The fire crackled in the fireplace. Brian and Tristan sat on the sofa, feet propped on the coffee table, drinking raspberry Lambic from champagne glasses. Brian had the pile of condoms packs with accompanying post it notes in his lap. “Use your tongue.”
“Did that.”
“Bend over,” Brian continued reading the notes aloud.
“Have done that.”
“Find the feather.”
Tristan raised an eyebrow at that one. “In your suitcase? Considering handcuffs were supplied…”
“Enh, we’ll look later. Make a honeymoon baby.”
“I don’t think we can manage that.”
That particular idea brought thoughts into Brian’s mind. “I know we kind of halfway had a conversation one time about children, but we got interrupted.”
“Neither you nor I have the right body parts to give birth.”
“Okay obviously true, but do you want
