Stepping into the hotel lobby, Mason feels giddiness spread through him about being here.

He and Jamie are back in Boise for the summer and are spending the weekend at a hotel for their one year anniversary. Jamie's mom gave them her credit card for them to use and Mason doesn't think he's ever loved her more.

She's always acted like a second mom to him and Mason is so grateful that she supports him and Jamie so much. Both on their own and together. Instead of calling his own mom to talk about possible degrees for him to major in, he talked to Jamie's mom and she helped him figure things out. When Mason showed up earlier that morning, she had hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before sending him upstairs to where Jamie still was in his room.

Which leads them to where they are now, in a hotel after having a picnic lunch. Jamie is at the front desk, checking them into their room and Mason is watching and admiring him. Jamie takes his hand as he leads Mason to their room, up the elevator and down two hallways. He lets Mason step into the room first and Mason's heart skips a beat at how much of a gentleman his boyfriend is.

The room is big and fancy considering the price. The windows take up almost the entire back wall and overlook trees and the river, the city life in the opposite direction. There's what looks like a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The bed is large and the duvet is poofy, as are the pillows. Mason would wonder if they could afford it if Jamie hadn't mentioned that his mom had recommended it.

Walking past the bathroom, Mason takes note of the mini-fridge and TV, the desk and the dressers. He stops at the foot of the bed and touches the duvet. It's soft and plush to the touch. Mason doesn't think he's ever stayed somewhere so nice.

He thinks about how he and Jamie are going to be spending the night in said bed and the night after. He can't wait.

Jamie walks up behind him and puts his hands on Mason's hips, sliding them around his waist. Mason leans back into his chest as Jamie hugs him from behind, holding a flower up in front of him.

Mason twists in his arms, looking up at him with a slack jaw. "What…?"

"A red carnation for pure love," Jamie says, holding the flower out to him.

He wants to cry. He thinks he might cry.

Looking down at the flower and back up to Jamie's face, Mason is speechless as he tries to figure out where Jamie got it. He attempts to speak but nothing comes out. He throws his arms around Jamie's neck and pulls him into a deep kiss.

"I- thank you," he finally gets out, taking the carnation. He tilts his head up and kisses Jamie's cheek. "It's almost as perfect as you," he flirts and revels in the way Jamie blushes.

He buries his face in Mason's hair and whines. It's adorable. He doesn't stay hidden for long, crouching to grab Mason around his thighs and standing, picking Mason up. Mason makes a startled noise as Jamie tosses him on the bed and Mason bounces on the mattress. Jamie looks at him with love and lust filling his blue eyes as he crawls up the bed and Mason's body.

"Hey," he says when they're face to face.

"Hi."

Mason puts the flower on the pillow next to them so they don't crush it and pushes his fingers into Jamie's hair. Cupping the back of his head, he brings their faces together into a kiss. Jamie's lips are soft and Mason never wants to stop kissing him.

Kissing him back, Jamie lowers his weight onto Mason, lying on his chest. He moves his hands to Mason's waist, holding him and tucking his hands under the hem of Mason's shirt. He strokes his skin and pushes up the sides of Mason's ribs.

With the hand not buried in Jamie's hair, Mason rubs down Jamie's back and grabs the back of his shirt. He tugs upward, pulling Jamie's shirt up to expose his body. He wants to press their bare chests together, wants to feel Jamie's body against his own without any clothing separating them.

They undress each other and then Jamie's prepping him with his fingers, stretching him open. Mason expects Jamie to push into him right away, but he doesn't. Instead, Jamie hovers over Mason, their faces only inches apart. With his clean hand, Jamie strokes over Mason's cheek before sliding his glasses up and out of the way. He takes the carnation and tucks the stem into Mason's hair, just over his ear.

Mason blushes and looks away for a second before turning back to Jamie. He doesn't need his glasses to see him, not when they're this close, and he cherishes being able to look at his boyfriend unobstructed. He stares into his bright blue eyes and pushes himself up to kiss Jamie again.

