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Title: The Right Words (1/1)
Pairing: Christian/Syed
Rating: NC17 (Adult)
Summary: Surely, they're going to need to talk about this.
AN: Picks up where Friday's episode left off. Syed and Christian go home.
Christian let Syed into the flat in front of him, keeping his eyes on the other man as he closed the door behind himself. He leaned hard against it, perhaps in some fear that if he let his gaze wander or gave him an escape route, Sy would bolt or just vanish into thin air.
He didn't vanish. Instead, he turned to look at Christian, smiling in the lopsided way that never failed to make Christian melt and rubbing the back of his neck in an almost childlike show of bashfulness. Christian had no doubt that Syed had spent his whole life using such adorable affectations to get what he wanted from once-doting parents. Christian had always found it coquettishly arousing.
Which, granted, might also get Syed what he wanted.
“Didn't think I'd be moving in this fast,” Syed said with a shrug.
“I'm not complaining,” Christian said, the sweat on his back sticking his skin to the paint of the door frame.
“Good,” Syed said. “Because I don't think I'll be very welcome at... at my parents' house,” he said. Christian smiled sadly, torn between careful excitement and acknowledgement of the pain Syed had and would continue to put himself through.
Syed didn't go on, which was just as well because Christian had no comfort for him. Syed turned away, pulling his jacket off and folding it. He turned to drop it over the back of the sofa and hesitated. Trusting, for the moment, that he wasn't about to make a run for it, Christian abandoned his guard of the door and approached him, taking the jacket out of his hand and tossing it onto the sofa.
“I'm not fussy,” Christian said as Syed managed to look grateful and embarrassed all at once.
“I feel like I've just kind of invaded,” he replied. “I don't want to get in the way.”
“You're not going to piss me off if you put a spoon down in the wrong place,” Christian replied. “You live here now.”
Syed couldn't help but smile at that, his whole face lighting up for a moment before his expression settled into something more contemplative. He licked his lips and it didn't take a man of Christian's extensive experience to understand his intent.
“We do need to talk, though,” Christian pointed out before Syed could lean closer.
“Do we?” Syed replied, eyes wide and devilishly innocent. “I've been trying to kiss you for two days.”
“I noticed that,” Christian said.
“Well?” Syed replied.
“Well, we need to talk,” Christian reaffirmed.
“We could talk after,” Syed suggested.
“After I kiss you?” Christian asked. Syed's hand found the side of his neck, fingers shaking slightly as he traced the tense muscle from his jaw to his collar bone.
“Exactly,” Syed said, his head tilting in a mirror of Christian's actions as he turned into Syed's touch. “In about ten seconds.”
“Right,” Christian said, righting himself and taking a step closer to Syed. “Because we need to talk about how we're...”
“After,” Syed insisted, his fingers sliding through the short fur at the back of Christian's neck.
“Right.” Christian, apparently, wasn't particularly adept at denying Syed what he wanted, either. He leaned in as Syed's grip tightened, sharing a surprised breath before catching his lips.
He should have known, or at least admit that he already did, that ten seconds wasn't a realistic estimate. It took ten seconds for his mind to clear of disbelief and to allow him to acknowledge that this was real. The mouth opening eagerly to him really was the one he couldn't stop thinking about. His smell was the same and the way he tilted his chin in a silent plea for more was achingly familiar.
Nervous as Syed may have been, there was nothing reluctant or hesitant in his manner as he wrapped himself around Christian, pulling him closer and sucking his tongue hard into his mouth. Christian's hand found the small of Syed's back, settling comfortably in the dip as if it had been moulded to fit there, and he turned Syed so his backside was pressed against the sofa and he was trapped by Christian's body. Syed moaned in pleasure and Christian couldn't help but smile in response. He pulled away slowly, drawing out of the kiss, holding Syed's lower lip between his own for a long moment.
“Ten,” he whispered.
