Uncontrollably Falling For You

Chapter 16

It was Christmas Eve. Another year almost gone. I couldn't believe it.. I stared out the kitchen window as snow lightly fell from the sky. It was going to be a white Christmas, something which I hadn't seen for a few years. I let out a content sigh and turned to see Titus standing expectantly behind me. "What's up, dude?" I asked, causing his tail to wag gently. I pet his head briefly before walking into the living room.

Mom and Jayla were sitting on the couch, a beer in my mom's hand. She had managed to get off that night and all of Christmas day. It was rare that she was off holidays, so we were fairly excited. I took a seat on the floor and Titus followed, nearly knocking me over as he laid down right against me. I let my arm rest over his back and glanced up at the TV. Old cartoons were playing, which made me smile.

"When's your man getting here?" Jayla suddenly asked, stretching her arms over her head. "I'm getting tired, and I'm assuming he's bringing us somethin' good to drink.." I laughed and shrugged, leaning to get my phone out of my pocket. He'd told me he was heading over ten minutes earlier.

"Oh, is he?" Mom asked with playful suspicions. I smirked at her.

"Probably...," I snickered. "He should be here soon, Jay." I tossed my phone to our coffee table and ran my hand over Titus's slick fur.

"Thank God; I'm so bored!" she complained dramatically.

"Isn't spending time with me good enough?" Mom snorted.

"Yeah, it's plenty, Mom." Jayla cast me a devious smile before continuing, "but I wanna spend time with my new brother-in-law, too..."

"Ew, Jay!" I whined. "Could you not make it weird all the time?"

"What! How am I making it weird?" she protested. My mom shook her head, a grin on her face, and took a sip of her beer.

"Well, for one we've only been together like seven months. And two, we aren't f*****g married!" I retorted. She laughed and shook her head.

"I can't help it, Mark. You guys are so f*****g cute!" she snickered. I could feel my face flushing, so I looked out towards the entrance way. "Aww, don't be embarrassed, little Mark!"

"Jayla!" my mom laughed. "Stop torturing your brother!" Even though she was speaking in my defense, she couldn't mask the amusement in her voice.

"Yeah, Jayla, stop torturing me!" I rebutted. She stuck her tongue out at me in quite the immature fashion, causing both of us to laugh. Just at that moment, the front door opened. I turned my head to see Felix walking in, a backpack draped over his shoulder. Titus immediately jumped up, grabbed his nearest toy, and bounded over to him.

"Ah, speak a' the devil!" Jayla snickered, causing Felix to give her a wary look. He set his backpack down and walked into the living room.

"I hope that's a good thing," he snorted before sitting down next to me.

"Hey! Take off your filthy shoes!" she teased. I looked down at them to see they were indeed muddy and wet.

"Oh, s**t," he murmured before pulling them off. "My bad." My mom simply laughed.

"I don't care.. Have you seen all the s**t Titus drags through here? I need to clean, anyways." She waved her hand dismissively. He set them on the wooden floor behind us, off the rug, and cast me a small grin.

"So, what'd you bring us?" Jayla asked, sliding to the floor.

"You'll see in due time," he replied cryptically. I laughed when Jayla's expression fell. "I'm kidding... I brought some Bird Dog apple whiskey. I know it sounds gay as s**t, but it's really f*****g good." I couldn't help but tense at his unfortunate word choice. Jayla smirked at us, and I immediately knew she was going to make a smart ass remark.

"Don't even say anything!" I snapped as she opened her mouth. Felix looked taken aback by my outburst.

"I wasn't gonna! s**t!" she snickered. "You sure are being defensive."

"What..?" Felix asked slowly.

"She's in rare form tonight," I explained. "She's trying to make our night hanging out as awkward as she can, since it's just us..."

"Oh, no I wasn't! Can we drink some of that whiskey?" she asked. Felix glanced at my mom.

"Is that alright, Lola?" he asked. She looked surprised, her eye brows raised.

