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Adrian enjoys the paper as he waits the last few minutes for the washer to finish. Sir paid to get his favorite newspaper delivered all the way from France and Adrian reads every copy. It was a kind gesture. Adrian was hesitant to go with Sir abroad, away from everything and everyone familiar, but the idea of being apart from Sir was too painful to process. Although he was homesick at first, Adrian is glad he went. Keeping a house in a foreign country was a refreshing challenge. Any new way to impress Sir is an opportunity he will take.

The washer dings. Chores don’t change though no matter where you live though! Adrian isn’t a huge fan of chores, and yet, he is part of the reason the sheets kept getting dirty. It’s a vicious cycle.

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Man, I think my hair is already thinning. Ugh. I feel so gross. I’ve been eating like crap lately. I look half dead. I don’t think this guy is gonna want to put up with me tonight. Probably should just save myself spending all this money, and eat Mac n Cheese instead of expensive bar food and beer. Michael sighed. He walked past the slacks and cardigan he’d tossed on the bed, toward the nightstand, and unplugged his phone from the charging cable. There was a text message waiting for him:
“Hi Michael. I know it’s silly but like I’m so excited for our date tonight. Looking forward to meeting you in person 🙂 I’m heading out soon!”
Michael did not know what to make of that. It was so foreign to him. Aiden’s looking forward to meeting me? He’s excited? Like…why on Earth. Michael’s fingers floated over the keyboard on his screen, trying to figure out what to type. Eating Mac n Cheese in his underwear was going to be a much more dour affair if it was overshadowed by the fact that he’d broken a boy’s heart tonight by cancelling the date. Aiden was cute…and talking to him had been like the only nice thing about his day lately.
“You’re actually excited to meet me?” Michael typed.
“??? Yeah? I mean, I’ve been enjoying talking to you a lot. Like, I don’t want to emotionally dump on you right now, but I’ve been having a bit of a rough time lately and sometimes our conversations just light up my day.”
Michael bit his lip. His finger hovered again. “I kind of feel the same way. Everything sucks lately but talking to you.” He exhaled. Somehow it was just easier to write the truth instead of making up bullshit. “Listen, Aiden. I have to be honest. I’m just not really feeling like I want to be in a crowded, loud bar n grille right now. Do you want to just come over, we can make Mac n Cheese, and hang out? I have Mario Kart…Uno…we could watch a movie maybe?”

Michael watched the “…” appear on his screen to indicate Aiden was typing. Michael was not expecting to feel butterflies in his stomach. The text message came through.
”Omg are you psychic? I have been totally craving mac n cheese lately. I feel you about the crowded bar thing. I’m so worn out from work, hanging out in a quiet apartment sounds so much better. Btw have you ever made Mac n Cheese from scratch? I have the ingredients, it’s totally bomb.”
Michael didn’t realize he was smiling. “You can make it from scratch?? That’s possible?“
“Yeah! It’s not that hard. And super good. My apartment’s next to a deli, I’ll pick up some ham on the way so we can make a meal out of it.” A second message followed. “Also you better be careful about offering to play Mario Kart because I will destroy you.”

Michael sat on the bed and shot back a response. Before he realized it, ten minutes had passed of back-and-forth texting.
Another message from Aiden popped up. “Ok, I think I have everything. I’m gonna head out. I’ll text you when I get there. Looking forward to seeing you!”
“Looking forward to seeing you too.” Michael sent it and lowered his phone. Huh. He looked over at the clothes he laid out. He swapped his khakis for comfortable jeans, and his sweater for a band tee and a favorite zip-up hoodie. Seemed like a much better outfit for cooking mac n cheese from scratch.
Oh shit. Michael suddenly thought of all the dishes in the sink and bolted to the kitchen to get them done. It had to look somewhat decent in here. A cute boy was coming over, after all. 

