Chapter 4 – Syed v. Christian

"Get out now!" Syed shrieked, pushing a naked Christian out of the bathroom before slamming the door in his face.

"Syed, I'm going to report you for committing a criminal act", Christian shouted through the closed door, pulling on his comfy dressing gown and flopping down onto the sofa. A few seconds later, he was grinning smugly as the bathroom door abruptly opened and a wet Syed, his hair dripping onto the carpet, appeared.

"You really are desperate, aren't you?" Syed mocked.

"Yeah, because I was the one that had my hand on your thigh last night", Christian replied, dryly, resisting the urge to turn around and look at Syed. His resolve was already collapsing like a badly made soufflé…Syed, wet and naked…well it wouldn't take Einstein to predict the end result…why couldn't I have a boyfriend that looked like Ian Beale, Christian thought miserably, before being horrified at the visuals that flashed through his mind…if there was one thing that would surely diminish his rampant sex drive it would be the thought of his sister's husband naked…he quickly erased it from his mind, he wanted to win the battle, not destroy his innocence forever.

"I did not" Syed replied crossly. He shivered slightly in the chill of the flat, suddenly remembering that he was completely naked and standing in a doorway.

"Even in your sleep you can't resist me, Sy", Christian concluded matter-of-factly, the arrogant tone in his voice infuriating Syed.

"It's nothing to do with that. I'm restless. It's all this stress, with your mother's disastrous visit, my mother…"

Christian stood up and walked over to Syed. Suspecting an ambush move, Syed backed away from the door, grabbed a towel and hastily wrapped it around his slim waist.

Christian pulled Syed close. "You know I can help you with that, if you like. I'm good at dealing with stress"

"Go away", Syed hissed indignantly, pushing him away and shutting the door in his face.

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"Christian, do you like my new jeans? I brought them this morning. They're skinny jeans", Syed asked innocently, fluttering his long eye lashes.

Christian knew a ruse when he saw one, Syed was always so obvious, but he decided he would have some fun and play along.

"They're okay", he replied casually, his voice hitching slightly as he took in the sight of his boyfriend's body in those tight jeans. He hid the sharp intake of breath with a small cough.

"What?" Syed replied mischievously.

"I'm going out". Christian stalked out of the flat, leaving Syed laughing behind him.

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"It is war, Rox", Christian vowed, taking a mouthful of cold beer.

"Christian, you can't even last a day without sex, do you really think you will be able to resist Syed for a week?" she questioned him incredulously.

"In case you haven't forgotten I've already been without sex for a few days. I've been ill remember and then there was the visit by my dragon of a mother-"

"Christian, you had no choice then. Sorry mate, but your sex drive is higher than mine and if I don't get some soon, I'll be looking at Ian Beale suggestively", she shivered, pulling a face.

Christian shuddered, the conversation bringing to mind the disturbing visuals from earlier that day.

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Christian opened the door, unprepared for the scene that would welcome him home. Lying on the bed, entirely naked, Syed licked his lips slowly, his eyes flitting seductively over Christian's body.

"You git", Christian uttered, hurriedly shedding his clothes as Syed smiled triumphantly.

Almost immediately they were a mass of tangled limbs, kissing fiercely, the bed creaking as Christian maneuvered Syed underneath him, his thighs pinning him down onto the bed…

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"Let's never do that again", Syed whispered, attempting to recover his composure, his skin hot and flushed and his dump hair stuck to his face.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me. This little trick got you what you wanted…me, in you"

Syed slapped Christian on the arm. "You can be so uncouth sometimes"