This chapter is from Christian's POV. It took me a looooooong time to get it right. So I hope it works for you. This is the story of waht happens after Gotcha, so yeah, there's smut. Don't like, don't read ;-). Rhumba hun, you've been an angle with this one, love ya, MWAH!

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'Gotcha'

I can't help but laugh.

'Yeah, you have' I admit, taking his hand. And then I just go for it.

'Come back to mine' I hold my breath and wait for his answer.

'Ok'

That was minutes ago. Now I'm here, at home, waiting for him again. I can't believe it. I'd almost given up hope that this would ever happen. And to be honest, I'm still not entirely convinced he'll show up. I mean, I think he will… but I'm not sure.

These last couple of weeks have been hard. Seeing him every day, being near him. I was blind before, but now… Now, every time I see him, I see him. I see the person that he is, fun, kind, warm, loving.

I pour myself a drink to calm my nerves. It'll probably take him some time to get here, so I turn on the TV to distract myself. I flip through the channels, but am too restless to concentrate. So I just pick some sort of music clip channel thingy and only half look at it.

I'm not sure how I feel about this. The last time he was here… It was amazing. Mind-blowing sex, sure, but it was more than that. I don't mean to brag, but I've had some amazing sex before. But this… this was different. He touched something deep inside, stirred up some unfamiliar feelings. Feelings that scared me… but in a good way.

I hate that he pushes me away. I hate that he pushes me away, when all I want is to be near him, touch him, hold him. When I see his lovely hair, I want to stroke it. I want to feel the stubble on his cheeks, trace the curve of his lips with my thumb and press a kiss on the tip of his nose. I want to hold him in my arms again, squeezing him tight, kiss him like our lives depend on it. Whatever he is wearing, I just want to rip it off him, so I can feel his naked skin once more. I want to let my fingers, my mouth, my tongue explore him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. I want to make him scream my name, over and over, hear him moan and groan until he can't make another sound. I want him… And I know he wants me. I know he was so happy when he was in my arms. His body felt like it was made for mine. There is a connection between us, he felt it too, I'm sure of it!

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My life was going nowhere. I used to be all about having fun, enjoying the good things in life, moving on when I got bored. It was a good life and I don't regret it. I missed my family, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on at the time, but other than that, I was having a blast. I thought that would be enough for me. How could it not be? But then… I guess the best I can describe it, is to say it started to feel a bit… hollow. Empty. Meaningless. Sure, I still had fun sometimes, going out, dancing, picking up some new guy every other night. But most of the time, I just felt lonely. I could be in a club, surrounded by hundreds of people, and still feel like I was the only one there. Even when I was with my friends, I still felt alone.

That's when I decided to come here. It has been lovely having my sister and her family so close. I love those kids, Lucy especially, cheeky thing. Other than that, my life sort of continued as it was before. Although I kept my eyes open, trying to find someone to start something real with, something, I don't know… substantial. A relationship. So far, I haven't had much luck. Mostly I get bored after just one night and when I do find someone I like, they always manage to disappoint me in the end.

Than there is Roxy. She's a good mate. A bit self obsessed at times, but I love her really. I have to admit, when she asked me to raise Amy with her, I'd never been happier. That was something I thought I'd never have. When it fell through, well… It was tough.

And now, there's Syed. After a bit of a rocky start, we got along great. There was an instant connection there. I can't believe I was so blind that I didn't see it straight away. Now whenever I see him, my heart flutters in my chest. He is so bloody gorgeous, I struggle to keep my hands to myself. Now that I've seen what's underneath those clothes… That soft, smooth, slightly tanned skin. His slim hips and waist, flowing into that hot arse. His arms and legs, lean, but muscular. And the best thing about his body, the way it feels when it is pressed against mine.

I know he's struggling. Some of the things he is struggling with, I've struggled with myself. But there is more to it with him. It clearly has to do with his faith and his family. I can understand only part of it. He won't talk about it, but I can see his pain. I admit, sometimes I feel selfish, pushing him the way I do. Think that perhaps I should just let him be. But then… there is something in his eyes when he looks at me. Something that makes me think, that if I just open my arms and wrap them around him, he'll let me. It almost seems like he wants me to at times. Somehow, I can't bring myself to do it though. I'll try and trigger him, get in his space, force him to notice me, yes. But I need him to come to me. And now he says he will. So here I am, waiting.

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I've poured myself another drink. The music, was giving me a headache, so I turned it off. It's been about half an hour now. He could be here any minute. I feel sort of… nervous. I shake my head in exasperation. Get over yourself Christian! You can do this. You've done it hundreds of times before for fucks sake, this isn't any different. Except that it is of course. Everything is different. I care about him. A lot. And I think… I think there is a very good chance that that caring will develop into something more. But can it go anywhere? Will he push me away again tomorrow? I don't know. Part of me, the cowardly part, wants to just forget about the whole thing. But I can't. I can't. I see potential here that is worth fighting for. And a lot of fighting I'll have to do, I'm sure of that. But hey, I'm strong, I can handle it. I have to fight. If I give up now, I know I'll regret it. And anyway, giving up is not my style. So I'm not going to.

