Christmas Bells are Ringing [Carlos/Gael]

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Carlos had been at work, something he'd apparently volunteered for, so it made slipping into his rooms by mid-afternoon. He'd spent the morning and most of the afternoon with his father and sister, the three of them gathered in Daniel's kitchen and happily watching Leon's favorite Christmas movies in honor of their missing member. They'd opened gifts and ate. At least until Daniel had kissed the heads of both his children and told them to go- see their friends, lovers, which ever they wanted. Gael suspected it had been more for his benefit than Noelle's as his sister seemed content to stay put on the couch.

He took that time to set up a tree with a small gift in the otherwise cheerless living room. He then set about cooking a dinner, which with a little bit of Ty's help, that he was certain would be ready before the other man finally came home. He set the table after dinner was done, and poured the wine before he glanced at the clock and wondered if he should have just waited and done a dinner for Carlos and his siblings tomorrow. His nerves kicked up, and there was an anxious knot in his stomach as he found soft instrumental music to play in the background as he looked over the scene.

He'd changed while the food had cooked, but suddenly felt over dressed as he looked at himself in the hallway mirror. Was he really going to do this? Was he really doing all of this with the express intention of admitting to Carlos something he didn't think he could do more than once. For that matter, what the hell did it say about him that he felt sick to his stomach, nerves firing off as worry and doubt crept into his being as a whole. Who was he to think this was all a good idea?

Not that he mattered, he thought as he heard the door start to open. He really didn't get much chance out of this, did he? He was stuck, he had to go through with it... Lightheaded, dizziness aside, he was without escape and that meant all he could do was.....

Move to the bedroom and close the door to hide just a few moments longer. At least until he felt less like throwing up and more like he could handle this like a grown up.

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"Th-that....that breaks my heart, you know." Gael said in a bit of a dumbfounded look on his face as he lets Carlos pull him up to his feet. It wasn't that Gael watched a ton of movies, it was just....well, he did watch a lot of movies. He liked movies, as he was an actor. He let him study someone else's art, and such. "Movie night will just...have to occur, and no trying to...distract yourself." Which, admittedly, would be hard. Though, they did say sex was less frequent when a couple was dated long term.

He walked with Carlos into the bed room, leaning in to kiss the other man deeply before they reached the bed, shedding his shirt onto the floor. There was likely to be little in the way of ropes or heavy play, but that didn't stop Gael from grinning against Carlos' lips as he toed off his shoes before spinning the pair and pushing Carlos back against the bed.

He kissed Carlos again as the man sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands coming up to thread through Carlos' hair as he leaned in to the men. "Je t'aime; ma chérie, mon amour." He murmured against the man's lips, kissing him deeply again before one of his hands pulled away Carlos' hair to travel down the man's clothed body, down between his legs where what he was looking for. He pressed down, rubbing against the growing member through the fabric of Carlos' pants.

He kissed him again, before pulling away to kiss the side of Carlos' jaw, then his neck as he started to slowly down to his knees. Eventually he pulled his other hand down, and started to unbutton the man's pants and belt to uncover his prize.

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Carlos laughed a little, wrapping his arm around Gael's waist as they went into the bedroom, then releasing him so Gael could push him towards the bed. "Yes, well, I am uneducated," he said, as he sat down on the bed, tugging Gael towards him, "and you're just cursed with having to teach me all about art." Well, some art. He was well-educated enough when it came to music, and theatre. He'd suffered through some ballet performances. But movies weren't exactly something he'd paid much attention to.

They kissed, and he smiled at the words. He knew enough French for that, he thought, and his fingers sifted into Gael's hair as he pulled away slightly. "Je t'aime aussi," he murmured, smoothly enough that one might wonder if Bas Novak had been slipping in French lessons somewhere. Then he groaned, his eyes closing for a moment before they opened again and he watched. Watched Gael slide to his knees, and shifted his own legs apart to make room for him. "If you do this, I may not be much good for you later, love," he murmured. He was twenty-six, but he was also pretty drunk. Recovery time wasn't exactly going to be the usual.

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"So you don't want me to suck your cock?" Gael asked skeptically as he pulled Carlos pants down, waiting for the other man to lift up his hips enough that Gael could pull the pants and boxers clear of the man's bottom. "I mean, I could....just look at it. It is very nice, after all. Maybe I could put a bow on it. But, uh...I don't know." He dropped Carlos' pants down to the floor, lifting the man's feet one at a time to pull his shoes and socks off before discarding the pants and boxers. He leaned in to kiss Carlos' inner thigh gently, before lewdly licking it.

