Syed and Christian had turned off their bedside lamps and settled in for a good night's sleep.

Oh God! Rich! Yes!

Syed's eyes opened. He'd been drowsing on his way to deep slumber. Aziz? Well a little youthful enthusiasm is to be expected. He grinned. Ball gags. Good God! What would Christian think of next? Perhaps two ball gags? Syed snorted in amusement. Might have been a wise precaution.

He shook his head and turned over to go back to sleep. He threw an arm over Christian's shoulder and snuggled into his husband's back. Christian sighed contentedly in his sleep, and an echoing sigh flowed from Syed. He was comfortably cuddling his man. His breathing slowed as sleep reached out for him.

Ow! Damn! Rich take it out! Take it out!

Brown eyes popped open. Aziz's voice. What was that? 'Rich take it out?' Syed blinked several times. Drowsy mental gears turned. 'Rich take it out?' Oh dear. The ball gag's in the wrong mouth! Syed snuffed out the porn vid his hindbrain offered, but it was too late. He shook with mirth. Stop! he told himself, You'll wake Christian! That just made it worse.

Syed carefully retrieved his arm and slid away from his sleeping partner, giggling silently. Christian shifted in his sleep. Sy pressed both hands firmly over his mouth. I will NOT laugh aloud! Silent mirth shook him, and a single tear flowed down his cheek. That's my bloody GRANDSON! It's NOT funny! But of course it was…

God! Rich! I can feel you!

An undignified snort escaped him, and he drew a reflexive breath. Oh shit! I'm going to lose it! Sy shoved himself face-first into a pillow as his body convulsed in hysterics.

…

"Sy?" Christian slurred, startled awake. Sy wasn't curled against him. Something's wrong. Christian shook his head rapidly and wiped his eyes into focus. "Sy?" No answer. The bed was vibrating. He could dimly make out Syed in the light from the digital clock. He was face down on his pillow, shaking violently. What? A seizure? Damn! Christian fought down panic, reaching for Sy's shoulder.

"Sy! Babe, are you okay?"

Syed reached out and patted Christian's shoulder. He turned toward his husband. "Yes!" he gasped out before covering his mouth again and collapsing into giggles.

Christian blinked in sleepy confusion. What? "Sy wha-"

Ritchie! Yes! Take me! Fuck me! God!

Sy's suppressed laughter redoubled. He clapped both hands over his mouth and tears streamed freely down his cheeks.

"Was that Aziz?" Christian asked.

Syed nodded emphatically. He moved his hands and gasped out "Gag" snicker! "wrong mouth!" before shaking helplessly in mirth again.

Christian looked at him oddly. 'Gag wrong mouth?' Blink. OH! Light dawned. Christian snorted and began giggling himself.

He hooked a thumb at the shared wall. "Our Zee? Versatile?" he whispered, chuckling.

Syed nodded rapidly.

"Good boy!" Christian whispered emphatically, grinning. He lay down next to Sy and took him in his arms. Sy gasped for breath and calmed a bit as his husband kissed his forehead and chortled.

Don't stop! Oh Rich!

They shared a look, grinning broadly. "You do realize that we're perving over our grandson?" Christian said. Sy nodded against his chest. "Yes! I'm sure it's a sin. I'll have to ask Allah for forgiveness. No worries, I'll ask for both of us."

"Well, that's a relief," Christian said, smiling down at Sy. He ran his thumb gently down his husband's cheek.

"Oh Christian. What have we done?" Syed asked.

"Made their lives a lot better than ours were love," he replied, continuing to caress Sy's stubble.

"True," Sy smiled up into Christian's eyes. "Good point."

Christian smiled back. "You know Sy-"

"Yeah, I do know," Sy's grin had an edge of mischief, "but tell me anyway. I like to hear you say it."

Christian raised a teasing eyebrow. "Well, since we're both awake and all…" His look turned lusty and he leaned toward Syed.

