Page 17 of Once Upon a December
Felix’s eyes were hooded and dreamy. A small smile curved one corner of his mouth. His cheeks had gone pink and his lips were red from where he’d bitten at them during his orgasm. Gibson had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than Felix in post-orgasmic bliss.
“Come here.” His man tugged at his hair and Gibson dutifully stood back up from where he’d dropped to his knees to worship. As soon as he was on his feet Felix pulled him in and kissed him square on the mouth. Gibson kissed him back, loving that Felix never shied away from the taste of himself or from showing Gibson what he was feeling. “That was incredible.”
“You’re incredible.” Gibson nuzzled his neck.
“Mmm, you thoroughly distracted me and I probably burned our breakfast.” Felix didn’t pull away from him though and Gibson snorted.
“You know I prefer to have you for breakfast anyway.”
“Such a sweet mouth you have on you.” Felix teased, kissing him quickly before turning back to face the stove, “I suppose that could count as your protein.”
Gibson laughed a deep, hearty chuckle and smacked his boyfriend on the ass, “If my mouth is sweet. Yours is filthy.”
“Just the way you like it.”
“Mmm.” Gibson wrapped his arms around Felix’s waist and watched with his chin on the other man’s shoulder as he went back to stirring whatever concoction he’d been making when Gibson woke to find he wasn’t in bed and come into the kitchen.
Ever since they’d taken their relationship to the next level and actually begun to call it what it was, a relationship, Felix spent most nights with him here at the house. Gibson liked having him here even though he’d never enjoyed letting people into his personal space. Felix had quickly and easily made himself at home after that first night here. He’d claimed the kitchen as his own domain after Gibson burned toast and had been cooking for him and keeping him happy and satiated for the past two weeks.
Gibson couldn’t imagine going back to his life before Felix had stormed into it and he didn’t want to. He wasn’t the kind of man that lied to himself. He was in love with Felix Michaelson.
Maybe it had happened fast, as a few of his family members had been quick to poiont out, but that didn’t make it any less true. He and Felix had been seeing one another nearly every day for a month straight now. They spent most nights together. They made love and they talked and they made time for each other, something Gibson had never bothered doing for the men that had come before Felix in his life. That was why he was certain it was love he was feeling. Because for the first time in as long as he could remember, he wanted someone with him, beside him, sharing his bed and his home and his life with him.
He hadn’t told Felix yet but he thought the other man knew how he felt. Sometimes he thought that Felix had known it even before he did. Felix was everything that he wasn’t. Warm and open, carefree and good-natured, and he made Gibson happy in a way that he hadn’t thought he could ever be.
When he was with Felix, his mind wasn’t elsewhere planning his next meeting or worrying about one of his family members. He was living instead of just surviving for the first time in a decade thanks to the joy that Felix had brought into his life. He was happy and content and he only wished that they could spend every day here at the house together, away from the outside world that always seemed just on the verge of dragging him back down into the black void of his past.
“Babe?”
“Hmm?” Gibson kissed Felix’s shoulder.
“Grab some juice for us would you? Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Sure.” He kissed him one more time just for good measure before releasing Felix and moving to the fridge.
He poured two tumblers of orange juice and placed them in front of their seats at the dining table just as Felix plated the meals and brought them over. It smelled delicious. Then again, everything Felix cooked smelled delicious and tasted even better. His stomach rumbled and Felix laughed as they sat down to breakfast as if they’d been doing it for years instead of for days.
They talked a little between mouthfuls of food. Gibson reminded Felix that he had to run out and visit Roman before he came home so he might be late. Felix shrugged, as he always did, and told him that if it was too late not to worry about calling that he’d just stay home. Gibson refused and insisted Felix simply let himself into the house using the security code Gibson had given him in case of emergencies. They went back and forth about it for a while, as they always did, because Felix felt like it was overstepping and Gibson thought telling him he might as well just move his stuff in already would scare him away. Eventually he agreed to call when he was finished dealing with Roman and Felix sighed as he picked their plates back up.
“I may end up being out late myself. Beau has a whole list of things I need to check off my to-do list before the party tomorrow night.”
Gibson frowned at the mention of the party. They’d somehow come to an unspoken agreement that they didn’t discuss the Frost Financial holiday party when they were alone outside of the office. He knew just from their daily discussions that Beau was Felix’s assistant so the sharp pain he felt in his chest wasn’t jealousy. He swallowed, suddenly unsure why Felix was bringing up the party now.
“I can’t believe it’s already here. It feels like we’ve been planning it forever and also like we just started yesterday, doesn’t it?” Felix didn’t seem to catch his hesitation as he dropped their plates into the sink and returned to pick up his glass of juice.
“Uh… yeah. I guess.”
“I was thinking I’d wear my black suit with a white shirt and that gold filigree tie, in keeping with the theme.”
Gibson nodded slowly, “I’m sure that will look nice.”
“What are you going to wear?” Felix glanced up, his words hanging in the air like a bomb ready to go off.
Gibson swallowed hard as he stared at his boyfriend, trying to decipher what he was truly getting at. Felix knew that he hated the very idea of this party. Felix knew that he only continued to put it on to appease the employees at Frost Financial. If it was up to Gibson, he’d have the accountants hand out larger than usual bonuses just to avoid the occasion. So why was his boyfriend standing in front of him asking him what he planned to wear to an event he had never attended and never planned to attend?
Slowly, he dabbed his mouth with his napkin and then cleared his throat, “Felix, I thought I’d made myself clear when I explained how I felt about the party.”
Felix’s dark brows furrowed, “You did but…”
