Angel:
Oh, not a chance sweetie. We don't want the Santa to see us talking instead of working.
- he cut in with a serious tone and expression.
Jessie:
Well, okay then. I've been looking for a gift for Marcos and so far, all my ideas turned out not good enough. Sooooo I was wondering if
- each next word seemed to become harder to speak than the previous. Todd after all had a way of twisting everything in his own 'eccentric way'
- maybe...you...could...help me?
- but it was all finally out.
Todd:
Jess...Jessie...Jesster...Jessica...I'll always help you. You know that!
- he's such a tease and is always so quick to pull out this cocky asshole smirk. Otherwise, he keeps to his usual 'golden retriever' form -
so come on, tell me more. What do you need?
Jessie:
Ugh, mostly some brainstorming, I guess. I can't crack what would he like to get.
Todd proceeded to stare blankly at Jessie with his eyes squinted slightly and mouth squished, like he was trying to kiss the air. It took a minute. Angel left the cubicle and leaned on the sinks, anticipating the answer that was brewing in Todd's head. Jessie patiently waiting started glancing at Angel and the things around. One would be surprised how interesting a public bathroom seems in a situation like that, but the awkward silence was finally over
- 'You know... I think you might be looking at it all wrong. Have you tried thinking of what YOU would like to give him, rather than what HE would like to receive?'
Jessie:
That's... actually, somewhat... helpful? Wait
- short break for more puzzle solving, something in his brain started clicking -
What I want to give him? Huh... Thanks Todd! Nice to see you, Angel! Have fun boys!
- and off he goes again, storming out of the bathrooms, completely forgetting he went there for a reason, now reinvigorated, on a mission.
Todd and Angel were left alone, staring blankly at each other, until the latter broke into a flirty smile -
'So, it seems I still didn't get my 'cream' part from the 'cookies and cream' deal. I'd hate to leave you with your bells...'not jingled'
.'
Todd looked rather confused, but eventually replied calmly -
'Wanna try to bang again?'
The idea was gradually forming. Jessie could already imagine Marcos's face when he opens the box. It was going to be special, straight from the heart. The challenge at hand was to squeeze through the cheery crowds and find the right materials in the right shops. Also learn a whole new kind of handicrafts. Sounds easy, right?
.....
Head full of thoughts and doubts, body restless and jittery - Jessie paced around the hallway, mentally preparing himself for the hangout with Marcos. It felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest, get its own legs and run for its dear life. Realizing there is no way to get over this anxiety, simply pushing through, seemed like the best strategy. Last few deep breaths and a double-check of the gift packaging. All seems good. Outfit revision to make sure he looks stunning. Jessie was putting a lot of faith in his well-fitted, baby pink collared shirt. It was the best one quality-wise he had, and it showed. Perfectly gripping his small waist and wider shoulders, really accentuating that sweet, sexy, swimmer-like bod. It also went quite well with the brown pants and elegant shoes. Truth be told, he was half expecting all his clothes to be gone within a matter of twenty minutes, but it still felt very satisfying to look his best. Time to go then! The best, cutest, most romantic boyfriend ever was waiting!
Jessie stepped out onto the balcony that led to the big loft doors of Marcos's flat. Cozy dimmed yellowish lights were emerging from between the blinds. One knock on the glass and a moment later their eyes were able to meet without any barriers in between. In that moment all worries and doubts disappeared. It felt like pure joy, seeing Marcos's smile was like a gentle ray of sunshine, always ready to brighten up a day. Did the time stop? No, impossible! His lips were moving but none of the words made sense for a bit, until it gradually started shifting, as if someone switched the sound on.
Marcos:
Hey, are you with me Meu Gostoso? Would you like to eat something? I'm making roast dinner.
Jessie:
I'd love to! I'm quite hungry actually!
Marcos:
Come on in then! Better not freeze outside.
