A/N: So our boys have been kidnapped by alien writers, but we can see in the great acting that their love remains true. This is my little version of keeping the faith. It'll be M for implication (and possible a bit of language), and light and happy throughout.
Reviews are love, please know I really appreciate them even if I'm really bad and get back to them really slowly.
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Prologue - Wednesday afternoon.
Christian presses small open-mouthed kisses against Syed's torso, framing the triangle of afternoon light that seeps through their blinds. Syed's hands play idly with the hair at the nape of Christian's neck. They capture the lazy Sunday afternoon in bed, sometimes Syed feels like this is how they spend every one of these days.
"Do you think we have a lot of sex?" Syed asks and enjoys the way he can feel Christian's lips pull into a smile against his stomach.
"We don't have nearly enough."
"Really?" Syed chuckles. "When else would you suggest we have it?"
The last few months, after everything settled into their love, Christian had been insatiable. Syed was amazed at the number of contented hours Christian could spend investigating every inch of his, probably rather ordinary looking, body. He was also surprised that, even after all these years, Christian was yet to fail to make his body respond so strongly his mind almost ripped in two .
Syed occasionally thought they should try other activities, take up a hobby, like art films, or scrabble, or hiking, just so they spent some time talking with clothes on. But if Christian wasn't perfecting his french accent designed to send that hot thrill straight to Syed's cock, or spelling come-ons with plastic letters, he was wearing those shorts and vests and Syed would wonder what good clothes were in the first place. Especially those damn tight ones that Christian chose to wear!
Eventually Syed had tried to install some regular pub time with different friends, until Christian had found the small sweet spot on his body that was accessible in public. It was the only sweet spot that Christian had left to find and so he had finally relented, barely making it through their flat before he did so.
Christian slides his hand up Syed's right calf, headed for just the right spot, as his tongue draws up the inside of Syed's left thigh. He smiles as he watches the other man's cock draw a valiant effort at becoming hard - despite the powerful orgasm still echoing between them.
Eventually, he places a resigned small kiss on the base of Syed's cock before trailing the rest of the patterns the sun draws on his loves golden torso.
"Hmmmm, where else?" Christian breathes against Syed's skin, "We could have it on the breakfast table, we definitely don't have enough morning shower sex, Or instead of watching you when you sleep…"
Syed's eyes shine golden, remembering how Christian had watched him from the very first night they spent together.
The first time he awoke to find Christian's intense gaze focused solely on him there were three instantaneous reactions: the impossibly quick rush of his blood pumping in only one direction; the wild flood of panic to his confusion; and a small but distinct, and hard-to-forget, rising of his heart.
Then when Syed made the choice, making home in the world that had seemed like their hopeless fantasy, he knew Christian spent most nights watching him. He knew, but he never said, because he could feel the heartbreaking fear in Christian's green gaze. Then one night, the following year, Syed had felt Christian's eyes mapping over him with no fear at all, only the purest love - finally able to trust with all his heart that he would never leave again.
That silent fear and hidden mistrust all seems like so long ago now that their love belongs to forever. Syed has no idea that Christian still watches him and the confession cues his heart to race with bliss. He knows he's blessed that even after all the years: the promises made and cherished, he can still wake up to find his skin bathed in Christian's loving gaze.
Tempting the slow fuel of desire between them Christian fixes Syed with a look - darkened eyes hooded, kiss-swollen bottom lip trapped between teeth, the image of pure lust.
"I could wake you up by fucking you."
"Get that thought out of your head, you are not waking me up in the middle of the night!"
"Oh come on it's really good…" Christian's eyes shine like tempting emeralds. "You're completely relaxed and it's so deep like we're a part of each other…"
"I remember," Syed nods, lips pursing prudishly but eyes painting darkened images of heat and desire, and Christian's wicked grin burns like fire.
"Thought you would."
"It's not happening."
Ignoring Christian's resulting pout, Syed asks, "you watch me?"
Christian slides a wayward strand of hair from his love's eyes, looking deep in his golden world. He's amazed that even whilst basking in the years of their soul-spent love Syed could still be surprised at how much he cares for him. At the beginning of their honesty Christian had been petrified of how much he could love, of the bliss that could travel through him just by having the boy close. He had felt too weak and too with fault for the life they were beginning to share. With damaged memories and a scarred heart he could barely sleep for fear of waking up without, and engaged in really stupid acts - like mistaking the mosque for a cinema. But the miles he walked and all the actions he ever did were purely for the man that Syed was, and the man he made Christian want to become. And over the months that Syed had stayed and loved him Christian had fallen head over heals for their life together. He still undertook every action purely for Syed, they were just wiser ones, on the whole.
But of course he would never say anything nearly that love sick.
"I mean, still?"
Even if he knows Syed could read it in his eyes.
"Yep, you still snore!"
Syed hears the love in Christian's voice and leans up for their kiss.
Syed traces pure love through the movements of his mouth. Kissing with all that he is, in the way he thought he'd never know, until there was Christian.
When their lips part their eyes create a lasting hold.
"You big softy," Syed mocks as his heart secretly swelled.
Christian places an arm around Syed's shoulders, turning them around so Syed lay above him, and pulling Syed against his chest in their usual position.
Syed places his hand against Christian's, watching the shine from their shared rings.
He sighs, "I do think an average of twenty times a week is a lot for a married couple."