Sy met him halfway. Their lips parted and tongues long familiar to each another began a sensuous dance. Low lustful moans rumbled from both their throats, and their hands roamed one other's bodies slowly. Sy placed his palms on either side of his beloved's head and slowly ended the kiss. Christian whimpered quietly and opened his eyes as Sy pulled away. "Sorry love," Sy whispered.

"What can we do that won't hurt you?" Sy asked gently, looking into Christian's eyes.

Christian sighed. "Damned awkward this hip business. Hmmmm…" Something wicked blossomed in his husband's green eyes. The larger man grinned, as did Syed. "Well?" Sy asked, raising his brows in a sultry look. "Bottom drawer of my bedside table. Would you mind love?" Christian asked. "All right," Sy replied, still not sure what he had in mind. He started to get out of bed, but Christian touched his arm. "Not that way. Crawling over me is quicker," Christian remarked, giving Sy his best sexy look. They locked eyes. Christian saw Sy's pupils dilate slightly as his pulse jumped. He's still my man. Christian's heart skipped a beat. Even after all these years. Christian grinned. Sy was frozen in place, lost in his husband's smouldering gaze. Not bad Clarke. Not bad at all.

"Sy," he whispered gently, reaching out to stroke his hair. Syed blinked. "Sorry," he said in a husky voice. Christian pulled Sy in for a gentle kiss.

"Naughty Clarkey," Sy whispered, "You know what that look does to me."

"Yeah," Christian beamed. "Love it!" They both laughed and kissed again.

Syed gave his husband a look of his own as he began to crawl over him. I know what you're up to.

Christian smiled. Yeah. But you know you're going to like it.

True. Sy grinned broadly as he turned his head to look for the drawer in question. He was lying on his stomach across Christian's broad chest. His erection was pressed against his husband's right pectoral muscle.

He turned on the small table lamp, opened the drawer, and felt inside. Hmmm… He grinned. The sex toy collection.

At that moment, as expected, Christian began pulling his boxers down. "Mr Clarke?" Sy asked.

"Yes Mr Masood?" Sy felt his boxers slide off over his ankles.

"Which dildo were you hoping to impale me with?"

He felt Christian's strong hands massage his arse cheeks. "Sy, have I ever told you that you have a lovely arse?"

Syed chuckled and grinned. "I seem to recall you mentioned it once or twice, yes. But you didn't answer my question."

"Oh, sorry babe. The big one, of course."

Syed rolled his eyes in amusement. Of course. "Isn't that a bit… substantial, love?"

"Yes, and you love it you minx." Christian gave Sy's arse a small squeeze.

True, Sy thought. A shiver of anticipation passed through him. He retrieved the silicone toy and passed it and a bottle of lube to his husband.

"So, should I just lie here and await my fate?" Sy teased.

"No," Christian replied, planting a firm kiss on his lover's arse cheek, "tempting as it is to lance you where you lie, you should come back up here so we can do things properly."

Syed manoevered himself back onto the bed and straddled Christian's stomach, smiling down at him. "Your hip okay like this?" Sy asked, running his fingers through Christian's downy chest hair.

"Yeah, just fine." Christian put his hands on Syed's hips and gazed at him. Most of the hair on his chest and abs had gone grey along with much of his pubic hair. God, he was beautiful. Just the touch of him was enough to give Christian a throbbing erection. And he would love nothing better than to have Sy impale himself on it right now. Damn the hip. Should be up to it again in a fortnight. He consoled himself with lustful thoughts of what he would do instead…

He met Sy's fond gaze. "Sy, you are so gorgeous."

Syed opened his mouth, and Christian's green eyes were suddenly serious. The retort died unspoken.

Syed took a breath. "Thank you," he said, looking into Christian's now utterly adoring eyes. Sy smiled, feeling warm and loved. And very turned on…

Christian looked at the bed beside him and patted it with his hand. Syed shifted over to lie on his side facing Christian.

