They’d had a few tiffs, usually over where to store something or reconciling assumptions about cleaning routines. Erik was grateful that at this point in their lives, they had learned to “use their words” and recognize when unspoken expectations got in their way. Promising never to go to bed angry also kept little annoyances from spiraling into larger resentments.
“The hot sex is pretty awesome.” Erik dared to brush his hand over Ben’s crotch since there was no one currently nearby to see.
“Mostly, I just like waking up every day and you’re there,” Ben admitted. “We just…fit. I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. I can relax and be myself, and it’s okay.”
Erik smiled. “That’s one of my favorite parts. I’m not walking on eggshells. I didn’t even realize that I had been the last time until later. This feels right.”
Ben took his hand. “I think so too.”
Much as he loved the hot tub, Erik felt himself starting to prune. “I guess we should go back to the room,” he said reluctantly.
“I guess. But we’ve got prosecco and a cheese tray waiting,” Ben pointed out.
“I think they put chocolates on the pillows here,” Erik agreed.
“Just the thing to go with strawberry lube,” Ben whispered in his ear.
Erik grinned. “Good thing the night’s still young.”
