Remember Me(29)

A tap on the shoulder had Kenny spinning around. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but Michael looking suave in a long-sleeve button-up shirt and slacks was shocking. He was breathtaking. Kenny opened his mouth, but no words emerged. Instead, he looked the polar bear up and down, wishing they were home together.

“Would you care to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand, and Kenny nodded, taking Michael’s outstretched hand.

He forgot all about his friend’s departure as Michael led him to the dance floor. The big man twirled Kenny around before pulling him against his chest. He pressed their bodies together tightly and Kenny rested his cheek against Michael’s chest, inhaling the man’s familiar cologne and breathing him into his body. With Michael’s strong arms wrapped around Kenny, he felt as if he were finally at home. Being with Michael was like every good feeling rolled into one. He was safe, comfortable, loved, cherished…so many things he’d never felt or had in his life before the big bear arrived.

“Happy birthday, mate.”

Looking up, Kenny smiled. He’d seen the birthday decorations placed around the club, but didn’t give it much thought. He just assumed that they were for someone else. My thoughtful bear. His mate did this all for him, to let him have a do-over for his birthday. Tears filled his eyes, but he choked the emotion back.

“I love you. Thank you. This is the best birthday ever. I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else.”

“I love you, too.”

Standing on his tiptoes, Kenny wrapped his arms around Michael’s neck and pulled the big man down. Their lips connected and Kenny poured all of his emotions into the kiss, telling Michael everything the man needed to know. I love you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to celebrate every birthday in your arms.

The kiss started off as a sweet, but soon turned hungry as Michael devoured his mouth. Their tongues danced and their bodies swayed. It was an intimate moment that Kenny would never forget. When Michael sucked on Kenny’s tongue, the sensation went straight to his shaft. His cock hardened, pushing painfully against the front of his jeans.

“Home,” Kenny said. He wanted his big bear to take him home so that they could make love and fall asleep, holding each other.

Michael kissed Kenny’s lips once more before placing his mouth against Kenny’s ear. “Look up.”

Kenny leaned his head at stared up at the ceiling as balloons and confetti slowly dropped down. Michael spun him around and Kenny couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter from erupting. He didn’t know what special power his bear held, but the man managed to vanquish all of Kenny’s bad memories.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, my dear mate. Happy birthday to you,” Michael sang to him, and Kenny knew his life would never be the same again.

He was exactly where he belonged.