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Chapter Four: The Honeymoon
Their honeymoon had been amazing. They hadn't gone anywhere, but Sam's parents had sprung for the boys to spend a long weekend in a rental cabin overlooking a lake. The scenery was so beautiful that they had spent their first few hours as husbands sitting on the grass watching the sun set over the water before making love beneath the vibrant colors of the dusky sky, warm summer breezes caressing their bare skin.
The wedding had all happened in a rush. Everything had to be hurried so that Rory could be legally married by the time his visa expired. They'd been running nonstop for the three weeks, and it felt amazing to finally have it all behind them. There was no more planning to be done, no more frantic last minute calls to the jewelers to be made. Sam and Rory now had time to just be and reflect on why they'd fallen in love with each other.
They were free to just lie in each other's arms and fall more and more in love. As the stars began to come out, Sam would point to the constellations and explain them to Rory, who was curled into his side beneath their blanket with his head resting lazily against the blonde's chest, trailing his fingers idly along the skin of Sam's stomach as he listened.
When they decided it was time to head inside, they playfully chased each other to the shower, pausing to sweetly kiss each time one would catch the other. They finally made it to the bathroom and made love again beneath the warm spray of water.
That was how the night went, alternating between loving, innocent touches, sweet, whispered conversations, and passionate, not-so innocent touches that would lead to the boys once again bringing their bodies together as one.
At some point they fell asleep, legs tangled and fingers intertwined.
Sam woke to the feeling of the heat of the sun's rays playing across his face as the light streamed in through the window. He reached across the small space, heart falling a bit when he feels the empty space beside him where Rory had been, where Rory belonged. His eyes fluttered open to sleepily to look around. The brunette was nowhere to be seen, but the familiar sound of his voice drifted into the quiet bedroom. Sam's heart fluttered as he heard the song coming from somewhere outside the bedroom.
He threw his legs over the side of the bed and found himself being drawn toward the joyful sound of his husband singing coming from the kitchen. Sam as he watched the scene from the kitchen doorway. An audible gasp escaped him as the weight of his emotion and love for Rory struck him.
Sam watched as Rory, dressed only in the white dress shirt that Sam had worn during their wedding, as he made breakfast for the pair. The Irish boy's back was turned as he busied himself with whatever was on the counter, his hips swaying freely to the song playing softly on the radio. His voice was discernible over the music as he sang along, his voice untroubled and passionately happy.
It may have been that it was a country song that he was singing or that he was wearing Sam's clothes, but in that moment, a tear slid down the blonde's face. He stood frozen with his own emotion, watching silently as his soul mate danced blissfully in front of him, totally unaware of Sam's presence.
Her daddy says, he ain't worth a lick.
When it comes to brains, he got the short end of the stick.
But Katie's young and man, she just don't care. She'd follow Tommy anywhere.
Even from Sam's vantage point, it was clear that Rory's face pulled into a wide, blinding smile as the song drifted into the chorus, and he continued to sing along, animated.
She's in love with the boy.
She's in love with the boy.
She's in love with the boy.
And even if they have to run away,
She's gonna marry that boy someday
Sam watched Rory tapping his foot against the floor as his hips swayed to the song. He couldn't hold himself back any longer and closed the gap between the two to wrap his arms around Rory's waist. The blonde dipped his head down to rest on Rory's shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
"I love you so much, Rory. You have no idea."
The Irish boy's ocean blue eyes sparkled with his own emotion and his grin widened into a heart-stopping smile. He felt Sam's lips turned up in a smile against the skin of his neck. Warmth spread though his body as he felt the blonde press a sweet kiss behind his ear.
"I love you too, Sammy," Rory beamed, his voice slightly breathless but exuberant and filled with emotion.
Sam's hands began to work their way underneath the shirt Rory was wearing, and his fingers ghosted against the bare skin of Rory's stomach as his lips continued their work against the boy's skin. It didn't take long until the idea of breakfast was completely and totally abandoned, the counter now used for an entirely new purpose.
Finally, the shirt ended up on the bedroom floor as the boys finally made their way back to bed, collapsing heavily on it and tangling their bodies together, totally sated...for the moment.
A/N: I'd love to hear prompts for this story. If there's anything you'd like to see in his story, please, don't hesitate to tell me. :)