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“Why are you so happy?” I ask. I was not a morning person and thus there was no reason to be happy unless it was after noon.
“It’s finally fall. Finally chilly enough to wear this sweater. I got some nice coffee, my wool socks on, and I’m so comfy. The apples are coming into season at the Farmer’s Market, the leaves are turning red…I just really like fall.”
“If you’re so cozy where are your pants?”
“It’s not cool enough for pants and a sweater yet,” he sighs. “Something had to give.”
I chuckle and pull the eggs out of the fridge. “You poor baby. I’m gonna ignore fall is coming and pretend it’s summer for as long as I can. I hate being cold.”
“Yeah but, think of how much better the sex will be. No over heating. Less sweat. We can get all snuggly under the sheets and enjoy the afterglow without dying of dehydration.”
I set a pan on the stove. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Yeah. Fall is the best. You’ll see.” He sipped his coffee.
“So are you going to let me know when it’s cold enough to sex?”
I’m cracking eggs into a bowl, but I can feel his eyes on me across the room.
“You want to get a wall thermometer or something?” I add.
“According to the calendar, fall is here.” He says. “We could have sex right now.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I mean are you sure it’s cold enough? You said it’s not even cold enough for pants. I think we need to wait.”
He sets his coffee on the counter and slides off. “If we take our clothes off we’ll be cold. That’s good enough.”
“Nope, I think we gotta wait!”
He groans. “Goddammit don’t make me beg!”
That makes me laugh. I wash my hands. “Ok, fine. We got some time to kill this morning. But we can’t dally – days are shorter now. And we gotta go to the Farmer’s Market to buy apples and pumpkins apparently.”
“Goddammit Tanner. Bedroom. Right now. Come on.”
I can’t help but laugh at how annoyed he is. “Alright I’m coming. But if the lube smells like a cinnamon broom, I’m breaking up with you.”

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Marshal was starving when he came home. It was almost 2 am at this point and he really wanted to sleep, but his grumbling stomach came first. He winced in discomfort as he bent over to untie his work boots. The stage load-out for that show had been a bitch. Too much truss. Too many over-sized cases. Why did a band playing a venue that size need so many goddamn risers anyway? Gross. Marshal knew his whole body was gonna ache tomorrow. It was a good ache, considering he hadn’t worked a real concert in 18 months due to the Covid-related shut downs, but it was going to take time to get used to the physical labor again.

Marshal shuffled into the kitchen and set his bag on the bar counter. The light over the stove had been left on. Marshal pulled a glass out of the cabinet, and when he went to open the fridge he noticed the note on the handle:
Hey love, figured you’d be hungry. I made some cold ice tea for you, and you have a choice of ramen, a sandwich, or a frozen meal. Sleep well <3 J

“Awwww,” Marshal cooed. He smiled and put the note in his pocket. Inside he fridge he found a picture-perfect ham sandwich saran-wrapped on a plate. Marshal took it out. He turned back to the fridge to pour himself a glass of iced tea. It was only when he went to put the iced tea back in, did he realize something was slightly off. He stared at the fridge and waited for his sleep deprived brain to catch up.

The bento box wasn’t there. Jaime always put his lunch in this special tupperware he used and it always sat in the upper left hand corner of the fridge. Why had he not packed a lunch? Marshal furrowed his brow. Whatever the reason, he decided to return the favor by packing Jaime lunch.

His plans were thwarted upon opening the fridge drawer containing sandwich stuff. It was empty besides a half opened package of sliced cheese. They’d forgotten to get more deli meat when shopping yesterday. Marshal groaned. “Ah crap,” he muttered. He glanced at the sandwich on the counter and had a revelation. Jaime had used the last of the ham for him. The realization made Marshal’s heart feel warm and full. Such a sweet man, his Jaime.

Even though Marshal’s body was begging for rest, he had to set this right. Jaime was really trying to eat out less so he could lose weight, and Marshal didn’t want him to break the streak at work. So Marshal popped a frozen meal into the microwave and set out to make Jaime his lunch.
He found the bento box thing in the drying rack of the dishwasher. In it went the perfect sandwich, some grapes, and some of that bean salad they’d taken home from their friends pool party. He also whipped out the cutting board to chop up some celery sticks which he dumped into another little container, along with peanut butter. The bento box went into the fridge, where it belonged, with the celery container on top.
Marshal also positioned its carrier bag on the counter and added some pretzels and two cookies from the jar.

