River

"Oh, fuck. You feel so damn good, baby." Skye had taken River on a date and ended it by driving him out to a secluded location for a moonlit picnic. They were tucked back in a clearing, with a beautiful lake in front of them and trees on all sides.

After their meal they had made out until they were both horny as hell, and then climbed into the car to head home so they could fuck each other senseless.

They hadn't made it that far, though. River had slid across the seat and straddled his husband's lap, knocking into the car horn and making it blare, startling them both, but then causing them to laugh heartily afterwards, before he'd pressed his lips to his husband's again.

"Want you," he'd said, "right now." Skye's eyes had blazed with heat and he'd moved River off of his lap so they could strip. It had been a bit awkward trying to get their clothes off in the car, but they had managed, and now River was straddling his husband's lap as Skye thrusted into him over and over. River mewled with pleasure, his own cock slapping against his stomach as he bounced up and down on his husband's cock, Skye's hands gripping his hips tightly, sweat covering their bodies.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, baby," Skye breathed. "So fucking gorgeous, riding me." His voice was raspy and deep and it sent a shiver down River's spine, making his balls tingle and his cock weep, more precum leaking down the sides.

"Nnnggg," he whimpered, his head thrown back as Skye's cock pegged his prostate with each rise and fall of his body.

"God, I want to make you come so bad," Skye rasped. "Fucking come for me, baby. I want to see that gorgeous cock spraying all over me."

River gripped his cock and stroked furiously, and seconds later he was howling Skye's name as his cum covered his husband's chest and slid down his torso.

Skye growled and started thrusting even harder. "Fuck, yes. So fucking hot, angel." He thrust two more times and then he was coming with a shout, emptying his release in River's hole and filling him up.

River collapsed on his husband, drinking in the smells of leather, sweat, and sex.

"Best date ever," River murmured, and Skye laughed.

It had been seven months since River had seen the doctor Anna had recommended, and after listening to his symptoms she had suggested a tilt table test, which had been rather uncomfortable, as it exacerbated River's symptoms of lightheadedness and dizziness, but thankfully he'd managed not to pass out, and she was indeed able to diagnose him with POTS as a result.

She explained that the condition was a dysfunction of the autonomic nervous system, which meant his nervous system wasn't balancing his blood pressure and heart rate when he changed positions, particularly when he went from sitting or lying down to standing. This could cause a variety of symptoms and looked different with each patient. She recommended a new medication for River to try, along with the things he'd been doing already, such as drinking a lot of water, getting a certain amount of protein each day, and wearing compression stockings to help pump the blood up from his legs in order to reduce his symptoms. Because some patients experienced POTS as a result of their sympathetic nervous system being hyperactive, she also recommended River start meditation if he wasn't doing it already, and focus on mindfulness in general. This would help his parasympathetic nervous system re-engage.

He'd been on the medication since then and had started meditating, and while he wasn't cured, he'd noticed some improvement. He'd been able to get up and move around the house more, do some chores, or exercise a small amount before he got worn out again and had to take a break. He was spending more and more time out of bed in small bursts and it felt good. He couldn't be on his feet for long periods of time still, but he was thankful for the small amount of progress that he'd made.

They were back to having anal sex at least twice a week, which was River's favorite part of feeling better, and he was pretty sure it was Skye's too. After being too sick and worn out to engage in anything other than handjobs or frotting for the longest time, they were able to have the connection they both craved once again. He knew how much his husband loved being inside of him, and River couldn't deny that he'd noticed a shift in Skye's mood as a result, and he was so glad that this was something he could give to his husband again after everything Skye had given him.

He still dealt with the tailbone pain and the issues with his jaw, and being in pain every day was exhausting, there was no doubt about it. He still struggled, still cried sometimes when it all felt so overwhelming, still hated that he couldn't do so many of the things he loved. But every time he looked at his husband he was reminded of how blessed he was. How loved he was, and that he had an amazing partner going through this life with him. He knew that no matter how difficult things got, he would always have Skye. The man who meant the world to him, the sunshine in his darkness and the rainbow after his storm.

River felt Skye kissing the top of his head before he lifted it, his chest now sticky with his own release from being pressed up against his husband. He ran a finger through his cum and lifted it to Skye's lips. His husband smirked and took River's finger into his mouth, licking and sucking, making River's dick twitch as it tried to rally again at the sight. "Not tonight," Skye said with a smile, popping off of his finger and pressing another kiss to River's lips. "We should get home and get some sleep. We have a party to get ready for tomorrow, and that means getting up bright and early."

Skye was right. They had a big day tomorrow and needed to get home. River would have to stretch for a while before bed to relieve the ache in his hips and tailbone after their fuck session, but it had been worth it.

"Ooh, yes, I want baby cuddles," River said, shifting off of his husband and handing Skye some wipes from the glove box to clean himself off.

Skye chuckled. "If you can get the little monkey to let you hold him for more than three seconds. That little dude is a whirlwind."

River laughed. Josiah was eighteen months old and looked just like his father, with Nick's hazel eyes and brown hair, but he had Jenna's fiery, outgoing personality. The little guy never stopped moving, but he was adorable as hell and they all loved him to bits. The fact that he was starting to talk and was calling them "Wiver" and "Kye" was the best part of all and it made River's heart melt every time. He was in a constant battle with Josiah to stop stealing his glasses right off his face every time he held him, though. The little thief.

River couldn't wait to see everyone. They were having their friends over tomorrow, along with Grace, to celebrate River's health improving, and they were going all out with decorations, food, and games. River had balked at the idea when Skye first brought it up, saying it wasn't necessary, that parties were for birthdays and anniversaries, not something like this. But his husband had convinced him otherwise, telling him that life was full of so many difficult moments, and that every victory, every achievement, every milestone, deserved to be celebrated with the people you loved. River hadn't been able to argue with that, and their friends had been ecstatic about the idea.

So tonight they would go home and rest, and tomorrow they would party, because celebrations didn't happen nearly enough, and life deserved to be celebrated.

The End