"Why, yes... it is. Thanks for asking," she snickered. He nodded and stood up to get his backpack. "You'd better keep him, Mark!" she added. I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply.

"I intend to..," I said through grit teeth. He came back into the living room with the bottle in his hands. He handed it to Jayla, who happily took it.

"Awww!" she exclaimed. "Look at the Golden Retriever!" She turned the bottle so I could see. There was indeed a Golden Retriever on the front of it... I nodded, and glanced over as Felix sat down beside me once more. I shifted so I was leaning against him more. That, in turn, prompted him to shift and put his arm around me. I tensed immediately. That wasn't what I had intended to happen...

Jayla opened the bottle, her eyes shifting to us briefly, before she took a sip. Her eyes widened and she smiled once more. "Hey, that is good!"

"You think I was lying?" Felix laughed. She shrugged and put the cap back on. "You wanna try some?" he asked me. I nodded and grabbed the bottle from my sister. I took a sip, immediately hit by the taste of apple. The familiar, slightly sweet taste of whiskey soon followed. I was impressed.

"This is still 80 proof?" I asked, looking over the bottle.

"Yeah, dude. It's good." I took another small sip before passing it back to him.

"Wanna try some, Mom?" I asked, deciding it would be rude to not at least offer. She smirked over at me and shrugged.

"Sure, I'll try a little.. Why not?" she snorted. Once Felix had a sip, he moved forward to pass it to my mom. We all watched in anticipation as she took a sip from the bottle. "God, this makes me feel like I'm 20 years old again," she laughed, putting the cap back on. "Yeah, that's good!" She nodded, handing it back to Jayla.

"I'm gonna get us some cups!" she announced and hopped up, walking cheerily to the kitchen. Felix and I exchanged glances, his arms to his side once more.

"How are you?" he asked quietly, giving my knee a brief squeeze. It was clear to me that he wanted to be affectionate.. I got the feeling he was waiting for me to give him permission.

"I'm great!" I said happily. "How about you?" I asked just as Jayla returned to the living room.

"I'm alright," he replied dully. My sister passed up each a cup before sitting down heavily on the couch. I waited patiently as she poured some whiskey into her cup. Once she was done, she passed it to me. I filled my small cup about half full before passing it over to my boyfriend.

I took a sip of my drink, peering over at Jayla to see she had her eyes back on the TV. It was comfortable sitting in the living room, the tree lights on, everybody relaxing. It also felt so surreal, sitting there next to Felix. I glanced over at him to see his eyes were on the TV as well. I sighed and leaned into him once more, feeling a bit guilty that I was acting so reserved. He glanced over briefly with a small grin. He put his hand on my back and kissed my temple.

"Awwww!" Jayla suddenly exclaimed. I grit my teeth together in annoyance and shot her a glare. "What? You guys are f*****g adorable!" Felix burst out in laughter at that. "All those times I made gay jokes about you guys, I never thought it would come true!"

"Jesus Christ...," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"Isn't it kinda weird for you guys?" Mom suddenly asked. "You know... since you and Jay were together, too?"

"Mom, we didn't even really do anything together!" she snapped. I couldn't help but grin to myself at the thought.

"Okay, okay... My daughter's s*x life isn't really at the top of my list of things to talk about," she retorted.

"Well, if it makes you feel better- even what we did do, I didn't enjoy it...," Felix snorted with a shrug. This caused my mom and sister to both laugh. Oh, god... I scowled at him. "What..?" he asked quietly. I shook my head, a small smirk creeping over my lips, and took a sip of my drink.

"That was a while ago, anyways," Jayla said dismissively. Mom peered over at me, her eye brows raised slightly, before taking a sip of her drink. It honestly didn't bother me as much as it probably should have... I'm sure it would if he hadn't been crushing on me back when he and Jayla were together.