The only thing missing now was a note. Marshal stirred up the half-defrosted frozen meal and shoved it back into the microwave as he thought about what to write for a moment. His eyelids were struggling to stay open and poetry wasn’t his strong suit. So, Marshall simply wrote: I love you, you can hit your weight goal for sure <3 -M, and stuck it to the carrier bag.

Marshal shoveled the warm meal into his face, drank the whole glass of iced tea in one go, and stumbled to bed. The shower would have to come tomorrow. He was crashing. Marshal slid between the sheets and adhered himself to Jaime’s back. Jaime made a soft noise  Marshal nuzzled the back of his neck and fell asleep in less than a minute.

When Marshal awoke the next morning, he was alone in bed. It was inevitable, but a bit lonely. His emotions were buoyed by a new note waiting for him the kitchen: Oh my god, you’re so sweet, I actually kind of cried a little. This lunch looks amazing. Thank you so much. Love you so much too. Can’t wait until I get off to work tonight and I can see you. Let’s fuck <3″

Marshal laughed. Jaime had a way of making the most vulgar thoughts sounds adorable. And Jaime was not a shy man. Jaime liked his sex. Marshal was pretty smug that he was the one Jaime picked to receive it.
Marshal decided a run to the grocery store was going to be a priority today. He made a mental note to make sure they had enough lube and condoms before he went out. Lord knows they didn’t want to open that drawer and find it empty tonight! Not like they could use sliced cheese instead!

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They were both still fresh from the shower; they shrugged on shirts but found their skin too warm to button them up or finished getting dressed. Instead Val went downstairs to the kitchen and pulled the champagne out of the wine fridge.
“What’s this for?” Ricardo asked.
“Left over from a party this weekend.” Val pulled the temporary stopper out. It made a soft popping noise. Val poured two glasses and handed one to his friend.
“But what are we celebrating though?”
Val gestured upstairs and smirked. “We are toasting to a fine night of fucking those two fine boys, tormenting them to a beautiful insanity of sexual hysteria until they broke and gave themselves totally onto us to deliver them to salvation.”
Ricardo looked smug and took the glass. “I can toast to that. Man, what an ass that boy had. 21 years old. Nearly virgin…it begged for stripes. Begged. Boy had never cum properly in his life or been so decorated, I guarantee it.”
Val chuckled. “That may be so. To them!” The glasses clinked and they sipped.
Ricardo exhaled. “I could have gone longer.”
Val shook his head slightly. “They’re young, inexperienced. We must not use up our toys too quickly. They were worn out; they are going to sleep through the night, those two.”
“I hope those stripes stay till the morning.”
Val shrugged. “Well if not, just put on new ones.”
Ricardo moved to refill the glasses. “I am glad to know you my friend. You are my kind of pervert.”
Val laughed. "To friendship.” They clinked again and drank and set upon making a nice bite to eat. They had worked up a great appetite.

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“Alright, cock. I get it. You like guys. I’m sorry I tried to force you into those girls when you were clearly not happy about it. I appreciate you being a good sport and liking boobs though. Glad we agree on that. Anyway, after what happened with Paul this weekend, I think it’s pretty clear what you like. Paul just texted that he wants to see me again, so you’re gonna get what you want. So like, seriously, please stop with the weird penis demon orgy dreams where one of them looks like my old hockey coach from high school ok? I just had to change the sheets for the third time this week this morning. Ok? We good? Great.”

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“I don’t want to. I’m not going.”
I put my hands on my hips. “What’s gotten into you? You love these parties. You make good money.”
“I know…”
“The men are expecting you, you’ve become a favorite, you know that.”
Miguel huffs. “You’re buttering me up.”
“It’s the truth. You drive them all crazy.”
“Someone else can drive them crazy. Send Lou or someone.” Miguel is trying to sound as tough as he can, but with his lispy Guatemalan accent he just sounds adorably petulant.
“Lou is already going. What’s going on sweetheart? I know you don’t actually want to miss working a party, tell me what’s really going on.” I sit my bulk down on the ottoman and rest my arms on my thighs.

