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“You’re not serious?” Lucas raised an
eyebrow in Omar’s direction.
“Sure. It will be fun.” He wrinkled his
nose and made a kissy face. “Very romantic.”
Lucas let out a snort. “You do know the
temperature out there don’t you?” Omar shrugged. “Let me refresh your
memory, minus twelve, minus twenty two with the wind.” Lucas shook his head.
Suddenly Omar’s face brightened, and he
grabbed the bag he’d dropped by the door. “I got you a present.”
That perked Lucas up. He was always up for
presents, and it was Valentine’s Day.
He was hoping for chocolates from Godiva, but that t-shirt he’d so subtly
pointed out when Omar was in the shop last week would be okay. Omar handed him
the bag. Unwrapped was not exactly romantic, but Lucas figured as guys, the
fact it was even in a bag was doing pretty good.
He reached in and pulled out something flat
and wrapped in plastic. Two things. He flipped them over and looked at the
packaging. When he picked his jaw up off the floor, he looked at Omar aghast.
“It’s, it’s …” he couldn’t even get it out. “It’s … Jesus Christ, it’s long
underwear.”
Omar was beaming now. “Yeah. It’s great,
we’ll be warm.”
“You bought me long underwear … for
Valentine’s Day?” He was a guy, and he didn’t go for all that commercialized
crap about Valentine’s, but he thought long underwear might be right up there
with a vacuum for Christmas.
“Come on.” Omar was wheedling now. “I
didn’t say that’s all I bought you.”
He tried doing the puppy dog eyes. It worked for their friend Gavin when he
wanted something from Lane.
“You look pathetic, like you have dirt in
your eyes. Stop it.” Lucas heaved a sigh. “Fine, but if I break my leg, or
freeze off something important, it’s going to be on your head.”
Two steps brought Omar tight against Lucas’
chest, arms around his back, lips together. When Omar finally pulled back he
was smiling. “Thanks. I promise, it will be memorable.” Lucas had no doubt
about that. Omar grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s get changed and go. I’ll buy
you a BeaverTail.”
Lucas rolled his eyes, but, well, BeaverTails
weren’t bad.
They got changed, and Lucas wouldn’t admit
it, but Omar did look pretty damn hot in long underwear. If only it had one of
those old-fashioned trap doors, it would have had great potential.
After putting on numerous layers, including
hats, scarves and mittens, skates over their shoulders, they made the short
walk to the canal. The wind was cutting as they’d walked the city streets.
Lucas had visions of his dick withdrawing into his body and becoming a vagina.
It was a little better when they walked down the steps to the canal. It was
sheltered from the worst of the wind by the high walls. Lucas was surprised how
many people were out, given that it was Valentine’s Day and freezing cold.
They found the heated shelter and got their
skates on, pushing their boots back into the furthest corner. Lucas just prayed
they were still there when they got back, but everyone seemed to be leaving
their boots, so he figured it must be relatively secure.
It was the first time Lucas had been
skating in a couple of years, so he was a bit shaky at first. He thought it was
highly unfair that someone whose father was from North Africa, he had it
right now, should look so damn confident and smooth on ice skates. As he nearly
fell, arms wind-milling wildly to catch himself, it seemed doubly unfair.
Omar grabbed his arm and got him
stabilized, and they headed down the canal away from the crowds at the start of
the route. Lucas’ face was cold from the wind, but he wasn’t so chilled once
his muscles started doing some work. As they got further away from the center
of the action into a more isolated part of the canal, Omar skated closer and
took his hand. Lucas couldn’t help grinning at his man. Over a year later, and
he still couldn’t believe he had a guy like Omar who looked at him like he was
the best thing ever.
They approached the first rest station and
Lucas came to a shaky stop by a bench near the bonfire. Omar helped Lucas sit, and
then went to get the BeaverTails and drinks. The line was pretty long, but soon
Omar was back juggling two hot chocolates along with a cinnamon sugar, and a
chocolate hazelnut BeaverTail. Lucas slid over on the bench and helped get the
food and drinks set out between them. They had to take off their mittens to eat
the BeaverTails, which they split, each getting half. Luckily the hot chocolate
in the cups kept their hands warm while eating. The heat from the fire also helped
to thaw Lucas’ nose slightly.
