It is three years since the reveal, Christian and Syed and still living in Walford, Jane has left Ian and has moved away.

Chapter 1

It was 8 o'clock on Sunday morning, Christian's favourite time of the week. Syed was still sleeping, there were no clients for the day and he could look forward to a day of pure pleasure. Today of course was no ordinary Sunday and with the help of Tamwar and Jane he hoped it would be a surprise for Sy.

Christian was still blissfully happy and could have lived exclusively in their little bubble. In the outside world things changed, well at least some of them. Zainab and Masood still refused to acknowledge either him or Syed. Shabnam had come home last year – oblivious of the reason for the breakdown between Syed, Amira and his parents. She had been shocked and horrified and Christian had felt helpless as he witnessed Syed reliving the angst, tears and tantrums that so dogged their early relationship. Eventually though it was Tamwar's relentless interventions that broke down her resolve, and having met them both and seen just how happy they were, she gave them her blessing, albeit in secrecy from her parents.

Christian was indebted to Tamwar for his resolute support and mediation. As he had grown he had turned into a confident young man, he had a knack of being able to steer between the all the diverse facets of his complex life, he had learned from Syed's mistakes and had managed to be his own person without losing the trust and respect of his family. It was good that he had finally decided to study at Oxford next year; everyone should make the best of themselves thought Christian. Mind you he guessed Julie might have had a big influence on that decision. Shabnam had met Julie in Pakistan; she was on her gap year doing voluntary work and converted to Islam. She was an earnest young girl, full of ideals, not classically beautiful but a heart of pure gold. Her mother, Angela, was a second generation sixties flower-power girl, she was warm and embracing, her husband John was equally tolerant yet a high flying city lawyer. So while not quite to Zainab's standards, they ticked enough boxes to be acceptable.

When Angela heard about Syed she had insisted on meeting the unconventional couple. Christian giggled at the memory, Angela was almost as much of a flirt as him, and the two of them hit it off big time, leaving Tamwar and Julie in excruciating embarrassment and John and Syed smiling indulgently.

Christian missed the daily contact with Jane. She was only half an hour away and he had no doubt she had made the right decision to leave Ian, but it had still been difficult for both of them. She had been touched when Bobby chose to live with her and she saw Lucy and Peter regularly, as did Christian. Ian had just thrown himself further into the businesses.

His thoughts turned back to today – it was a long time since he had planned such subterfuge and he was enjoying it, although he was worried that it would evoke some bittersweet memories for Syed. As far as he was aware they were going to have a day out with Jane and Bobby.

The only thing left to consider was when and how he should wake Syed. Lying back with closed eyes he considered the options.

He felt Syed stirring and his hands starting to wander, clearly Syed was having the same thoughts. Well maybe since he had planned the rest of the day he would just let Syed take charge of this part. He pretended to remain sleeping as Syed's hand trailed down his chest and his fingertips circling his nipples pressing further down skimming to his groin. Christian continued to breathe as regularly as he could, which was pretty difficult considering he had a pretty good idea what Syed's next move would be. As he felt Syed's hand stroking his already hard cock, with the pressure slowly increasing grip a wicked smile creased his face and he groaned "Oh Mark".

The effect was immediate, Syed sat bolt upright sending the covers flying and in a hurt voice demanded "Just who exactly is Mark?"

Christian's body convulsed with laughter. "He's a surgeon with blue eyes I once knew – I just wanted to see how awake you were."

In mock indignation Syed stormed off the bed "Well that was just cruel, and as punishment you will just have wait –and I have other things to do this morning!"

"Darling," drawled Christian moving his eyes slowly up and down Syed's naked and magnificent body "you can say whatever you like, that's not what your body is telling me, come back to bed."

This was going to turn into a battle of wills and Syed was determined to maintain the upper hand so he grabbed a hold of the sheet in attempt to cover himself. In doing so exposed Christian fully who stretched out smirking knowing the impact his body was having on Syed.

"Well I was just thinking how I could run my fingers through your hair, kiss those luscious lips and run my tongue down your neck..."

Syed felt himself harden even more, he tried to move away but his legs were rooted to the spot, his senses were drinking in the sight and sound that was Christian and he wondered, even after all this time, whether Christian was going to be able to make him cum without even laying a finger on him.

He longed for Christian to come to him, to drag him back to bed to take control and bend him to his will. Christian however had other ideas, he liked a challenge and he loved to tease his lover and make him succumb of his own accord. He continued to make increasingly lewd and interesting suggestions in his rich gravelly voice and held his gaze on Syed, who had by this point allowed the sheet to drop to the floor but continued to be speechless and fixed to the spot.

Christian cocked his head to one side "Can't tempt you this morning Syed, well I guess I will just have to look after my own needs then!" At that he reached over and grabbed the baby oil and poured some into his hand, he spread some across his chest allowing his hand to glide down first to his navel and down to his groin. With his body glistening he poured out a little more and rubbed his hands together until they were fully coated. He reached down about to take his cock into his hands when Syed finally found his voice.

"You can't touch that – it's mine and I don't give you permission."

"Well if it is yours – you are sadly neglecting your duties young man, now what exactly do you suggest I DO with it."

It was more than Syed could bear and he collapsed on to the bed on his front next to Christian twisting his neck to stare into those green eyes and said hoarsely, "Fuck me Christian".

Christian rolled on to his side planting his lips on that sensitive spot at the nape of his neck, pushing his cock against Syed's leg and running his glistening hands down his spine halting them there. "You going to ask nicely Sy" he whispered.