A/N: Finally finished this chapter. Just a short bit of lightness before I go slightly depressing again :D

Chapter Five

Syed sat on the edge of the very lumpy bed of the bed and breakfast he had chosen to stay in. He needed time to think, to sort out what he wanted but he was certain he was not going back to Christian.

He had been crying almost constantly since he had left the flat, his heart felt as though it had been smashed into tiny pieces. So small that nothing could ever put them back together. He felt so lost and alone, more so than when he had left his family. He just didn't know what to do.

He lay back on the bed with a heavy thud and drew his knees up to his chest. He then began to sob like he had never done before in his life. He felt like his life was truly over.

Syed happily curled up next to Christian, a huge smile on his face. It had been amazing. He couldn't believe he had forgotten just how perfect it had been with Christian. He felt like he could just lie there forever in Christian's arms and never let him go.

"That was amazing," Christian gasped, echoing Syed's thoughts exactly.

"I'd forgotten just how good it was with you," Syed replied contentedly. It felt so good, lying in Christian's arms, his fingers stroking Syed's hair, he felt so relaxed.

All the memories of their first time together came rushing back. The excitement of being together, the thrill of every kiss and touch and it made Syed happier than he ever could have imagined.

"What are you thinking about?" He heard Christian ask softly.

"Us."

"Anything interesting?"

"Just remembering how much I love you."

"That is a good thought," Christian smiled. "You want to know something?"

"What?"

"I was thinking about how much I love you too."

They just lay in silence for a few minutes, neither wanting to interrupt the moment with further talk. Syed felt himself begin to drift off to sleep and as much as he didn't want to fall asleep he couldn't resist the pull so he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall asleep in the arms of the man he loved.

When Syed woke up the bed was cold. He sat up and glanced around but Christian was nowhere to be seen. Feeling a little disappointed, he clambered out of bed and pulled on his clothes. He headed towards the living room and saw a folded piece of paper on top of the TV. He opened it and read the contents.

Hey Sy,

Sorry to just up and leave like that but I have to work. I'll call later when I'm done and maybe we could meet up.

I had a great time today.

Love you,

Christian

Syed smiled at the note as he re-read it again. This time yesterday he couldn't have imagined being with Christian again. He was determined not to do anything to ruin their relationship this time around, he was definitely in it for the long haul.

"You're hiding something from me," Roxy said as Christian sat on the sofa playing with his daughter. "I can feel it."

"So what if I am. I am allowed some secrets aren't I?"

"No, it's not healthy," Roxy pouted. "Come on, share. It's been ages since I've had some decent gossip. Is it about a guy? Who is he?"

"I'm not jinxing it by telling you anything."

"So it is about a bloke then," Roxy grinned triumphantly at having got that much information from her best friend. "Tell me more."

"No," Christian exclaimed vehemently. "I told you I'm not going to jinx it."

"Then just give me general information. What's he like? Is he nice? How long have you been seeing him? Give me something, Christian."

"It hasn't been long. I've been kind of seeing him for a couple of weeks but it's only really just got going."

"I'm so excited for you, Christian. It's time you met someone new. You've spent far too long pining over Syed, you need something new."

Christian couldn't meet Roxy's eye. She hadn't been Syed's biggest fan since he had left so he really didn't know how to tell her that it was Syed he was seeing again. He decided it would be best to leave it for now.

"When are you going to see him again?" Roxy asked, bringing Christian out of his thoughts.

"Uh... dunno yet. We haven't arranged anything. I said I'd call him later."

"Well I am happy for you."

"Thanks," Christian smiled. "It means a lot really."

"I thought you were going to call," Syed grinned as he opened the door to find Christian on the other side.

"Yeah well, thought I'd surprise you," Christian replied as he leaned in and kissed Syed gently on the lips. He wrapped his arms around Syed's waist and pulled him close, deepening the kiss.

Syed wasn't complaining at the close contact. He'd been craving Christian's touch since he had woken up earlier that day t find his lover gone. He put up no resistance as Christian manoeuvred them so Syed was pressed against the now closed door, pinning him.

"So how was your day?" Syed panted once they both had to stop kissing to breathe.

"Started off boring but then I met up with the most gorgeous bloke so it got a lot better," Christian grinned mischievously and kissed Syed again.

"So what are you doing here? Don't you have anything better to do?"

"No I don't have anyone better to do."

"So what should we do?" Syed asked. Stupid question, he thought when he saw the expression on Christian's face. It was pure sex. "Apart from that," he cheekily clarified.

"I didn't have anything else in mind," Christian said as he pulled Syed away from the door and led him towards the bedroom. "You're not going to complain are you?"

"Why would I?" Syed grinned as he allowed himself to be led towards the bedroom.

Syed lay happily in Christian's arms. He couldn't sleep but was content to just lie there and listen to Christian's light snores.

It felt perfect to be lying there, his head resting on Christian's chest, his thumping heartbeat relaxing Syed. He never wanted the moment to end. He just wanted to lie there forever.

He heard his mobile phoning beeping somewhere, it sounded so distant but the occasional reminders of a received text message was enough to draw him out of bed just to shut the damn thing up.

He wrapped his dressing gown around his body and stumbled towards the living room. He found his phone lying on the coffee table. He picked it up and opened the message.

I see you, it read.