his breath hitches as my hand makes its way teasingly up his leg. Closing my eyes, I close the gap between us, pressing my aching lips to the warmth of his mouth, capturing his top lip in-between mine..