Chapter 52
"Unca Luke!"
"Hey birthday boy," Luke exclaimed, kneeling down in just enough time to place Landon on the floor before Georgie plowed into him. "How are you doing today kiddo?"
"Good," Georgie replied wrapping his chubby arms around Luke's neck for a hug. "Uncle Robbie and Uncle Rory are here."
"Are they? That's really cool. Did they come to spend your birthday with you?" Georgie nodded emphatically as Landon looked up with a pout prominent on his face.
Mommy's here too," Georgie continued slowly as Reid moved around Luke, tousling Georgie's hair as he went past. "Stop uncle Weed!" Georgie exclaimed swatting at the older man.
"Dada up," Landon said determined that someone was going to pay him attention.
"Is your son being territorial again?" Krystl chuckled as she entered the room followed closely by Lucas who ran over to give Reid a hug.
"Landon, no," Luke said sternly when the small tyke stumped his feet and started to cry.
"Don't pick him up," Reid asserted quickly when Krystl moved forward to scoop him up. "He's just throwing a temper tantrum and we've been teaching him that he doesn't always get what he wants."
"How's that working for you?" Krystl asked smiling at Reid and Luke who was listening to Georgie chatter on.
"He has his moments as you can see," Reid said raising an eyebrow. "Where's your daddy kiddo?" he asked turning his attention to Lucas who was still smiling up at him.
"He's in the kitchen cooking," Lucas explained. "Uncle Robbie and Uncle Loren are in there too."
"Well let's go see them then," Reid said taking the small boy's hand and leading him into the kitchen. Landon pouted, though Krystl wasn't sure if it was because he had been reprimanded or because he was a stubborn Snyder. He plopped down on the floor and looked up at his daddy as if to say he could be a good boy.
Georgie wriggled out of Luke's grasp and proceeded to walk over to Landon, sitting down beside him to wrap his arms around him.
"Awww how cute," Krystl cooed as Landon hugged him back. Georgie planted a kiss on Landon's cheek and scampered off leaving Landon to laugh as he attempted to follow him. "That was sweet."
"They can be," Luke smiled after them. "So how are you," He asked stepping forward to greet Krystl properly.
"I'm good," Krystl said patting him on the back before pulling away to look at him. "You look like you're taking care of yourself. How's school going?"
"School has been a piece of cake compared to taking care of the munchkin lately," Luke laughed. "Not that I would trade a minute of it for anything. I think Lan is going through his terrible twos before he even hits two."
"That's what happens when he has Georgie as a best friend," Krystl smirked. "He's really behaved today, but don't let the innocence fool you. James calls him the little demon sometimes."
"That doesn't surprise me actually," Luke smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "So he's calling you mommy now?"
"Mmmhmmm," Krystl smiled softly crossing her arms as she glanced in the direction the boys had run in. "Just the other day actually. I came over after work and that was what he called me when I picked him up."
"I think it's sweet," Luke admitted fondly. "I mean it seems almost natural, after all you are the only one he knows."
"You know I'm not trying to replace Maddie though."
"I know that, and so does James, I'm sure. You couldn't anymore than Reid could replace Noah. But it is what it is you know? Lan and Georgie were both so small…you and Reid are all they know. It's a very natural thing, and quite frankly I love it. You make James so happy, and I can tell you love those boys. I couldn't have picked a better partner for him."
"I love you too, Luke," Krystl said hugging him close again. "That's very sweet of you to say."
"It's just the truth," Luke shrugged sheepishly. "I'm just glad you're my sister."
"That makes Kraig your brother you know?"
"Yes," Luke laughed. "Reid's fellow foodie, I swear sometimes they talk more than he and I do. How is he anyway is he coming today?"
"He said he'd try. It is Valentine's day after all."
"Is he seeing someone?" Luke asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I think so, but he's being very secretive about it. He would only say that he had important plans today, but he would try to come by…especially if it meant he could see you and Reid."
"Probably more Reid then me," Luke chuckled, "but I hope he comes. I would love to see him. I never seem to run into him at school."
