The Honeymoon
"It's not funny." Sam whapped his new husband with the pillow, as Drew rolled with laughter beside him. The bed they were on was tilted at a crazy angle. "This is our honeymoon! Everything's supposed to be perfect and sexy and so satiating that we can no longer move. There's not supposed to be Montezuma's Revenge, or overflowing toilets, or bugs in our room!"
"Don't forget the showerhead you broke that flooded the bathroom," Drew said between snickers.
"Thank you very much for reminding me," Sam sniped. "While you're at it, let's rub in my humiliating trip-and-fall routine that broke the bed." He smacked Drew with the pillow again.
The pillow exploded.
There was a second of disbelieving silence before Drew bellowed in laughter. Sam slumped in defeat. White eiderdown feathers floated around them, caught up in the overhead whirr of the ceiling fan. "This honeymoon sucks," Sam said.
Drew wiped the tears of mirth from his reddened face, stray chuckles still escaping as he tried to calm down. "It’ll definitely be something we won't forget."
"But we're supposed to remember it for the sex. Honeymoon sex is supposed to be the best sex we'll ever have."
"Anytime we have sex, it's the best sex I've ever had." Drew sat up, bits of feathers clinging to his skin and hair. "Stop winding yourself up over nothing." He started picking the feathers off his chest.
Sam went abnormally silent and when Drew looked up, he saw a soppy, lopsided smile gracing Sam's lips. "What?" Drew said.
"Nothing." Sam crawled over, straddled Drew's legs, and wrapped his arms around Drew's neck. Drew's hands came automatically around him. "Just love you, that's all."
"The feelings quite mutual." Drew sank back onto the remaining pillows, pulling Sam down with him. "Now, why don't we see if we can break this bed some more?"
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