Miguel sighs and looks away. “If I tell you, you won’t believe me. Or get mad. Or won’t take it seriously.”
“Miguel.” I say sternly. “The safety and health of my boys is the most important thing. I don’t train you to be thrown to the dogs. If there’s a problem with the clientele, I need to know. If you think you can’t talk to me, that kind of worries me actually. Have I been so harsh?”
“No no…not harsh. It’s just.” Miguel gestures with his hand.
“Just what?”
“It’s your brother,” Miguel says softly.
I sit up. “Dominic? This is about Dominic?”
“Yeah,” Miguel won’t meet my gaze.
I furrow my brow. Dominic’s my twin and my best friend. “What’s going on with Dominic?”
“He’s…well, he’s just…kind of creepy,” Miguel admits. “He doesn’t respect boundaries. He stuck a finger in me last week after I told him to keep his hands off my ass.”
“Dominic did that? MY Dominic?”
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” Miguel starts to stand up.
I grab his thigh with my large hand and force him back in the chair. “Sit down.”
“Yes sir,” Miguel squeaks.
“What else?”
“He drinks too much, and just gets like…handsy. When we are trying to take a break to the side, he always finds one of us and tries to like feel us up. Or get us to blow him. We’re a little worried one day he’s gonna want something and not stop when we say no. He already tried to get Nick to go to a hotel with him, off the books, last week.”
I can scarcely believe the words coming out of Miguel’s mouth. It sends a barb through my heart, and my instinct is to defend my brother and believe him over a runaway-turned-escort. But Miguel has no reason to lie, and if he’s jeopardizing his income I should believe him. Boy has expensive taste.
“Say something,” Miguel pleads.
“This is …a lot to hear.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. You should talk to Nick. And Lou.”
“I’m going to. And don’t apologize. I’ll tell Dominic not to come tonight until I’ve talked to everyone.”
Miguel looks relieved. “Thank you, Sir.”
“How long has this been going on for?”
“He was always handsy while drunk, but in the last two months it’s gotten worse.”
I look Miguel in the eyes. “I’m so sorry you thought you couldn’t talk to me. Come here, you want a hug?”
“Yes,” he admits.
We stand up and share an embrace. I sit on the chair and pull him into my lap. He’s perfectly warm and smells like strawberries. “No other problems?”
Miguel nuzzles me. “Except for Lou sucking at karaoke? No. Mr. Callibro’s cologne always makes me sneeze though.”
I chuckle. “I can’t stand it either.”
“Ha! Maybe I need to get him better cologne.”
“That’s the thinking of a good escort.”
Miguel smiles. “I should go get ready.”
I give him another barrel hug from the back. “Ok. I’m good. Go on now. We leave at  8.”
“Yes Sir.”
I push Miguel up and give his butt a swat as he leaves. Miguel shoots me a coy look over his shoulder on the way out. Yep, that’s the look that drives all the men crazy. I sit in the chair for a moment and digest what he’s told me. The shock is burning away to anger. Now I have to call my brother and break the news to him he can’t come tonight. Probably for the best, as I’d punch him if I saw him in person right now.

I get up with a groan to go talk to Nick. I love my brother, but god help anyone who hurts my boys.

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Rafael set his cup on his thigh and exhaled as the warm tea went into his stomach. “Man, this is so nice,” he said.
Jude smiled at him. He was sitting with his back against the pillows, cup held with both hands. He was also wearing underwear, but also a tee shirt. “It is nice. I can’t remember the last time I got to actual enjoy my darjeeling while it was hot.”
Rafael chuckled. “That’s the truth.” He sipped. “Man, it’s so weird to hear the house so quiet.”
“Yeah I noticed that too. Some part of me instinctively feels that something is wrong.”
“Why?”
“Because you know, when the kids are quiet, something is being destroyed.”
Rafael laughs again. “That’s a true statement if I ever heard one. But we can’t be on edge if we’re going to enjoy our long weekend together. Or get anything done.”
Jude sipped. “I suppose. We’re not getting much done though. We’re just lounging in bed this morning.”
“Disagree. That was the whole point of sending the kids to your parents for our anniversary weekend, was so we could enjoy some time off together – not just so we could tidy up the house. We’re accomplishing that. Hell, I’d say we even got a head start last night catching up on that sex we missed.”
“Well when you put it that way, I’m going to merge with the pillows and not reappear until my teacup is empty. And damn, you were so hot last night. I can’t believe how tight I am now. I’m gonna have to work on that.”
Rafael smirked at Jude. “You gonna wear a plug around the house for me this weekend like we did when we were dating?”
Jude blushed. “Maybe.”
“I think it’s fucking hot. You smell really nice when you’re aroused.”
“I do?”
“Absolutely.”
Jude sniffed his wrist. “I don’t smell any different.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Are you aroused right now?”
“… A little. I may have been covertly staring at your bulge.”
“You are welcome to it. But we need to be ready and downstairs by noon.”

