Chapter three! For you, darling Spoons :P Syed sorts out Christian's aches and pains...


Christian sighed in contentment the second he felt Syed's hands against his skin, pressing at the flesh of his back; firm yet gentle. The feeling of anticipation had been building slowly in the pit of his stomach the whole time he'd been waiting, face down on the bed and stripped to his boxers, whilst listening to the gentle clink of tiny massage oil bottles behind him. By the time it came to the actual massage, the feeling of Syed's skin against his left him feeling soothed and relaxed, even before Syed had begun to work on relieving his tense muscles.

"I've barely touched you yet," Syed joked as he began to push at the sources of tension in Christian's back, kneading them out with skilled fingers.

"Yes, well, that had better change," he replied, voice muffled against the pillow.

Flashing an amused grin at the back of his boyfriend's head, Syed shuffled backwards along the bed (and the man on top of it), moved his attention to the back of his leg and tenderly wrapped both hands around it, using his thumbs to circle and press against the pulled hamstring. He heard the small hiss of pain Christian tried to conceal with the pillow, but continued with the gentle administrations, and very soon he began to hear low, satisfactory moans coming from the body underneath him.

"You really are a miracle worker, Sy," Christian murmured appreciatively, and Syed smirked bashfully at the compliment.

As he moved his touch slightly further up, brushing against the material of Christian's boxers, he wasn't too surprised at his boyfriend's sudden intake of breath, followed by a moan that was longer and slightly louder than any previously.

The sound was still unbelievably arousing, and Syed felt - and heard - his own breathing getting heavier as he continued his "massage", which was starting to resemble more of a grope. His senses were suffocating him in the most wonderful way; assaulting him with sight, sound, smell, touch. The only thing missing involved his tongue against Christian's skin...

"I think that's your massage over now."

He leaned back slightly to allow Christian to turn over, who revealed the straining bulge of his hard on as a result. And as Syed dove down to capture his lips, he became aware of his own erection as it made contact with Christian's.

He opened his mouth as wide as he could, thrusting his tongue in as far as it would reach and battling with the sensation of wanting to just devour him. He felt Christian gasp into his mouth as a hand made its way into his hair and another slid down to the small of his back, pulling him impossibly closer. Their crotches ground together, the friction never enough as they each tried to thrust harder against each other, panting with the effort.

Wanting desperately to feel Christian's skin against his - to feel that electric current which ran through him each time they made contact; electrocuting the butterflies in his stomach which went mad every time Christian looked at him as he did now (Would they ever go away? he wondered) - Syed sat back momentarily to pull his t-shirt off. He didn't even hear it drop to the floor as Christian's hand reached around the back of his neck and pulled him down, past his lips and towards his neck. Syed took the cue, kissing along the line of his jugular before sucking the skin gently, letting his teeth nip against it before calming the heated flesh with his tongue.

With Christian's hands in his hair keeping him in place, Syed continued the lustful assault on his neck as he maneuvered a hand in between their bodies. He managed to reach Christian's cock through the boxers and he slowly cupped a hand around it, able to feel just how aroused he was. He suddenly felt Christian's hands pulling desperately at his hair, and he sat back, allowing Christian to struggle out of his boxers before pulling at Syed's joggers. Taking the rather unambiguous hint, Syed swiftly rid himself of the rest of his clothes and resumed his position on top of Christian, gripping the bed sheets on either side of him and pulling his hips up so their cocks rubbed together with delicious friction.

Christian's head fell back with a moan as Syed wrapped a hand around both hard ons, hips thrusting harder against Christian's.

"Shit, Sy, harder. Harder," Christian pleaded as he reached down with his own hand, threading his fingers around Syed's, joining the attempt to bring them both off. The other hand made its way back into Syed's hair, grabbing a fistful to keep him from going insane.

Syed pushed himself hard into their entwined hands, breathing laboured and fresh sweat forming where the sweat from their jog had dried from earlier. He could feel his arm against the bed trembling and threatening to buckle from its position of support, and he lowered himself down for another kiss before it could.

Movements quickened; muscles ached; kissing intensified, and fire burned in their bellies as they came together, their names on each other's lips.

Mere seconds passed before Christian grabbed Syed's shoulders and rolled him round so he was on top. Syed, still shaky and breathless, wondered once again where Christian got his never ending energy from.

"Looks like your leg is better."

"Well, I had this gorgeous man put his hands on me and I soon forgot all about it." Christian grinned down at the gorgeous man in question. "Shower? I think we need it...badly."

Syed wrinkled his nose.

"Yeah, we do. But I just need a minute, get my breath back..."