"What happened to watching a film?" I mumble into his mouth, finger drawing lazy patterns at the nape of his neck as we lay on the length of the cream sofa.
"I don't know..." he says, licentious gaze causing my stomach to tighten.
I love seeing him like this; eyes lustful, lips kiss bruised, cheeks beautifully flushed. My hand cups around his face, thumb stroking at his slight stubble.
"Do you not want to watch it anymore?" I say, lips ghosting over the warm skin of his neck. Shivering deliciously next to me he shakes his head. "No? Then what do you suggest we do?"
"Not sure." He says with a shrug, all trace of innocence lost with the curve of his lip trapped under perfect white teeth.
"You working tomorrow?"
"No, why?" he looks suspicious of me, a slight frown on his flawless face... fucking sexy as hell.
"I just wondered if you wanted to stay over?" I ask, eyes carefully fixed on him.
"What... the whole night?"
"If you want."
Holding my breath, time seems to halt to a standstill as he looks at me and I patiently await his response. Deep brown eyes reach mine again, and my tongue edges out of my mouth to capture his lingering taste on my greedy lips. Was it too soon to ask? Oh I don't know... I'm fucking stupid. I just want him here with me, the whole night. Not fucking him the whole night, that's not what I meant. But what exactly does 'spending the night' suggest to him? Oh shit...
"I didn't mean like that!" The words spill out quickly, but honestly, and my face must be a bloody picture as the sofa we lay on starts to shake beneath us under his barely hidden laughter.
"Yeah, okay." Sy says once he finally regains control of his fits of giggles. What's so bloody funny?
"You will...?"
A roll of the eyes and his lips are on mine, tongue leisurely slipping in and out with so much skill I wonder where he possibly learnt it from. Arms reach around my back and gentle fingers play with the soft tufts of hair at the nape of my neck.
"Christian..?" he whispers into my mouth, teeth nibbling at my lower lip...
"Yeeeah?" I whisper back, in the same drawn out voice.
"I don't have a toothbrush."
"I've got a spare in the cupboard."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He captures my lips with his, this time a little more forcefully I think, or maybe I just imagine it... No, definitely more forcefully.
"Christian..?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't have spare clothes."
"Borrow mine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He's bloody loving this game. And he bloody loves teasing me! Does he even know where his hand is right now?
"Christian..?"
"What now?" I laugh, and then groan as his hand wanders lower.
"... I want you."
This time he's not joking.. I'm barely conscious of anything but our lips gliding over each other, so fucking warm... Hands on my back, slipping under my shirt, fingers digging in tight...
"Sy..." I whisper, looking at the flushed skin of his neck. His eyes open and meet my gaze, his chest heaving as he takes in heavy breaths. There's something about this that feels different, totally different.
"I'll... get the film."
Releasing my body from his iron grasp I make it off the sofa – just about. Bloody hell he's pulling out all the stops tonight. Mind racing, I calmly – as calmly as is possible in this situation – tell myself that he's getting caught up in the heat of the moment. There's nothing I want less than for him to end up regretting it if something did happen, which it won't; not until he's ready.
I almost laugh at the absurdity of it all... me, Christian Clarke waiting to have sex with someone. Not just waiting, putting off! Maybe there's something wrong with me, I don't know.
Kneeling by the DVD player I put in what we got from the store – some comedy thing, to be honest I don't think we really even looked at it. Well I didn't. I was too busy looking at his face like some loved up teenager. Jesus.
"Do you want pop corn?" I ask over my shoulder, not daring to look at him for risk of losing my loosely held control.
"Yeah, alright."
Getting up I move to go to the kitchen, but he's already there.
"Where is it?"
Moving around the kitchen he looks so comfortable, so at ease with himself. Eyes rest firmly on his body, his arms, the way they're perfectly toned and wrapped in gorgeous, golden skin. He really does have a nice body, nicest I've seen in a long time. He's not huge and muscley and ripped to perfection, but he doesn't have to be. With risk of sounding incredibly cliché... he's perfect just the way he is.