I took another swallow of my drink, feeling the need to from the awkward conversation, and realized I was already feeling it. I glanced over at Felix as he took a large sip of his drink as well. I couldn't help but grin to myself. When he set his cup down I didn't hesitate to reach over and entwine our fingers. He seemed slightly taken aback, but he squeezed onto my hand in return. Sure, it was weird being open about everything with my mom and Jayla... but if I couldn't be comfortable being myself in front of them, then who could I be?

"So is your well mannered boyfriend going to be joining us tomorrow?" my mom suddenly asked, grinning warmly at us. We exchanged glances.

"Ooooh, that would be fun!" Jayla said, her voice full of excitement.

"I mean... I don't really want anybody to know yet...," I murmured, feeling guilty to even be saying it.

"Mark, you know Grandma would love him...," Mom said matter of factly. "Out of everybody in your family, my side is definitely the one that won't give a s**t who you're with. Hell, you could marry a f*****g shoe and they wouldn't care," she snorted. "Just look at what they let me marry!" she laughed.

"It's fine," Felix said quietly. "I completely understand, believe me.."

"Don't you have stuff to do with your family?" I asked under my breath. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I remembered our conversation the year earlier. I could have slapped my hand over my forehead. "Er-..," I began once I saw his expression fall. "Never mind... Did- you wanna come?" I asked awkwardly.

"Can we talk about it later?" he asked softly. I nodded, letting go of his hand to grab my cup. God damn my nervous drinking...

"Well, Felix, you're always welcome," my mom assured him. He smiled at her with a small nod.

"Thanks, really.. I appreciate it." He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes falling to the ground once more.

"I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette," Jayla announced. "You guys wanna come?"

"Yeah," I agreed, standing swiftly. A cigarette definitely sounded wonderful at that moment. We all put our coats on, preparing for the brisk temperature outside. Once we had our shoes on, we all filed out the backdoor.

My boyfriend and I took our usual spot on the bench, huddled next to each other to keep warm. Snow was still falling, and it was very relaxing. "Were the roads shitty on your way over?" I asked, releasing the smoke of my freshly lit cigarette from my lungs.

"Nah." He shook his head.

"This is fun!" Jayla announced happily, taking a drag of her smoke. "Mom hardly ever lets us drink in front of her!" I snickered and nodded in agreement.

"She's in a good mood because she has off all day tomorrow," I explained when Felix gave a questioning look. He nodded and took a drag of his cigarette.

"You stayin' over tonight?" Jay asked him. He looked over at me.

"Yeah... Right?" he asked, a slightly concerned glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, obviously." I nodded. I didn't even think that was a question.

"You're real subdued tonight, dude," she continued. "I'm not used to it." Felix smirked and draped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer.

"That's because I'm content," he snickered. She grinned and shook her head. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, aware of how cold his exposed skin was already. It was really cold out, so I wasn't surprised.

"Okay, so honestly- you're really good at hiding your gayness!" she blurted out. My eyes widened and Felix began laughing. "Like, s**t! Three months later and I'm still shocked!" she laughed.

"Yeah, I know. I've been hiding it a long time," he sighed. "I don't like being gay." He shrugged.

"Yeah, but if you weren't gay you wouldn't have that sweet piece of ass sitting next to you," she said brightly. I laughed at that and shook my head.

"That is true!" He smiled over at me and took a drag of his cigarette.

"I don't know if I would even consider myself gay if it weren't for you," I admitted. His eyes narrowed skeptically.

"Yeah, you would... Might not know it, but you would be," he stated matter of factly. I guess he was right... Jayla laughed at us and shook her head.

"I should have known you would grow up to be a little queer boy." She raised her eye brows at me as she took a drag of her cigarette in.

"Hey!" I growled playfully. She gave me an exaggerated wink before blowing me a quick kiss. I rolled my eyes and Felix laughed at her dramatic gesture.

"I think Jay's feelin' the whiskey," he snickered.

