*** !!WARNING!! *** Gay fiction about to begin!
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Now that you've been properly warned. . . The story continues
Fingers combing gently through his curly hair awakened him. He slowly smiled and opened his eyes. His lover always woke him this way-well, one of two ways. He looked up to see deep brown eyes looking down, studying him lovingly.
"What are you looking at?" He asked.
His lover smiled, "An angel."
He felt his face flush. He was always embarrassed when his lover paid him compliments like that. It was strange to him that it never bothered him when a client did the same thing.
His lover smiled, "You look so cute when you blush."
That only made it worse as the heat in his face grew warmer.
His lover laughed. He grabbed the pillow under his head and swung it. His lover moved and the laughter calmed down to a loving smile.
"What would you like for lunch?" His lover asked as he went back to stroking the curly red hair.
At the mention of the word lunch, his stomach growled. Funny he was not hungry a moment ago.
His lover's raised eyebrow and bemused smile told him that he had heard the stomach noise too. He blushed again. Why did he do that so easily around his love?
"I don't care." He finally answered.
"Good," grinned his lover.
He watched his lover sit up abruptly and turn away. He watched him lean over to the floor beside the bed. He straightened and the lover turned back with a bed tray. On the tray was a bowl with a lettuce salad, a plate with a strip of lean grilled beef, and French fries- his favorite potato.
"What's this?" He asked.
"Lunch in bed." Grinned his lover placing the tray over his love's waist.
"Don't you mean breakfast?" he laughed.
His lover shook his head, "No, it's noon-too late for breakfast."
He looked down and felt his stomach growl again. The food looked delicious. He frowned when he couldn't see any flatware to eat with.
"Am I supposed to use my fingers?" He asked with a smirk.
"Nope." His lover replied, and held up the eating utensils. "I'm going to feed you."
"You're what?" He was surprised.
"You heard me." Laughed his lover.
"I'm not a baby." He protested. "I can feed myself."
"I know." His lover replied calmly. "But I figure unless you stick me in a home, you'll probably have to do this for me some day. So, I thought I should do this for you at least once."
"What're you talking about? You'll outlive me." He felt uneasy discussing anything bad happening to his lover.
"That's nice of you to say, but by no means for certain." His lover said as he stabbed a small forkful of salad. "Now, open up, and no talking with your mouth full."
He gave in and opened his mouth. His lover held up the food and let him take it for himself. It was good, and it seemed to whet his appetite even more. As he chewed his lover talked to him.
"I bought tickets for the Hell Hounds' show next week." His lover told him. "So I hope you don't have any appointments scheduled."
He shook his head making a mental note not to. He swallowed and said, "I thought you didn't care for that group."
His lover shrugged as he stabbed another forkful of salad. He held up the food and offered it his love.
As he took the food in to his mouth his lover explained, "I don't, but we've been so busy lately I thought we needed to spend some time together and just have fun."
"You don't have to do that." He protested around a mouthful of food. "It won't be any fun for you."
"I know I don't have to, but I want to." Explained his lover. "As long as I'm going to be with you I'll be fine."
The feelings of worthlessness suddenly all came back. He felt very undeserving again no matter what his lover said.
Apparently his feelings had shown in his expression because his lover sighed.
"I don't care if I lose all the hearing I have. As long as we're there together it will be great."
He swallowed and said, "Okay, okay, but we're going to do something you like whether I like it or not."
His lover smiled, "I never said we wouldn't, and I will remind you that you said that when the time comes."
He felt a little better but not much.
For a few moments, they stayed like that as his lover fed him.
Finally, his lover said, "I like the new color. I hope you'll keep it awhile."
He liked to change his hair color every few months. At first, he was concerned that his lover would not like the constant change, but was pleasantly surprised when his lover was delighted. His lover joked that it was like being able to cheat and still be faithful. But seriously he admitted as long as he kept the curly locks his lover did not care what color it was.
He swallowed then asked, "What do you like about it?"
His lover shrugged, "I like the way it looks on you. It sets off your green eyes."
"What?" he asked playfully. "You didn't like the other colors."
His lover chuckled and stuffed the next forkful of food in his mouth for him.
"Of course, I did. They all looked good, but so far I like this one the best."
His lover asked so little from him that he decided to keep this color as long as he could stand it. Of course, it helped that he liked the way his red hair looked too.
His lover offered him another bite of food. He took the food in to his mouth and just watched. While chewing he felt a little stupid being fed like a baby, but there was a side of him that liked it. It was kind of nice to be taken care of once in a while.
A thought struck him and he swallowed, "Don't you have to work today?"
His lover shook his head, "No, the boss is very understanding. I told him I had to take care of you this morning and he let me take the day off."
He laughed, "But you don't have a boss. You're the owner."
His lover smiled, "What do you know-you're right. Gee, I guess I'm an understanding employer."
He laughed again.
After a few moments his laughter faded and his lover continued to feed him. They were quiet for the rest of the meal. The only sounds in the room were the meat being cut, and then the clanking of metal against china, and the sound of food being chewed.
The food was almost gone when he asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
His lover shook his head, "I ate before I woke you up."
He frowned, saddened. "You ate all alone?"
"No." His lover replied with a wistful look in his eyes. "I laid right here next to you and watched you sleep. That's where I got the idea to spoon feed you."
He was touched. Those feelings of unworthiness came again, but they were not nearly so strong.
"You sure know how to spoil a guy." He said gratefully.
A devilish smile spread across his lover's face as he said, "And I'm not done yet."
"What're you gonna' do?" He asked suspiciously.
The smile turned into a grin, "You'll find out."
He started to protest but was shushed by a finger to his lips. Then food was stuffed in his mouth.
It was only a few bites later and the food was gone.
"My, baby was hungry." His lover sounded like he was talking to a real infant. "Would baby like something to wash that down?"
"Oh stop it." He snapped embarrassed more than annoyed.
His lover laughed and then leaned in and kissed him lightly. Hardly more than a peck, but it left him wanting more. The man pulled back only a few inches and there was still a grin on his face. Their eyes met and there was passion there.
"You're just lucky I couldn't find a bib." Whispered his lover.
"Shut up and kiss me." He demanded.
His lover did without protest.