Sighing without meaning to, I notice his eyes staring at me. Crap did he ask me something?
"Sorry?"
"Pop corn..."
"Oh, top cupboard to the right."
He grabs it with a smile on his lips.
...
"You actually enjoying this?" Murmuring into his ear, stroking the hair from his eyes... we started off in a sensible no-touching distance, but somehow he ended up lying in front of me and I just sort of somehow ended up spooning him... damn it.
"...well, it's er... y' know..."
"Crap?"
Laughing he pushes himself back, hair brushing my face...
"A little."
Mm he smells good.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologise! It was both of us who chose the film."
"Well actually you chose the film, I wasn't paying much attention."
"And why's that?"
Rolling his head back he looks at me, studying my face with careful eyes.
"Too busy looking somewhere else."
He grins, a beautiful, breathtaking grin and I can't help but kiss him – how could I not? With those big brown eyes practically pleading with me to kiss him, to stroke my tongue along his, to tickle that spot on his neck with my finger just the way he likes it...
Quietly panting next to me there's something in his eyes that change, as if something's finally snapped and he's lost all sense of control. Gripping his fingers tighter into the cotton of my shirt he closes his eyes, pressing his body flush against mine.
"Christian, please..."
There's no denying the pent up lust that's thick in his voice. I grip the cushion that's underneath his head tight with my hand.
"Sy you're making this so hard for me.." I tell him gently, all the while internally ripping in half. I swear this will be impossible to turn away from. I can't not have him, I bloody need him, and not just because my cock needs it... I need it.
I feel him laugh next to me. Cheeky sod.
"I know." He says, brightly.
"It's not funny, alright!" I say, although can't help but laugh along with him. Well if he's joking then he's clearly comfortable... Opening my eyes to look at him the mood changes again, all too quickly. He's so fucking gorgeous I just don't know what to do with myself.
Taking a deep breath he takes my hand in his and slowly drags it down over his chest, lower.. lower...
My fingers make quick work of the zip and button, removing that easy obstacle.
"Sy, are you sure you-"
But before I can finish he pushes my hand down underneath the denim of his jeans, my hand cupping his warmth and leaving him a trembling mess.
"Fuck.." he quietly curses, eyes closed. I want him so much, so much more than I've ever wanted anyone else.
My thumb strokes over the fabric of his boxers and along the rigid line of his cock. He arches in to my body, totally under my control. Removing my hand from his trousers he moans in helpless frustration, eyes snapping open to reveal the darkest shade of brown I've ever seen them.
"Come with me.." I murmur into kiss swollen lips, taking his hand and lifting him from the sofa. We turn off the TV and he laughs as I, in the stupid worked up state that I'm in, can't seem to find the right button on the remote. Well he finds it hilarious and helps me before flinging the remote to the sofa and practically dragging me to the bed. When we reach it and he's stopped laughing I tell him to lie down, hands gently pushing his hips.
"Please?"
I stop momentarily, taken aback by his teasing tone as he stands there looking up at me...
"Please."
His eyes flash me a smile and he sits, pushing himself into the centre of the bed, his golden skin beautifully radiant next to the deep red sheets of my duvet. Standing still for a moment my eyes linger on his lithe body, watch the way he lays down, the way his eyes slowly drift shut, the way his chest moves up and down from deep breaths; it takes me all the strength I have to refrain myself from tearing off his clothes right there and then. I crawl up the bed until my body rests just above his, his lips a mere breath from mine.
Smiling eyes meet mine as they gaze down at the beautiful man below me, his features illuminated by the faint glow from the window.
"You sure about this?" I ask, hand resting on his hip. "Tell me now, Syed. I don't want to do this if you're not ready for it."
"I'm positive." He says with a smile, hands finding the bottom of my shirt by my waist. "D'you need this on?" He asks, eyes wide with feigned innocence. Laughing, I realise I haven't had this much fun whilst on the 'pre-sex' stage with anyone before.
"S'pose not.."