"No don't say the S word," Laurie teased as he entered the room. "It should be banned from the house today," he moved forward to give Luke a hug. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Same to you." Luke smiled at his son. "Did you see your brother?"
"He's in the kitchen being bratty," Laurie replied with a shrug.
"Laurie," Krystl laughed. "That's not nice."
"But it's true," Laurie insisted. "Uncle Reid gave him something to drink, but he didn't want that. He wanted to drink what Uncle Reid had…which was beer so of course he wasn't getting any. Reid told him to sit down and drink his water, and he threw the cup."
"Oh my," Krystl gasped.
"Yeah, unfortunately the cup hit Georgie so he started crying, which got Lucas upset."
"I better go in there and see what's up," Luke sighed. "I'm sorry he's being such a handful today."
"Kids will be kids," Krystl lamented sadly. "I'll come with you. I want to make sure Georgie's okay."
They entered the kitchen just as a loud whistle filled the air courtesy of James, who was standing by the stove with Reid and Robbie by his side. Lucas, Georgie, and Landon were sitting at the table, their eyes red from crying, their expressions were angry. Landon even had a pout on his face, but the only sound was the subtle sniffling as all three of them attempted not to cry.
"That's better," James said in his calm yet stern voice. "Now do you think you can all manage to behave until your grandparents get here? Lucas?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."
"It's okay buddy."
"I sowwy too daddy," Georgie sniffed.
"Sowwy." Landon said putting his head down, though he looked up through his long lashes trying to make eye contact with his father.
"Need any help," Luke asked making his presence known.
"Hey," James said his eyes brightening at the sight of his best friend.
"Hey yourself," Luke replied moving forward to hug him. "Hey Robbie."
Robbie simply waved, a small smile crossing his lips before he mumbled something about getting some air. Laurie shot an apologetic look their way before rushing off after him leaving the adults to finish working on the cooking. Krystl watched over the kids who were on a time out, while Luke spent most of his time swatting Reid away from the food.
The kids were allowed to move once George and Lucinda arrived. George settled all three of them on the couch giving each a gift to preoccupy them. It was Georgie's birthday, but George didn't think that anyone should be left out of the equation. Laurie returned to the house without Robbie and joined the group in the living room, though his eyes every so often moved to the door as If he expected his boyfriend to walk through them any minute.
In the kitchen Reid was sitting at the table eating from a plate heaped with food while Krystl worked on spooning out food for the kids. Luke was checking something in the oven and James took a taste of the sauce simmering on the stove.
"He seemed really distant," Luke was saying as he closed the oven. He and James had been discussing Robbie for the past five minutes. Neither of them could figure out what was wrong with their brother.
"He's been like that since he got here," James remarked. "I asked him if he was sick, but he said he's okay."
"Maybe he's just a little stressed," Reid suggested from his seat at the table. "College can be very taxing sometimes. He could be tired."
"Maybe," Luke frowned. He wanted to believe Reid's reasoning, but something just felt off and he couldn't put his finger on it.
"You could ask Laurie?" Krystl suggested. "Though Reid is right, he could just be a little stressed or maybe he just doesn't feel well today. You know what college is like."
"Yeah I do," Luke retorted, which is exactly why I'm worried. I guess we all deal with things differently…I just hope he's okay."
"And as for talking to Laurence, I doubt that would do any good," Reid added. "He's as loyal as they come, even if there was something going on I don't think he'd say so unless Robert was in some kind of danger."
"I'm worried about him too," James placed the spoon he was using in the sink and turned off the stove, "but perhaps Reid and Krystl are right and it's just stress. He is doing a dual major after all, and he knows he can talk to us if he needs to."
"I hope you're right," Luke sighed. "Anyway, food's ready, let's get this party started shall we?"
Robbie was just about to head back into the house when he heard his name being called. He turned and was surprised to see who was coming towards him. "Christopher?" he asked as his friend stopped in front of him. "What are you doing here?"
"I was invited," Chris replied with a smile. "What are you doing out here in the cold?"
"Just needed a little air," Robbie explained. "It was getting stuffy inside."
"Well air is one thing, but I don't think you need to be out here any longer. You'll catch hypothermia. Let's go inside."