I hear a soft knock on my door. He's here. I can feel the relieve wash through me. I guess I was more worried than I thought. I get up, slowly walk towards the door and let him in. He looks… beautiful. Gorgeous. Hot. Just like he always does really. I'm already looking forward to slowly unbuttoning that checked shirt. Patience, I tell myself.

'Come in', I say and I watch him as he enters my flat. He seems nervous.

'Want something to drink?' I ask, as I walk towards the kitchen.

'Just some water thanks,' he answers.

When I walk back towards him, I notice that he hasn't moved. He is standing there, uncomfortable, doesn't know what do with himself.

'Please, sit down' I wave my arm to indicate the sofa. He sits down, on the edge of the seat. I repress a laugh.

'Just relax Sy, I'm not going to bite you'. Well not yet anyway. But I keep that part to myself for now. I need him to calm down a bit. He takes a sip of water, and then he settles himself into the couch. I've taken a seat next to him, careful not to get too close.

'So, did you talk to your mum? She calm down yet?'

'No, I… I called her on my way over here but she didn't answer. Left a message that I wouldn't be home for dinner. That I would probably be… late'. The implication of what he is saying is hanging in the air. I decide to let it pass. I'm trying to think of what to say next, a "safe" subject, but I keep coming up empty. The silence is getting a bit heavy, when he suddenly breaks it by clearing his throat. I look up. He has turned his head towards me and slightly tilted it in a questioning manner.

'So… are you going to kiss me anytime soon?'

Suddenly, my heart is in my throat. He looks startled, like he can't believe he really said that.

'Yeah… yeah, I think I might. D' you think now would be a good time then?' I ask him teasingly.

'I do' he says. He is being so serious, it is freakin' adorable. So I scooch over to him and lean in. I kiss him lightly on the lips, and then move back a bit.

'More?' I ask.

'Yes' he breathes. So I kiss him again, lingering a bit this time.

'More?' I repeat. He nods. I slip my hand behind his neck, and pull him in for a serious snog. I feel a bolt of electricity go through my body as I push my tongue into his mouth. With difficulty I pull back. I smile when I hear his little whimper. I press a tiny little kiss in his neck and then whisper in his ear:

'More?'

'Yes, yes, please…'

As I kiss him again, he crawls in so close, that he is almost sitting in my lap.

He is kissing me back fiercely, his hands slipping behind my back. I run my fingers through his hair. I love the feel of those silky strands running through my fingers. Blindly, I grope for the buttons on his shirt. I start opening them slowly, just like I planned it. He is naked underneath. I rip his shirt free from his waistband to open the last two buttons. I break away from our kiss to get rid of my own shirt. Just before I pull it over my head, I see him shrug his shirt off his shoulders. My arms are still in the air, pulling off my shirt, when he straddles my lap and pushes his naked chest against mine. God I've missed that feeling. Dropping my shirt carelessly on the floor, I wrap my arms tightly around him, relishing the feeling of his naked skin on mine. He groans and starts pressing urgent little kisses in my neck. I tilt my head, to give him free reign, while I focus on loosening his belt. As soon as I've succeeded, I move on to fumble with his jeans. I'm surprised when he suddenly pulls back and gets off my lap. But before I can get disappointed, I see he's just taking off his shoes and socks. When they're gone, he starts tugging impatiently at his jeans. He is clearly in a hurry. Not one to be left behind, I kick off my flip flops and push down my shorts. Should I just lose the pants now too, or… I look over and check to see what he is doing. Perfect timing, as he steps out of his tight black pants right at that moment, buck naked. I take only a second to take in that breathtaking view, before I quickly get rid of my own.

For a moment we hesitate. I don't know about him, but I, I just have to look at him. I thought I remembered every little detail, knew exactly how beautiful he really was. But the reality of seeing him, standing before me, is so much more intense. I seem to have lost my voice, so I try and tell him with my eyes how beautiful he looks. He looks… perfect. A hesitant smile forms on his lips. I hold out my hand. Silently, he takes it and places first his left, then his right knee on either side of my thighs. His naked buttocks resting on my thighs, his erection pressed up against mine. I slip my arms around his waist and reclaim his mouth. He has his hands on either side of my face. Then he lowers them, letting his arms rest on my shoulders.

He pulls back from our kiss and starts a trail of kisses, licks and soft little bites down my neck towards my chest. It feels like his hands, mouth, tongue and teeth touch every last spot on my chest. I love the way he tugs at my chest hair with his nimble fingers and his sharp, white teeth. He follows the trail of hair, all the way down, until he hovers over my quivering cock. Thoughtfully, he flips his leg back over my lap, so he is now kneeling next to me.

