2:00 AM Drabble
Warrant Officer Vato Furman knew that there were problems with having a younger lover.
First: the noise. He was just so damn noisy.
Second: the energy. Constant, endless energy. The kind that got you woken up at two in the morning to make love until four; grabbed an hour's sleep and was bright eyed and ready for a new day. While you felt – and looked – like you'd had sex from two till four with one hour's sleep, and then had to deal with your coworkers' valiant attempts NOT to comment on how you looked.
Third: Did I mention the noise?
Of course there were compensations – bright blue eyes, strong white teeth in an adoring smile. And those hands –
But did it make up for the inconvenience of a younger lover?
That one exhausting day when he was struggling home, almost too tired to see, a soft male voice behind him brought Furman to a sudden stop.
"You look fatigued in the extreme, my dear man, - here, allow me." And Furman had found himself swept up in strong arms – in public no less!
"Major! What do you think you're doing?"
"Fear not, darling Vato! This method of pampering our lovers has been passed down in the Armstrong Family for generations!" Furman had no choice but to curl up against the immense chest and be carried home, falling asleep on the way.
He woke up after a marvelous nap to clean quarters, an excellent dinner, and a lover with a massive wish to please him by doing anything Vato Furman wanted.
Having a younger lover wasn't all bad.
He even liked the sparkles.