If Dane had ever been happier, he couldn’t recall when.
They spent the rest of the afternoon kissing and caressing each other. They made love once more before they picked up their clothes and walked through garden to the house. It wasn’t until they arrived inside that Dane realised his head wasn’t aching, and he still felt an unbelievable sense of joy.
They dumped their clothes on the dining table, and Ryan followed Dane into the living room. Ryan sat first, pulling Dane onto him. After adjusting themselves so that Dane was between Ryan’s legs, his back resting against Ryan’s chest, Dane spoke.
“I guess this changes things a little.”
Ryan kissed the top of Dane’s head. “How’s that?”
“I can’t expect you to clean my house after what just happened.”
“Why not?”
“It’d feel awkward.”
Ryan crossed his arms over Dane’s chest. “I don’t see why. I don’t pay any rent. I don’t pay any bills.”