Voila, chapter two! Christian gets distracted... Reviews always welcome :P x
"Lower, Syed...lower..."
"Dammit, Christian, I can't go any lower!"
Christian fought to withhold a giggle as he bent down to reach for his toes opposite Syed, who was doing his best to copy him but not getting far past his knees. Giving up, and feeling sharp pain in the backs of his legs, Syed straightened up and regarded Christian with a half impressed, half irritated expression. I'm meant to be the young fit one, he thought childishly, before regretting it, and feeling a bit guilty. Christian was a bloody personal trainer, for God's sake. It was his job to run round the Square without having to catch his breath every thirty seconds and to be able to stretch all the way to his toes. Syed admired his boyfriend's dedication to his career and was proud of him. But right now he was clearly just getting his revenge for the 'older man' comment.
"How about some tricep stretches now? You remember how to do them, right?" Christian couldn't resist adding with a smirk as he lifted his arm to stretch it down his back with the other arm.
"I'm not one of your clients, smartarse, so stop treating me like one. Of course I remember how to do them," Syed huffed, copying Christian's movements.
"Only teasing babe. If you were one of my clients you'd be the best one," Christian replied sweetly, dropping his arm and leaning forward for a kiss, knowing all is forgiven once his lips touch Syed's. And try as he might, Syed couldn't withhold the tiny whimper he let out when they parted. Still, he masked the dazed look on his face with an eyeroll.
"You have such a way with words, you old romantic."
"Hey, I warned you about the 'old' jibes. Now bend over."
Christian made no attempt to tear his eyes away from Syed's arse, bent over in front of him as its owner innocently stretched out his hamstrings. Well, it wasn't his fault it was right in his line of sight, teasing him with its delectableness. He could reach out right now and touch it. What was the point of these stretches anyway? To cool down? How ironic...
Christian's thoughts were suddenly cut off by a searing pain in the back of his leg. With a cry of pain, he hunched over, clutching the back of his thigh. In an instant he felt a hand on his shoulder and the presence of Syed, who was now crouched in front of him.
"Christian! What have you done to yourself? Here..." Grabbing hold of an arm, Syed gently maneuvered him to the sofa before reaching up to run a hand over Christian's forehead in a gesture of comfort, replacing the beads of sweat with the smooth skin of his palm.
"I think I pulled a muscle."
"Idiot."
Christian's eyes flew open to meet with Syed's, whose were softened and accompanied by a fond smile across his lips. He found himself smiling back despite the pain in his leg, which had reduced to a dull throb.
"One that you're still in love with, I hope."
"And don't you forget it. Now get into that bedroom, I think you need a massage..."