Warnng - time for our boys to have a little fun so there will be smut

to all onWFCTGIO to keep us amised through yet another blackhole

Chapter 4 – Fire and Ice

They clung to each other as they climbed the hill, for stability, for warmth but most of all for comfort after their self imposed separation. Their words were light and flirtatious and they were full of laughter. Syed was giddy with the sense of freedom and anticipation of five whole days and four whole nights of uninterrupted indulgence, Christian was simply flooded with relief, tinged with the guilt of unfounded doubt.

They fell through the door into their own private haven. Syed abandoned his luggage and his leather jacket looking every bit the excited seven year-old he declared himself not to be. Christian surreptitiously hid the near empty vodka bottle and hung up his and Syed's coats, grinning as he half listened to the excited babble as Syed explored the cabin. He stoked the fire, throwing on more logs as it burst into life, sending a warm glow across the room.

Soft fingers toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. Hands caressed across his shoulders as Syed pulled him backwards into a gentle hug.

"It's perfect Christian." he whispered.

He thought about all the tacky responses that he could make, but not wanting to break the moment, he settled for laying his head back, feeling Syed's stubble scrape across his cheek and sighing contentedly. When exactly did he become this boring, that such a simple touch left him so…. so weak.

"I missed you Sy, I was so worried you wouldn't be able to get away."

"Hey, I'm here now."

"Yeah, yeah you are – so what do you want babe? Anything I can get for you?"

Syed shifted them around so they were face to face, planting delicate kisses along his jaw line, "Anything? All I want is right here."

Christian gave a cheeky grin, "That's such a line!"

"Maybe," said Syed as he tossed cushions from the sofa onto the floor in front of the fire ".. but that doesn't meant it isn't true." He stretched out on his side and held his hand out for Christian to join him.

For a moment Christian just towered over him taking in the sight, Syed cocked his head and started to roll his teeth over his bottom lip basking in Christian's gaze. "What's the matter – too old to make it down here?"

Well that did it, in one fluid movement Christian had rolled him onto his back, was lying over him and had his arms pinned above his head. He attacked his neck with sloppy kisses and little bites before moving up to meet those luscious lips. "Such insolence," he muttered "will be punished." He relaxed his grip on Syed's wrists and began to run his fingers teasingly down his arms. Syed's hands automatically went to his hair but Christian pushed them back.

"Uh uh mister, just you stay there. Time you learned who's boss."

Christian sat back on his heels and dragged his tee-shirt over his head, Syed reached up for contact only to have his hands batted away. "Don't move." he reprimanded.

"You asked me what I wanted, and I want you." he pouted.

"Oh you'll get me Sy," he dropped forward to whisper in his ear, "all of me, but only when you learn to do exactly what you are told." He captured his lips again and maneuvered a hand between them slipping it under his shirt caressing the taut skin of his abdomen, his thumb circling his belly button. Syed sighed into the kiss letting his hands drop to the floor, his fingers twitching. Christian tugged at his top shirt button with his teeth, his warm moist breathe heating the skin underneath, eventually he gave in and nimble fingers took over. "Oi, hands above your head I said."

"Chris-t-i-an" he implored.

Christian sat back, folded his arms and arched an eyebrow, Syed responded by rolling his eyes and reluctantly raising his arms above his head and was rewarded as Christian deftly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and with one finger teasing the sensitive flesh at his waistband allowed the other hand and his mouth to map and roam his neck and chest, swirling his tongue around first one then the other nipple causing Syed to moan and writhe underneath him. "So beautiful….taste so good, going to make you feel so good."

"I wannna touch you, feel you…"

"All in good time baby… give me your hand."

He took Syed's hand in his, kissing the palm and then one by one taking each finger into his mouth slowly sucking and licking them while his other hand deftly unbuckled Syed's belt and released him. He then wrapped Syed's wet hand around his own cock. "Slowly baby, move it nice and slow.

As Syed's hand moved slowly up and down the shaft Christian swiped his tongue over the head tasting the pre-cum. Syed bucked his hips, Christian used both hands to pull his jeans and boxers down his lean legs, never breaking eye contact or halting soft words of encouragement. "So hot, that's right baby, long and slow….". He shrugged off his own remaining clothes and kneeling he kissed and nipped his way back up his legs, up his inner thighs, until his face was once more level with Syed's cock. He kissed the tip and massaged his perineum eliciting a string of disjointed vowels. Syed tried to speed up his movements. As Christian steadied his hand, he tried to reach out for him but Christian was having none of it. He crawled back up his body teasing his lower lip and once again forced his hands above his head. "Turn over babe, on your knees."

His heart thumping, he did as he was told and hissed as he felt Christian's erection and the persistent gentle pressure of a hot wet tongue at that spot at the nape of his neck that drove him over the edge. On cue he begged "P l e a s e Christian, don't tease, I want you."

At this moment the fire chose to crackle and spit a burning ember landing on Syed's arse making him jump. Christian chuckled and brushed it away lapping the burning skin to cool it, "You really are on fire Sy!". He slid one finger between his cheeks creating space for his tongue to follow causing Syed to lose control, throwing his head back in ecstasy. "Now Christian, now" he gasped.

"Touch yourself." Christian grunted as he complied. It only took half a dozen thrusts before he felt Syed ripple and contract around him, hearing his name uttered on heavy breaths before his own orgasm hit him.

They lay in each other's arms as their breathing returned to normal, entranced by the dancing of the flames and the shadows they created.

"I told you this was a great place didn't I? "

"Hmmm."

"We could build a snowman tomorrow."

"I can think or better things to build."

"You do like it don't you Christian?"

"You know Sy, this might turn out to be the best holiday I've ever had."

some more angst to come as they talk out the blackmail repercussions - but there is also a hot tub to play in

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