One night in 2022...
“Okay, I’m gonna say something and you’re not allowed to hate me.”
Dan smiles. “Pretty sure I’m actually not allowed to hate you. It’s like, against the law or something.” Their joined hands lie between them on the bed; he twists the ring on Phil’s finger for emphasis.
Phil chuckles slightly. “Even if I say would you mind just… going to sleep right now?”
“Oh thank god. I didn’t want to say it.” Dan buries his face in the pillow to hide his laughter.
“You were the one who asked not to have sex.”
“You didn’t need to respond with such enthusiasm!”
“Shut up,” Dan says, but his voice is fond. He shifts closer to kiss him, softly, and Phil melts into it.
“We did that bit already,” he reminds Dan. “Came a bit after ‘I do’ and a while before everyone got blindingly drunk.”
“Absolutely bungalowed,” Dan agrees. He yawns. “Okay, let’s be a boring married couple and go to sleep.”
“I like the sound of that,” says Phil.
“Good to know. Divorces are expensive and time consuming and we don’t have a pre-nup.”
A muffled noise of protest emerges from somewhere in the back of Phil’s throat. “You can’t say that when we’re going to sleep.”
“Just did. What are you going to do about it?”
As Phil rolls so he’s above Dan, he decides that perhaps he’s not that tired after all.