"Nah, motherfucker, I'm feeling the god damn holiday cheer!" she spat, her breath clear in the cold air. I stifled my laughter and buried my face in my hands briefly. I definitely felt giddy, but I don't think it was holiday cheer. I looked up once more, aware that Felix's hand was lightly rubbing my arm. I cast him a sheepish smile before taking a drag of my cigarette. I probably would have been more cold, but I was feeling the liquor in my system.

We all finished our cigarettes and smashed our cherries out. Jayla walked inside ahead of the two of us, Felix behind me. I stepped towards the door, suddenly feeling his hand smack against my ass cheek. I scowled playfully over my shoulder at him. He snickered and shook his head, gesturing for me to go inside. I let out a content sigh and led the way.

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The more drunk I got, the less I was able to hide my bubbling emotions. I sat on the floor next to Felix, my knees lightly touching his thigh. I peered over at my boyfriend as he talked to my mom and sister. My stomach twisted, and I began to feel the familiar pressure building in my pants. Fuck... I bit my bottom lip and looked away, willing myself to not pop a b***r in front of my family.

I wanted to take him upstairs. I wanted to be alone with him, and do dirty things to him. I wanted that so bad.. and I could have it. I leaned over and said softly, "do you wanna go upstairs?"

"What?" His brow furrowed. "You okay?"

"What? Yeah!" I waved my hand. "I'm just- tired...," I lied.

"Alright.. sure." He shrugged before glancing at Jayla.

"If we don't go to bed soon, Santa is gonna skip our house!" she burst out, followed by a fit of laughter.

"Oh, holy hell!" my mom laughed incredulously at my sister's awful joke. I grinned and stood to my feet, trying to keep myself as steady as I could. Felix was soon standing as well. He placed his hand on the small of my back to help me keep my balance.

"Alright, good night, I guess," he snorted.

"Night!" I said cheerily, excited to get to my bedroom. Without waiting for him to follow, I headed towards the stairs.

"Night, guys!" Mom said back happily. I walked up the steps, aware of Felix's footsteps following slowly behind me. I turned the corner and headed into my bedroom. I turned on the Christmas lights hanging around my window frame, along with the lamp on my nightstand.

"That was fun," Felix snickered, shrugging his sweatshirt off his shoulders. I nodded with a grin before I let myself fall heavily onto my bed. My body felt so tingly... I let out a deep breath and looked over at Felix as he slipped his shirt over his head. I couldn't keep a shitty grin from forming on my face. He turned and cast me a crooked smile.

"What?" he asked suspiciously. I shook my head and rolled over so I wasn't taking up the whole bed.

"You're sexy...," I said quietly. He snorted, shaking his head, before walking over and sitting on the edge of my bed. For as arrogant as he could be, he sure couldn't take a compliment... I reached forward and hooked my fingers in the waist of his pants, tugging slightly. He snickered and laid down next to me, turning to run his fingers through my hair. "I'm drunk...," I told him.

"I know you are," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. My stomach warmed and I smiled widely. I felt so good it was ridiculous.

"I'm so happy," I babbled. "I'm so glad I'm with you."

"I'm happy too, sweetheart," he snickered.

"Awww," I cooed, running my hands down his back until they rested on his ass. "Is that what you say to all the ladies?" I teased.

"Nope... just to- you." He poked my nose quickly, causing me to laugh. I felt so bubbly, blissful, and heavy.

"What did you wanna do now?" I asked, somewhat suggestively. I pulled his hips into mine, and he immediately smirked.

"I thought you wanted to go to bed," he said, amusement in his voice. I shook my head.

"I just wanted to be alone with you," I whispered, leaning forward to kiss his lips softly.

"Did you now?" he whispered playfully before sliding his tongue fluently into my mouth. I tightened my grip of his ass and smiled as we kissed. I was turned on... I'd been turned on since before we even came upstairs. All I had to do was f*****g think about him and I got horny.

I slid my hands back to my crotch, unbuttoning my pants. I wanted to get them off before my d**k got too hard. It was usually fairly painful with stretch pants on... Maybe I should just stop wearing stretch pants when I see him? I pulled back from him to slide my pants off, tossing them to my floor. I sat up briefly to slip my shirt over my head. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.