“Do you want to talk now?” Syed replied, his breath still teasing Christian's lips.
The sound Christian released could only be described as a growl. He leaned back far enough to grab the back of Syed's shirt and pull it unceremoniously over his head. He made sure his own followed it before leaning back in for more kisses.
The press of skin against skin was overwhelming, his own body still damp with sweat and sliding against Syed's drier flesh. He didn't try to fight the desire to touch as much as he could, and wrapped his arms back around Syed's waist, spreading his hands wide over smooth shoulder blades and reaching up further until his hand cradled the bottom of Syed's neck. Syed's legs parted, letting him move in closer, cradling his hips and bringing his rapidly filling cock into contact with another that was just as shamelessly aroused.
Syed's throat bumped around a shocked grunt that faded into a delirious moan. He had to tilt his head back hard to separate them.
“Take me to bed,” he said. Whatever Christian might have had to say in return, be it objection or promise, was lost as Syed added, “please,” in a near-whisper that left Christian with no choice but to obey him.
He knew what Syed weighed, remembered well enough from blissfully remembered minutes having the no-longer elusive man astride him. He could easily have wrapped Syed's legs around his waist, picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, but it was a day when Syed was making his own choices and such a gesture of helplessness would do little to cement his new confidence. Instead, he stepped back and let Syed lead the way, smiling at the slight shake in his legs as he headed to the bedroom. He only made a step or two before turning back and taking Christian's hand, as if he needed the encouragement.
With a smile, Christian went where he was wanted, crossing the threshold and stopping as Sy dropped his hand and turned to him. Syed's eyes were dark, the weight of the event lost on neither of them, but there was a hint of playfulness, too; something Christian was hoping would return with force as soon as this day was behind them and they settled into... whatever it was they would have. Syed's hands were on the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms, pulling his attention back into the present.
“I like these,” Syed observed with a smile. “Easy access.”
“Mm,” Christian agreed wryly. “Well, why don't you...” the rest was lost in a gasp as Syed's hand slid inside, fingers grazing Christian's erection through the fabric of his shorts. He closed his eyes and let his head tip back as the fingers tightened around the flesh they could find. Syed's lips found the edge of his jaw.
“I missed you,” Syed said quietly, and Christian couldn't help but smile as he gave thought to whether Syed was addressing him, or his cock. Either way, he decided as he opened his eyes, he wouldn't miss anything now. Christian reached down to the waistband of Sy's jeans, quickly defeating the top button and sliding the zip down after it. He watched Syed swallow around nothing and traced his thumbs along taut muscles before hooking them over the top of his trousers.
He took Syed's open mouth in a hungry kiss and walked him backward toward the bed, pushing his jeans down as they went. When Syed's calves hit the edge of the mattress, Christian pushed him gently and he went with it, falling back onto the bed with a small sound of effort. He lifted his hips to let Christian pull his jeans and underwear down all the way, both glad that Syed's trainers were easily removed.
Stripped completely and stretched out before him, Syed could have been a mirage to taunt Christian's thirst. If he were mad, though, he wasn't about to waste the gift his insanity had given him. Kneeling beside the bed, he kissed his way back up from Syed's ankles, pausing at the sensitive skin behind his knee, then again at the juncture between his thighs. He kissed at the soft, fragile skin, nuzzling at the coarse hair while quite deliberately avoiding Syed's decidedly present erection. He felt Syed twist, gently encouraging fingers at his hair and heard him moan in frustrated pleasure.
When Syed finally called out his name in a plaintive whine, Christian took pity on him and lifted himself to pay attention to the hard flesh. His mouth watered just looking at it, but he controlled his hunger and began with slow, sucking kisses to the tense, hot skin. Mere moments of this teasing went on before Syed was whimpering his name again. But when Christian went to relent and opened his mouth to attend to his pleasure, Syed pushed himself to sitting and drew Christian back from his intended target.
