This chapter starts where the previous one ended. We're back to Syed's POV.

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'Talk to me'

I can feel his chest vibrate as he speaks. We've been quietly lying here for what feels like ages and yet is not nearly long enough. I want to never leave this place. I'm absorbing it all for future reference. The way he feels when I let my fingers explore every part of him, the way he smells after we've just had sex, the way he sounds when he says my name, the way he tastes as I lick and bite the tender skin of his neck. And now, what it is like to be this close to him. I feel like I am lost in him and he is lost in me. It's a wonderfully strange and amazing feeling.

'About what?' I reluctantly reply.

'Tell me something about yourself'

I bury my face further into his chest and sigh. He responds by kissing me on top of my head and nuzzling my hair.

'What do you want to know?'

'Anything…'

'I'm an Aries, how's that?' I try.

He smiles.

'It's a start. Now tell me something real. Something important'

'Like what?'

He hesitates.

'Tell me… about your first time'.

That was unexpected. I feel myself stiffen in his arms and before I know it, my lips have formed an instinctive response.

'No!'

He squeezes my hand and starts gently stroking my hair with the other. The feel of his fingers and his hot breath in my hair is strangely soothing. I can already feel my body relaxing.

'It's ok Sy. Please?'

He starts to gently massage my scalp with his nimble fingers. The man is truly irresistible. Not fair, I think.

'It was before I came here. Before I was reunited with… them again', I start. I close my eyes and hide my face against his chest. I try and snuggle even closer, needing to feel his warmth while I tell this story.

I had been out with some colleagues when I first saw that club. Someone suggested we go in, but that suggestion was shot down as it was apparently 'one of those gay clubs'. We laughed it off and went somewhere else.

The next night, I gathered up all my courage and went back. I felt like a criminal, looking over my shoulder, making sure no one saw me. Once inside, I tried to make myself inconspicuous, blending in. After about 30 minutes, I finally dared to look around. The place was packed. The atmosphere hot and humid, the music loud and thumping. It was all a bit much. All the people, gyrating their bodies to the beat, blurred into one big constantly moving blurry shape. I could not discern any of the faces. Suddenly someone thrust a beer into my hands.

'You look like you could do with a drink', he said.

For a moment I just stood there, startled. I looked at him. He was kind of cute, blond, tallish. I gave him back the beer.

'Sorry, I don't drink' I apologized.

'Do you dance?' he asked.

'Sometimes', I admitted, 'but…'

He wasn't listening anymore and I was dragged to the dance floor. I panicked and tried to escape, but he wouldn't let go. And then we were dancing. It felt sort of good. He let go of my hand, and I chose to stay. I closed my eyes and gave myself to the beat. We didn't talk, just danced, for hours it felt like. He kept touching me, innocent little touches at first, just on my arm, my shoulder. But then his touches got gradually bolder, putting a hand on my chest, on my arse, my face. In the end we were dancing really close and he was just groping me openly. I was… appalled, exited, disgusted, thrilled… all at the same time.

You see, I was so lonely back then. I felt such a yearning for any kind of human contact, physical contact, someone to come close to me, touch me… I was scared, but I just couldn't tear myself away.

There was some more groping and touching in the toilets later that evening and then he asked me to come back to his place. I agreed. I still can't believe I actually agreed… I was so scared. I remember hearing the thumping of my heart droning in my head.

What can I say? He was nice I guess.. It was quick. Afterwards, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. He tried to tell me his name, give me his number, but I just ran.

He is silent. He let me blurt the whole thing out without interrupting, keeping up the comforting, even strokes through my hair. I need to know what he is thinking.

'Let's take a shower', he suddenly says, and he moves to get up. My every instinct is to cling to him, so I do.

'Wait… It's still early. I… I don't have to leave yet', I stumble, feeling the blush as it colours my cheeks.

'Who said anything about leaving? I was just suggesting we'd move this to the shower', he says, raising an eyebrow.

Oh. My blush is so hot now that it is actually burning me.

'Yeah alright than'

He's on his feet in one elegant move, pulling me up by my hand. Laughing, he leads me to the bathroom.

The water on my skin feels delicious. I've never shared a shower before, well, not since I was a child. And this is nothing like that. I feel slightly awkward at first, which seems silly after what we've just done. But then he starts washing me, his soapy hands lovingly caressing my skin. He is very thorough, even kneeling down and washing my legs and feet. I take some shower gel, and start returning the favour, starting with those broad shoulders. He gets up, so I can now freely lather his entire body with soapy suds. He places his hand over mine and looks at me all serious.

'I don't like that someone else touched you', he says.

I'm baffled, don't know how to respond to this. He shakes his head.

'I know, I know, it's ridiculous, and I have absolutely no right', he snorts, 'me of all people…'

He closes his eyes and lets the water pour down on his face. I shake him a little, place both hands on his cheeks and force him to look at me.

'It's ok. Me too', I say sincerely. And then I get on my tiptoes and give him a little kiss.