Sy smiled and leaned in to share a deep, loving kiss with his man. Their mouths parted and Christian began rubbing his nose gently up and down the sides of Syed's. "Hi there," the larger man whispered. "Hi," Sy answered, smiling broadly. Christian ran the fingers of his left hand through his husband's soft, wavy hair. His fingertips trailed down behind Sy's ear then traced the outline of his stubbled jaw.

Syed sighed in pleasure as his husband's fingers caressed his throat, passed between his pecs, and drew lazy circles in the soft hair of his chest. He stretched like a great, contented cat, his warm, brown eyes smiling into his lover's. Christian's fingers brushed close to Sy's right nipple, teasing the hairs that edged the aureole. Sy inhaled sharply, and his eyes narrowed. Christian smiled gently. He placed the tips of all five fingers in a ring just outside the aureole and gradually opened his hand. His nails moved outward, just grazing the skin. Sy gasped slightly. The fingers of Christian's right hand took over, softly teasing Sy's chest. He locked eyes with Syed and inserted the tip of his left index finger into his own mouth. Sy's breath became more ragged as his chest rose and fell. Their shared gaze smouldered.

Christian drew a moist fingertip from his lips. It made a languid, meandering line through the air toward his lover. Syed's umber eyes widened, but never left Christian's. A warm wetness touched the tip of Sy's nipple and traced gentle circles there. A warm shiver passed through him, and he gasped. The fingertip touched the aureole and began circling Sy's sensitive, erect nipple. Christian's open lips captured Syed's. Sy's long, low moan was caught amongst their joined tongues.

His fingers continued their ministrations as he drew back from their kiss. Syed's lips remained open, his eyes tightly shut, and his face was set in a look of intense pleasure. Christian lowered his face close to Sy's chest and blew gently on the wet nipple. The aureole and surrounding skin stood up in goose bumps as his husband's breath hissed between his teeth. Christian licked the nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Ah!" he heard.

He put his arms around his lover, drawing him close, then nuzzled his chest and suckled the dark brown nipple. Syed spasmed in Christian's arms as waves of pleasure flooded through him. Nothing turned Christian on more than the sounds his husband was making now. Desperate little gasping cries of ecstasy. Sy loved this feeling, and he so loved giving it to him. Christian never wanted it to stop. God I love you! he thought as the tang of Sy's nipple filled his mouth. He could feel his own erection throbbing as Sy's frenzied body moved in rhythm with his groans.

Time passed unheeded as Christian suckled and touched, leading his lover into bliss. Sy floated in a sea of erotic delight, intensely conscious of the breathtaking feelings pouring from his nipple. Christian! Lost to his surroundings as he was, he still knew who held him, who pleasured him, who loved him. Christian. No one else ever knew him—knew his body—this way. Made him feel this way.

He wasn't sure when the feeling changed. He floated, but the intense pleasure had subsided. Now he felt bliss. Somewhere far off Christian held him. Fingers gently stirred his hair, caressed his face, stroked his chest. Warm, glowing, loved—his favourite place.

Someone breathed in his ear, but he still floated. His name? Sy wasn't sure. He floated a bit more. Something warm and moist touched his cheek. Sound again. Sy. His name… Someone wanted him. But he was so comfortable, so happy. Sy. Yes, that was his name. Christian. Christian wants me. That was the talisman—the thought that could bring him back to shore. Christian.

Sy's eyes fluttered open. Christian stroked his greying hair and kissed his brow gently. Sy licked his lips. "Ah?" he whispered. Christian grinned and held his husband tight. Sy gave a sleepy half-smile back and blinked hazily. This had been part of their lovemaking for years. But Christian never tired of it. Never ceased to delight in it—how much Sy loved him and trusted him to be so vulnerable in his arms.

Christian touched his forehead to Sy's and looked deep into beautiful, mahogany eyes. "It's me gorgeous. It's your Christian," he whispered, grinning. Sy was foggy, but he knew his man. His sloppy smile grew to near-beaming. "Thank-" Sy licked his lips again. "Thank you…" He blinked. "Hus… band." His arms came up slowly and enfolded Christian. They held each other and sighed in pleasure.