“Later,” Syed said, his voice quivering with wound-up tension. “Later we can mess around and play and you can... and I will... I want to taste you...” he shook his head, realising his digression. “Right now can we just...” he tailed off, his gaze faltering, and Christian felt the distinct fear that he was about to ask that they just hold one another. And while holding Syed was a pleasure and a fantasy he had believed would never be a reality again, if he stopped now he feared doing genuine damage to himself.
He needn't have worried. Syed stumbled for his words and finally came up with, “I need to feel you inside me again,” and Christian tensed at the very thought of it. The last of his available blood rocketed to swell his already solid cock even further. He swallowed and nodded, obeying the guiding hand at his neck to lean up for more kisses.
“You remember where everything is?” he asked, waiting for the confirming nod before rolling to one side and releasing Syed. He pulled off his remaining clothes while Syed fought through his bedside cabinet of tricks for lube and condoms.
Naked in record time, he turned back to the figure now stretching out on his back. His breath stuttered, taken aback by a sight he believed had been lost to him. He couldn't think of anything to say that would do justice to the frightening, glorious prospect, so he bit his tongue and crawled up up over his once and future lover, plucking the small bottle out of his hand.
Syed's legs moved distractedly, spreading wide either side of Christian's knees as a slick finger traced the underside of his thigh. He kept his eyes on Syed's face, watching for signs of pain as the tightness around his fingers vindicated his assumption that he'd need preparation. Sy looked up at him, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted around heavy breaths, desperate little moans leaving him each time Christian moved his fingers. Far from lying there in self-indulgence, Syed spent his time wisely getting more acquainted with the touches that could make Christian's control falter. After tortuous minutes in which Christian's cock seemed to defy the laws of physical possibility and grow even heavier, Syed took pity on them both.
“Come on, Christian, that's enough,” he said, starting to wriggle away despite the discouraging hand pressed to his stomach.
“Are you sure, Sy?” Christian replied. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't,” Syed said, between reassuring kisses. “Just go slow. It's been a while,” he said with a touch of embarrassment. Christian nodded, happy to take as long as Syed wanted, as long as he was touching him. Syed turned beneath him, rolling onto his side as Christian moved behind him. Christian picked up the condom that Syed had collected for him and rolled it onto himself, covering the outside with more lube. He paused to think, as he brought himself to the border of Syed's body, that they didn't really need to be using one. The last time he'd had the shit kicked out of him, the hospital had run the usual barrage of STI tests and he sincerely doubted that Amira had slept with anyone other than her husband.
But that, he decided, was a conversation for a later time; the trust of being together without protection carried implications that could only be considered with blood in his brain.
Syed wasn't exaggerating; the need for a slow, considered touch was highly apparent and Christian took his time pushing into him. He struggled against his impulses and controlled himself from thrusting too hard or too fast before Syed had time to adjust to him again. If there was one thing his relationship with Syed had taught him, it was patience. His patience paid off as Syed relaxed, reaching back to grab at his hip and encourage him to move.
Syed leaned back, twisting his upper body to give Christian the space and invitation to kiss him. They moved with slow, careful movements, finding a rhythm that satisfied them both. Christian's hands were free to touch, to explore the body that he believed, that he hoped would be his to enjoy for the foreseeable future. He mouthed at Syed's neck, laying wet kisses along his shoulder, finally resting his mouth next to Syed's ear.
“Fuck, Sy, I didn't think I'd ever...” he murmured.
“I know,” Syed grunted in response, twisting his fingers through Christian's where one hand had paused on his stomach. “I know.”
Boldly, Syed drew their joined hands lower, their knuckles digging into his skin before reaching his cock. Christian stroked him in deliberate harmony with his thrusts, speeding up as he did with increasing confidence, time passing in a blur of constant sensation until Syed was trembling, hissing and holding every other breath. Christian watched his eyes close, saw him bring his hand up to try and bite the soft pad beneath his thumb and stifle his sounds of pleasure as he neared release.
