Well look what I did instead of coursework! Oops. Well, hope you like! Set just after the jogging scene on the 20th Sept. I love reviews of any kind :D xx
Syed leant against the cold metal railings, gripping the bars with his hands as he tried to slow his breathing down. It was embarrassing enough, trying to keep up with his decidedly more in-shape fiancé as they jogged around the square for all to see, but now he had a stitch and had had to stop and catch his breath as Christian hopped on the spot beside him, still full of energy. He was clearly in his element, and while Syed could see that Christian's enthusiasm was great for motivating his clients, it didn't stop him wanting to glue his feet to the ground to keep him still.
Slowly, he rested his forehead against the rusty iron while his lungs scrambled for air and his cheeks burned with a mixture of exercise-induced adrenaline and mild embarrassment.
"I took Ian out for a jog once...he had to stop here as well."
Syed lifted his eyes to Christian's quizzically, who had now ceased jogging on the spot and was casually leaning against the railings.
"Are you comparing me to Ian Beale?" he frowned, glancing down to check he hadn't suddenly grown a pot belly. Christian laughed and rubbed his back affectionately.
"Of course not, dear. That one time was Ian's first attempt at exercise...and last. Why don't you drink some water?"
"None left."
Syed raised the waterbottle in his hand up to Christian's eye level to show him, and then forlornly moved it to his lips and tipped it back in a vain attempt to extract even the tiniest drop of water.
Christian's eyes flickered between Syed's sweat soaked hair clinging to his exposed neck; and his lips, which were wrapped around the bottle cap, waiting for water which would never materialise. The only water he could see was the trickles of sweat running tantalisingly down his temples and clinging to the hollow of his throat. God, what a sight, Christian thought as his mind wandered to inappropriate places. I can't keep him out like this for much longer.
"Well, how about we call it a day, and head back to the flat to cool down?"
"Thought you'd never ask," Syed grinned, breathing now more in control, and he straightened up to release the railings from his grip.
"And we can do some stretches too, help loosen up those joints, relax those tense muscles," Christian added, giving Syed's upper arm a small squeeze before sliding a hand round his neck, soothingly rubbing the tufts of hair he found there with his thumb.
"So first I'm fat, now I'm an old man," Syed grumbled, automatically moving to wrap an arm around Christian's waist.
"Babe, I never said you were either of those things. If you were an old man, what would that make me, eh?" Christian joked, poking Syed accusingly, who paused for less than a second before smiling at Christian innocently.
"An even older man?"
Without waiting for a reaction, Syed wriggled out of Christian's grasp and started to lightly jog towards the flat.
"See you at home!" He yelled over his shoulder, leaving an open-mouthed Christian in his wake.