His eyes never left Christian's as he moved an inch towards him, hoping he would do the same. He could hear his heart hammering in his chest, feel the blood rushing though his veins. This was the moment he'd longed for but, now that it was finally happening he was petrified. Christian had done nothing but keep his gaze. He hadn't moved, hadn't responded and Syed didn't know what would happen when their lips met. But he was about to find out.

When the realisation of the situation finally registered in his mind, Christian moved his face closer to his. He saw Syed close his eyes a second before their lips met and, when they finally connected, Christian gasped. He felt his heart skip a beat, he felt his breath catch in his throat and he felt himself hardening instantly. The delicateness of their kiss, as glorious as it was, tested his patience instantly. He wanted to fall into him, explore his mouth with the passion he'd kept bottled up for so long. Without any thought of the consequences Christian quickened the pace, ecstatic as soon as he realised that Syed was returning his lust, almost hungrily. His mouth opened and closed on Syed's avidly. He couldn't seem to get enough of him.

Syed reciprocated happily to the uptake of the pace of Christian's kiss. His relief flooded through him as he felt his hand drop from his arm and gently found itself resting upon Syed's hip, pulling him closer to him as it did so. Syed could feel his want for him as Christian's fingertips gently squeezed him though his shirt.

Instinctively Syed moved his hand up to Christian's cheek and pulled him closer to him. He wanted to taste him, he wanted to savour this moment with him, but, more than anything, he didn't want to let him go.

Slowly Christian began to pull himself away, too afraid to open his eyes but he forced himself to look at him. Syed's face was beautiful as the flush of his lust burned his cheeks. He watched his chest rise and fall quickly, his desperate need to taste him again and be one with him again impossible to disguise.

Syed couldn't think straight, this was... there were no words to describe what that kiss had made him feel. The other men he'd been with had made him feel good, but not like this. And not from just 1 kiss. He felt like his insides were about to burst. Petrified that Christian was about to tell him to stop he felt the words spill from his mouth before he could stop them.

Syed: I'm sorry. Do you want me to go?

Syed didn't move, his empty words hung in the air and his eyes searched Christian for an answer.

Christian stared deep into those deep pools of his and then down at his wet lips. They were full and luscious and he wanted to lose himself in them again. He found himself imagining what they would feel like wrapped around the tightening in his trousers and that image pushed Christian into overdrive. Want him to go? Had he not felt the pull he had over him? Couldn't he feel his skin burning from his lust for him? Like fuck did he want him to leave!

Unable to speak Christian replied in the only way he could in that moment. His hands found their way up to his neck, his thumbs on his cheeks and, as he bit his bottom lip in the most alluring way he knew how he pulled Syed in to him again, their mouths like magnets as they closed on each other.

Syed was in a state of euphoria at his reaction. He wanted him to stay. He wanted him. Feeling as though a weight had finally been lifted from him Syed let himself go. There was nothing to fear here, no hint of rejection from Christian and he knew what tonight would lead to; he would finally fuck him. The images of what was to come swirled in his mind and as he slowly backed Christian up against the steel fridge, his lips not daring to break from their new owner's, their bodies crashed in to each others and Syed's lust for him dug in to Christian's thigh.

He moved his hands downwards over Christian's chest, the heat from his skin seeping through his shirt, and stopped as he reached the belt of his trousers. Moving his fingers inside the waistband Syed pulled himself closer still in to him. He had no doubt Christian had already felt the stiffness of his cock but he wanted to make sure. He needed him to know how hard he was for him, how aroused he was making him. As he pushed his groin against him, Syed couldn't help but smile as he felt his lust in return. Christian was hard for him.

A sigh escaped Christian's mouth as their kiss continued and he felt Syed's cock against him. Fuck, he was helpless to this mans touch. Slowly moving his hands back, his fingers ran through Syed's hair. Even the softness of those locks of his were enough to stiffen him more than he already was. What he wouldn't give to pull those unruly curls of his as he fucked him, hard. The thought of it sent Christian in to a frenzy and his fingers gripped his hair and pulled him harder in to their kiss.

Arching his neck slightly as he felt Christian's tongue almost slither down it Syed opened his eyes in an almost disbelief. He didn't know how much longer he could take this. He'd waited so long for this moment and, now it was finally happening, it still wasn't enough. Syed needed more of him, he needed all of him and, if he didn't have him soon then he had no doubt he'd end up fucking him here.

As if reading his mind Christian whispered in his ear

Christian: Come back to mine.

It wasn't a question, it wasn't even a demand. It was a fact. This was going to happen.

Syed looked into those green eyes of his and let out a ruttish sigh. He had found his weakness. Those eyes were unforgivably perfect, they were both calm yet frenzied and he was lost in them.

Syed flashed him a small smile for his answer and Christian felt himself falling for him. Just a few kisses was all it took but Christian knew he was completely under Syed's spell. Syed moved his mouth towards his face, placing soft butterfly kisses on his cheeks, his chin, his mouth as he whispered the words

Syed: Lets go

His hands now back on Syed's waist, still pulling him in to him, Christian started to guide them both towards the door, their eyes never leaving each others. Reluctantly, Syed backed his body away from Christian's near-embrace as they reached the exit and relayed his instructions hurriedly.

Syed: I'll follow you, leave the door open for me.

Reaching down for one last kiss before he left him Christian found himself praying that he would keep to his word, that he would follow him.

He was gone before Syed was ready to be parted from their kiss. His eyes still shut tight as he heard the door close behind him. As he stood there, in the total silence of the unit he began counting to 20. It wasn't enough time for Christian to be back in his flat but it was as much as he could bear to be parted from him. Each second his head counted down was followed by a replay of what had just happened. He could still smell him on his skin, on his lips. His mouth could still taste him, still feel his fingers as they coiled themselves around the strands of his hair. And his leg, his leg could still feel the throbbing of Christian's cock as it pushed in to him, his own cock hardening at the thought of it. Fuck it, he thought as he left the unit, his count hadn't even reached 10.

Almost running back to his flat Christian couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. His mind was focused solely on what had happened and, more excitedly, what was about to happen. He fumbled as he placed the key in to the lock, turned it and stepped inside the small entrance hall that led to his home. Debating on whether or not to climb the stairs or wait for Syed down where he was his panic began to surface. What if he wasn't coming? What if, after he'd left, Syed had changed his mind, had gone home? He didn't think he could stand it; he'd tasted him, felt him burn for him and the thought of that being all he would ever have of him broke him a little. Out of habit he moved his hand up over his mouth and was caught off guard by the scent that filled him. He could smell him against the palms of his hands and groaned louder than he should have. He had to come back, he just had to.

Syed saw the flat door was slightly ajar and the relief that he was there was overwhelming. The door was open, the invite still stood. Christian still wanted him. He crossed the road with his hands in his pockets, gripping the hardness of his cock that only Christian could release. He reached the door, pushed it open and, staring up the stairs, he took a deep breath as he stepped inside.

The door slammed shut behind him and, as he spun around Syed saw Christian leaning back against the wall, the tip of his tongue lingering on his top lip, his eyes inviting him in to his soul.

Christian: What took you so long?

Syed: I didn't know if... if maybe you'd changed your mind?

Pushing himself away from the wall, trying not to show his elation that he had come to him, Christian whispered to him

Christian: Never.

Smiling slightly Syed took the few small steps he needed to be in Christian's personal space again. His right hand reached up and cupped Christian's chin as his left reached out and bolted the door shut.

Syed: No interruptions.

That look again, Christian thought, always that look. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't wait any longer to have this man and he pulled Syed into his arms, their frenzied kiss starting again.