Lucas watched the families and couples
huddled around the fire laughing and trying to eat the sweet treats without getting
chocolate and maple butter all over their faces. Once they’d finished their
snack, Omar slid over closer to Lucas, their thighs pressed against each other,
sipping their hot chocolate and listening the babble of voices.
When he looked over at Omar, Lucas couldn’t
help but grin. Omar gave him a funny look in return. “What?”
“You were right.”
“As usual.” Lucas laughed along with him. A
serious look settled on Omar’s face. “About what?”
Lucas nudged him, and then tipped his head
to rest it on Omar’s shoulder. “About coming out tonight. It is romantic, even
if I’ve lost all feeling in my toes and I may need them amputated.”
Omar rested his head against Lucas’.
“Thanks. Mine are getting cold too. Maybe we should head back?”
Lucas sighed. “Yeah. I’m going need a
massage. My legs are going to be jelly when we get home.”
His brows waggling Omar grinned at him. “I
think I might know just the guy to take care of that for you.”
“Oh really? Is he hot? I might want a happy
ending.”
“He can definitely do that for you. I think
he likes you too. Maybe a lot.”
Lucas realized that Omar had steered them
over into the little thicket of trees the city had set up to resemble a forest
near the fire. He frowned and looked at Omar. “What are we doing?”
“Just wait.”
Lucas tipped his head and watched as Omar
pulled off a mitten, unzipped his pocket and started digging around. He pulled out a small black velvet bag about
four inches square. He looked directly at Lucas. “Remember I said I
didn’t just get you underwear, although you look hot in it.” Lucas blushed
oddly enough. “I got you something else. Because I do love you. I know I tell you that all the time, but,” he shrugged a bit self-consciously, “I guess it
never hurts to say it again. Thanks for coming out with me tonight.”
“Oh baby.” Lucas felt his eyes get a bit
watery. That’s all he’d need, his eye lids frozen shut on the canal. He blinked
a few times, pulled off his mittens and took the bag from Omar. He pulled the
string and brought out a beautiful leather and silver bracelet. There was a
double row of sterling silver beads, woven together with black leather with a leather
tie. He looked up at Omar with his mouth open. “Oh my God, it’s gorgeous.”
Omar grinned. “Are you sure? You like it?”
He smacked Omar on the arm. “Don’t be
stupid. I love it.” He threw himself forward and wrapped his arms around Omar’s
neck laying a hot wet kiss on him. They struggled to keep their balance on the
skates, but Lucas didn’t care if the people by the fire saw them. What had
started out as the stupidest idea ever, now seemed absolutely perfect. He
should have known. He'd met Omar on the coldest day of the year, and that was
the best thing that had ever happened to him. Maybe Old Man Winter was in his
corner after all.
When they finally pulled apart, Lucas
almost falling on his ass again, he couldn’t stop the grin on his face. Lucas
carefully put the bracelet back in the bag and made sure his own pocket was
zipped up tightly. He pulled his mittens back on and grabbed Omar’s hand. He
wasn’t letting go, he didn’t care what anyone said to them.
“Come on, you. You promised me some hot guy
would give me a massage, so let’s go home.”
“Well, the price may be a return massage.”
Lucas threw back his head and laughed. “I
think I can handle that. I’ve heard he’s really good-looking,
and I might just have a thing for him too.”
Omar grinned. “Love you.”
Lucas gave him one more small kiss before
they set off back toward their boots. “Love you too, baby. Happy Valentine’s
Day.”
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Hope you enjoyed the little visit with Lucas and Omar. If you are trying to visualize the bracelet, I started looking to see what kind of jewelry Omar would buy. Something cool and hip for blue-haired pierced and tattooed Lucas, but still romantic. I found this one on a site devoted to jewelry, but unfortunately they don't say where you can buy it.
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