"Okay," Robbie said allowing Chris to steer him in the direction of the house. All laughter and chatter ceased when they entered the family room, as everyone turned to look at the newcomers.
"Are you feeling better?" Laurie asked his attention immediately focused on Robbie as he stood and came over to him."
"Yeah.," Robbie said accepting Laurie's hug and holding on for an extra moment. "I'm sorry I've been so distant today…I just, I'm not feeling well. I think the stress of school is getting to me."
"It's okay," Laurie said pulling back to look at his boyfriend. "I'm not worried about what the day is, RJ. I just want you to be alright."
"He'll be fine as long as he stops standing out in the cold," Chris spoke up bumping Robbie's shoulder teasingly.
"Hey," Laurie said smiling at his friend. I'm glad you could make it. Have you been enjoying your birthday?"
"Yes," Chris said averting his gaze before Laurie noticed the blush staining his cheeks. "I don't think I met all of you," he said looking around at the assembled family. "Hi Dr. Oliver, Mr. Snyder," he said acknowledging Reid and Luke. "You must be James," he smiled at the redhead with eyes as green as Robbie's, "and these must be the nephews Robbie talks about all the time. Which one of you is having your birthday today? "
"Me!" Georgie squealed waving his hands in the air.
"Well then I hope you don't mind sharing with me," Chris laughed. "It's my birthday too."
While Chris spoke with Georgie, James excused himself to answer the door. He returned seconds later with Kraig who was already surveying the room as he stuffed his keys in his pocket. He had to hide his smile as he watched Chris interact with the kids.
"Hey you made it," Krystl's voice drew Kraig's attention and he focused on giving his sister a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I thought you said you had plans."
"I did," Kraig admitted. "And actually I do, but I wanted to see the birthday boy and I want you to meet my valentine."
"So you are seeing someone," she said drawing back to look at him.
"I'd like to know how this young man got invited to our little party," Lucinda piped up squinting at Chris coyly.
"Grandmother," Luke scolded lightly. "Everyone's welcome in this house."
"I'm not disputing that, darling. I just want to know how the young man came to be here. Did one of you invite him," she asked directing her question to Laurie and Robbie."
"Actually he's with me," Kraig spoke up, a smile lighting his lips as he watched the shock register on the faces around him. He beckoned Christopher with his finger and wrapped his arm around the young man when he came to stand beside him. Chris looked up at him adoringly as he once again addressed the room, his eyes locking on his sister who smiled at him.
"Everyone I'd like you to meet Christopher."
"I guess you're not so shy after all, huh?" Reid said raising an eyebrow at his nephew's roommate."
"Um…well," Chris blushed ducking his head shyly.
"I take that back," Reid smirked earning him a swat from his boyfriend.
"But he's just a kid," Lucinda scoffed as she gave Chris a once over. "He can't be more than seventeen or eighteen at most. Is he even eating solid food yet?"
"Actually I'm nineteen, Ma'am," Chris said with a surprising show of courage. Most would crumble under the scrutiny of Lucinda Walsh, but he didn't seem to mind her brashness.
"Still," Lucinda continued directing her next question to Kraig. "How old are you?
"Thirty-three," Kraig replied coolly, keeping his tone respectful. "And before you ask I'm sure there are many guys closer to my age whom I could swoon over, but none of them are Christopher and that's what counts."
"Grandmother , that's enough," Luke reprimanded, before Lucinda could speak again. "Kraig is right the age thing is irrelevant. The feelings are what matter here. And I don't know about everyone else but I don't appreciate you making Chris feel uncomfortable."
"I'm okay," Chris spoke up, his words contradicting his actions as he seemed to shrink into Kraig's embrace.
"Besides I don't think any one of us can discriminate about age difference," James added his two cents.
"Hmmph," Lucinda huffed, though she did remain quiet, taking solace in her husband's comforting embrace.
It didn't take long for everyone to get back into the business of celebrating after Kraig's big announcement. He introduced Chris to his sister formally, and she gave him a hug and told him she was happy to meet him. She was further intrigued when Chris explained that he too had a twin he didn't get to see as often as he would like since they were studying at different schools.