But Christian would have none of it. With his spare hand, he reached to drag Syed's hand away from his mouth and hold it down to the bed, thrusting hard into him and giving him no option but to cry out loud.
“Christian,” Syed whined plaintively, his eyes fluttering shut and his head leaning back to press against Christian's shoulder. Christian pressed his mouth to Syed's cheekbone.
“Let go,” he instructed, his own voice shaking and his thrusts growing erratic. “Come on, Sy.”
It took Syed scarce moments to obey, tensing every muscle as Christian squeezed his dick tightly and dragged his climax out of him. Christian's fingers grew slick with warm, welcome come and his heart swelled to hear his own name as a climactic mantra.
Syed pushed his hand gently away when his sensitive cock could take no more of Christian's strokes and lifted his leg so Christian could screw into his sated, relaxed body. He continued to moan, whispering lazy encouragement, praise and gratitude for all of the meagre minutes it took for Christian to find his own peak. He came with his teeth grazing a gentle pressure into Syed's shoulder, a muffled curse his only decipherable word.
“Oh, God, I missed you,” Christian panted into the sweat-glazed surface of his lover's back, as he collapsed over him a few moments later, condom dutifully tossed near to the bin.
“You have no idea,” Syed said against the duvet on which they lay. Christian was about to protest that he had a very good idea, but Syed pre-empted him. “I tried to push you out,” he went on. “I tried to get you out of my heart and my head but I couldn't. All the therapy in the world and I still wouldn't.” Christian pressed his lips to Syed's back and waited for him to go on. “You're in every cell of me,” he said. “You're in my blood.” He moved, encouraging Christian to move back so he could turn beneath him. “Where you belong.”
“I love you,” Christian said, eloquence failing him in the face of Syed's exquisitely just-fucked countenance and declarations of devotion.
“I love you,” Syed echoed.
And Christian, feeling something akin to hope for the first time in forever, proceeded to kiss him very soundly for that.
The End.
Pairing: Christian/Syed
Rating: NC17 (Adult)
Summary: Surely, they're going to need to talk about this.
AN: Picks up where Friday's episode left off. Syed and Christian go home.
Christian let Syed into the flat in front of him, keeping his eyes on the other man as he closed the door behind himself. He leaned hard against it, perhaps in some fear that if he let his gaze wander or gave him an escape route, Sy would bolt or just vanish into thin air.
He didn't vanish. Instead, he turned to look at Christian, smiling in the lopsided way that never failed to make Christian melt and rubbing the back of his neck in an almost childlike show of bashfulness. Christian had no doubt that Syed had spent his whole life using such adorable affectations to get what he wanted from once-doting parents. Christian had always found it coquettishly arousing.
Which, granted, might also get Syed what he wanted.
“Didn't think I'd be moving in this fast,” Syed said with a shrug.
“I'm not complaining,” Christian said, the sweat on his back sticking his skin to the paint of the door frame.
“Good,” Syed said. “Because I don't think I'll be very welcome at... at my parents' house,” he said. Christian smiled sadly, torn between careful excitement and acknowledgement of the pain Syed had and would continue to put himself through.
Syed didn't go on, which was just as well because Christian had no comfort for him. Syed turned away, pulling his jacket off and folding it. He turned to drop it over the back of the sofa and hesitated. Trusting, for the moment, that he wasn't about to make a run for it, Christian abandoned his guard of the door and approached him, taking the jacket out of his hand and tossing it onto the sofa.
“I'm not fussy,” Christian said as Syed managed to look grateful and embarrassed all at once.
“I feel like I've just kind of invaded,” he replied. “I don't want to get in the way.”
“You're not going to piss me off if you put a spoon down in the wrong place,” Christian replied. “You live here now.”
Syed couldn't help but smile at that, his whole face lighting up for a moment before his expression settled into something more contemplative. He licked his lips and it didn't take a man of Christian's extensive experience to understand his intent.
