Once again thanks to the lovely Clarkie for her encouragement, and also special thanks to Elphie, my guru twin, for her super-quick and lovely reviews! Warning: contains smut ;) x

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The sound of the front door slamming shut was a welcome one – it had been ajar all morning while the paint was drying, and while visitor after visitor had made their way through. Now, though, as Tamwar had just picked up Kamil (who had of course demanded their full attention for the entire afternoon; Syed wondered when he'd become so mischievous), they were pretty certain that unless Alfie bloody Moon dropped in to have a look around, they finally had the half-decorated flat to themselves. Syed exhaled in relief as he turned to Christian.

"Now maybe we can actually get these walls done before the emulsion destroys my sense of smell," he grumbled, picking up his paintbrush to resume the covering of the last of the vile green.

"Oh, I don't know, I kind of like it." Christian dipped two fingers into the tray he'd been using and flicked the paint in Syed's general direction. Syed turned to look at him, his eyes darkening with an I'm-warning-you glare.

"Christian. Do that again and I'll-"

"You'll what? Go on, tell me," he smirked, poised for a second attack. Syed observed him with what he hoped was a dangerous look in his eye, as he thought of a retort. Before he could speak, though, he felt a splatter of paint at his shoulder before he saw it being thrown. Once again, Christian had to hold in his laughter as he watched the indignant expression on Syed's face. His smile quickly vanished however, as Syed reached over to the nearest open paint tin and slowly wrapped his hands around it, watching Christian the whole time, as if he were a prey he was about to capture.

"I'll show you what I'll do, you absolute bastard." Syed advanced towards him with a glint in his eye, tin of matt emulsion raised for attack. Christian felt himself edge backwards, sensing he was about to have a face-full of Sunny Savannah.

"Sy, no, you don't wanna do this..." Christian protested, stretching his hands out for protection. Standing as close as he could get, Syed tried to raise the paint tin up to tip the contents over Christian's head, but Christian had both hands on his biceps, preventing him from lifting it higher. With all the strength he could muster, Syed wrenched himself free from Christian's iron hold. In the process, the paint tin surged forward, causing a small tidal wave to crash over the metal and straight onto Christian's shirt, creating an effective second coat over the tiny dried splodges that were there previously. Christian stumbled backwards, staring at Syed in shock before gingerly swiping his fingers through the thick paint and flicking it onto the plastic covered floor.

"I cannot believe you just did that," Christian said after a moment's silence, shaking his head. He glanced down at the state of his t-shirt. Feeling the discomfort of the paint seeping through the material, he decided he'd have to take the shirt off. Carefully, he pulled it up from the back and peeled it off his front, dropping it to the floor at his feet. Glancing back up, he locked eyes with Syed, who now looked a bit flushed. It was hard to tell whether it was from embarrassment that he'd ruined Christian's shirt, or whether the sight of his half-naked fiancé was making him feel hot under the collar, but it wasn't all that hard to guess; his skin felt like it was burning under Syed's gaze. In one swift movement, and without taking his eyes off Syed, Christian grabbed at a long handled paint roller which was propped up against the wall, and brandished it before him, as if it were a weapon.

"You are going to regret that..." he warned in a low voice, taking a step towards him. Syed suddenly reached out his arms and grabbed the handle with both hands, pulling Christian towards him. Christian watched Syed intently as his breathing quickened and his lips parted.

Leaning in so there was barely an inch between them, Syed murmured,

"I doubt it."

Relinquishing his grasp on the paint roller, Christian moved his hands up to grab Syed's face on either side and pulled him into a crushing kiss. The roller clattered to the floor, forgotten, as Syed went to grab Christian's face also, kissing him back hungrily. Tiny smears of yellow paint that hadn't yet dried on Christian's hand made their way onto Syed's cheek, while Syed pushed his paint splattered clothes flush against Christian, some of the colour rubbing off on his torso. Not that either of them even gave a damn, pushing against each other, hands reaching to grab, caress and rub whatever they could reach; stumbling over plastic covered furniture, kicking paint trays, knocking into cardboard boxes.

Even the loud clattering of the step ladder didn't deter them as Syed pushed Christian up against it, letting him remove his shirt while he fumbled with the zip in his jeans, reaching a hand in to close over his cock once he had it open. Christian gasped at the touch, running his fingers through Syed's hair and pulling him forward to kiss him again, tongues colliding and battling for dominance.

Christian groaned as Syed started to stroke him, maddeningly slow at first, before quickening the pace, other hand around the back of Christian's neck, pulling him down into the ongoing kiss, swallowing his moans. Christian could feel his orgasm start to build up inside of him as Syed pumped his hand faster. He gripped the rung of the ladder behind him as he involuntarily thrust his hips forward against Syed's hand. Syed pulled away from the kiss to look at him, his eyes darkened with lust and want.

"I want to look at you when you come."

And that sent Christian over the edge, calling out Syed's name as he came into his hand, trembling uncontrollably as he held onto the ladder for support. Panting for breath, he looked up at Syed, who wore a satisfied smirk on his face, eyes shining with desire and love.

It didn't take long for Christian to recover, and when he did, he grabbed Syed by the shoulders and pulled him round until it was him pushed up against the ladder. Wasting no time, Christian placed a kiss on his neck, then his chest, moving ever closer to his goal. When he reached Syed's waistband, he undid the zip and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one swift movement, releasing Syed's now rock hard cock from its confines. Taking a moment to observe Syed, who was now gripping the rung in anticipation, he then took him fully in his mouth, engulfing him with sudden wet warmth, earning a whimper in response. Too impatient to tease in his mission to bring Syed off, Christian gripped Syed's hips and started to move his head back and forth, releasing it all the way to the tip of Syed's cock and back again. Hearing Syed's frantic noises of pleasure made him moan also, sending low vibrations throughout Syed's whole body.

He felt rather than heard Syed getting closer to the edge, and reached under to fondle his balls while tilting his head up to gaze at Syed, whose head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Feeling him stop, Syed raised his head and opened his eyes to look down at Christian, their eyes connecting once again. He was so close, frustratingly so. He grabbed Christian by the hair on the back of his head and thrust into his mouth three or four more times, moaning as he reached his orgasm, feeling Christian suck him clean before releasing him, lovingly pulling his boxers and jeans back over his quivering flesh. Syed waited for Christian to get back up and kiss him, but Christian had other ideas. Reaching for his hand, he pulled Syed down onto the plastic protected floor. And Syed, still in a daze after his powerful orgasm, smiled as he did little to resist, settling down on the cold, hard floor, beside his man.