The house was full of chatter, laughter and kids running or toddling around squealing and having a good time. Reid and Kraig took a moment to catch up, while Chris talked with Robbie and Laurie about his morning. It was obvious to them that their friend was enjoying his birthday immensely; and he was excited to be a part of their family, even if it was only by association."
"It doesn't matter really how you become a Snyder," Robbie said with a genuine welcoming smile. "Once you're a Snyder you're a Snyder for life."
"That sounds like a nice sentiment," Chris said smiling himself. "It's nice to be a part of a family that seems to care about each other. I mean don't get me wrong I adore my parents and my twin sister of course, but there is a lot of distance, and a lot of darkness lurking in the shadows. I think that's part of the reason why I came to Chicago; to escape it all."
"That makes sense," Robbie stated his expression thoughtful.
"Well as long as you know that we consider you family, you're good," Laurie said patting his roommate on the shoulder.
"Which means you're always welcome with or without Kraig," Robbie added even as the subject of conversation stepped up behind them.
"What are you guys talking about?" He asked wrapping his arm around Christopher's waist.
"Robert and Laurie were just telling me I was welcome here," Chris replied smiling at him.
"That goes for you too of course, Kraig," Robbie said slightly embarrassed that Kraig may have taken his comment out of context.
"Thank you Robbie," Kraig said holding up his hand in a show of good will. Robbie gladly offered his and Chris and Laurie watched as the two men shared a brotherly hug. "No hard feelings," he whispered in Robbie's ear before pulling back with a smile. Robbie smiled too and stepped back beside Laurie while Kraig focused his attention once more on Chris. "You ready to go?"
"Mmmhmmm," Chris nodded, his expression reflective as he looked around the cheery family room. "Let's say goodbye to everyone first."
"Hey guys," Kraig called getting everyone's attention. "It's been fun, but I'm afraid Christopher and I have to get going. I have one last birthday surprise for him."
"Don't you think that's a little too much information, Darling?"
"Grandmother!"
"Mother!"
"Lucinda, really?"
Kraig just smirked as Chris buried his face in his shoulder, his cheeks burning red. "Actually I'm taking him to a concert. So if you'll excuse us." They left to a chorus of goodbyes and well wishes, and Robbie and Laurie telling them they'd see them on campus.
"You know she meant well right?" Kraig asked chancing a glance at Christopher while they were stalled at a light.
"I know," Chris replied looking away from the window he'd been looking out for the past few minutes. "I'm not offended or anything, and not necessarily worried. She is right though, you are older…what if-"
"None of that today," Kraig cut him off, placing his free hand on top of Chris's knee. "I know you have concerns and your insecurities about our age difference, Christopher. I want you to know I do think about these things, and I have the same concerns," he smiled kindly at the bewildered look on his boyfriend's face. "Even I have my moments," he winked. "But I meant what I said, I want to be with you, and I will tell you that as often as you need to hear it." He kissed his hand and focused once more on the road. "Did you enjoy our little visit?" he asked once they were moving again.
"I did," Chris smiled as he turned slightly in his chair. "I can't believe you introduced me to your sister. That alone makes me feel good about this thing…us," he blushed slightly and bit his lip.
"You are cute when you're flustered," Kraig reached over to run his fingers through Chris's hair.
"I am not," Chris said swatting his hand away. "I like Krystl a lot, she's so nice and she was sweet to me. I told her my grandfather was a doctor, and she said she's actually heard of him. She studied some of his research in medical school. I thought that was pretty cool. She asked me about my sister too."
"I hope I get to meet your sister some day."
I'd like that," Chris grinned. "Are we really going to see a concert?"
"Kind of," Kraig said reaching in his glove compartment for an envelope which he promptly handed to Christopher.
"Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty?" He asked as he pulled the tickets from their envelope. "You got us tickets to see Sleeping Beauty?"
"You've seen it?" he asked glancing at him out the corner of his eye.
"Seen it I've danced it!" Chris replied proudly. It's only one of the most beautiful ballets ever choreographed and Tchaikovsky's score is breathtaking.."
"Does that mean I shouldn't take you to see it?"
