“That kind of thinking I can live with,” Tristan said with a soft smile. “I like you a lot, too. An awful lot.” He wriggled a little until his face was level with Sam’s and then kissed him gently.
“Many happy returns,” he whispered.
Sam grinned. He had remembered his birthday? “Thank you.” He kissed him back and they lingered a little while before Tristan pulled away.
“Wait there,” he said, and threw back the covers and bounded out of the bed, stark naked, and disappeared through the door. Sam settled himself against the pillows and waited. After a little while he returned, balancing a tray. Sam sat up a little and viewed the contents. His heart melted a little.
“Just so you know I am not completely helpless; I have made you tea.” Tristan put the tray on a small table by the fire.
“Tristan…” Sam was touched.