"Say Sy?"

"Yes my love?"

"You back with me?"

Happy chuckle. "Mmmmm… Yes my love."

"I think we had something else in the plan, yeah?"

Seductive chuckle. "Yeah."

Their mouths met and joined, tongues entwining. Christian slid a hand through the downy hair on Sy's stomach to his half-erect cock. He stroked it firmly until he felt it harden and throb. His hand quested down to Syed's soft inner thighs, which spread themselves apart at his touch. His middle finger felt deeper until it found the soft, moist circle. He stroked it gently and Sy's back arched with a sudden gasp. They rejoined their kiss as the finger carefully inserted itself into Syed. Sy moaned into his husband's mouth. The finger gently moved in and out until it was joined by a second.

"Christian!" Sy whispered. "Yes."

Christian invaded Syed's ear with his tongue. Sy gasped and his muscles gripped his husband's fingers tightly. Christian moved them slowly deeper. "God!" Sy moaned. He added a third digit, whispering "I love you" close against Sy's ear. Sy's hands gripped his husband's broad shoulders and held them tight as Christian's fingers slipped deep inside him and moved there gently. It took his breath away.

He felt a twinge as a fourth finger joined its fellows in his entrance. His breath hissed in through his teeth, but Christian was careful. His lover was patient and gave him the time he needed to adjust to the feeling. A warm, moist tongue making love to his ear was a welcome distraction.

"Christian, please," he whispered shakily. "Please fuck me."

He heard Christian's throaty chuckle. The fingers withdrew, causing Sy to blow out his breath in release. Syed turned his head to smile into Christian's face. He caught his breath at the lust and desire he saw burning in his husband's eyes. That's for me. It still surprised him sometimes, even after all their years together. That he could stir such passion in such a god of a man. It was a warm, beautiful feeling that fluttered his heart. Christian's patient chiding had helped. Had made Sy hear and own, finally, that this was his. Syed's. And that he—mostly—deserved it. Deserved Christian's love and desire.

"Sy," Christian breathed as his mouth slid to Syed's earlobe and began sucking. Sy groaned.

Something soft and wet pressed itself against his entrance. Even relaxed as he was by Christian's fingers, this intrusion was large. "Ah!" he gasped as the flexible shaft entered him. Christian knew his man. He knew just when and how far Syed could take their largest toy. His patience was rewarded as Sy took the whole shaft inside of him, gasping in pleasure. His head fell back on the pillow and his fingers dug into Christian's back.

Christian withdrew the shaft to its tip, teased Syed by leaving it just inside of him for a few seconds, then pressed its full length back into him. "Wicked man!" Sy gasped out as his spine arched in pleasure. Soon Christian increased the tempo, fucking Syed hard and fast. Sy's body writhed in response, gasping and moaning in euphoria. Christian grasped Sy's erection and worked it up and down with his free hand. Sy's hips bucked in time with the shaft inside of him. Christian used all his skill to draw it out. To give Sy the most intense pleasure that he could.

Finally Syed's whole body tensed, and Christian gave one final deep thrust. "God!" His lover shivered and came. The orgasm shook Syed, and repeated gouts of semen spilled onto his stomach and chest until he collapsed back into Christian's arms, exhausted.

Christian leaned in and placed gentle kisses across Sy's forehead and cheeks. He ran his fingertips along the side of his husband's face. "Sy, that was beautiful." Syed smiled sleepily, and looked at Christian through half-lidded, adoring eyes. "Christian," he murmured, covering his lover's hand with his own and sighing in contentment.

Christian ran a finger through the semen on Syed's chest and licked the tip. He looked thoughtful and smacked his lips. "Yeah, definitely Syed. Good vintage!" Sy laughed and his eyes sparkled. "Maybe I should sample some," Syed said.

Christian drew his finger through another spot on Sy's chest and offered it to him, grinning.