"It's my favorite ballet. I'd love to share it with you," Chris smiled sincerely.
"That was incredible," Chris enthused as they left the theater. Kraig watched for a moment as his boyfriend seemed to pirouette across the parking lot, stopping only when he reached their car. "Did you like it?" he asked breathlessly when Kraig caught up with him.
"I think I enjoy watching you dance more," Kraig replied honestly as he pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Chris melted against him, wrapping his arms around his neck deepening the embrace. It was a few moments before he pulled back, his arms slipping down to Kraig's chest to gently push him away. "Did you enjoy the performance though?" he asked, his is eyes gleaming with excitement.
Kraig could tell that his answer was important to Christopher, but the fact didn't stop him from snagging one last kiss before he replied. "I loved it," he said cupping Chris's face with his hand. "You are right, Tchaikovsky's score is flawless and this particular company did a wonderful interpretation of the story. "I think my favorite part was watching you watch it though. Your face just shines with radiance. I hope you look at me that way someday."
"Keep kissing me like that and maybe I will," Chris replied, kissing Kraig one last time before moving around to the passenger's side of the vehicle.
Kraig chuckled as he unlocked the door and they climbed inside. They shared a smile while buckling their seatbelts, and Kraig placed his right hand on Chris's knee while his other hand remained safely on the steering wheel.
"Where are we?" Chris asked as Kraig pulled up in front of a bakery.
"Just wait here," Kraig replied kissing his cheek before slipping out the car. He was back five minutes later holding a small box which he settled on Chris's lap. "No peeking," he warned when Chris attempted to look inside. "That's your final surprise for the night and you will see it soon enough.
"Whatever it is it smells heavenly," he commented as he held the box carefully in his grasp. Kraig just nodded, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove them through the streets of Chicago heading back towards Evanston. "I can't have a little peek?"
"No," Kraig laughed pulling into the parking lot of his building. He grabbed the box from Chris before getting out of the car, and walked around to open Chris's door for him. He held the box with one hand, taking Chris's hand with the other as they stepped on to the elevator. The doors opened up to the open expanse of Kraig's loft.
'Now can I peek," Chris asked as the doors closed locking them inside.
"You're adorable when you beg," Kraig commented setting the box down on the island in the kitchen. "And even cuter when you pout," he remarked, pulling his boyfriend closer to nibble on his bottom lip. "Mmmm," he moaned as the teasing turned into a sweet kiss. "One more surprise remember."
"Can't we just skip right to dessert," Chris asked fluttering his eyelashes.
"Don't tempt me," Kraig kissed him on the forehead before letting him go completely to head into the kitchen.
"Is there anything I can do to help," Chris asked leaning against the island to watch Kraig work.
"You're the birthday boy," Kraig replied as he checked on the roasted prime rib that had been slow cooking all day. "All you need to do is enjoy your special day."
"I have enjoyed it a lot," Chris admitted. "It's my dad's birthday too, and the fact that it's supposed to be the most romantic day of the year didn't always work in my sister's and my favor."
"Well today it will," Kraig said coming over to kiss Chris softly on the lips. "I know what you mean though. Just think how my sister and I felt fourteen years ago when the towers fell on our birthday."
"This wouldn't be a good time to comment that I was only five when that happened would it?"
Kraig chuckled and ruffled his hair before turning his attention back to the new potatoes he was preparing.
"I can vaguely remember it though," Chris told him. "We were five, but we were living in New York at the time and I can remember mom and dad being really sad when they picked us up from school.
"I think the whole world was sad that day," Kraig remarked reflectively. "But we won't think about it now. I want you to enjoy the rest of your birthday and Valentine 's Day so…lets go get changed," He abandoned the food and moved around the table to pull Chris into his arms. "We'll eat and then I will pamper you."
"Sounds like a plan," Chris said wrapping his arms around Kraig's neck.
They returned to the living room fifteen minutes later wearing silk paisley lounging pajamas which had been one of Chris's gifts from Kraig. "Something smells really good," Chris commented as he settled down on the couch. "When did you have time to cook."
