A/N I know it's been a while since I updated, you've probably all forgotten the story by now! I've been fiddling with this chapter for ages and I just can't get it right, so apologies for the rubbishness of this. But I've got some better future stuff planned. Thank you so much for all the reviews, I love you lot so much, and if anyone has any requests or ideas feel free to message me. x

The warmth of his mouth slots and slides against mine, my unashamed desire for him causes a wanton moan to escape my lips. I run a hand up his neck to cup his face, my thumb circling the skin behind his ear. I practically feel his heart skip several beats at that touch, so I do it again, and again, and again… I've got him trapped against my sofa, and I make to push him down, but the gentle push of a warm hand on my chest and all too quickly his lips have left mine.

"What's wrong?" I whisper, taking his bottom lip between my teeth in a desperate attempt to bring us back in the moment.

"Christian.." he shakes his head, using the remaining strength in him to push me away. "We can't do this," He says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why not..?" panic starts to build inside me, it was going so well.. he's so fucking gorgeous! I rack my brain. "You are gay. Aren't you..?"

"Yes," he almost laughs, "yeah I am. But," the hesitation hangs in the air, "I'm also very religious, Christian."

"Oh… sorry, what?" My face must look a picture, I'm so confused.

"Christian, what is my mother."

"A… woman?"

He laughs that gorgeous laugh again.

"Well yeah, but that wasn't quite what I was looking for!"

"Syed, I don't understand what you're trying to… Oh."

I get it.

"Muslim.."

He nods.

"But, how can you be gay and be a Muslim?" I ask, surely that's breaking so many rules?

"It hasn't been easy, you know." He says defensively, and he looks upset now, oh God.. I don't want him upset.

"I'm sorry," I bring my hand up to his face and stroke my fingers through his soft, thick hair, "I'm an insensitive prick at the best of times."

"It's alright.." his eyes flutter shut at my touch, but I'm not going to make this any worse for him. Slowly I pull away, giving us both some space to breathe. I didn't realise how tangled our bodies were, I unhook my leg from around his and pull out my arm from around his back. I miss his warm touch already. Trying my best to behave with the tight bulge in my trousers, I rest a comforting hand on his arm.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"There's nothing much to talk about," he tells me with a sigh, "My parents found out when I was 17, Mum's only just started talking to me, and Dad... well, I haven't really spoken to him since."

"Fuck... Syed I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

The sadness etched on his beautiful face pulls something inside me; I place my hand on his, the touch of his bare skin on mine shooting heat through me, licking flames of tight desire somewhere within. Hesitantly, his fingers curl around mine as he welcomes what little comfort I can give him.

"Listen, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'm sorry for being so stupid."

"No, it's not your fault. I just.. I'm not used to this sort of thing, and I need some time to get to know you before... if anything else happens."

He wants to get to know me? Blimey, I haven't heard that in a while. It's... nice.

"That's fine, not a problem." I tell him with a reassuring smile. I want him to know I can be a good person, fun to be around. I'm not completely sex obsessed...

"Thanks." He breathes a huge sigh of relief, like a heavy weight has been lifted from him, and that glint of cheekiness returns to his gorgeous eyes. "Thank you again for the clothes!"

"Not a problem. They look really good on you."

He looks down and shakes his head, embarrassed.

"You're gorgeous, Syed." Carefully, I cup his face with my hand, stroking the prickly stubble beneath my fingertips.

"Christian.."

"Yeah?"

There's a momentary pause where he looks like he's deciding what to say next, his eyes flickering as they look into mine.

"I've.. got to go." He looks sad again. I've crossed the line. I make to quickly remove my hand but he holds it there with his own, stroking gently with his thumb. "Not because I want to, but because I have to. Do you understand?"

No.

"Yes." I don't want him to go.

"I like you, I really do." And he stands up, making his way silently to the bathroom to gather his things. When he reappears he looks calmer, happy; the speed at which his emotions change are hard for me to keep up with. I pull myself up off the sofa and walk over to him.

"When can I see you again?"

"Oh.." his face forms into this sad little frown that I just want to kiss better. "Look, Christian.. I really don't think you know what you're getting yourself in to.." he tells me, holding his breath. What, he seriously thinks he can put me off just like that?

"Sy," oh, I like that. Sy Sy Sy... "listen. I like you, okay? And believe me, it's not every day I come across someone who I actually want to spend time with, and be around." I take a deep breath. "I think," and step towards him, "that if you let yourself trust me, we could have so much fun together."

He looks up at me, big brown puppy eyes lost and confused.

"Christian.. I" he falters, "I can't just trust-"

"I know, I know," I soothe, "But you can let yourself try."

"But I'm not worth the-" My finger is pressed against his lips in an attempt to quiet him.

"Just shut up and give me your number."

He looks down, a small smile playing on his lips. I've got him.