Feliks Łukasiewicz sat back at his dining room table. It had been hours since his boyfriend Feliciano Vargas had ran off out the door in search of "something special" for him. He really hoped his darling Feli hadn't gotten lost or anything like that. But then again, those kinds of things did happen with him. Often.
Feliks let out a sigh and laid his head on the table, something Feliciano hated him doing. Feliciano thought it got the table dirty at times, but Feliks really didn't care. Why should it matter? It wasn't like they didn't wipe the table clean before every meal every day anyway. So it didn't matter what happened on that table, it was going to get cleaned anyway.
He smirked to himself as he imagined some of the things he wanted to do on that table. One day, he imagined dancing barefoot on the tabletop to loud music from the living room with Feliciano. He imagined taking a nice, long nap on the table. He even imagined doing intimate things with Feliciano on the table, things that made him blush and sit up straight.
A deep blush filled his cheeks. Damn, he hated how he blushed so easily. But he knew that Feliciano loved it so much, always saying that red was his favorite color. Feliks thought he said red was his favorite color just so that he himself wouldn't feel bad about the blush on his cheeks and continue with life. Then again, with Feliciano, no one could ever tell.
Feliks considered himself one of the luckiest men in the world to be able to hold the heart of Feliciano Vargas. Many had tried, but only two had ever succeeded. That would be him and Otto Beilschmidt. A surge of pride went through Feliks's heart whenever he looked over at Feliciano and just knew that the furthest Feliciano had ever gone with another person was with him, knowing that Feliciano had dated Otto back in middle school, so the furthest they ever went was just kissing. Feliks had gone all the way, the ultimate test of love for him.
He sighed happily and then went back to his napping position, his head on the table. His mind thought back to the day after he and Feliciano had slept together for the first time. That morning had been so cute and awkward and wonderful all at once.
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One Year Before
Feliks wandered into the kitchen the morning after making love to Feliciano for the first time and the atmosphere felt weird as he looked up at Feliciano. He couldn't explain it, but it was both heavy and light at the same time. It weirded him out a little bit.
"Feli?" he softly asked. "Is everything alright?"
Feliciano turned to look at him and blushed. "Of course," he quietly answered before smiling his wide, trademark smile. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"You're being really quiet right now, and that's nothing like you," Feliks answered. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," Feliciano answered, leaning back against the countertop. "I guess I don't know how I'm supposed to feel right now. I'm a little sore, but I'm so in love that I can't bear it. But I don't know what to do about all of my feelings, you know? I don't know how to feel about all of this because I just…" His voice trailed off. "I don't know how to feel the morning after because I've never experienced the morning after…."
Feliks nodded. "I understand." He smiled at Feliciano. "The morning after your first time is different from any other morning you will ever have in your entire life. But I'll help make it easier for you. Why don't you tell me what you want, and I'll make it for you?"
"You will?" Feliciano asked, eyes sparkling with wonder and excitement. "That's wonderful!"
"So what would you like?" Feliks asked him. He leaned against the counter with him, green eyes piercing into Feliciano's amber eyes. "I'll make you anything you desire."
"I would like cinnamon buns," Feliciano timidly answered, looking away from his boyfriend's gaze. He couldn't handle Feliks's piercing, green eyes. "And maybe some coffee."
"Cinnamon buns and coffee?" Feliks asked, making sure he heard correctly.
Feliciano timidly nodded.
Feliks kissed Feliciano's cheek gently. "I'll make them right up for you, my dear. Why don't you go sit at the table?"
The young Italian nodded and went to do as told. As he sat, he twiddled his thumbs, wishing that he could help Feliks as a payment for the wonderful feelings he had given him the night before. But as he thought more, he realized that he would only get in the way and decided against it. After all, if Feliks was going to do something nice for him like that, he might as well let him do it since it was so rare that Feliks offered something like that.
Feliks stood in the kitchen, working his ass off to try to make only the best for his darling Feliciano, though he knew Feliciano was much better at baking that he could ever dream to be. He knew that if he asked his darling Feli for any help, he would gladly help him, but he wanted to do it on his own to make it special. It made him feel like a fool. As he thought more about it, it would be much more fun to do it together, just like how what they did last night was much more enjoyable with two people instead of just one.
"Feli!" Feliks called to him. "Could you come here for a moment?"
Feliciano lifted his head and ran into the kitchen, nearly running into Feliks. "Yes?" he asked, smiling eagerly. "What is it, darling?"
Feliks blushed. "I thought more about it, and it would be much more fun to do these things together, wouldn't it?"
The young Italian grinned from ear to ear. "That sounds wonderful!" he cheerfully said. "I would love to, Feliks! Let's do that instead!" He looked over Feliks's batter for the cinnamon buns and tasted it. "No, more sugar and cinnamon," he simply said before sprinkling more of each in. He smiled at Feliks and pecked his lips. "Allow me to help you."
The Polish man nodded. "Of course, Feli," he said, grinning. "You know best, don't you? I know I make the better coffee out of the two of us, so I can do that."
Feliciano grinned at him. "Perfect! We make a great team, don't we?" He giggled. "This is going to be the best breakfast we've ever had, right after the best night we've ever had!"
Feliks blushed. "You're right," he softly said. "Feliciano, you're absolutely right."
And it was. They had a wonderful breakfast made by the two of them. The cinnamon buns were baked to perfection and the coffee was brewed just right. Neither of them had a single complaint in the back of their minds. They both thought it was absolutely perfect.
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Present Day
Feliks began to grow antsy. Where was Feliciano? He should've been back by then, right? How long was this "something special" going to take to get? It should've been gotten by then. He had begun to worry that Feliciano was gone by then.
Moments later, Feliciano burst through the front door, out of breath. He ran into the living room as Feliks quickly lifted his head off of the table. "Good evening," Feliciano greeted, smiling. "How are you?"
"Been worried," Feliks answered. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in three hours!"
"That long?" Feliciano asked. "I didn't realize it had taken me that long."
"Surely you would've noticed the sun had set!" Feliks exclaimed, gesturing toward the window. He threw his hands in the air when Feliciano shook his head. "Airhead," he grumbled.
Feliciano smiled. "I know something that will cheer you right up!"
"Like what?" Feliks asked.
"You're going to have to get up," Feliciano said, grabbing his hands.
"I'm staying right here," Feliks grumbled. "I don't like going outside in the dark."
"But I worked so hard," Feliciano complained. "Please? It will only be for just a moment? There is enough light to see it if we hurry!"
"Fine," Feliks sighed, letting himself be dragged to the door the moment he was on his feet.
Feliciano led him toward their backyard as he wondered what kind of ridiculous stunt his boyfriend had pulled this time.
"Tada!" Feliciano shouted, causing Feliks to jump. He gestured to a large display before them that caused Feliks's green eyes to widen.
It was a flower display that read, "Ti amo, Feliks!" in corn poppies. The red flowers shone a deeper red in the fading sunlight, causing an even more romantic mood between the two.
Feliks looked over at Feliciano. "Corn poppies, the national flower of Poland," he softly said. "Where did you find them?"
"I picked them in the field down the lane," Feliciano said, pointing down a side street. "It took awhile, though.
Feliks smiled and grabbed Feliciano by the waist, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you too, Feliciano," he said against his lover's lips. "I love you so much."
Feliciano smiled. "Well good," he said. "I picked these for you."