“We do need to talk, though,” Christian pointed out before Syed could lean closer.
“Do we?” Syed replied, eyes wide and devilishly innocent. “I've been trying to kiss you for two days.”
“I noticed that,” Christian said.
“Well?” Syed replied.
“Well, we need to talk,” Christian reaffirmed.
“We could talk after,” Syed suggested.
“After I kiss you?” Christian asked. Syed's hand found the side of his neck, fingers shaking slightly as he traced the tense muscle from his jaw to his collar bone.
“Exactly,” Syed said, his head tilting in a mirror of Christian's actions as he turned into Syed's touch. “In about ten seconds.”
“Right,” Christian said, righting himself and taking a step closer to Syed. “Because we need to talk about how we're...”
“After,” Syed insisted, his fingers sliding through the short fur at the back of Christian's neck.
“Right.” Christian, apparently, wasn't particularly adept at denying Syed what he wanted, either. He leaned in as Syed's grip tightened, sharing a surprised breath before catching his lips.
He should have known, or at least admit that he already did, that ten seconds wasn't a realistic estimate. It took ten seconds for his mind to clear of disbelief and to allow him to acknowledge that this was real. The mouth opening eagerly to him really was the one he couldn't stop thinking about. His smell was the same and the way he tilted his chin in a silent plea for more was achingly familiar.
Nervous as Syed may have been, there was nothing reluctant or hesitant in his manner as he wrapped himself around Christian, pulling him closer and sucking his tongue hard into his mouth. Christian's hand found the small of Syed's back, settling comfortably in the dip as if it had been moulded to fit there, and he turned Syed so his backside was pressed against the sofa and he was trapped by Christian's body. Syed moaned in pleasure and Christian couldn't help but smile in response. He pulled away slowly, drawing out of the kiss, holding Syed's lower lip between his own for a long moment.
“Ten,” he whispered.
“Do you want to talk now?” Syed replied, his breath still teasing Christian's lips.
The sound Christian released could only be described as a growl. He leaned back far enough to grab the back of Syed's shirt and pull it unceremoniously over his head. He made sure his own followed it before leaning back in for more kisses.
The press of skin against skin was overwhelming, his own body still damp with sweat and sliding against Syed's drier flesh. He didn't try to fight the desire to touch as much as he could, and wrapped his arms back around Syed's waist, spreading his hands wide over smooth shoulder blades and reaching up further until his hand cradled the bottom of Syed's neck. Syed's legs parted, letting him move in closer, cradling his hips and bringing his rapidly filling cock into contact with another that was just as shamelessly aroused.
Syed's throat bumped around a shocked grunt that faded into a delirious moan. He had to tilt his head back hard to separate them.
“Take me to bed,” he said. Whatever Christian might have had to say in return, be it objection or promise, was lost as Syed added, “please,” in a near-whisper that left Christian with no choice but to obey him.
He knew what Syed weighed, remembered well enough from blissfully remembered minutes having the no-longer elusive man astride him. He could easily have wrapped Syed's legs around his waist, picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, but it was a day when Syed was making his own choices and such a gesture of helplessness would do little to cement his new confidence. Instead, he stepped back and let Syed lead the way, smiling at the slight shake in his legs as he headed to the bedroom. He only made a step or two before turning back and taking Christian's hand, as if he needed the encouragement.
With a smile, Christian went where he was wanted, crossing the threshold and stopping as Sy dropped his hand and turned to him. Syed's eyes were dark, the weight of the event lost on neither of them, but there was a hint of playfulness, too; something Christian was hoping would return with force as soon as this day was behind them and they settled into... whatever it was they would have. Syed's hands were on the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms, pulling his attention back into the present.
“I like these,” Syed observed with a smile. “Easy access.”