"Just gets in the way really." And with a gentle tug he lifts the shirt up and over my head, the static causing my hair to misbehave and stick out in various different directions, but he tames it with gentle fingers.
"I mean it Sy, just tell me to stop and I-" lips on mine, teeth on lips... okay that's one way to shut me up. If he's going to play this game, I might as well join him. "Well if my shirt is going I think yours will definitely have to."
"You think?"
"Oh yeah."
I press a small kiss to the hollow of his cheek, running my lips over the delectable stubble. Fingers make work of the buttons of his shirt, and they slowly undo them, one by one. Warm, silky smooth skin is revealed to my hungry eyes inch by inch, a slight dusting of dark hairs covering his toned stomach.
"Mmm, you're beautiful, you know that?"
He rolls his eyes, not even for a second believing what I say.
"Hey..." I tilt his chin up with gentle fingers so he meets my gaze, "Syed I mean it, you're gorgeous." I stare into his eyes for as long as I can before I have to move them away, and instead focus on taking this god damn shirt off of him. He sits up and helps me with the last button, our fingers brushing as we undo it together, and let it slip effortlessly off his arms. Throwing it carelessly to the floor I lean back over him, pushing him back into the mattress. Our lips touch, warm and slow, tentative but sure. I feel his thumb rub gentle circles at the dip of my spine and slip into the back of my jeans. I press my groin closer to his, emitting a sensual moan from both of us. Fuck I can tell this is going to be good. I don't even know what it is we're going to do, but fuck... what he's doing right now with his tongue on my neck is probably enough to push me over the edge.
Fingers glide down his arms and over his sides and he laughs into my ear, squirming under the barely-there touch of my fingertips. I learnt that he was ticklish the other day when we were cooking dinner, I just stroked his neck in a 'I'm your boyfriend and I want to stroke your neck' kind of way and he went crazy. Well now of course I use it to my advantage. When I stop his entire body shivers underneath me and his fingers grip tight at my jeans. God I love him when he's turned on...
It's been pretty calm so far, no ripping or tearing at clothes, no rushed kisses or methods of quick relief... pretty different from what I'm used to, but he seems to be enjoying himself and god so am I.
Short bursts of breath tickle at my ear and they get faster and faster, hips pressing harder into mine, hands gripping my shoulders, neck, hair... anywhere they can find.
I look at his flushed face, his soft pink lips, his gorgeous nose that I just want to press a million tiny kisses to... I need him before I bloody explode. Bare skin on skin feels amazing, his chest pressed against mine as we breathe together, sharing slow, sensual kisses; tongues playing, teasing.. teeth nipping, biting...
Before my breath can catch from our endless kisses he slips a hand into my jeans, rubbing me through the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Sy.."
"Yeah?"
Stop teasing... fuck just move a little to the right...
"I need.." breathless.. the words don't come out.
"What do you need, Christian?" nibbling on my ear he's doing a bloody good job of undoing me slowly, taking me apart bit by bit... taking control. I can't do this...
"Sy, please.." My voice is so desperate it sounds oddly unfamiliar to me. I need him, I actually need him.
"On your back," he whispers in command, and my body obliges without a second thought, rolling onto the cool surface of the untouched duvet. Eyes closed I reach my arms to him as he climbs on top of me.
He takes his time getting acquainted with my body, spending a particular amount of time peppering kisses to the skin just above my waist line, fucking tease. But then he's up by my neck again and leaves me trembling, unashamed keens falling quick and fast from my parted lips.
My back arches impatiently, hips pressing up in a desperate bid for attention.
"Someone's needy." He murmurs, taking a painfully long time to kiss his way back down and unclasp my belt buckle.
What I had in my head about how our first time would go... well this is nothing like I imagined. It's strange and unfamiliar, I'm not in my usual place of authority, he's got as much control as I have, if not more. He seems so sure of himself, not the quiet unreserved boy I thought he'd be... A relaxed, warm gaze flicks up to meet mine as he continues with the kisses to my skin, making it burn like fire beneath the smooth, delicate lips.