A/N Hello lovelies. So here's my latest update, I really hope you like it! If it wasn't for all your amazing comments I wouldn't have the inspiration to keep writing this. All of you are amazing, and thank you so much for the lovely comments x
It's been two days. Impatiently I tap my fingers against the work surface as I wait for the kettle to boil. Two whole days. Steam starts to rise from the top and I can hear the water bubbling. I wonder what he's doing right now. The kettle flicks itself off and I pour steaming hot water into a navy blue mug. He drank from that mug only two days ago.
"agh! Stop thinking about him!"
Stirring the mug of tea a little too viciously, hot water splashes and scolds my skin.
"ffffffffffffffffffudge." I wave my hand up and down before coving the burn with my mouth in some vague attempt to soothe the pain.
"That's a nasty burn. Do you want me to kiss it better?"
A flash of my dream from last night is brought to the forefront of my mind. He offered to kiss me better. I wish he was here to kiss me better right now.
There's a vibration and a bleep as my phone goes off... Rushing over to the table, I pick it up and hastily check the screen.
'1 new message – Syed'
"Oh God.."
Taking several deep breaths, I open the message.
'Got your clothes. When can I drop them round? S'
Staring at the screen I contemplate what to do. Should I phone him? No.. too desperate. Oh but his voice, I miss that voice. Before I can stop myself I've pressed 'dial'. It's ringing.
Still ringing..
"Hello?" His velvety voice rings through.
Wow, I've missed him.
"Hiya."
"Did you get my message?"
"Yeah, just now." Steady breaths, in, out... "How are you?"
"Not brilliant actually." He sighs.
Snapping my head up I listen to his heavy breath, anxiously awaiting what was coming next.
"What's wrong?"
"Well.. I found out today that I've been turned down for the two jobs I went for."
"Oh.." I settle down on to the sofa, "Syed I'm sorry." And I really am sorry, but I can't stop myself from smiling at the gorgeous sound of his voice.
"It's fine. Never mind, eh." The sigh on the other end of the line tells me it's anything but fine.
"Why don't you come round, I can try and cheer you up?"
I smile at the soft sound of his laugh, twiddling absent-mindedly at a stray string hanging from the cushion.
"I'd like that."
He'd like that. Yeah baby.
"Good."
"What time?" he asks.
"Now."
"Ohh... okay then." He teases. I smile.
"Oh and bring a coat."
"Why?"
"Cos I'm taking you out somewhere."
"Somewhere nice?" he plays.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
x
Gathering up my keys and putting on my coat I wait patiently on the edge of the sofa. It's been 43 minutes since we were talking on the phone so he should be here soon. I wander into the bathroom to check myself in the mirror once more. Hair's perfect, arms are on show, chest looks good, teeth are pearly white. How could anyone resist?
There's a knock at the door. Fuck.
With my heart rate rapidly increasing, I walk over and pull open the door. On the other side, he's standing there, tight fitting grey t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and hugging-in-all-the-right-places jeans. Ding dong.
"I've got your clothes," he says politely with a shy smile, holding up my folded tracksuit bottoms and top. God I want to push him up against the wall, rip off his shirt, lick him all over, hold his burning hot, writhing, sweaty body in my arms as I make him come so hard he'll pass out...
"Thanks." I mutter, scratching the back of my neck, trying desperately to calm myself down.
"So where are you taking me then?" he asks nervously, I can see he's anxious.
Taking back my clothes I drop them onto the table, grab my coat from the hanger and close the door behind us, locking up with a click.
"This nice little restaurant I know. Not that far to walk."
We walk down the stairs together.
"Sounds nice."
"It is. I'm sorry you had a rubbish day."
"Yeah," he nods glumly.
"There'll be other jobs ya know. They're stupid for not taking you." I give him a friendly nudge. A small smile appears on his face.
Heading out into the cold winter night's air I close the door behind us. Cheerfully, I turn to him.
"So, tell me about yourself."
"About me? Well, there's not much to tell really..."
"Don't be stupid. I want to know everything. Even all the small things, like your favourite food, favourite colour, ya know."
"Er, well," he sticks his hands in his pockets as we walk, "I love my mum's cooking – she's fantastic – and my favourite colour is green, but sometime's blue." He looks at me as if to ask if that's enough.
"Keep going."
"I really like reading. I'm not very organised but I try to be. I hate shopping..." he pulls this cute little face, "spiders weird me out, and I can't ride a bike."
"You can't?"
"Nope."
"And what about your religion?" I ask, noticing the way his shoulders tense as I say this.
"What about it?"
"You're Muslim?"
"Yeah."
I nod for him to continue.
"I go to Mosque whenever I can, try and be a 'good boy'. I pray every day, asking for forgiveness-"
"Forgiveness for what?"
"For being... you know." He looks to the floor, clearly uncomfortable. I open my mouth to respond but he cuts me off. "Can we talk about something else please..?" he looks up at me, eyes glittering in the darkness. He's not angry, he's just not ready to talk about that yet. I understand.
