Page 39 of A Winter Awakening

“They look wonderful, Gael,” Orteo said. “The paint brings the figures to life. I’ll bring more of my figures so you can paint them.”

“You like them? Really?” Gael asked.

“Really,” Orteo said.

Gael’s cheeks flushed.

“And I’ll get you some more paint. Mila said there are other colours she can order,” Orteo said.

I’ll get you everything you ever need or want. I will take care of you and keep you happy. I will deserve you.

Orteo reached out, took Gael’s hand in his, and squeezed. He would not let Gael down. Not like he had with his family.

ChapterTwenty-One

Orteo is so handsome. He could have anyone. But he wants me. He desires me.

Gael watched as Orteo stirred the pot over the fire. He knelt, holding a wooden spoon. He glanced at Gael and smiled.

Gael’s chest tingled. The past few days had passed in a blur of bliss and joy, filled with kisses, affectionate touches, and Orteo. They made love constantly. He’d wake in the night, eager for Orteo and his cock. He felt depraved and needy.

They’d had sex in every position Gael could imagine. Although, that hadn’t been many positions. But Orteo had introduced Gael to a world of pleasure and debauchery he hadn’t known existed. Gael wanted it all!

Orteo liked to tease him. Like to make him beg and plead for it. Gael shifted in his seat. He could feel the way Orteo had taken him last night. But before that he’d tongued Gael’s hole, kissing, sucking, and licking at it until Gael thought he’d pass out.

If he hadn’t already orgasmed several times that day, he’d beg Orteo to throw him down on the bed and spill his seed inside him again.

“Hot chocolate is ready,” Orteo said and rose. He collected two mugs and ladled the liquid into them.

“Here you are.” Orteo handed him a steaming mug. “Careful, it’s hot.”

“Thank you.” Gael took the mug and wrapped his hands around the heated ceramic. He blew on it. “Smells good.”

“I hope it tastes like Sero’s—that’s Mila’s son. He showed me how to make it when I was at the store.” Orteo sat on the armrest of the chair, draping his arm behind Gael.

Gael lifted the mug and took a sip. He moaned as the warm, sweet liquid slid down his throat and into his belly. “That’s delicious!” He took another sip.

Orteo took a drink. “Mmmm. That is good.” He took another sip. “If you want, I could make it often. Apparently, it’s a traditional Winter Solstice drink here in Ores.”

“That would be wonderful!”

“And what do you want to do today?” Orteo asked. “The sun is shining, and there is no wind. It might be a good idea to go for a walk. If you feel up to it, that is.”

Gael glanced at the window. “That would be nice. Sinoe said I should be walking. The swelling has gone down a lot.”

After they finished their drinks, Orteo collected their mugs and cleaned them. Then he began to collect Gael’s clothes to dress for the day. He helped Gael rise from the armchair and put on his trousers.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Gael called out.

Sinoe appeared. “Morning. I thought I’d come by to check and see how your ankle is healing.”

“We were just talking about you,” Gael said.

“We were. We are going for a walk,” Orteo said. “As the healer directed.”

Sinoe gave a serene smile. “That’s good.”