I don’t know how I feel about that.
His phone rings, and he answers it promptly. “Hey Phin.” He smiles his Christmas morning smile which means…
“Yeah, I can do that… Of course… I’ll see you in a bit. Bye.”
“You want me to come.” I don’t even have to ask, and neither does he. He knows I’m there for him, no matter what.
“You know I do!” he laughs, winking at me.
I didn’t intend the double entendre, but I smirk because he pointed it out. “Do you want to drive?”
“Actually, he’s coming here,” he says, as he types out a text message. “I can’t wait for you to see his face. It’s my favorite face in the whole world.”
I’m sure it will be the most surprised face in the whole world when it sees me here, but that’s the way it is with Gael. He takes everything by force through the power of his unwavering happiness and optimism. He looks like a doll with huge blue eyes, curly blond hair, and the perpetual smile on his full red lips. It’s difficult for strangers to tell him no and impossible for me. I wouldn’t even if I wanted to. I’m his Yes-Man, and I don’t need to be anything else.
The doorbell rings while Gael showers, so I’m left to introduce myself to Phineas on my own. A huge barrel of a man with bright red hair, freckles spotting his skin, and surprised gray eyes stands on the front step when I open the door. He’s so tall he’ll have to duck to get through to get into the house.
“Phin?” I ask, though I can already see why this man’s face is Gael’s favorite. It’s everything altogether and each part separate. The freckles are intriguing and keep the eye moving from one to the next if you want to count them, but his gray eyes have something in them—they’re vulnerable but intelligent, shy maybe, or perhaps the man struggles with self-confidence, but there’s something beneath them—it’s unnerving and exciting all at once, yet I couldn’t name it if my life depended on it. His lashes stand out like they were painted on by an eight year old girl, and they match the ginger scruff and mustache above his full, rose red lips. He’s a mixture of hypermasculine and simply beautiful, and it’s hard to look away from him.
No wonder Gael wanted me to see him—he’sastonishing.
“Uh, yeah. Is Gael here?” His deep voice sounds like the bass guitar of a rock band: ridiculously important and underrated.
“Come on in. He’s in the shower. I’m Sin,” I say, observing the way he lumbers in, ducking to not hit the top of the door. The guy has to be over seven feet tall and built like a tank. His arms are at least as thick as my thighs, and I don’t skip leg day. Fuck, he’s big.
I close the door behind him and lead him to the living room. “I’ve got beer, soda, and water,” I offer.
“Water’s fine,” he rumbles, as he delicately sits on my couch. Hmmm. If he sticks around, I’ll need to get a sturdier couch. That’s something to keep in mind when I review the budget. Gael would hate it if his boyfriend broke my furniture.
I grab three reusable water bottles from the fridge and hand him one, and his giant paw engulfs the bottle almost completely.
“Phin!” Gael’s happy exclamation makes us both turn our heads.
Gael’s wearing nothing but a towel as he walks right up beside me. “What do you think?” he asks me, staring with his joyous blue eyes at the giant on my couch.
“Of what?” Phin asks, confused.
“He’s huge,” I reply, ignoring Phin’s question. “I can see why you like his face, though. It’s very interesting.” That’s an understatement, but Gael wouldn’t expect me to gush about anyone he brings home.
“It’s my favorite. His lips are soft, too,” Gael sighs. “I always want to kiss them.”
“So kiss them.” I love seeing Gael this happy even if the person doing it is bigger than both of us combined.
Gael walks between Phin’s legs and leans his hands on Phin’s shoulders, pushing him into the couch before pressing a kiss to the giant’s lips.
Phin watches Gael, eyes wide open, startled by the sudden kiss, but as I watch, Phin’s whole body relaxes. Gael opens his mouth and sucks on Phin’s lower lip, and only then does Phin close his eyes as he places his hands on Gael’s hips, engulfing my best friend’s waist entirely.
Gael pursues his passion for Phin until his dick gets hard under his towel, then stands up straight, shamelessly flaunting his erection. “Just his kiss makes me hard,” Gael sighs happily, stroking himself over the towel.
Phin’s face flushes with embarrassment as he glances at Gael’s hard-on, then to me, and then to the floor, turning his head away from Gael.
“Sin, kiss him too. His lips are amazing.”
“What?” Phin asks, startled—Gael never warns his lovers about me.
“I want Sin to try your lips because they’re perfect. Of all the lips I’ve ever kissed, yours are my favorite,” Gael explains with that joyful smile he always has when he’s sharing with me.
“You’ve never said that about anyone’s lips,” I hum, watching the giant man get uncomfortable with Gael’s insistence on sharing. “But if he doesn’t want to, I won’t make him.”
