Page 96 of Head Over Feels
“Arethose for me?”Felixasked, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, wait, let me get something to put them in.”Heturned around—he reallywasn’twearing anything under the apron—and bent over to rummage through the cabinet.Hepulled out the storage containerI’dused for the flowersI’dbrought him on our first official date.Fuck,Ineeded to get an actual vaseASAP.
Finallyfinding my voice,Isaid, “Thisis quite the homecoming.”
Felixpractically sashayed over to me, took the bouquet from my nerveless fingers, and kissed me on the cheek. “Imade beef stew for dinner.Itcan simmer for hours, fyi.”
Hefilled the container at the sink, unwrapped the flowers and stuck them in the water. “I’lltrim them later.I’vegot something to show you in the bedroom first.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Hetook my hand and led me to the primary bedroom, his pale ass cheeks bouncing and flexing with each step, the trailing ends of the blue apron strings tapping against the backs of his thick thighs.Holyhell.
Bythe time we reached the bedroom, my dick was fighting to get out of my pants.Itouched my belt buckle, butFelixturned around and batted my hand away.Hemade sure the side of my right leg was braced against the edge of the bed and set my cane against the wall.Nexthe helped me out of my jacket and went to work on my shirt buttons. “Whydo you wear so many clothes?” he complained.
Thebed had been stripped down to the bottom sheet.Lubeand condoms were placed prominently on the nightstand.AsFelixpeeled my shirt off,Isaid, “Let’sget tested.”
Felixpaused, my shirt dangling from his hand.Hesmiled brilliantly. “Yes, let’s.”Hetossed my shirt toward the dresser where he’d carefully laid my suit jacket.Thenmy arms were full ofFelix, and his mouth was hot on mine.
Theapron was stiff and coarse between our chests, butIcouldn’t get enough of running my hands over the soft skin of his back and ass.
Ipulled away from his mouth. “Imissed you,”Isaid into his ear.Hesmiled against my cheek.
“Metoo.I’mglad you’re home.”
Felixstepped back and helped me out of the rest of my clothes.Iwas sitting on the end of the bed, my dick standing tall and leaking precum.Felixdarted over to the nightstand, grabbed the lube and a condom, and rushed back. “EarlierIwas thinking about our first night together, soIwant to put my cock against yours and squeeze them oh, so tight.Thenwe can decide if we want more.”
Fuck.Ihad to grab the base of my dick to keep from coming.Felixsmirked, butIdidn’t begrudge him that.He’dfucking earned it.
Felixdropped the condom and lube on the bed next to me, then made a show of pulling one end of the apron strings.Whenit was untied he ripped the apron off and threw it over his shoulder to land somewhere on the floor.
Iscooted back on the bed a little andFelixstraddled my lap.Thefirst touch of his warm, leaking dick against mine made me groan.Hepoured some lube into his hand then gripped us together.Thiswas going to be a quick one.Idug my fingers into the meat of his ass cheeks and pulled him closer asIrubbed my beard into his neck, hoping to leave a red mark.
Felix’smouth met mine as his hands gripped, squeezed, and stroked our dicks.Thesound of the lube squelching only ratcheted up my arousal.
“Giveit to me,”Ibegged.Myorgasm was building, andIneededFelixto come with me.Itook one hand offFelix’sass and reached between our bodies to drag my fingers through the lube.Felixmade a little keening sound when my hand grazed his dick, butIwas on a mission.Iremoved my hand, and without warningIreached into his crease and pressed my forefinger against his hole.
“Oh!”Felixbucked and his hands tightened around us.Ishouted as my cum shot over his fingers and between our bodies.Felixshuddered, andIclasped him against me with one arm.Withthe otherIrhythmically pressed against his hole, prolonging his orgasm as much asIcould.
Hecollapsed onto my chest, his hands falling to his thighs.Ihugged him and pulled him down to the mattress.
“Dangit,” he said. “Idon’t know ifI’mgoing to be able to make it back to the kitchen after that.”
Ichuckled. “We’vegot all night.”
* * *
“RememberwhenItold you aboutCal’sdreams?”Felixasked as we walked out of the house to drive to the restaurantThursdaynight.
I’lladmitIhadn’t been convinced whenFelixtold me aboutCal’sso-called visions.Buttonight was already going to be difficult forFelix.IfCalhad made him even more upset with his dream bullshitIwas going to have it out with him. “Isthat why you’ve been acting jumpy all day?Ithought you were nervous about confronting the ex-dates tonight.”
Felixsighed. “Ididn’t tell you becauseIdidn’t want to stress you out.Butif it comes true, you need to be prepared.”
Ibit back my knee-jerk response.Wegot into theBuickandIput my cane behindFelix’sseat.Holdingon to my temper,Ifaced him. “Okay, tell me.What’stoday’s prediction?”
Felix’smouth pressed into a hard line, soItried to keep my expression neutral.Icouldn’t manage anything more encouraging.Hestill hesitated, soIgrabbed his hand. “Justtell me.”
Imassaged his fingers, waiting.Aftera minute he told me, “Calsaid in his dream there was a lot of shouting, somebody pulled out a gun, and someone got arrested.Hesaid it was all jumbled up and he didn’t recognize anyone but us.Whichmeans he couldn’t describe anybody because if they’re strangers they show up as sort of blank in his visions.”
