Chapter 16

Eight months later.

Syed closed the door of his new flat. He had rung James that day and got Christian's new address. He got on the train and an hour later he was standing outside Christian's door. His heart hammering with the anticipation of finally seeing him again, Syed rang the bell. He could see Christian coming through the glass and then he was there, every glorious inch of him.

"Syed! What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you. Are you gonna invite me in?"

"Yeah, sorry, of course, come in. How are you? You look good."

"Yeah I'm good."

They were awkward, neither of them quite knowing how to be with one another.

"Sit down Si, do you want a coffee?"

"Yeah thanks…Christian, I wanted to say thanks for coming that day…I…"

"No problem, I'm glad I did." Christian swiftly changed the subject. "So how are Amira and your family?"

Christian had his back to Syed busy making coffee. Syed couldn't stand it any longer. He'd thought about this moment every day as his body had slowly healed. He hadn't come here for small talk. He got up and stood with his back to the counter, next to Christian. They looked at each other, each of them studying the other, holding each other's gaze.

"I haven't seen Amira since I left the hospital and my family are okay… last time I spoke with them. They know what I am and they still speak to me. It's the best I could hope for." He looked hard at Christian, seeing if he got it, if he understood. Then shaking his head he said,

"I've missed you Christian, why didn't you come?"

"I thought you were where you wanted to be with the people you love, I didn't want to disturb that any more."

"Didn't you hear me that day?"

"We all say things under that kind of stress. I don't want to hold you to anything."

"Christian this is where I want to be. I told you then and I meant it. "

Syed reached out, caught Christian's hand and held it against his chest.

"You feel that? That's yours. I give it to you if you want it. Do you still want me?"

Christian groaned and closed his eyes.

"Syed..."

"Show me then, come here, I need to touch you."

Syed pulled Christian so they were now facing each other and they could feel the hardness of each other. Syed reached up and pulled Christian's head down to his. They stood foreheads touching, chests heaving and then they were kissing with such an intense hunger between them, bruising each others mouths, bodies crying out with their need for this contact , after so long . Syed pulled away and let his head fall back as Christian kissed his neck, licking him so Syed felt his whole body shiver with desire. They kissed again, tongues exploring, invading each other. Christian holding Syed's head, Syed running his hands over Christian's back. Christian pulled away abruptly, he took his shirt off and then helped Syed, pulling his t shirt up over his head. He turned Syed around so he was facing the counter and then he kissed the back of Syed's neck, slowly running his lips and then his tongue along Syed's collar bone, running his hands down Syed's tightly muscled arms pressing his hard cock against Syed's backside, pushing against him until he felt himself leaking with his need for him

"Sy, lets go to bed."

"No stay here, just fuck me Christian."

Syed pulled Christian's hand to where he was aching to be touched and Christian undid his trousers with a practiced quickness, pulling them down and then opening his own, so Syed suddenly felt Christian's hard flesh against him.

"Christian" Syed was desperate to feel him. "Do it now."

Christian was rubbing his saliva between Syed's buttocks, bending him over the counter and Syed opened his legs, allowing himself to let go of tension so that Christian could enter him. Syed cried out with the pain of it and Christian pushed and then it was easy, his body opened like a flower and he pushed back against Christian and the pain was just a dull ache mixed with a sweetness that was building until he thought he would explode with the joy of it. Christian began thrusting deeper, with long steady strokes, one hand in Syed's hair the other on Syed's stomach, stroking lower. He pulled Syed's hand down saying,

"Go on, touch yourself Sy, make yourself come."

Then he held Syed's hand in place, making him rub up and down and thrusting into him at the same time until Syed was moaning and crying out, coming in wave after wave, the force of it making his whole body shake and jerk, Christian calling out as he came inside him, until Syed felt he wasn't sure where he ended and Christian began, he was so open to his lover, so suffused with his being. Christian bent and laid his stomach against Syed's back, staying in him and on him, not wanting to disconnect. He pushed a few more wet, slow thrusts, making Syed feel him, Syed still noisy with every push. Eventually they felt cold and sliding out of Syed, Christian led him to the bed. They got under the covers and faced one another. Syed put his hand up to the face of the man he loved, pulling him in to kiss him some more and feeling himself stiffen again with desire. They kissed long and slow, savoring the feel of each others lips, wet cocks against each others stomachs. Syed rolled them both over so he lay on top of Christian still kissing him, feeling himself quicken again with lust for his man.

"I missed you."

"Are you going to stay this time?"

"Christian I love you; I'm tired of fighting it."

"Good. Come here."