Pulling back from the kiss, Jamie wipes his hand on a towel he grabbed from the bathroom and lifts Mason's legs. Mason lets himself be manhandled to have his legs around Jamie's waist as Jamie lines up. Mason's heart sings in anticipation and he holds onto Jamie's shoulders. Taking his hands, Jamie interlaces their fingers before gently pushing in.

"Yes," Mason moans, arching his back and holding onto Jamie's hands.

He tightens his grip as Jamie bottoms out in him and he feels so full. Full and complete and connected. Jamie tilts his head down and brushes his lips over Mason's before pressing them together. He tenderly rocks into Mason and Mason feels like putty his in hands. He's pliant to Jamie's actions. He lets out a happy little sigh and would almost be embarrassed about it if it didn't make Jamie melt.

"I love you," Jamie murmurs into the kiss, pulling back to kiss Mason's forehead. Bringing their intertwined hands to his lips, he then kisses their knuckles and Mason feels so loved he wants to cry.

"I love you, too."

Jamie is caring and gentle as he makes love to Mason and Mason feels overwhelmed by just how much love Jamie has to give. To give him. He doesn't understand how someone can make him feel so delicate and precious the way Jamie is and it's amazing. It blows Mason's mind the things Jamie can do to him and the things he can make him feel.

He pushes his forehead up to rest against Jamie's as Jamie brings them both to completion. Pleasure rips through Mason as he holds on tight to Jamie, firmly gripping his hands and securing his legs around Jamie's waist to hold him close.

Jamie kisses him as he cleans them up with the towel before throwing it to the side and Mason is left drifting in his post-orgasmic bliss. The plush bedding he's lying on helps to keep him feel like he's floating. He closes his eyes and quietly enjoys how good he feels. It'd be better with Jamie cuddling into him and he reaches out for him without looking.

"Wait, wait," Jamie says, catching one of his hands and giving it a light squeeze. "Don't move."

Mason's okay with that- he's comfortable and lazy and doesn't want to move anyways- though he is curious as to what Jamie's up to. He listens to the sounds of Jamie shuffling around the room and then it's quiet.

Opening one eye to see what he's up to, Mason peers up at Jamie, who is standing at the side of the bed. He's holding his phone in a way that suggests he's taking a picture of Mason.

"What are you doing?" he mumbles, sliding his eye shut again.

"Have you heard of 'golden hour?'"

The term sounds familiar but Mason can't place it. "No?"

The bed shifts as Jamie climbs back off the bed and his weight settles on Mason's hips. "Look out the window."

Mason does and sees that it's approaching sunset and realizes they'll have the perfect view for watching it. He also takes note of the golden hue of the sky but that doesn't explain… "Why'd you take a picture of me, though?"

Beaming, Jamie turns around his phone to show the picture and oh.

In the picture, Mason is lit up, highlighted in gold. His skin is a deep, rich honey and looks smooth and soft. His eyelashes are casting a small shadow on his cheeks and his hair is messy but painted in the gentle light, accenting every curl. The curls that are pushed back by his glasses and splayed out on the pillow around his head. The carnation is a beautiful red-gold.

He looks back up at Jamie, who's practically giving him heart eyes, and notices the way Jamie's blond hair is lit up into a matching golden halo, his pale in comparison to Mason's. He sees the sun highlighting his cheekbones, bringing out his freckles. Mason switches to the camera of Jamie's phone and takes a picture of him, too. He shows it to Jamie who beams at him and leans down to kiss him.

Mason puts the phone to the side and tugs at Jamie until he's laying down with Mason and they kiss. His eyes start to grow heavy and he tucks his face into Jamie's neck while being mindful of his flower.

"Do you want to order in pizza?" Jamie whispers and that sounds like such a good idea.

"Oo, yes. But after a nap."

"What?" Jamie shifts, probably to look at him, but Mason keeps his face buried. "I'm starting to get hungry. I need food."

Mason pulls back and pouts. "I don't want to sleep through pizza, though. Just a quick nap?"

"How about," Jamie says slowly in a negotiating tone, "quick nap, then we order in pizza and cuddle while watching a movie or something on TV?"

"Perfect." Mason beams up at him and tucks himself back into Jamie's side.