"It's weird isn't it.." Syed mused chirpily, the comment making Christian put down the bottle of after shave he'd been generously slapping on his cheeks, to regard him fondly.
"What is?"
"The bed, being in a different room, not just over there, all handy.."
Moving his arm in a languorous sweeping gesture, Syed yawned, and settled back against the stripy sofa cushions.
Christian rubbed at a bruise on his elbow, and grimaced.
"Bloody inconvenient when your fiancé needs carrying off in a hurry, and you cannon against the doorway..."
"Aw, diddums. Do you want me to kiss it better? It's lovely though, our own king size boudoir. I was going to ask you, have you got louder on purpose?"
The corner of Christian's mouth twitched slightly, as he tried to suppress a laugh.
"To disturb the neighbours? As if… It's your fault, you're too damn hot. Anyhow, I'm making the most of the time I can, while it's still the two of us.."
Syed wrinkled his nose, and looked crest fallen.
"That's a point.. I'll miss the racket…Still." He brightened. "..Covert shagging has it's benefits too.." He reached out to take Christian's hand, pulling him over to stand in front of him.
"You look fantastic.."
Surveying Syed, draped across the white sofa, clad only in a red towel, tied loosely about his waist, Christian found it almost impossible to restrain himself from sweeping him up, and risking banging his elbows again.
"So do you. Edible. But you can't go out like that, you'll get arrested by the fabulous police.."
"Can't we be fashionably late? Everyone else always is.."
"Syed Masood! I'm shocked by your reckless abandon! We already are, and you know how hissy she gets if she isn't the last to arrive and make a grand entrance, hurry up and get dressed, we've already cancelled on them once.."
Syed groaned, and rolled his eyes grumpily.
"What's this place like? What shall I wear?"
Christian returned to the small round mirror he had balanced on the table, and crouched to peer into it, fiddling intently with the front of his hair, teasing each strand into place with studied precision.
"It's only some bar in town, wear your black tee shirt.."
"I can't, you're wearing yours. Much as I'm fully committed to our partnership, I draw the line at going out dressed identically.."
Laughing, Christian, finally satisfied with how his hair was looking, pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Ha ha! Like creepy, astonishingly un identical, twins.. A shirt then, the checked one, blue, not that other one you had on this morning.."
"Why? What's wrong with that one? I like it!"
Christian wondered how he could best voice his objections with tact and diplomacy.
"It's a bit…" He searched around in his brain for a suitable word. "..Jazzy.."
Feeling vaguely affronted, Syed pushed himself upright, grabbing the towel before it dropped to the floor.
"Hmm.." He huffed, "…Luckily for you, after this afternoon, and I daresay you did it on purpose, it's also jizzy, and in the wash.."
He couldn't quite dodge Christian's well aimed slap on his buttock as he passed. Sticking his tongue out, he reached down to ruffle Christian's carefully styled hair, giggling and slamming the bedroom door behind him as Christian yelled;
"You sod!"