"What's this about?" Christian asks now suspicious and fearing board games, as his hands play through soft strands of ebony.
"It's Ramadan next month."
"And?"
"It just….it means no afternoon nookie."
Christian smirks, linking his leg over Syed's thighs to push him back into the bed - trapping him.
"Syed Masood if I didn't know you any better I'd say you were disappointed!"
"Course not." He insists, but unable to avoid the intense gaze of his partner adds, "I just thought that you might be, you need more sex than I do."
Christian chokes at those words spoken like an apparent fact.
"Excuse me? I…need…more sex…than…"
"-It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just we're built differently that's all."
"Oh is that how it is?"
Christian presses his hand flat against his lover's torso, tracing downward, determined to prove the utter bullshit in Syed's words. As his fingers near Syed's awakening need he lets a beautiful image consume them both.
"And who was it who seduced who at the wedding reception?" Christian leans forward, holding his mouth just above Syed's, tempting the kiss. "Pulled the other into the broom cupboard because they couldn't wait for the wedding night?"
"That was different," Syed keens, tilting his hips as his body heats.
"Yeah sure was" Christian speaks fondly, "you ripped my shirt!"
"You'd been making eyes at me all day."
"I was marrying you! Who would you like me to be making eyes at?…Plus you looked fucking incredible…you almost had everyone making eyes at you, I'm sure you would have done if you hadn't been marrying such a sex god!"
Syed opens his mouth to fulfil his matrimonial duty of hampering Christian's arrogance. But it's at that very moment that Christian's hand cups around his rapidly swelling cock and the words that actually come out are more like a whimper.
Christian's deep green world connects with Syed's, rushing desire throughout him. His thumb maps over the head of Syed's cock as his long fingers seek down his length. "So erm, who was it who needed sex?"
Syed, never one to be outdone, uses all his weight and the element of surprise to roll the bigger man around. Their mouths crash together and Syed takes control of the kiss, using his tongue to draw that long carnal moan from his lover's lips. The noise he knew had made many previous men hot with memories, the noise that now and forever belonged only to him.
With his proof echoing from their walls Syed pulls away, his world sparkling.
"You cannot say I need more sex than the infamous Christian Clarke!"
"Less of the infamous these days."
"Yeah that's just cos you've gotten …married-"
"-What?"
"Married! I said married!" Syed can barely hide the laugh struggling against his lips.
"You were so going to say old!" Christian says as he wrestles Syed around, pressing a tickle against his hips.
"Nope!" Syed gasps through laughter, "I was definitely going to say married!"
"I am not old!"
"Absolutely! You're only what? Fifty?"
At the wit Christian sucks sulkily at the skin on Syed's shoulder, "OK, sorry, I'm sorry! Forty-two's much younger."
Christian huffs as he fixes Syed with a dissatisfied look.
"Surely if I am so old I should stop being obsessed with sex?"
"I know, I keep thinking the same thing!"
Christian folds his arms across his chest in mock injury as he rolls to the edge of the bed. Syed's eyes flash the width of his lover, he still couldn't understand how such a big strong man could sometimes look so childish. He was also slightly in awe of how wonderful Christian could look, even with a couple of unspeakable greys.
Syed presses his chin against Christian's bicep, searching and fighting for eye contact.
When Christian finally relents he raises an eyebrow.
"Hey it's OK you still look great…you know for your age!" Syed giggles.
"Right that's it! Cheeky git!" Christian growls, grabbing the pillow from behind Syed's head and preceding to whip the grin of misbehaviour of his love's face.
"You sure you want to start this?" Syed asks, preparing himself with Christian's pillow. "You know how tired you get!"
"Oh you are so in for it!"
Pillow whacks lead to unbearable laughter and, when they can barely see, Christian traps Syed's hands above his head. Syed lets the pillow fall from his grasp and he wraps his legs around Christian's hips, pulling him closer.
"You know, you're not so old that you don't leave me…completely satisfied," Syed drawls, the last two words whispered between their hearts.
At the intimacy Christian flings himself on top of Syed, pressing their bodies together "That's cos you married a stud!" He winks.
Christian tightens his hold on Syed, kissing him dramatically. Exploring the inside of Syed's bottom lip, sucking at his tongue, employing all the ways he had perfected to rob him of oxygen.
"You know, we could test this theory," Christian poses as he pulls away "see who really is more desperate for sex."
As Syed's body copes with the pooling lust, his mind rushes to catch up with Christian's words.
"A week?" He asks before he realises that he's moved his mouth.
"We've got to at least make it interesting! Two weeks!" Christian insists.
He swiftly wishes he had the ability to shut up, as Syed's hips tilt over a pillow, changing his posture, uniting their desire.
"Two weeks…fine by me." Syed nods, already wondering how on earth he was supposed to get through this, in the heat of summer, when Christian insisted on sleeping naked.
"No touching…no kissing…" with each word from Christian's lips Syed's mind teases him with a montage of images and his lips tighten over a moan.
"…and definitely no sex. For two whole weeks. Sure you can do it?" Christian winks and Syed knows he has to win this to avoid the unbearable levels of arrogance.
"It's you I'm worried about!"
"It's a deal then, and the looser has to do whatever the winner wants for an entire Sunday."
"Whatever he wants?" Syed asks cocking an eyebrow, knowing at least one activity Christian really hated.
"As long as it doesn't involve scrabble!"