'You don't have to do this', I manage to say. But my cock seems to belie my words by making tiny little jerking movements towards his mouth. He ignores me. I close my eyes when I feel his hand on me. He pulls my cock back from my stomach and gives it a gentle stroke. I moan and fight to keep still. I feel a little flick of his tongue at the tip and my eyes fly open as I gasp for breath. He doesn't even notice, so focussed is he on his task. He starts exploring me with his tongue. First he laps at it, from the base to the tip. Then he takes it in as far as he can. I almost scream from the effort it takes me not to buck my hips into his mouth. As he keeps torturing me with his tongue, making up new moves as he goes along, I can't keep in the desperate guttural groans and I moan his name over and over again.

'Sy…'

His hand keeps up a steady rhythm, pumping up and down, while his mouth is around the tip. When I cannot control myself any longer, I yank him back by his hair and keep him at a safe distance.

'Not yet' I mutter, more to myself than to him, 'Not yet'.

After a few deep breaths, I manage to look up at him, my hand still clawed in his hair. He is panting slightly and has a bit of a smug look on his face. I pull him roughly by his hair, efficiently wiping that smug look off his face with a searing kiss. We kiss as long as our lungs can stand it, then we pull apart, both our chest heaving with panting breaths.

'I want to be inside you when I come' I say urgently, piercing his dark, soft eyes with mine.

He blinks and takes a deep breath.

'Yes' he agrees, and he moves to get up.

I stop him by gripping his waist. He looks confused. I smile reassuringly, and kiss him lightly. Then I raise my hand and hold out two fingers, touching them against his lips. Immediately, he sucks them in. He looks at me with those huge eyes of his, while he wets my fingers with his tongue. It is such an erotic sight, that I can feel the sensation going right to my groin. I stare at him, mesmerized, until he releases my fingers with a little pop. At once I replace my fingers with my tongue as I kiss him hungrily. Meanwhile, I lower my hand behind him to press a wet finger against his arse. Slowly, I push in, adding a second finger when the first is halfway in. He grimaces a bit, but doesn't pull back, so I start to gently prepare him with my fingers. I'm worried that I can't hold out much longer.

'Sy, you ready?' I ask uncertainly. But he just smiles at me and nods.

'Come here than', I order. I cup his arse and lift him up a bit. I take my cock in a firm grip, and align myself with his arse.

'Good,' I breathe, 'Now, lower yourself on me, guide me along'.

And he does. He makes to thrust himself down, but I grip his hips and tell him to go slow.

'Yes… O god yes, that's it… sloooooooooowly' I moan.

He takes his time. He feels so unbelievably tight that I worry I might be hurting him. But the look on his face is one of concentration, not pain. In order to keep myself still, I bite my lower lip, hard.

He looks entranced, so concentrated, his eyes closed, his lips slightly opened. I could get addicted to the sight of him. I feel a little pang as I realize that I don't know if I'll ever see him like this again. So, just in case, I look… and look… and look some more. When I'm all the way inside him, he lets out a triumphant little cry and opens his eyes. I thought he looked beautiful before, but those eyes… They get me every time. When I start to move my hips, he gives me a startled look.

'Go with it' I tell him.

Tentatively, he moves his hips back and forth. I can tell the moment the angle is just right. I steady his hips and lift myself up, thrusting into him, brushing up against his prostate with each thrust. He starts moaning, giving me encouraging little cries. I thrust up, hard, deep, fast. My muscles are straining but it's like my hips are moving by themselves. I thrust up higher, deeper, faster. His constant little moans sort of string together, almost making it sound like he's humming. I have to take a break, my muscles are screaming with the strain. At first, he gives me little disappointed look. But then he starts to move his own hips, quickly getting into a kind of trance. The feeling of him, riding me, is brilliant. So brilliant in fact, that I won't be able to control myself much longer.

'Sy… wait… slow down' I gasp. But he shakes his head and picks up the pace. I give in, taking his cock in my hand, stroking it forcefully. He widens his eyes, now alternating between pushing himself down on me and then pushing himself into my hand.

'Oh god Sy… I'm gonna… I'm….'

And then my orgasm hits me like a hurricane, ripping a scream from my body. For a moment, all goes dark around me, all I can do is feel. Feel him move himself up and down a few more times, until his muscles clamp down around my spent cock.

'Christian' he cries, as I feel his body being ripped by his orgasm. I let us fall to the side, stretching out on the length of the sofa.

We lay on our sides, facing each other, as close as we can get. We are a perfect fit. My chin is resting on his head. We hold hands between our bodies, while we have the other arm wrapped around each others waist. Our breath making our chests rise and fall at the same pace. Our hearts, beating together, following the same rhythm.

Mine, I think. I concentrate on every part of me that is touching a part of him. I breathe in our mingled scents. Mine, I think again. And with a satisfied little sigh, I press a kiss on the top of his head, while I gently squeeze his hand. Mine, I decide.

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