For thread 69 :)
"Talk dirty to me Sy."
Christian rested his chin on Syed's shoulder and blew in his ear.
"Christian!" He wriggled and tried to shrug him off.
"Oh go on." pleaded Christian, moving around to block his path.
"Pants."
"Is that the best you can do?" asked Christian, disappointed, pushing out his lower lip petulantly.
"Skimpy pants?" suggested Syed hopefully.
Christian laughed.
"You are so much better than this when we're in bed."
Syed rolled his eyes.
"Forgive me, but It's a bit difficult to think of stuff in the High Street buying vegetables."
Christian pointed to the display outside the Greengrocers,
"How about that marrow? Doesn't that remind you of something?"
Syed hummed quietly, allowing his hand to hover before picking up a small gnarled root of ginger.
"Maybe this?"
"Bastard. Tiny Kumquats to you." He threw two of them at Syed's head and the woman who owned the shop scowled angrily.
Scooping them up from the ground Christian thrust them into her hand and flashed her his most winning smile, dragging Syed away.
"We can get them cheaper on the market." He announced loudly, ensuring she overheard.
"Christian!" hissed Syed, being pulled along in his wake. "What's up with you?"
"I'm boooored. Can we go home?" He draped his arm around Syed and tried to tickle him.
Syed paused and stood against the railings by the Pelican Crossing, putting the shopping bags onto the ground.
"And what will we do when we get there?" He asked mildly.
"You know!" Christian put his hands on either side of Syed and leaned into him.
"Tell me." Syed's voice lowered.
"I want to lick you."
"You want to lick me. How about I buy you an ice cream instead?"
"It wouldn't taste as sweet as your skin."
Syed narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Where will you lick me?"
Christian twisted a strand of Syed's hair around his finger while he considered.
"All over. Especially your co…"
He pressed his cheek against Syed's, scratching his face against the stubble. As he began to whisper the word he caught sight of a pair of elderly ladies approaching from across the road and heading in their direction.
"coleslaw! Hello Mrs Jeffries!"
He straightened rapidly leaving Syed slumped and bemused, wondering why Christian's voice seemed to have risen three octaves.
"Afternoon Christian. Behaving yourself I hope." A slight woman with her grey hair elegantly twisted up into a French Pleat nodded at Syed and winked.
"Always Mrs Jeffries. Do you need help with your shopping?"
He tried to grab the one small carrier from her and she tapped his hand away.
"I'm fine thank you. You get back to your friend, he's waiting for you."
They watched in silence as she hobbled off down the road into the distance.
Syed raised his eyebrow and put his head to one side.
"Mrs Jeffries?" he queried.
Christian shuddered.
"My Primary School headmistress, used to scare me rigid."
Syed giggled.
"You were frightened of that dear little old lady? Christian you've gone down in my estimation."
Christian looked crestfallen.
"Have I? She was savage in her day. How can I make myself go up again?"
Syed took his hand.
"You don't need to. I'll take you home and do it for you."