“Mm,” Christian agreed wryly. “Well, why don't you...” the rest was lost in a gasp as Syed's hand slid inside, fingers grazing Christian's erection through the fabric of his shorts. He closed his eyes and let his head tip back as the fingers tightened around the flesh they could find. Syed's lips found the edge of his jaw.
“I missed you,” Syed said quietly, and Christian couldn't help but smile as he gave thought to whether Syed was addressing him, or his cock. Either way, he decided as he opened his eyes, he wouldn't miss anything now. Christian reached down to the waistband of Sy's jeans, quickly defeating the top button and sliding the zip down after it. He watched Syed swallow around nothing and traced his thumbs along taut muscles before hooking them over the top of his trousers.
He took Syed's open mouth in a hungry kiss and walked him backward toward the bed, pushing his jeans down as they went. When Syed's calves hit the edge of the mattress, Christian pushed him gently and he went with it, falling back onto the bed with a small sound of effort. He lifted his hips to let Christian pull his jeans and underwear down all the way, both glad that Syed's trainers were easily removed.
Stripped completely and stretched out before him, Syed could have been a mirage to taunt Christian's thirst. If he were mad, though, he wasn't about to waste the gift his insanity had given him. Kneeling beside the bed, he kissed his way back up from Syed's ankles, pausing at the sensitive skin behind his knee, then again at the juncture between his thighs. He kissed at the soft, fragile skin, nuzzling at the coarse hair while quite deliberately avoiding Syed's decidedly present erection. He felt Syed twist, gently encouraging fingers at his hair and heard him moan in frustrated pleasure.
When Syed finally called out his name in a plaintive whine, Christian took pity on him and lifted himself to pay attention to the hard flesh. His mouth watered just looking at it, but he controlled his hunger and began with slow, sucking kisses to the tense, hot skin. Mere moments of this teasing went on before Syed was whimpering his name again. But when Christian went to relent and opened his mouth to attend to his pleasure, Syed pushed himself to sitting and drew Christian back from his intended target.
“Later,” Syed said, his voice quivering with wound-up tension. “Later we can mess around and play and you can... and I will... I want to taste you...” he shook his head, realising his digression. “Right now can we just...” he tailed off, his gaze faltering, and Christian felt the distinct fear that he was about to ask that they just hold one another. And while holding Syed was a pleasure and a fantasy he had believed would never be a reality again, if he stopped now he feared doing genuine damage to himself.
He needn't have worried. Syed stumbled for his words and finally came up with, “I need to feel you inside me again,” and Christian tensed at the very thought of it. The last of his available blood rocketed to swell his already solid cock even further. He swallowed and nodded, obeying the guiding hand at his neck to lean up for more kisses.
“You remember where everything is?” he asked, waiting for the confirming nod before rolling to one side and releasing Syed. He pulled off his remaining clothes while Syed fought through his bedside cabinet of tricks for lube and condoms.
Naked in record time, he turned back to the figure now stretching out on his back. His breath stuttered, taken aback by a sight he believed had been lost to him. He couldn't think of anything to say that would do justice to the frightening, glorious prospect, so he bit his tongue and crawled up up over his once and future lover, plucking the small bottle out of his hand.
Syed's legs moved distractedly, spreading wide either side of Christian's knees as a slick finger traced the underside of his thigh. He kept his eyes on Syed's face, watching for signs of pain as the tightness around his fingers vindicated his assumption that he'd need preparation. Sy looked up at him, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted around heavy breaths, desperate little moans leaving him each time Christian moved his fingers. Far from lying there in self-indulgence, Syed spent his time wisely getting more acquainted with the touches that could make Christian's control falter. After tortuous minutes in which Christian's cock seemed to defy the laws of physical possibility and grow even heavier, Syed took pity on them both.
“Come on, Christian, that's enough,” he said, starting to wriggle away despite the discouraging hand pressed to his stomach.