Eventually he turned his attention to the cock that was standing tall and proud. His hand wrapped around the stiff member, pumping it slowly as he smirked up at Carlos. "Also, I guess there is the fact you could use your mouth too...or just take what you want, how you want." Though that certainly didn't stop him from licking the cock from root to tip, his tongue circling the tip seductively and teasingly before he eventually swallowed it.

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"Always with the interesting ideas," Carlos said a bit dryly. "But as pretty as I'm sure I'd be with my cock dressed up for Christmas, I think I'll let you finish what you're starting." He leaned back on his hands, his eyelashes lowering as he watched Gael smirk a bit as he leaned forward, working his with his hand and his mouth until Carlos felt that heat and pleasure sparking at the base of his spine.

When he caught his breath again, he tugged Gael up on the bed so he could kiss him, tasting himself on Gael's tongue even as his hand wrapped around Gael's cock and he worked him closer to his own edge. It was only after, when they were collapsed against the sheets that Carlos spoke again, sleepily. "Well, I guess Christmas is okay after all."

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"I've always fancied it," Gael replied, his head resting on Carlos' shoulder as he draped an arm over the man's chest. He really wanted to push himself up to get water, but at the same time...did not want to leave the warmth and comfort that Carlos provided. "I like it more when it snows, and I have an excuse to bundle up by a fire. Maybe I'm a bit of a romantic at heart." Or maybe it was just that Carlos brought out the romantic in him, because the only person he could see himself curled up in front of a fire with was Carlos.

For that matter, he'd never been overly prone to romantic gestures before Carlos barreled into his life. For Carlos' birthday, he'd taken the man out for a nice, candle lit dinner that had been followed by a stroll through the Green as a light snow fell around them. They'd spent most of the night just talking, eating chocolate covered strawberries and drinking wine as they say on his bedroom floor after the walk. They'd even shared a warm bath, complete with bubbles and candles...

Far more romantic than he'd been with anyone else- ever.

Daniel had always claimed Leon could be romantic when it suited him, and Gael sometimes suspected it was a genetic trait that only expressed itself in careless, care free moments. But it was always in the direction of Carlos.

"If I have a hangover tomorrow....remind me that it was worth it." He said, turning his head to press his lips to Carlos' shoulder before he yawned despite himself. "And that making dinner for everyone else was my idea; I might regret that in the morning."

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"I think it's safe to say you're as much a closet romantic as I am," Carlos said. Water, though, was a good idea for both of them, and it was with a deep sigh that he sat up and untangled himself from Gael, before getting up to get two bottles of water from the kitchen and bringing them back to bed.

"We're probably both going to be hungover in the morning," he said as he handed one to Gael and flopped back on the bed. "But maybe that'll keep you from wanting to die while cooking for, what, eight?" Probably Gael had lost his mind a little, he thought. Half of it was his own fault, though, since he'd come up with inviting half of them. "Maybe if we make puppy eyes you can con Sarah into some of it. Baking, at least."

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Gael groaned as Carlos got up from the bed, hating him for moving. If he hadn't known better, he'd swear his hangover was starting now, already. Still, he pushed himself up on the bed and opened the bottle before he looked at Carlos. "Oh no, I'm absolutely making you help tomorrow. Don't try to push it on Sarah." He said, before smirking just a little as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

He drained most of it quickly, leaning back against the headboard before he sighed a little. "So....pick a dish, and I'll make sure you don't ruin it." He winked at that, before smiling a little more at Carlos. He was a little more sober, at least, even before the water. And he could swear he could feel the water spreading out into his bottle as he drank it- like it thristed for it. So it was really no surprise that he finished the bottle in short order.

"And hey, if we're too hung over...we'll have a doctor in the house at least."

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"That's a major risk, you know. That kitchen out there is mostly used for unpacking takeout." That wasn't entirely true, Carlos thought as he sipped his own water, but his cooking skills were basic at best. "Plus Sarah is really good at pies. She could make chocolate pie. Or chocolate croissants." She'd probably only kill him a little for asking for croissants with only 24 hours notice.

He took a deeper drink of the water and glanced over at Gael. "I'm not sure what we're even cooking for six. Pizza? I could probably make a pizza without it going terribly wrong. Or garlic bread to go along with it. A salad. If you're going to be fancy again, though, you'd better pick a side dish and keep a laser eye on me."

He finished the bottle with another couple of drinks and leaned over Gael to set it on the nightstand. "In any case, if you trust me not to burn down your kitchen I could probably come up with something."