A Lavender Yuletide

loudest, and you could hear them from your 13th-floor apartment. You, I mean, as this was clearly not the case for Noel Miles. Neither snuffling nor half asleep, the yo

x had gotten enough of that, so it yelled louder, for the third damn time,

its rescue. Time to wake up, boy, the phone rang, and as soon as it did, the alarm box whose digits wer

t. Yes, Noel had not dressed his bed before laying down on it. "I'm awake," Noel begged drowsily, as he reached for his phone; this time

od up yet," the serene deeply intoxicating voice said, and you could nearly hear the chuckling accompaniment. "And I bet you think about me, every morning, Bay," Noel replied, now prolly half awake."Of course, I do, munchki

e slept, even though it was getting to winter. And no, the same was usually not the case when the real winter knocked on his windows, because his room's heating system would win, every damn January. "Aww, baby," Bay made that cliche sound with his mouth. "You better get off that disheveled bed, or I'll come drag you to the bathroom." Sluggishly, Noel pla

. For the fourth time, the alarm box turned on, and Noel was finally able to shut it off for the last time. "You plowed into my ploy, boy," Bay chuckled. "It's 6:15am in Seattle, so you might wanna use the bathroom and have fun thinking about me." He was clearly intendedly not helping matters. "Bay!" "Yes, babe?" Yeah, things were already oozing

you come home for Thanksgiving?" Bay sought. "I can come pick you up if you want." The power of love, Noel smiled. "You are such a spendthrift, Bay," he verbalized. "Th

executions in 1692. But that is a long history topic. When the couple went there for Halloween last fall, it was really scary for Noel, with cryptic witch themed lit plastic skulls, wittily kept a recurring six feet away from each other on the sides of the street leading to

hone tight on his ear. "I gotta go, Bay," he smiled. "Can't wait to see my boyfriend once again," Bay pronounced, making Noel blush even harder. "I mi

aughed from each other's ends of the conversation. Heaving a sigh of relief, with the last ounce of drowsiness leaving his body, Noel stood up from his 'disheveled' bed, heading

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oh so lazy to walk just five minutes to his office? Probably. Anyway, Noel was a genius, got employed as a junior software developer in Apple Dexter, joining his team in designing unique user interfaces at the Software & Services department, and was the youngest staff

the greetings of everyone he passed by, with slight bows for those older than him. At least, he was drenched in humility

was the name of his hometown), he walked straight to the office he shared with four colleagues. "Hey guys," he w

d, standing up with three files in his hand. "Stop calling him that already," Noel gave him a soft glare. "Those professional soccer and football players are suckers, in my humble opinio

future BF arguing with the grand receptionists in an attempt to "see the software department manager." Noel's first impression on Bay was definitely not a good one, but after meeting him elsewhere in a bar and watching him expertly goalkeeping in the Seattle Sounders soccer games, his point

her iMac; something Alex would have done to Bay's face a long time ago. "I am visiting his parents for Thanksgiving," Noel broke the silence, switching

r BF to stay anywhere near me." "Chill, Alex," Hart said, chuckling with Noel. "Anyway, here is the proposed plan for voice memo spot adjustment in the iMessage app for Seattle users," he passed it on to Alex. "Miles,

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m home. After a warm welcome from Bay's parents and lovely sister Mira, he was ushered into the luxurious dining patio at the backyard of the house. Every kind of great turkey

he did not come empty-handed. Mira appreciated his pre-manufactured latest version AirPod, and the Fiddler couple blessed him for his box of ch

public display of affection; he gave Bay his lips, and let him push his tongue past the gates of his pearly teeth. Mira used this as a per

ers FC) being chosen as a venue for the 2026 FIFA World Cup, as Bay had been nominated to be a goalkeeper in any of the US team matches. "But I pray the stadium does not crash," she added, considering the then-CenturyLink Field via Seahawks football fan cheerings won a Guinness World Reco

ay if they were caught," he reminisced. "I tried to make my son a golfer, but he was not buying it, and I do not regret his choice. Honey, see how much of a professional

ith your brother, Mira. He means the world to me, and I wouldn't settle for anything less." Bay's face was definitely aglow. "Babe, you wanna hear what I'm most grateful for?" he asked. "W

al, and he just was not ready yet. "I love you too. But we can talk about this later?" he replied, "all the dishes would get cold." The