“Are you sure, Sy?” Christian replied. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't,” Syed said, between reassuring kisses. “Just go slow. It's been a while,” he said with a touch of embarrassment. Christian nodded, happy to take as long as Syed wanted, as long as he was touching him. Syed turned beneath him, rolling onto his side as Christian moved behind him. Christian picked up the condom that Syed had collected for him and rolled it onto himself, covering the outside with more lube. He paused to think, as he brought himself to the border of Syed's body, that they didn't really need to be using one. The last time he'd had the shit kicked out of him, the hospital had run the usual barrage of STI tests and he sincerely doubted that Amira had slept with anyone other than her husband.
But that, he decided, was a conversation for a later time; the trust of being together without protection carried implications that could only be considered with blood in his brain.
Syed wasn't exaggerating; the need for a slow, considered touch was highly apparent and Christian took his time pushing into him. He struggled against his impulses and controlled himself from thrusting too hard or too fast before Syed had time to adjust to him again. If there was one thing his relationship with Syed had taught him, it was patience. His patience paid off as Syed relaxed, reaching back to grab at his hip and encourage him to move.
Syed leaned back, twisting his upper body to give Christian the space and invitation to kiss him. They moved with slow, careful movements, finding a rhythm that satisfied them both. Christian's hands were free to touch, to explore the body that he believed, that he hoped would be his to enjoy for the foreseeable future. He mouthed at Syed's neck, laying wet kisses along his shoulder, finally resting his mouth next to Syed's ear.
“Fuck, Sy, I didn't think I'd ever...” he murmured.
“I know,” Syed grunted in response, twisting his fingers through Christian's where one hand had paused on his stomach. “I know.”
Boldly, Syed drew their joined hands lower, their knuckles digging into his skin before reaching his cock. Christian stroked him in deliberate harmony with his thrusts, speeding up as he did with increasing confidence, time passing in a blur of constant sensation until Syed was trembling, hissing and holding every other breath. Christian watched his eyes close, saw him bring his hand up to try and bite the soft pad beneath his thumb and stifle his sounds of pleasure as he neared release.
But Christian would have none of it. With his spare hand, he reached to drag Syed's hand away from his mouth and hold it down to the bed, thrusting hard into him and giving him no option but to cry out loud.
“Christian,” Syed whined plaintively, his eyes fluttering shut and his head leaning back to press against Christian's shoulder. Christian pressed his mouth to Syed's cheekbone.
“Let go,” he instructed, his own voice shaking and his thrusts growing erratic. “Come on, Sy.”
It took Syed scarce moments to obey, tensing every muscle as Christian squeezed his dick tightly and dragged his climax out of him. Christian's fingers grew slick with warm, welcome come and his heart swelled to hear his own name as a climactic mantra.
Syed pushed his hand gently away when his sensitive cock could take no more of Christian's strokes and lifted his leg so Christian could screw into his sated, relaxed body. He continued to moan, whispering lazy encouragement, praise and gratitude for all of the meagre minutes it took for Christian to find his own peak. He came with his teeth grazing a gentle pressure into Syed's shoulder, a muffled curse his only decipherable word.
“Oh, God, I missed you,” Christian panted into the sweat-glazed surface of his lover's back, as he collapsed over him a few moments later, condom dutifully tossed near to the bin.
“You have no idea,” Syed said against the duvet on which they lay. Christian was about to protest that he had a very good idea, but Syed pre-empted him. “I tried to push you out,” he went on. “I tried to get you out of my heart and my head but I couldn't. All the therapy in the world and I still wouldn't.” Christian pressed his lips to Syed's back and waited for him to go on. “You're in every cell of me,” he said. “You're in my blood.” He moved, encouraging Christian to move back so he could turn beneath him. “Where you belong.”
“I love you,” Christian said, eloquence failing him in the face of Syed's exquisitely just-fucked countenance and declarations of devotion.
“I love you,” Syed echoed.
And Christian, feeling something akin to hope for the first time in forever, proceeded to kiss him very soundly for that.
The End.