discoveredinalj | The Way to a Man's Heart.......

Started with a different story, which wasn't coming together for me, which was when this one popped up. The lads obviously felt this story was more important..... :) Enjoy!

“What is that?” Bodie asked, peering over Doyle’s shoulder as he stirred the ingredients in a large wooden bowl. Fortunately, Bodie’s entrance had not gone unnoticed, otherwise he would have been wearing the contents of said bowl for sneaking up on his partner so surreptitiously. To be fair, he had intended to do just that (without the shower of upended contents) and was a little disappointed that he had not succeeded. This was quickly forgotten as the smell of said contents caught his attention, as well as the accoutrements on the counter, evidence of another of Doyle’s skills – cooking.

“It’s a Wassail bowl” replied Doyle, without stopping his stirring or acknowledging Bodie’s surprise entrance, another thing in which Bodie was disappointed, but only a little. “Why?” Bodie followed up with.

“It’s tradition” came the response, with just a little bit of “what are you, ignorant?” coming through in the tone. Doyle stopped his stirring and took a quick sip from the spoon. “Perfect” he stated and then turned to look at Bodie. “I guess since you are here that you will want some as well?”

Bodie perked up and moved straight to the cupboard to get glasses and with one in each hand, turned to bring them to bowl, only to find Doyle already on the move – toward the back door. “Outside” he commanded, “its a perfect night for it.”

Bodie dutifully followed, he knew a good thing when he saw it – free drink, beautiful night and the company of the man he………. No point going down that train of thought, he didn’t really believe in Christmas miracles.

Doyle put the bowl on the small table in the ground floor flat’s courtyard. The evening was clear and mild and apart from the noise of neighbouring celebrations, relatively quiet.

Bodie put the glasses down and Doyle picked up the server in preparation for filling each glass, when nearby voices yelled indistinctly. Before they knew it, a champagne cork had come flying over the fence and landed in the middle of the bowl, splashing the liquid and pieces of apple and other ingredients, all over the two surprised men.

The senders of this particular gift must have quickly forgotten, or choose to present innocence, regarding their missile as no-one came to check, either in person or via a shouted “You OK?”

The two men just stood there looking at each other in shock for a moment, before cracking up in laughter. Even when they looked as if they were getting themselves under control, another look at their partner just sent them back into fits of mirth.

After a while though, the cooling liquid and dripping fruit demanded attention and Bodie was the first to move, removing a piece of apple from one of Doyle’s curls. When he looked back at his partner, he noticed him carefully studying his shoulders, from whence he also started removing fruit.

“We had better go get cleaned……” Bodie started to say, before he realised that Doyle’s clean up had changed tools, he was now using his tongue on Bodie’s neck, carefully licking away all and any pieces of fruit and liquid.

Bodie froze in place, but his body was already responding and his first attempt at speech resulted in a garbled grunt, rather than anything intelligible. Doyle took this as cooperation and move his ministrations up to Bodie’s face. The frozen man quickly unfroze and took Doyle’s lips with his, where they were lost together in a searing kiss. One that spoke a thousand messages, commitment, history, companionship, loyalty, lust and most of all, love.

Once their lungs declared the need for air, they broke apart, but only far enough to draw in that much needed element and then back to rest their foreheads against one another.

Doyle broke the silence. “I take it you liked that?” he said with humour and wonder in his quiet voice. “I think you might be right about that” came the reply. They lifted their heads to look at each other. “I think I might have other things you will like” Doyle offered with a cheeky grin. Bodie responded with a matching grin, “I would like to see them now if you don’t mind”.

And Doyle didn’t mind as he drew Bodie back into the flat and into his bedroom, onto his bed and into his arms. And it was a very Merry Christmas for all.