A quick step inside, Marcos closed the door and helped Jessie take his coat off. A beautiful mix of aromas were circling the room, mulled wine, cinnamon cookies, a hint of lavender and of course the delicious food! Marcos's flat always felt so cozy and welcoming. Old wood and brick with a few plants scattered all over the place and rather minimal furnishing that still seemed appropriate for the size of this place. A king-sized bed not too far from the entry with a graffiti right above it, probably made by the previous owner. Right next to it, some photography equipment, an old passion of Marcos. Then in the far corner, a low, heavy-looking table with plenty of pillows around, and a giant window, mostly covered by curtains and fairy lights. Oh! And a little metal fireplace on the side, perfect for those colder days, like now! You could hear the gentle crackling of the burning wood inside.
Marcos seemed to be looking for something on one of the shelves and approached Jessie again, hiding some object behind his back.
Marcos:
Well, I see you have a little box in your hands that looks very much like a wrapped gift, and I got something for you too soo...
Jessie:
Oh yeah?
- he said in a flirty tone, slowly closing the distance between their faces.
Marcos:
...and... I thought...we could...exchange them...now...
Jessie:
Mhm...
- still getting closer, almost to a dangerous distance now, a collision seems imminent.
Marcos:
Just to...get it out of the way...before...other...things...
And then the calm before the storm. For a split second everything stopped, everything went quiet, nothing mattered, just the sparks and tension, between two very turned on and attracted to each other men. And just like that, as if the green light just lit up on a race, Jessie and Marcos threw their lips at each other, like there was a magnetic pull between them. The sweet, warm taste of their kiss overwhelmed their imagination. Two mouths performing a beautiful dance with each other, sometimes pulling away, yet always coming back for another twirl of tongues. The panting, the moaning, the unstoppable desire to become one body... But what about the gifts in their hands? Who cares about the gifts right now! They found their own way onto the closest piece of furniture. All hands were needed free for what was about to happen.
This was going to be a marathon with a few obstacles. The first one - clothes! Sweaters and shirts are not welcome anymore. Aggressive pulls mixed with the desire to keep their lips together. Marcos's fingers running down Jessie's chest, unlocking the buttons, one by one, in rhythm with the kisses, slowly revealing his tight pecs decorated with minimal body hair. Jessie made sure to do the same, though a bit quicker and clunkier, putting a stop to the lip-on-lip action and following the downward trail, eagerly chasing his own hands. It was impossible to resist at least a little pause on Marcos's chest, which felt much rounder and fuller, covered whole in a gorgeous, deep layer of curls. His right nipple, always a perfect spot to rest your tongue, especially with that inviting round piercing. Jessie was doing a wonderful job, throwing Marcos into a frenzy, who couldn't hold in his moans anymore, and so a beautiful song of grunts and gasps began. A very valuable piece of feedback, encouraging to just keep going.
The hands have won the fight against the shirt, now ready to take on the leather belt, while the tongue travelled down the road between Marcos's abs. Turns out it was a quick round for the belt too. It made a tiny clunking sound before falling, along with the extra button, zipper and entire pair of pants really. They struggled for a millisecond, around the crotch area, but the massive bulge went through and even hit Jessie in the jaw on the bounce back. The young man took a good look at the beautiful shape, now constrained only by a red pair of boxer briefs, in front of him, mind running wild and the mouth watering from the wonders of imagination. Marcos patiently observed Jessie's movements so far, who always got so cute when focusing on a task, clearly giving his all. Even now, he looked up to meet Marcos's gaze, searching for confirmation. Without blinking or looking away, he opened his mouth wide and hugged the covered treat with lips. Playing around with it like a toy, no hands though, for an extra bit of fun and challenge. Such a nasty deceiver, this guy - one would never expect from those round puppy eyes, that his mouth can be so insatiably dick-hungry. He really liked it too, judging by the decent erection sticking out of his pants and a tiny drop of precum colouring the zipper area. All that Marcos wanted to do right then and there, was to pick him up from the ground, tear off his clothes and make the wildest, incredible, ecstatic love, but it's better to hold out at least for a moment longer, so he settled for putting his hands on Jessie's head and running his fingers between the shiny brown waves.