"This has been slow cooking all day," Kraig explained as he basted the rib with a heavy wine sauce.
"You cooked for me," Chris said awed.
"You deserve a special dinner," Kraig smiled and finished cutting potatoes and preparing the asparagus to cook.
"And what else do you have planned?"
"You'll see," Kraig said as he poured wine into two glasses. He walked over to join Chris on the couch and handed him the glass that was only a quarter full. "Sip on that," he instructed, "it's to be savored, not gulped."
"You're trusting me with wine?" Chris asked with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you afraid I'll get drunk…or is that what you want?"
Kraig laughed as he took a sip from his own wine glass. "I don't need to get you drunk to have my way with you, Christopher. I thought you knew that by now."
Chris cleared his throat even as his cheeks turned as dark as the wine in the glass he was holding. "You did that on purpose," he accused, his tone playful as he swatted at Kraig who chuckled and took a hold of his hand, kissing it softly before releasing it.
"Are you ready to eat?" kraig asked taking another sip from his glass. Chris nodded and Kraig stood pulling the younger man with him, and led him to the small dining room area. Chris set his glass of wine on the table, settling down in his seat per Kraig's instructions. He watched as his boyfriend served up two plates of rib, asparagus and red new potatoes.
"Everything smells so good," he complimented picking up his fork to stab a potato wedge. "MMm, this is delicious," he said savoring the delicious combination of spices hitting his palette all at once. He took another bite and closed his eyes, as if that was the secret to enjoying every single morsel.
Kraig ate his food silently all the while watching Chris. He was thinking that he needed to cook for Chris more often. Watching him eat was turning into a real treat. "Are you having fun over there, Christopher?" he asked his voice sultry and deep.
Chris opened his eyes and looked deep into the jade orbs staring back at him. He swallowed the piece of meat he had been chewing and reached for his glass of wine to wet his throat before he could speak. "I'm sorry," he said turning shy. "I must look like I haven't been eating all day huh?"
"You will never get a complaint from me about eating," Kraig laughed lightly. "I love cooking, but I love to eat more."
"SO do I," Chris smiled as he took another bite of his rib. "I work up quite the appetite dancing."
Kraig hid a smile behind his wine glass and returned his attention back to his food. They kept their conversation light as they continued their meal. Every now and then Kraig would feed Chris something from his plate, and then proceed to kiss the bit of sauce off the side of his mouth. Somehow they made it through the meal despite the fact that it seemed that as much as each of them loved food, their hunger for each other was even greater.
After dinner Kraig cleaned up the dishes while Chris sat on a stool at the island with his left hand soaking in a bowl of warm soapy water. He continued to sip leisurely on his wine while the warm water worked its magic on his skin making it both soft and clean. A timer sounded and Kraig came over with a soft towel to gently dry his hand while the other was placed in the warm water.
Chris watched as Kraig turned his left hand over, holding it gently in his grasp. He poured a dollop of oil into the palm and started to rub with slow easy strokes. The oil started warming up as it was massaged into Chris's skin and he sighed contentedly at how good it felt. Kraig took his time pulling gently on each finger, stretching them, flexing them, wanting Chris to feel the benefits of what he was doing.
When he was done with the fingers he returned his attention to the palm using counterclockwise circles to smooth the skin. Chris couldn't believe how good this felt, and he wasn't sure if it was the massage itself or the man administering the careful finger work. His hand tingled and he felt especially relaxed.
Kraig continued working on the left hand turning it palm down, using his thumb to make long strokes. Chris felt every bit of the pressure as Kraig's thumb moved from each point between his fingers. The massage continued down to Chris's wrist, where Kraig applied just enough pressure to make him sigh. And as if that weren't enough he blew on each finger before allowing the hand to rest on the clean towel. He followed the procedure again, this time using the oil and the strokes on Chris's right hand until it too felt just as good as the left.
After the massage his hands rested comfortably on the fluffy towel while Kraig dipped strawberries into chocolate and fed them to him.
"I think I'm going to blindfold you," Kraig said after wiping the strawberry juice off his chin.
"Why," Chris asked warily as he looked up at him.