Jude blinked. “What? What for? Do we have plans?”
Rafael tried to hide the smug look on his face. “Yep. Adrian’s coming by with the sledgehammers, and his dad’s coming with to help with the electrical.”
“Sledgehammers? For what?” Jude looked so utterly confused.
“We’re demolishing that island in the kitchen you hate. And we’re also getting a new dishwasher by the way. Happy Anniversary.”
Jude stared. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. We’re getting the island out of the way. You complain about it every day. So I couldn’t think of a better gift to you.”
Jude set his tea cup down. “Holy shit, Rafael, you’re amazing.” He cupped his husband’s scruffy face with both hands and kissed him over and over. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Rafael put his own cup on the nightstand, snaked an arm around Jude’s waist, and pulled him on top of his stretched out form. “I’m so happy you’re happy.”
“Ah, you’re so warm. And furry.” Jude nuzzled his partner’s chest. “I’m not happy, I’m absolutely ecstatic. No more hitting the island with the dishwasher door. No more walking all the way around the island to get to the other side of dishwasher. No more loud wash cycle…. I’m in heaven. Or getting old getting excited over appliances. One or the other.”
“We’re a long way since I gave you LSD for your birthday huh?“
Jude chuckled. “Wee bit. But I’d still do LSD with you.”
“I think I know what we’re doing over Christmas.”
Jude giggled. “Have a Christmas light rave.”
“That sounds excellent. Mnnf, you’re distracting me with the way you’re moving your hips…”
“Have your balls reloaded from last night?” Jude slipped his hands between them.
“Very much.”
“I think we need to continue from last night…” He caressed Rafael through the white cotton.
“Oh hell that feels good! Yea-yeah we can definitely continue. Just remember, we have to be presentable by noon.”
“It’s 9:30. Dick first.”
“Our tea is going to go cold.”
“We can reheat it.” He circled his thumb over the tip of Rafael’s cockhead trapped under the cotton.
He hissed. “Jesus christ, I need to get these off!”
“I was hoping you were going to say that, or I’m gonna have a real hard time sucking you off.”

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“I have to say, I normally feel kind of ambivalent when company’s want to send me products, but I was already wearing House Arrest’s brand when they e-mailed me. And these boxer briefs are so goddamn comfy, and no wedg – oh hey everyone, it’s my boyfriend. Hi Jax.”
“Hey gorgeous. You streaming for Platform?”
“Yep. I’m doing a promo for underwear.”
“God your ass looks good in those, but it would look amazing in a paper bag.”
Tom giggles. “It would not. And it would crinkle if I even breathed. You’d get papercuts walking to the fridge. Fabric like this is much more comfortable. And soft.”
Jax climbs up on the bed.
“Oh hello there. Are you joining me on the stream?”
“I need to feel this for myself.” Jax cups Tom’s ass and squeezes. “Yeah that’s nice. Soft but I can still get a good grip…”
“Jax – woah, hey, just a reminder I’m still streaming,” Tom stammers.
“Let em watch,” Jax suggests. He kisses Tom’s neck and brings their bodies together.
Tom gasps. “Christ you are a madman!”
Jax slips his arm around Tom’s torso, and slides his hand down his thigh.
“Aah!” Tom arches against Jax. He puts an arm around his neck and gives in to the desire to kiss that man and let him ravish his mouth in return.

In a moment, streaming seems marginally less important than it was a moment ago. Tom lowers his hand with the phone as he gets distracted by the way Jax is making him feel. Jax cups Tom between the legs and squeezes. Tom makes a guttural cry. The phone falls to the bed. Jax guides Tom backwards to the bed and pulls the underwear off so he can stroke him properly. Tom twists his fingers into Jax’s hair and keens.

