Eighteen Months Later
Ian woke up without opening his eyes, initially. He was hoping to spare himself the glare from the morning light—perhaps afternoon light, actually—and feeling the aches from being in the same position for a while. Trying to move his arm, Ian found it immobile. Briefly concerned, he opened one eye to find his arm immobile because it lay under the sleeping best man at his sister’s wedding—and his new husband. He smiled and moved his arm to wake up his sleeping ginger-man.
Andrew moaned a bit but rolled on his side toward Ian and opened his eyes directly into Ian’s. “Well, we’ve been in this position before.”
“Yeah, weddings seem to bring a free-flowing drinking atmosphere.”
“Wedding. We really did this?”
“You are stuck with me for the rest of your life.” Ian leaned over and kissed Andrew on his exposed nipple.
Ian saw Andrew’s eyes grow wet and a single tear traveled his cheek. “You have no idea how good that sounds to me especially all we’ve been through. I love you Ian like no other person in the world. Ever!”
Ian opened his eyes as Andrew pulled back from the kiss. They looked at each other and Ian’s heart was filled with love and joy like he had never felt. “What are you thinking?” was Andrew’s question and so Ian lied a little.
“I was thinking that Mom had said something about lunch. Do we know the time?”
Andrew laughed out loud as both their phones suddenly exploded with chimes and alarms for messages. “This is kind of déjà vu all over again.”
Ian turned off his phone and threw it across the room and did the same with Andrew’s phone.
“They can wait a while longer. I can’t.” And he rolled Andrew onto his back and mounted him. “At least your back won’t be on the tile floor of the bathroom.” Andrew grinned.
THE END