"So we can play a game." Kraig gave him a kiss before disappearing into the other room. Chris could hear him shuffling around for something, and he soon returned with a silk scarf in his hands. He was gentle as he used the scarf to cover his boyfriend's eyes, not wanting to hurt him. "This isn't too tight is it?"
"No it's good," Chris replied, more than willing to allow Kraig to have all the control. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked only partially teasing.
Kraig grinned, but he didn't answer Chris's question. Instead he went to the tray of strawberries and took one into his hand. He dipped it into one of the sauces and held the luscious fruit up to Chris's lips. Chris's tongue slipped out immediately to taste the sweet goodness mixed with the juicy fruit and he moaned.
"That's white chocolate," he guessed as his tongue worked to catch every bit of juice and chocolate he could reach.
"How about this," Kraig asked bringing another berry to his lips. This time when the tongue flicked Kraig moved the fruit out of reach causing Chris to groan and pout. Kraig brought the berry closer again, this time allowing the tip to touch Chris's top lip. Chris opened his mouth wide enough to recieve a small bite of the fruit before it was taken away from him again.
"Dark chocolate," he said savoring the taste. "Dark chocolate mingling with Strawberry…it's almost as good as sex."
That earned him the desired reaction when he felt Kraig's lips against his. He moaned into Kraig's mouth as the older man cupped his cheeks and deepened the kiss until Chris couldn't breathe and had to pull away.
"I said almost," he gasped as Kraig pulled him off the stool, and flush against him. His arms instinctively wrapped around Kraig's neck as he felt himself moving backwards until his lower back dug into the counter. He felt Kraig's hands on his waist as he was lifted up until he was sitting on smooth surface.
Kraig stood back for a moment, looking at the perfection sitting before him. Chris still had his blindfold on, and he looked by all appearances like the picture of innocence. His bruised lips were slightly parted as if he anticipated the kiss that was coming, and his hair was already a tousled mess. His cheeks were puffed and tinted red, and Kraig wouldn't help but wonder just how far the blush extended down his flesh.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked even as Kraig's hands rested on his silk covered shoulders. He was keenly aware of the fact that he couldn't see his boyfriend, but he could smell him, and he could smell the desire that matched his own. He heard the parting of silk, and felt the hint of air as his shirt was opened, and there was no mistaking the feel of Kraig's fingers on his skin. There was something truly erotic about not seeing his lover as he touched him, and all he wanted to do was kiss him again.
Kraig stepped in between his legs and cupped his face bringing their lips together in a kiss that was both sweet and sultry. Chris wrapped his long legs around Kraig's waist, his arms around his neck as Kraig lifted him off the counter. Their mouths were still connected as he walked them up the steps that led to the bedroom.
Kraig lowered him down to the bed and immediately started to rain kisses down his face and his neck. He lavished attention on every inch of skin before moving to the next patch, his fingers working their magic, causing Chris to moan and writhe as his hands moved about in his attempts to touch Kraig.
He moved up to kiss him again, allowing his tongue to slip inside his mouth, sucking and licking as if his intent was to literally take Chris's breath away.
"I want to see you," he gasped between kisses.
"You will," Kraig said kissing him again. "I'm going to watch your eyes when you come."
Kraig could feel the shudder that rocked Chris's body at that statement and he kissed him again before continuing his descent down his lover's long lean body. He was quick with his movements as he relieved Chris of his pajama bottoms allowing them to fall into a pool on the floor. He heard Chris's sharp intake of breath as he wrapped his fingers around the swollen member before him. His tongue flicked out licking the tip before blowing on it lightly. Chris writhed on the bed, his hands fisting the sheets as Kraig took him into his mouth, sucking lightly at first before finding a rhythm.
He knew when his boyfriend was ready to blow. The body beneath him stiffened and he reached up his hands to lift the scarf away from those beautiful grey eyes. They were dark with desire and Kraig returned his hands to his shaft squeezing lightly as he continued to suck.
The friction he caused was enough to send his boyfriend over the edge. He watched as Chris exploded, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he shot into Kraig's mouth. Kraig swallowed every generous drop, continuing to tug until he was certain he had gotten it all.
