25. Skye

Skye groaned the next morning when the alarm went off, reaching over blindly to pick up his phone and silence it.

"River." He tapped his husband. "Time to get up."

River groaned and pulled the covers up over his head.

"Come on, angel, I don't wanna get up either, but we gotta."

River's eyes stayed closed as he mumbled something unintelligible and shuffled closer to Skye, burrowing into his side.

"Uh uh, nice try," Skye said, shifting away. "Bet if I take away your warmth you'll get up faster." He climbed out of bed and River pulled the covers down long enough to glare at him before curling up underneath them again.

"Come on, River, we need to hurry. We have to be out of here in forty-five minutes."

"I'll be up in ten," River said, his voice muffled under the covers. "Promise."

"We could shower together." Skye grinned when the covers came off of River's face again and he was smirking.

"Somehow I don't think that will be faster."

"More fun though," Skye said, and winked at his husband.

Skye laughed when River flung the covers aside and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the bathroom.

They were both a little late to work.

Skye was on cloud nine the entire day, thinking about the incredible night and morning he'd had with River. The shower had been amazing, washing each other's warm, wet bodies, his gaze trailing over River's body as the water glided down his tan skin, over corded muscles, and his perfect ass, making out before Skye had asked River if he could touch him again. He'd been so damn hard after having his hands all over River's incredible body and his cock had been throbbing. Fortunately, River's had, too, and he'd nodded, letting Skye take him in hand and stroke him as the water rained down on them, washing away the soap and shampoo.

River had moaned and thrown his head back as Skye had pleasured him, his head against the shower wall, and Skye had devoured the sight of the water droplets clinging to his skin, sliding down his neck and pecs. He'd leaned forward and licked them up, sucking and nibbling on River's skin as he did, feeling his husband's cock throbbing and twitching in his grip. He fucking loved the feel of River's hard cock in his hand.

And when River had met his gaze and said, "Both of us, do both of us," Skye hadn't wasted a second. He'd moved closer and gripped both of their cocks in his hand, and they'd both shuddered at the incredible pleasure of having their cocks against each other's, hard and begging for release.

"God, why does that feel so good?" River had rasped as Skye had stroked them, their breaths mingling between them.

"Fuck, angel," Skye had moaned so loudly he thought the neighbors might hear even over the sound of the shower running, "you feel incredible. Love this cock, baby."

River had gripped his face and kissed him deeply, and all it had taken was a few more strokes before they had both come together, crying out each other's names, their releases covering Skye's hand. He'd licked off the evidence of their mutual orgasms and then planted another heated kiss on River's lips.

They had come so far in such a short amount of time, and Skye was incredibly grateful for every moment, every touch, every kiss, he shared with the man he loved.

"Hey, babe, how was work?" Skye asked when River got home that evening.

"It was fine," River said, smiling at his husband. "My coworkers seemed confused as to why I was both exhausted and couldn't stop smiling at the same time. I'm pretty sure I'd had six cups of coffee by ten am."

Skye chuckled. "Me too," he said, sliding his arms around River's waist. "I'm beat. It was worth it though."

"Yeah, it was," River said, and pressed his lips to Skye's. "I love being married to you, Skye. And I don't want to jinx it, but I do think that migraine medication is helping. I haven't had a migraine since I started taking it."

"That's good. So is that the best part of being married to me so far?" he teased. "Your migraine medication?"

"It's up there," River said with a grin. "I think last night and this morning top it, though."

"I don't know. If you'd had a migraine we wouldn't have had last night," Skye pointed out, sliding his hands away from River and heading into the kitchen, but not before he planted a kiss on his forehead.

"That's true," River said, following after him. "Would you like me to make dinner?" he asked.

Skye eyed him. "Really? The last time you made food for me it was breakfast, and I got burnt toast and a banana."

River narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "Fine, I'll never make anything for you again."

Skye grinned. "From the bottom of my heart, thank you." He slid his arm around River's waist and pulled him close enough that their bodies were pressed together, River's hands resting on his chest. His smile widened. "Now, kiss me, and get out of my kitchen."

River grinned, and obeyed, slapping Skye on the ass on his way out.