"Course we can."
Fiddling with his fingers he walks along beside me. He lets his arm fall to the side and his hand brushes mine. My stomach dips in a way it never has done before; it catches me off guard, and before I know what I'm doing his hand is in mine, our fingers tightly entwined. I look at him and he's looking straight ahead, though I'm sure he's biting back a smile.
Thankful for the cold breeze against my face, I let it cool me down, the sudden flush of heat surprising me.
His hand feels incredible in mine, so warm and perfect. I don't remember the last time I held a man's hand. I don't remember the last time I felt something other than lust for a man.
"How far away is the restaurant?" he asks normally, breaking my reverie.
"Not far."
"Good," he says, "I'm starving!"
"You are?"
"Only a little bit, I can wait.." he mutters looking at the floor, embarrassed. My heart thumps faster and faster in my chest. I want to take him right here, in the middle of the street. Right now. I don't care, I just want him now!
"It's literally just around the corner here, look.." I say, taking him around the bend of the pavement and stopping in my tracks. "Oh.."
"Shit.." he murmurs, and we look straight ahead at the flashing lights of the police car and ambulance right outside the restaurant. I turn to him.
"That wasn't part of the plan." I tell him, "Honest."
"It's okay-"
"No it's not. I wanted to take you there."
"Well you'll just have to take me another night then, won't you?" He says, eyes twinkling up at me.
Another night? He wants to go out with me again after this? Get in there!
"Okay." I grin, my mood much improved. "Crap.. you're really hungry though, aren't you?"
"Not really.." he lies.
"Would you be offended if I buy you a bag of chips?"
"I would love some chips." Beaming up at me, he pulls my hand, leading me back to the path we'd just taken. "Come on then, where's the nearest chippy?"
...
We walk along the street together, walking in the middle of a quiet road looking up at the cloudless sky. The stars are all out and it's beautiful. He sticks the bag in front of my face, offering me the last chip.
"No, you have it." I say, feeling rather full.
"I think I'm going to explode.." he moans, holding his stomach.
"Well you did just eat nearly two and a half bags of chips."
"Only cos you made me!"
"You said you were hungry! I didn't want you to starve." Reaching out a hand, I place it on his stomach, gently rubbing.
He shakes his head, laughing at me.
"What?" I ask, and he bites back more laughter. "Stop laughing at me!" I whine, and while I have my mouth open he shoves in the last chip forcing me to shut up. Rolling my eyes I chew slowly, unimpressed.
"You're really annoying." I say once I've finished the chip. His response is just to smile innocently back at me.
There's a loud bang above us and we both jump simultaneously. A firework goes off, and then another one, it's blue and green sparkle lighting up the dark sky. More gold glitter fills the sky and we stare up at the fireworks. We stand there for a short while until it goes quiet again. Syed turns to me, his eyes sad.
"I should probably go home soon." He says, looking disappointed.
"Why..?"
He moves a little closer.
"Not because I want to, but because I've got a job interview tomorrow that I should probably go and prepare for.."
"Oh, okay. Yeah that's fine." I plaster on a fake smile, not wanting our night to be over yet. He walks back in the direction of his flat and I follow.
x
The gentle breeze sends a lock of his hair out of place; I brush it from his eyes. He stands close to me, so close I can feel the heat emitting from him, yet I know I can't push him; I respect him too much for that. Cupping his face with my hand, his shy eyes search for the floor. I carefully tilt his head upward, creating eye contact between us.
"Did you have fun tonight?" I ask, my voice incredibly husky.
"I did." He smiles. So carefree, as though he hasn't smiled like that in too long.
"Well I'm glad. Cos I had fun too."
His chocolate gaze warms me, and something inside builds up almost to breaking point. Lust pools tightly in my groin.
"What's up?" he asks, eyes concerned. I almost laugh at the irony of his question. I have to control myself. I think he can see the hunger in my eyes.. he moves away from me.
"No.." My command is a whisper and I place a hand on his back, pulling him to me. I inhale deeply, breathing in his warm scent. Just having him this close, it's painful.
"Christian-"
"I know. I won't pounce on you, promise." I tease.
He nods and I pull back slightly, taking in the beautiful boy standing so close to me. Those big brown orbs, that chiselled jaw coated in a fine layer of stubble that I just want to lick all over...
And his lips are on mine. For one magical second, his soft supple lips press warmth to my mouth, his soft hair brushing against my face in the breeze. And then he is gone, leaving my lips tingling with delight. His eyes smile at me as the moonlight dances off his golden skin.
"When can I see you again?" he says, pressing his lips together.
"Tomorrow?" I ask, still in a daze.
"Tomorrow sounds perfect."
"I'll call you, okay?"
He nods, and with one last lingering look and the touch of his fingers against mine, he disappears through his front door.