Chris could hear the rustle of silk and knew that Kraig was somewhere above him taking off his clothes. He knew the moment Kraig was beside him again and immediately moved towards him, feeling Kraig's strong arms wrap around his waist. Their lips met in a kiss that was almost desperate as Chris craved the taste of himself on his lover's tongue. The embrace didn't last as long as he would have liked and he groaned in protest of the loss of contact.
Thanks to the blindfold his senses were heightened and he could hear a drawer opening, the ripping of a packet and the popping of a top. A sharp intake of breath was his only reaction to the sudden coldness he felt as Kraig's finger entered him. It didn't matter how often they did this, he always got a kick out of that first sensation;' and his lover knew it.
One finger quickly became two and then three before Chris was completely stretched and ready for what was to come. He whimpered at the loss of connection, but it wasn't long before he found his legs resting on Kraig's shoulders as his hardened member pressed inside of him. He shifted his hips to meet Kraig's every thrust. Kraig's thrusts were long and deep as if he fully intended to make sure Chris never forgot this night.
When he felt himself getting close Kraig reached for Chris's hand guiding it to his own cock. He wrapped his hand around Chris's as they stroked the swollen member together. Kraig continued to thrust as they pumped, moving at a rapid pace hoping to speed along his lover's climax. As it turned out the speed was unnecessary as Chris let out a guttural cry, coating both their hands and his torso as he rode out his orgasm.
Kraig followed suit seconds later, burying himself deep inside Chris. He collapsed on top of him, rolling to the side as his softened member pulled out, eliciting a moan of protest from Chris. He chuckled and pulled the younger man too him, kissing him softly as he wrapped his arms around him tightly.
Chris's sweaty hair was matted against his forehead as he rested his head against Kraig's heart. Kraig untied the scarf yet again, and Chris blinked as his eyes grew accustomed to the dim lighting.
"Mmmm," Chris giggled as he caught the sticky nuts in his hand before they could fall on the sheets. "This is so good. How did you know I love these?"
"I like to think I pay attention," Kraig said breaking off another piece of the sticky bun to feed to Chris. "I would like to think I listen to you enough," he said leaving his finger in Chris's mouth until the younger man had licked off all the icing. "Are you enjoying your last surprise.
Chris nodded as he broke off another piece of his birthday sticky bun and fed it to Kraig. After their lovemaking they had laid together for an hour enjoying their post coital bliss. Kraig's stomach had growled first breaking the silence, and Chris couldn't even laugh about it because his tummy chose that moment to answer Kraig's call with a growl of its own.
Kraig had kissed him and slipped out of bed returning minutes later with the bakery box in his hands. Chris clapped with glee as he opened it and saw a huge sticky bun with the letter C spelled out in nuts and frosting. It didn't seem to matter that they were already sticky and probably could benefit from a shower. Kraig climbed in the bed beside Chris and fed him the first bite.
"Delicious," Kraig said chewing his bite of the bun. "But definitely not as delicious as you."
Chris ducked his head and snagged a bite of the sticky goodness and pressed it in his mouth. Kraig used his finger to tilt Chris's head up and he kissed him ardently, their tongues battling for the sweet bread. In a surprising move Chris pushed Kraig onto his back securing the piece with his tongue before sitting back proudly as he chewed.
"Are you going to finish that?" Kraig asked as Chris picked up the last of the sticky bun, licking the icing off his fingers as he stared at Kraig coyly.
"It's soooo good," he moaned as he took a big bite and chewed loudly. Kraig put his hands behind his back and relaxed as Chris continued to become orgasmic over his birthday treat. It was only after he had popped the last piece into his mouth that Kraig pounced, kissing Chris deeply, sucking the cake out of his mouth before flipping the script so that Chris was on his back. He cried out in ecstasy when Kraig entered him. They moved together rhythmically shifting his hops with every thrust. As they climaxed together Chris felt it was the perfect cap to a glorious night. Kraig collapsed beside him and he immediately moved closer, pulling the blanket over their tangle of legs. He felt Kraig's arms tighten around him, and he glanced up smiling as Kraig kissed him one last time before he closed his eyes.