Before I had much of a chance to do anything, Felix's hand was wrapped around my d**k through my underwear. I smirked and began unbuttoning his pants. He didn't object as I pulled them down to the best of my ability.

"I wanna suck your d**k," I told him quietly. He raised an eye brow, a devious smile on his face. I'd only sucked it two times previously, and it had definitely taken some coaxing to get me to actually follow through. I wanted to be able to give him that pleasure- but it was quite unnerving. I wasn't very good at it, definitely not as good as Felix was.

"I won't say no to that," he snickered, pulling his pants down the remainder of the way. We continued to kiss for a little bit, touching each other as we went. At one point, I said f**k it and moved myself under the covers.

I pulled down his boxers and began sucking his d**k, immediately aware of how different it felt since I was drunk. I'd been sober the other two times. I was finding it much easier- my pitiful gag reflex wasn't being quite as active. It didn't take long for Felix to flip the covers from over me. I lifted my head, casting him a small scowl.

"Li, you're fine... I'm not gonna stare at you," he breathed, laughing lightly. "Keep going; it feels really good." I continued to stare at him until he laid back, then I kept going. This time I began touching myself as I went, finding it quite erotic.

My jaw was beginning to feel tight, but I was determined to go until he came. From the way he was breathing, I didn't think it was going to be long. God damn, he's so sexy... It was difficult to focus completely when I was feeling so much pleasure myself.

"f**k," he breathed, his hand gripping onto my hair. I couldn't help but smile as he did so, and I tried not to scrape him with my teeth. I contained myself quickly, finding great arousal in his grip on the back of my head. I shut my eyes tightly as I came into my boxers. "Holy shit.." Warm jiz filled my mouth, catching me off guard. I pulled back, swallowing immediately, and glanced down as more jiz ran down his d**k.

"Sorry...," I murmured sheepishly.

"For what?" he panted, his brown eyes locking with mine.

"For pulling away before you were done," I explained, wiping my mouth.

"Well you could always lick it up," he suggested without hesitation, a devious smile on his face once more. I laughed and glanced down. Without giving it a second thought I did as told, causing him to shudder. c*m had an indescribable taste... bitter? A weird vegetable? Whatever it tasted like, it was gross. Once I was done, I sat back and grinned at him. He smiled and sat up as well, pressing his lips passionately against mine. He slid his tongue into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as he pulled away. "That was really f*****g hot," he breathed, giving my cheek a gentle kiss before pulling away.

"Good," I said quietly. He let himself fall back down against my bed with a deep sigh. I stood up and slid my dirty boxers off. I decided against redressing and simply moved to turn my light off. I walked back over to my bed, my room glowing from the strand of Christmas lights I had hanging at my window, and laid down next to him. I scooted closer to him to find that he had taken his boxers off as well. I laid in the crook of his arm, my hand resting on his chest. He kissed my head, squeezing onto me momentarily.

"You're amazing," he whispered, causing me to smile.

"So are you," I said softly. We were laying for a few minutes in silence. "Are you gonna come along tomorrow?" I asked, nearly forgetting. There was a few moments of silence before he spoke again.

"I don't know...," he muttered. "Do you want me to?" he asked.

"Honestly, I'm not sure," I admitted. "I would love you to, but I don't know if I'm ready to tell my family..." I sighed.

"Well, I could always go as your friend..." He shrugged. I laughed at the thought. "Your poor little minority friend who has no family," he said playfully.

"Alright...," I agreed. "Why don't you come along, then?" I snuggled up against him the best I could, my face buried in his neck.

"Sounds like a plan," he sighed, letting his hand rest on the crook of my neck. His thumb gently rubbed over my skin, causing me to immediately feel relaxed.

"Now I'm tired...," I said groggily.

"I'm not surprised," he snickered. "Let's go to sleep." I nodded and held onto him tightly. There was nowhere I would have rather been that night than right by his side.