Full o'Festive Spirits by Zakarrie C

Author:Zakarrie C [C, Zakarrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2018-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

Gabriel was not only the most…boundless person Dylan had ever met, he was a bloody good actor. There had been a moment—no, much longer, when he’d believed—believed? Had been convinced Gabriel was…enjoying his job.

When did I get it so wrong? Then? Or now? That was a no bloody brainer. He wasn’t deranged—and thus deluded—now. Dylan had clearly happened upon the most mannerly and gifted thespian rent boy psychologist in bloody London. This situation had assumed farcical levels of ludicrous.

“Best bonus I’ll ever get, that’s for sure,” Gabriel added with a chuckle. “’Twas looking a mite bleak before today. Now I have a tree and thee. What more could I wish for?”

“Home, hearth, family, wealth…a lover?” Dylan shrugged, staring down at his feet, too abashed by Gabriel’s practised reply to meet those eyes now.

“I have the first three, sort of. ’Nuff to get by and keep the wolves off my back is plenty…and the latter? I’m hoping for a Christmas miracle.”

What does that mean? Was Gabriel hoping to win the heart of a long yearned for lover? If his expression was even a fraction as wistful as his so-soft words, then…then what? When Dylan lifted his head to scour Gabriel’s eyes for their secrets, it was worse. The longing reflected in those liquid pools of midnight made his breath catch in his throat. Fuck.

“I…hope it transpires.” Dylan managed to mutter. Despite drowning.

“Thank you, but ’tis impossible,” Gabriel sighed, stealing his gaze away to stare straight ahead. He didn’t appear to be looking at anything in particular…but at something only he could see. Just as he danced to music only he had the privilege to hear. “Ah well, no matter, being impossible is my very best thing, or so I’m told. So, I might as well do m’best to believe it into being.”

It was…impossible to disagree with that assessment.

“Will you be spending Christmas alone…if it doesn’t work out?” Dylan asked, not even sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Yeah, but not because I must. I could go and visit my parents—they want me to—but…I don’t fancy spending Christmas away from Blighty. ’Tis just not the same. I’ve spent more than ’nuff of them far from home when I had no choice. Now that I do, I’m loathe to leave London.”

“You spent most of your childhood abroad?” Dylan prompted, hoping Gabriel would continue, eager to unravel the magic that made up this man who had…bewitched him.

“A fair chunk. Not all of it, cos we moved about a lot…followed my dad and set up ‘home’ wherever he was based.”

“He’s in The Forces?”

“Yup. Military brat, that’s me. How about you, Mr Dylan? Are you spending Christmas with your folks?

“I’ll go and see my mum. Probably on Boxing Day, but it’s not exactly what you might call…traditional. More dope-cake than Dickens,” Dylan acknowledged with a shrug. “I’d rather not have a Hippy Christmas, to be honest, so I’ll probably wind up eating a pre-cooked turkey drumstick and watching fucking Frozen.”

“No! You can’t do that! ’Twould be tragic.

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