Three months later
“She’s still adorable, isn’t she?”
Sam grimaced. “Ahh, love, I’m not sure adorable is quite the right word anymore. I mean, the snoring sort of ruins the whole adorable vibe, don’t you think?”
With a quiet laugh, Ollie reached over to turn out the light. Sam saw him glance toward the corner of the bedroom one more time, grinning. Sandy lay curled up on her bed, a fluffy brown and white ball of fur, and she was indeed snoring quite loudly.
“No. No, the snoring is part of the adorable, because it’s just so... cute,” Ollie argued, and he turned over to face Sam, then cuddled up in his spot, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder. His hand settled on Sam’s stomach.
Smiling softly, Sam let his fingers trace a gentle path up Ollie’s forearm. “If you say so.” His hand stopped when he reached Ollie’s elbow, and then Sam pressed a kiss into Ollie’s hair. “You still want to try to get the fence painted tomorrow? That’s the last thing on our list, right?”
He felt Ollie nod against him, and Ollie then tilted his head back until their eyes met. “Yeah. Then we’re officially done with all renovations and everything. And we can finally get our weekends back.”
Sam laughed, and they came together for a soft kiss. “And maybe I can take my husband out to dinner tomorrow? To celebrate?” Sam asked when they pulled apart.
“Your husband might like that,” Ollie replied, grinning. “He might like that a whole lot.”
Their lips met again. Ollie rested one hand on Sam’s chest and then trailed it down to graze low along Sam’s stomach, sending a rush of strong, familiar feelings of desire and arousal through Sam. He moaned and closed his eyes as Ollie’s fingers teased just under the hem of his shirt.
When Ollie pulled away a moment later, Sam opened his eyes partway. Ollie had propped himself up on one arm and was still caressing Sam’s abdomen, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“What?” Sam asked, his voice low and thick. Ollie grinned and reached up to push Sam’s hair back off his forehead.
“You need a haircut is all.”
Sam laughed as Ollie leaned in to kiss his lips. “Yeah, I’ve been busy. Keeping my husband happy and all that, you know.”
That was the right thing to say, because Ollie’s expression brightened, and he sat up more and then scooted over until he was straddling Sam’s thighs, both hands coming to rest on Sam’s hips.
“Heisvery happy. You’re doing a wonderful job.” Ollie slid his hands up under Sam’s shirt and then tugged at it gently. “Except this shirt. Your husband doesn’t like when you wear it to bed. You should definitely take it off. Make him even happier.”
“God, Oll,” Sam groaned, and he sat up and quickly slipped his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the floor. “Better?”
Sam didn’t give Ollie a chance to respond before his hands moved up to frame Ollie’s face. Gently, wanting to be sure Ollie knew just how loved and cherished he was, Sam drew Ollie closer until their lips met in another soft kiss. Sam’s hands then slowly slipped down and under Ollie’s shirt, pausing as his warm fingers grazed along the smooth skin just above the waistband of Ollie’s pajama pants.
“Yes. Please,” Ollie rasped before Sam could even ask.
“Mmm,” Sam hummed, splaying his hands on Ollie’s back and rubbing gently upward. His arousal twitched with want, and he groaned again as he felt Ollie rock against him gently. “Mmm, what does my husband want tonight? God, I love calling you that.”
Ollie let out some quiet sigh and then tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Sam took that as an invitation, trailing a slow path of kisses down Ollie’s throat. His skin tasted fresh and slightly salty, like it always did, and some deep need throbbed through Sam.
But Ollie hadn’t answered him yet, and so Sam continued as unhurried as he could, exploring his husband’s jaw and neck with his lips and tongue.
After another minute, Ollie moaned softly and leaned his head forward against Sam’s shoulder. His hands settled on Sam’s hips. “I... I... want...”
“You want...?” Sam’s voice was rough now, tinged with desire, and he let his hands slide down to rest low on Ollie’s back as he waited for Ollie to finish his sentence.
Ollie pulled back, and Sam’s stomach clenched slightly as he saw Ollie’s serious expression.
“I want . . . Um . . . t-to talk.”
“Okay,” Sam said slowly. He tried not to guess, to let his mind race with the need to know what was going through Ollie’s head right then. Instead, he just rubbed one hand softly up Ollie’s back and waited.
Ollie’s expression tightened again, but then he dropped his head back to Sam’s shoulder with a deep sigh. “Sorry, it’s...”
Sam felt his husband’s lips press into his shoulder, and he held Ollie to him as his heart started racing.
“Are you okay, love?” he asked, his voice trembling.