He steps back and looks me up and down.

'Are you sure you're clean enough?' he says thoughtfully.

'Seeing as you've just washed me quite literally from the top of my head all the way down to the actual tips of my toes, I'd say so, yes'

'Yeah, I'm just not convinced', he claims, while soaping up his hands 'You see, this area here still seems kind of dirty to me'

I gasp as his smooth, slithery hands slide across my arse, my inner thighs, my balls and my immediately enthused cock.

'I see your point', I manage to grunt out, 'Better to be… safe then… safe then… then sorry, oh!'

His skilful fingers tease me. He spins me round and pushes me roughly up against the cool tiles. I suck in my breath as goose bumps pop up all over my skin. But then he adjusts the showerhead and I am enveloped in warmth as the water cascades down my body. He takes both my hands and places them flat against the tiles with his own. One of his knees pushes mine apart. His hands release mine, to gently slide down my arms and then down the sensitive skin of my sides. Multiple shivers run through me. When he reaches my hips, he lets go for a moment to lather up his hands once more. His body is blocking the flow of the water, but I don't mind, as his soapy hands start caressing, stroking, kneading my arse. I moan, pushing myself into his hands. He gives me a little squeeze and then continues his motions. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensation of his slippery hands, sliding over my wet skin. When I push back into him once more, he lets one of his hands slip in between my legs to embrace my yearning erection. I cry out and thrust my hips forth immediately, rejoicing in the feeling of his warm, wet hand around my straining cock.

'Christian' I say, feeling pleasure as I let his name roll of my tongue. I look at him over my shoulder.

'Christian', I try again, 'I want… you to know that… it was never like… this. Never… Just with you', I finish.

The look in his beautiful green eyes is startling. He looks happy. And touched. That look stirs up some warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Before I can explore it, he has grabbed my chin, twisting my neck and brutally crushed my lips with his, ravishing me with his tongue. He pushes his body up against the back of mine, pinning me up against the tiles. I should probably object to the roughness of his treatment. But I'm enjoying it way too much to complain. Also, I can feel the tenderness lying underneath the roughness. It's thrilling and heart warming at the same time.

While his tongue is exploring my mouth, his hands are busy elsewhere. One of them is sliding up and down my cock, while the other is caressing my arse. When one of his fingers slips in between my but cheeks and comes to rest against my entrance, my head starts spinning. It's almost too much to take. I'm whimpering in his mouth and my legs feel as if they won't be able to support me for much longer. Sensing this, Christian pushes his leg between mine, and I let some of my weight rest on him. As he slowly starts preparing me, I let myself completely relax and give myself over. The overload of sensation is making me see stars, but the feel of his strong body behind me, supporting me, makes me feel secure enough to surrender to it.

The combination of water and intense snogging, is making me struggle for breath. Turning my head back towards the wall, I gulp in some air, not surprised to hear him do the same. I let my forehead rest against the cool tiles.

'Sy… for me too'. I look at him over my shoulder, not understanding. And is he blushing?

'I know I… have a lot more… experience than you. But it was never like this with anyone else. So… intense. So…' He hesitates. I have a feeling he is biting back the words.

'So real', he finishes. Why do I think he was going to say something else? I start to ask him what it was, but, as always, he is a master of distraction. It's his cock that is distracting me now, all soaped up, sliding into me. I hadn't even noticed him move his leg. I arch my back, letting my head fall back against his shoulder, and sigh as he slides all the way in. I barely have time to adjust to the feeling of him filling me up before he starts thrusting into me. Hard, deep, determined strokes. He has placed his hands back on mine, up against the wall. Then he entwines his fingers with mine, making our hands into fists. The sound of the water raining down on us mixes with my panting breath and his low, guttural groans.

His mouth is on my neck, kissing, licking, biting the tender skin. His hips thrust into me at the same, maddening rhythm. It feels like… I guess the best way I can describe it is that it feels like I'm being claimed. Branded. Branded as his.

'Christian'

He lifts his head and I twist my neck round so I can look at him. It's right there, in his eyes. I'm his. Although it scares the hell out of me, it's also all I've ever wanted. With our hands joined, his cock buried deep inside, there is no escaping our connection. Yes, I'm his. Even when I'm running from him again, and I know I will be, I'll still be his. We stare at each other, as our bodies move together. I only blink when I feel my body exploding. I throw back my head and let go, feeling the shudders of release rock me. Not long after I hear him moan my name as his own orgasm claims him.

Still trembling, I break our connections in order to quickly turn around to face him and claim his mouth. I push my tongue into his mouth as I throw my arms around his neck. I kiss him, deeply, urgently, demandingly. I explore his mouth, let my tongue slide along his teeth, dart around with his tongue and then bite his lip as I release him. I keep my arms around his neck and wait for him to open his eyes. When he does, I give him a message. Yes Christian, I am yours. But you… you are mine. And don't you forget it.

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