This fic is inspired by the one episode where Jeff stays with Abed and also the youtuber Simone Giertz and her loft bed video, which is more fun than it sounds.
"I don't want to," Abed said.
"Okay," Troy said, a little concerned, "why not?"
"We've always had bunk beds. I like the top bunk."
"But I want to share a bed with my husband."
"A bunk bed is essentially sharing a bed."
"It's okay if you don't want to sleep next to me. You can tell me if it's a comfort thing or a touch thing-"
"No, I like sleeping next to you. I just don't want to get rid of our bunk beds."
"Ah. Okay. Do you trust me to try to figure out an alternative?" Troy asked.
"Of course. Do you promise to tell me before you change something?"
"Always." These little promises, seemingly insignificant assurances that they made to each other dozens of times a week, were almost as precious as their wedding vows.
"I'm gonna solve this," Troy promised, leaning over to kiss Abed, "Until then we'll keep the bunk beds."
"I know you're going to solve it," Abed said, "I trust you." That meant everything to Troy. Abed knew his husband was smart and capable and had their best interests at heart and so Abed trusted Troy. Troy would do anything to keep deserving that trust.
"I love you."
"I love you too." That meant everything to Troy, too. The fact that Abed said it back now when he could have very easily kept playing Han Solo forever. But they weren't characters in some show or movie. They were real adults with real love and real problems, and a real bunk bed that needed to be dealt with.
It took Troy a little over a week to figure out a solution and it would probably take him another two days to put it together, but first, he had to talk to his husband.
"Loft bed," Troy said, popping up behind Abed. When Troy had first moved in with Abed, after sailing around the world, it took Abed a little bit to get used to Troy again. To not startle when Troy was suddenly there next to him. To stop looking at him like he might not be real. Now they had fallen back into the comfortable cycles they'd had in college. Now they were even more comfortable with each other than they had been in college.
"What?"
"It's a bed on a platform! We could make a loft bed that's big enough for both of us and use the space underneath for like, a desk, or storage, or a fort."
"Hm…" Abed thought about it for a minute before smiling, "A bunk bed that's big enough for both of us. With secrets underneath. I like it."
"I'll draw up plans to build it right away, and then set to work." Since Troy's job was essentially to make sure that the money he had inherited hadn't vanished, he had a lot of time to work on personal projects around the house. Which meant everything in their house was perfect, including, soon, their loft bed.
"Are you ready?" Troy asked. Abed stood next to him with his eyes squeezed shut.
"Ready." Troy swung the door open and Abed opened his eyes, examining the room in front of him. It mostly looked the same, except for the bed. The loft was several feet off the ground and had a little ladder leading up to it that hooked onto the bed frame. The front had a curtain hiding what was underneath and the top had their sheets and pillows and some artfully placed fairy lights.
"We can take them down if you want, I just thought it added to the ambiance."
"It does. It's nice. What's under there?"
"Our private theatre." Troy threw the curtain with a bit of flair and showed Abed the cozy nook below, big enough for both of them. There were beanbags and a few blankets, as well as a mini-fridge, mini popcorn machine, and a tiny projector.
"This is the coolest thing I've ever seen," Abed said, torn between diving into the movie cave and kissing his husband. After a moment of thinking, he chose the kiss, and after a few more moments they had clambered up onto their loft bed and the kiss continued comfortably.
"This is perfect," Abed said when he'd finally pulled away, looking at Troy's face, illuminated by fairy lights.
"I told you I'd solve it."
"I never doubted you for a second."