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Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a fic ( Read more... )
"That," slurred Martin as Douglas sat him down on the bed and helped him with his shirt buttons, "Was the best birthday. E~ver."
Douglas grunted uninterestedly and stepped back, debating whether he should attempt to remove Martin's pants.
Maybe later.
"No, really!" Martin flopped back onto the bed and rubbed his face in the bedding (silk sheets; let it never be said that Douglas Richardson was a cheap, unromantic date). "It was all smashing, really. And you...you, with your cranberry juice and your little-"
"Yes, thank you, Martin." Douglas pulled Martin's second shoe off with a hearty tug and staggered back. Martin giggled, wiggled his toes, and flapped his arms up and down across the bed as if he were making a snow angel. "I'm glad you had fun. Jolly good. Nothing could make me happier."
Finally catching on to the fact that he should be undressing for bed, Martin fumbled at his belt and managed to get his trousers down to mid-thigh before he aborted his disrobing to purse his lips and cease all toe-wiggling.
"You didn't, though."
"Mmm?" Douglas regarded the man, sprawled in socks, boxers, and undershirt, and pursed his lips.
"Have fun. You didn't have fun. You can't drink." Martin's glance was less upset than it was accusatory; he raised his head and fixed Douglas in a stare. "That's- that's not fair!"
"Martin," Douglas said as he grabbed hold of Martin's shoulders and dragged him bodily up the bed and manhandled him under the covers. "I can assure you, I am perfectly content."
Martin grinned, shut his eyes, and promptly fell asleep in about two seconds.
Douglas undressed and slipped into bed in silence, but with a smile on his lips: the smug, self-satisfied smile of the only man in the room who will not be hungover at his six A.M. wake-up call.
Life was jolly good indeed.
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