“Thank you,” he said, taking the extravagant looking drink, which had whipped cream, marshmallows, and grated chocolate.
Felix took a sip and couldn’t help but moan. It was delicious. The chocolate was of high quality, and he’d added the spices, which gave it that Christmas flavor without takingaway the velvet feel of the drink. It was one of the best things he’d ever tasted.
He looked at Ryder, and there was unmistakable heat in his eyes. Felix wanted to look away from the intensity of his stare, but it was like he was locked in place.
“Felix, please, may I kiss you?”
That he was asking permission made Felix feel all gooey. It took all his restraint not to nod like an eager puppy, but he smiled and nodded permission. Ryder leaned forward and pressed their lips together. His soft lips and the bristle of his beard were a delicious mix of sensations. Ryder didn’t deepen the kiss, which was sweet and frustrating at the same time.
Ryder pulled back with a smile and took Felix’s drink out of his hand. He put them both down on the kitchen side, and then pulled Felix by the waist towards him. He looked into his eyes again, and Felix nodded his consent. Ryder took his mouth again, but this time he used his tongue to get Felix to open for him. The way he commanded the kiss was making his knees shake and he never wanted this to end. Their tongues tangled, and Felix was painfully hard. He rubbed up against Ryder, and couldn’t help but gasp. Ryder wasn’t just huge, he was gigantic. There was no way he’d be able to do anything with that. It would break him in half. Although, what a way to go.
They kept kissing for what felt like hours, but could have only been a few minutes. Once they broke apart, Felix noticed Ryder adjust himself and couldn’t help but smile.
“Sorry. I wasn’t supposed to do that,” said Ryder.
“Oh...” said Felix, feeling awkward. “I’m sorry if I did anything...” He was unsure how to finish the sentence.
“No, you misunderstand. I wanted to do that. I’d just planned to ask you out on a date first. But then you were here, looking like that, and I couldn’t help myself.”
Felix blushed and looked down at the floor. “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t understand what?”
“Nothing. I’m just overthinking.”
“Tell me, Felix.”
There was something commanding about his tone. He hadn’t raised his voice or anything, yet Felix felt compelled to obey.
“You could have any man... or woman that you wanted.”
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Put yourself down. You’re gorgeous, Felix. There’s nothing I’d love more than to drag you off to my cave and spend hours giving you more pleasure than you could ever imagine.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God!
“But I would like to take you out for dinner first.”
Felix looked at his watch. “Bit late for dinner, but okay.”
Ryder chuckled. “I can see I’m going to have my hands full with you.”
“I think it’ll be my hands that are full,” he said without thinking.
Ryder laughed out loud. Felix thought he was going to burst into flames. He buried his face into Ryder’s chest—his gigantic, solid, muscular chest. He wanted to lick it and bite it, but that would be inappropriate. Ryder ran his hand down Felix’s back. It was gentle, yet there was a strength to his touch, and it felt like every hair on Felix’s body was standing on end.
“As much as I’m loving this, you wanted to speak to me about something.”
Felix moved his head away, missing the warmth of Ryder’s body immediately. What would it be like to fall asleep on that chest every night? Who was he kidding? That was something that would never happen. Though if Ryder just wanted to fuck him, then why had he asked him out on adate? There had been pictures on social media of Ryder with hot guys and girls, and here was Felix with his bright red hair, and poor fashion choices. Thank God for Laura that he even had something decent to wear tonight.
“And this better not be about the camera.”
“I can’t . . . What I’m trying to say is . . . ugh . . . Why is this so hard?”
Ryder snorted, looking down at Felix’s crotch, which showed how turned on he was just being in Ryder’s presence. Felix glanced down and saw Ryder was pitching a tent as well. In fact, it was more like a gazebo. He chuckled at his own joke.