"Not mine silly man. Yours," Sy answered with a sultry look.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Sy said, taking Christian's face between his hands and kissing him deeply. Syed could feel Christian's lust for him through their joined tongues. God, I could kiss him forever. They both lost themselves in it. Their lips finally parted, leaving them breathless and staring into each other's eyes.

"What was I saying?" Sy quipped.

"You!" Christian growled, smiling. "You're a cock tease Mr Masood."

"Oh yes! Your cock!" Sy said, as though it had slipped his mind. "You must have jostled my wits with that dildo. You were quite hard on an old man with that, eh?" Syed grinned.

"Was I?" Christian asked, raising a comic, skeptical brow. "I seem to recall it being, um, rather enthusiastically received. I've some few years of experience in the matter, after all. And you loved it you old wanker!" Christian mussed Sy's hair.

Sy's grin became slightly sheepish. His eyes twinkled. "Well, when you put it like that." He rubbed his nose against Christian's, smiling broadly. "Yes, I did!"

"Where were we again?" He asked mischievously, eyes smiling into his husband's.

"My cock," Christian replied in kind.

"Right!" Sy exclaimed, taking hold of the erection in question, and massaging it with an expert hand.

"Ah!" Christian exclaimed as the jolt from Sy's touch shivered through him.

"Better?" Syed asked.

Christian nodded, mouth open and wide-eyed with lust.

Sy grinned and shifted on the bed so that he could plant small kisses along the inside of Christian's left hip (carefully avoiding the surgical scars on the right). His hand continued to massage his husband's growing erection. Christian's breath caught in his throat repeatedly. He's not the only one with years of experience. Sy smiled to himself.

When his lover was fully erect (and moaning) Sy took as much of Christian in his mouth as he could. He'd never been as good with his gag reflex as Christian, but he made up for it with a skillful tongue. He loved the way he could make his husband feel. He was very good at it.

Sy had a particularly sexy look that involved running his tongue slowly along his upper lip. It stopped Christian dead in his tracks. Every time. Of course it was also an invitation to be tackled and ravished. But sometimes that was the point…

He took his time, and he was mindful of Christian's current handicap. Mustn't make him writhe too much. Let's use the direct approach. Sy gripped the base of Christian's cock with his right hand so that the whole erection was enclosed in either his mouth or his hand, and he started to move up and down the shaft. His tongue licked and caressed inside his mouth as he moved. He kept his left palm flat against Christian's hip to stop him from thrusting too much and hurting himself.

"Oh Sy! God you're brilliant!"

Syed smiled as he lovingly, methodically drove his husband crazy. Soon Christian was beyond all coherent comment, breathing hard and moaning.

Eventually Sy heard a familiar catch in Christian's breath and felt a shiver run through him. One last pass with his tongue and Christian's semen exploded into his mouth. He drank it down with relish as Christian's back arched in climax. "Sy!" he cried. Syed's heart warmed, knowing that at such a moment his was the name on Christian's lips. It invariably was, but he loved it. Always.

When he'd drunk Christian dry he shifted to lie face to face with him. His husband's eyes were closed, his face set in a look of semi-conscious bliss. Sy chuckled and smiled fondly at the man he loved. He ran the backs of his fingers down Christian's stubbled cheek and kissed him softly. His eyes fluttered open. "Eh?" he said. Then green eyes focused on brown, and Christian smiled, sleepily and lovingly. "Sy," he whispered, sighing. "That was wonderful, love. Thank you." Syed smiled back and kissed him again. "You're welcome. Handsome."

"Sleep?" Sy asked.

"Yeah."

Christian turned carefully onto his back and pulled the sheets over them both. Sy snuggled against him, his head lying in his favourite spot amongst the soft hairs on Christian's chest. He fell asleep in the way he loved best—listening to the steady, soothing beat of Christian's heart.

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Author's Note: Well, now that everyone has had a noisy, eventful night, we'll have to see what the morning brings. More to come... And remember, as another fanfic writer is fond of saying, "To writers reviews are like bribes. They keep us writing!"