When they finish and the Earth stops spinning, Tom gets his wits back about him. “…Is my phone still streaming?” He wipes his hand on the sheets and picks it up; his face goes pale. “Oh shit it is. Uhhh hi everyone. Oh my god there’s so many people watching this. Um. Fuck uhh. Well that was a little unexpected. I- uh-”
Jax takes the phone. “Your boy’s a little busy now. Leave a message.” He shuts off the recording.
Tom covers his face with his hands and groans. “Thanks for doing that. Fuck, I may get decommissioned for that.”
“But people will be talking about it for a while.”
“Yeah I guess it’s true. Any press is good press right? Mmn I love it when you kiss me. Wanna take a shower together?” Tom asks.
“Oh hell yeah, we haven’t done that in a while.”

Tom later posts a photo on Instagram of the pair of underwear in front of the shower door. “Sorry to everyone who watched my stream on Platform last night. I didn’t intend to keep recording during an intimate moment with my boyfriend. I really apologize you had to listen to that. Some of you seemed to uhhh not mind so much, but others were upset. I apologize, but sometimes, real life interrupts the life we craft for ourselves, and those moments matter more than what you’re doing on your phone.”
To his surprise, the underwear company loves the photo and wants to use it for a campaign. Tom is less impressed when he gets offers to shoot porn, and turns them down. He has standards, really.

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Archy knocked.
“Enter,” Victor said.
Archy let himself in. “Hello, Sir~”
“Oh hello. Wow you are better looking in person than in the photos.”
Archy smiled. “I always like to hear that. Thank you for selecting me.”
“You were my first choice, I’m glad you were available.”
“Oh stop,” Archy giggled with a hand wave. “You’re gonna make me blush, and I get so embarrassed when I blush.”
“I bet you look even cuter.”
Archy giggled some more and set down his things. The more the guy spoke, the more he could detect an uneven tone to his voice, but it didn’t bother him. Dude was sex on a stick. “I can already tell we are going to have fun, but how can I satisfy you this evening?”
“Well,” Victor paused to stretch. “I had a stroke last year.”
Archy gasped. “You had a stroke? But you’re so young!”
“It is uncommon. I fly a lot for work. I got DVT, and a clot led to a stroke. Apparently I had a defective narrow artery. Bad combo.”
“Oh honey!” Archy covered his mouth. “You lucky thing to survive that.”
“Thank you, you’re sweet. I was. I had a great care team. Thing is, though, I haven’t had the confidence to have sex since the stroke. I’ve been working on my body, my mind, and well-” Victor gestured. “I thought I’d reward myself by summoning professional service.”
Archy put his hand over his chest. “Oh honey, I am honored. Um, may I ask a question though?”
“Sure thing, babe.”
“Have you uh – you know, jerked off since the stroke? Like, it’s not like all still in there in your balls right?”
Victor laughed. “Of all the questions I’ve been asked. Yes, I’ve had a lot of release since then. I do love masturbating. But I’m tired of my hand, sitting in the bed alone in the dark. I want to feel the heat and connection of someone else.”
Archy walked over to him and put a hand on his thigh. “I am going to do everything I know in my book to rock your world tonight. I promise.”
Victor smiled. “You have a book?”
“Oh yes, the Twink’s Guide to Dick and Taking Dick. On the Barnes n Nobles best seller list, I assure you.”
That made Victor laugh. “You’re hilarious. I would honestly read that. Do you drink? I’d love to pour you some champagne.”
“Anytime a hot man wants to pour me champagne, I ain’t gonna say no. But I will tell you, I can drink a little, but I can’t do my job intoxicated.”
Victor got up and walked over to the mini bar. “Psht. I have a feeling you could do your job even in space.”
“….I think I love you.”

Victor laughed again and grabbed the bottle opener. “Here, let’s have a toast to a night of good sex.” They popped the cork (Archy squealed), and Victor poured into two glasses.
“Cheers?” Victor asked.
“Cheers to sex,” Archy corrected.
“Cheers to sex.” Clink.

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