After not writing any more of this story for over a year I suddenly decided to continue it. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it in due course, and there certainly won't have to be another year long wait for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
When Syed awoke it took him a while to realise where he was. The smell of a different washing powder on the bed sheets and a wardrobe being in his line of sight instead of his chest of drawers left him confused. That was until he felt the warmth of another body next to him, and he remembered that he was in Christian's bed.
He rolled over to look at the man beside him, breathing gently and still sound asleep. Leaning across Christian to look at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he placed a tender kiss on his shoulder and smiled. It was nine o'clock and they'd had a mere five hours sleep, having spent the night making love, exploring each other's bodies. Syed couldn't remember a time when he'd felt more sated. Never had a man known exactly how to touch him. Identified the precise area of thigh to suck and tease with teeth to make Syed shiver with delight. Known the exact speed and strength at which to move his mouth over Syed's cock that would make him explode. But Christian had known all of that and more, instinctively.
Lying back down, he slowly ran his fingers over Christian's back and pressed his body against him, feeling the heat of Christian's arse against his groin, making his cock harden more than it was already. He draped his arm over Christian's body and continued the movement of his fingers, with each stroke getting increasingly close to the other man's groin. Syed let out a sigh of lust as he felt Christian's arousal, slowly pumping his first around it as he remembered how it had felt inside him.
Christian had been gentle at first. Syed normally cringed when he thought of someone being 'gentle' with him during sex, but that's exactly how Christian had been. Worried that Syed still had a small niggle of doubt about Christian's commitment to him, he'd not wanted it to seem like another meaningless one night stand. He'd wanted to take his time, making sure Syed knew how much it meant to him, how he wanted more than a quick release. He'd wanted to enjoy Syed in every way that he could.
After their first cum together, they'd lain beside each other, looking deep into each other's eyes and smiling with satisfaction. No words were needed. They'd both known what the other was thinking. And then Christian had whispered in Syed's ear that he was hard again, and that he wanted to pound him this time, give him the hardest and most intense cum that he'd ever experienced. And so that's how they'd spent the rest of their night, with their bodies close, moving against each other in the most blissful way.
Christian moaned in pleasure as Syed continued to grind his hips gently against his arse. Syed nipped at his shoulder and Christian turned around, putting his hand behind Syed's neck and drawing him into a passionate kiss.
"Morning handsome," Christian's voice was gruff and sexy.
"Hey," Syed smiled and stroked Christian's cheek.
Christian rubbed his eyes and laughed to himself, reliving the memories of the previous night. "Wow. You really are quite something, aren't you?"
"As are you," Syed replied cheekily.
"God, Syed. Last night was just," he paused to find the right word. "Incredible."
Syed closed his eyes, remembering the pleasure he had felt.
"It really was. Do we have to get up? Can we not just stay in bed and…"Syed's hand snaked down and returned to its previous position, grasping hold of Christian's cock.
"Afraid not stud," Christian sighed and squirmed with desire. "I've got to be at the gym by one."
Syed pouted it protest, hoping it would entice Christian into staying in bed with him for the rest of the day.
"That face will not work with me, Mr. Masood." Christian pulled a mock-stern expression. "I tell you what… Why don't we go and have breakfast now," a thought struck him. "I'll get the cafetière out!"
"Ooh, I am special then!"
"You know you are." Christian placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "We can have some breakfast, watch a bit of telly together, I'll head off to the gym, and then you can be here waiting for me when I get back. Naked on my bed. Waiting. Ready to be fucked hard again."
"Sounds good to me…" Syed rolled on top of Christian and ardently kissed him.
x-CS-x
The aroma of brewing coffee filled the kitchen as Syed sat at the breakfast bar, watching Christian wander around the kitchen, looking in the fridge and cupboards for something for them to eat. Completely naked, except for a pair of tight black boxers resting low on his hips, Syed watched Christian as he took a box of eggs from the fridge, turned around and cheekily suggested a fried egg sandwich.
"Sounds perfect," Syed smiled. "Can I plunge yet?" he indicated toward the cafetière.
"Naughty." Christian winked. "Go for it, stud."
They ate their breakfast together, with the relaxing music of Rufus Wainwright playing in the background, stopping occasionally to just look at each other and recall the glorious memories of the previous night. Of course it was far too early to talk about love, but there was certainly something there, and it made Syed feel warm inside.
"Have you got any good books?" Syed asked suddenly as he put his egg sandwich down.
Christian used to thumb to wipe some sauce from Syed's lip, licking it off suggestively as he replied.
"Depends what your definition of good is. I've got a couple of vintage classics that you might like, a bit of Bond. I might even have Oliver Twist somewhere. Why?"
"Dickens, hey? I bet you haven't even opened it." Christian looked incredulous, to which Syed laughed. "I just like to read, okay? You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me."
"C. S. Lewis." Christian said quietly.
"Oh! So you do read then? Aww, have you got The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe?" Syed's cheeky grin faded when he noticed Christian's blank expression.
"Look, I think I've made a mistake." Christian hung his head.
It took Syed a moment to register what Christian had just said.
"No…" Syed shook his head disbelievingly. "But you said."
"I know what I said, and I thought I meant it. But I don't. I'm sorry Syed, but I just can't do this. I think you should leave."
"But you told me that I could trust you, that I would be more than another one night stand. Or is that part of the infamous Christian Clarke spiel? I'm no different to the rest of them, am I?"
"Just leave, Syed. Please." Tears were brimming in Christian's eyes.
"Stop with the crocodile tears, Christian. Why couldn't you just be honest? You wanted a fuck. You've got one. And now you've done exactly what you wanted with me. I'm just another dispensable bloke."
Syed calmly went upstairs to the bedroom, still not quite believing what Christian had just said, and quickly dressed as he heard Christian following him.
He put a hand up before Christian could speak again, not stopping when the other man tried to hold him back as he left the room.
"I don't want to hear it Christian. I really don't. You've got what you wanted, so just leave me alone from now on, okay?"
Syed walked down the stairs, with Christian closely behind, and turned around at the front door.
"I really thought we could have something."
Christian took a step towards him.
"Just don't, Christian."
x-CS-x
Christian put his head in his hands as Syed left.
"But, you don't understand."
Apologies for the angst! And as ever, feedback would be wonderful!