Chad and Ryan had had a good day. No, not just a good day. A really, really good day. They'd gotten up early to go golfing. Then they'd gone to the movies to see a musical that Chad didn't hate. At least, he said he didn't. Then they ate a ridiculously huge meal at the resort. Then they swam, but mostly laid on inflatable alligators in the pool. Then they went to the Evans', where Ryan practically had his own floor of the house, and made out. It could be said that copious amounts of making out occurred.

"God," Chad said, sounding extremely satisfied when all was said and done.

"Ryan, actually," Ryan corrected him, putting the fedora he'd been wearing pre-make out session back on his head. "When'd you knock that off?"

"Dunno. First five minutes or so, maybe? Does it matter? It's on again."

"I probably look terrible."

Chad rolled his eyes. "You look fabulous, Ry. Simply fabulous."

"Let's try that with a little more sarcasm next time. I want it pouring, not dripping."

Chad gave him a kiss, presumably to shut him up. It worked, and they were back at it for a time, but eventually, Ryan protested, saying his lips felt swollen.

"I'll be softer," Chad promised.

"Maybe later," said Ryan, smiling. "We should watch old television reruns, I think." He flipped on the TV as they got into their normal positions, Chad sitting up and Ryan laying down with his head in Chad's lap. Happy Days was just starting. Ryan sang along with the theme song.

"I don't understand it," Chad said when it was over. "Your voice, I mean. How do I still freak out every time I hear it?"

"Same reason I still freak out whenever I see you hit a ball with a stick," said Ryan. "We love each other and, more importantly to this particular question, we want each other's bodies."

"True," said Chad. "I just didn't realize that it could, you know, last this long."

"It's only been a year."

"Yeah, but you haven't gotten sick of me. And I've never gotten sick of you. Doesn't that happen in, like, every relationship?"

"It doesn't have to," Ryan reached up and brushed some stray hairs out of Chad's face. "And I don't think it will."

"Does it ever scare you?" asked Chad, sounding serious. He looked down at Ryan. Looking at him in the eye, he asked, "I mean, the thought of being together for ... a long time?"

"You can say 'forever,' Chad," Ryan said. "And yeah, it does. But it's a good kind of scary. I mean, I was happy enough before, but with you, now? I don't think there's anything better for me, anywhere."

"I know what you mean." Chad leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Ryan repositioned himself so he could kiss Chad on the lips. Just once, though. OK, twice. Alright, maybe he should do it again. It never ceased to amaze Ryan how ... ravenous they could both be sometimes. Sure, it was still June, and they'd only been able to see each other regularly since Ryan moved back two weeks ago, but shouldn't they be tired of each other's mouths and hands and torsos and oh wow, that was new.

No, he thought later, when Chad had nodded off and Ryan wondered idly how angry Mr. Danforth would be that his should-be-heterosexual son was staying over at the gay drama kid's house again. It wasn't that Mr. Danforth disliked Ryan. He just disliked that his son wasn't normal, or something like that. Ryan pushed the thought aside and looked at Chad, whose head had fallen onto Ryan's shoulder at some point. This boy, the boy he'd wanted for so long, who he'd had for a year now and didn't ever want to let go ... What had he done to have gotten so lucky?

Chad stirred. Ryan kissed him on the top of his head.

"Hey," he said softly. "You fell asleep again. You awake enough to drive home?"

Chad blinked at him and shook his head. "I'll tell my dad we weren't making out."

Ryan laughed, quietly, so as not to wake Chad up any more. "I don't think you have to be specific."

"I never am. Except with my mom." Chad grinned and kissed Ryan before lying down and going back to sleep.

After one more episode of Happy Days, Ryan laid down next to Chad. He laced his fingers through his boyfriend's. Anti-gay dads aside, things were somewhere close to ideal, and that was the last thought he had before curling up to Chad and falling dead asleep.