Honeymoon

Honeymoon

Now I know I'm ready
Pour the night into a glass
Can I sip it slow and make it last? Norah Jones—Above Ground

Cloud was amused the next morning when he went to the store. Everyone who greeted him asked the same question.

“Aren’t you two on your honeymoon?”

“Well yeah. We took the week off work.”

“No, I mean aren’t you doing something special?”

To Cloud’s mind, which granted, was a little more addled than most, every day with Reno was special. What the fuck did location have to do with it? He had started that morning with sex that would peel paint off the wall. Could the nosy ass cashier at the grocery store say the same? He felt like asking her. “You got a hot redhead at home that licks your nipples till you bite the pillowcase, cupcake?”

Wasted effort, that. He would never understand people as long as he lived. But after hearing the question at the drug store, the news stand and from Tifa of all people, he’d had enough.

“Babe, let’s go to the fishing camp. I called and it’s empty, it’s off season and the town’s deserted. If one more person asks if we are doing something special for our honeymoon, I’ll kill them.”

“Haven’t killed anyone in ages anyway.” Reno muttered from under the covers. He sounded disappointed. Business had been slow lately. But he really didn’t care in the end. He called and borrowed Rude’s jeep. They packed and rode the ferry over to Costa del Sol, through town and out to the camp.

Cloud started the grill outside so they could huddle around a fire while the heat caught up inside. They snacked on smoked sausage and beer and shivered a little in the coolness of afternoon. “I love the beach this time of year,” Reno sighed. “It’s so quiet. I love it being…just us, you know?” Cloud leaned into a hug.

“Doesn’t seem that different, being married, you know?”

“’Cause it isn’t, yo. Just made something legal that’s been here a long time.”

“Hell of a party though.”

Reno laughed. It had been a hell of a party and as much as he had groused, he’d enjoyed the hell out of it. Their friends had seen right through them and given them what they wanted, but didn’t know how to ask for.

Reno licked sausage grease off his fingers and grinned. “Think it’s warm inside?”

Days out at the Point were warm enough to explore. There was a bird sanctuary, abandoned by birds in the cooler seasons but nice for walks in the cool sun. It was also, Reno noted, empty of the snakes that inhabited the lowlands in the warm summer months. Reno really did not like snakes but would deny being afraid of them; he preferred to say that he found them repulsive. There was also an abandoned carnival at the very end of the Point. The boys hopped the fence over the No Trespassing signs to investigate and made up all sorts of creepy ghost stories. Reno hid behind an old carousel, jumping out at Cloud to make him screech like a girl. They doubled over laughing until tears ran down their cheeks.

Both were sure no one back home would think this honeymoon special either.

Evenings, even in the warm coastal areas, were still too cool in the fall to enjoy the outdoors for too long. Cloud and Reno not being sane, however, took night walks on the beach while bundled up. The sky was so clear it was hard to imagine a star they couldn’t see. Coming back up the beach walk, it was easy to imagine the ghosts from the carnival following through the sea oats after them on the way to the house. “I hope they don’t expect to be invited to dinner,” Reno commented.

Warm finally, in the small kitchen and enjoying a luxury honeymoon dinner of home made fried chicken and cottage potatoes, they grinned at each other.

“Happy four day anniversary, babe.” Reno clinked his beer can against that of his new husband.

With literally nothing else to do, lovemaking was a slow and leisurely affair. The last time they had visited the camp it had been summer, and they had been tortured by hours of near nudity in the water. This time, they had hours, days. Every article of clothing was removed slowly, carefully, kissing and sighing in between. Unwrapping Cloud’s scarf, Reno stopped at each pass to press his lips to a different part of his face, while Cloud tried unsuccessfully to meet his lips. Reno just grinned with mischief and pulled away. Finally slipping naked beneath the covers of the old bed, they began touching as if trying to fingerprint every inch of each other’s bodies. Cloud kissed the underside of Reno’s collarbone, licking and biting a little, knowing it would drive him absolutely batshit crazy.

It worked.

Reno’s fingers began digging into the hollow above Cloud’s hips with a kind of desperation. It hurt to want this much, hurt to be this hard and this close to the man he loved so deeply but Reno would not rush this for the world. He leaned his head up and into the curve of Cloud’s neck, panting.

“Are you trying to kill me for the insurance money?”

Cloud laughed around the bit of flesh that he held between his teeth, letting it go with a slow lick. “Maybe. Is it over a hundred thousand gil?”

“Like I’m gonna tell you….” Reno moaned as Cloud’s mouth moved lower. Damn him. Reno pulled him back up to take his revenge; he knew exactly where Cloud loved to be touched and how. Trailing his fingers down his back and toward Cloud’s ass with determination, Reno had him moaning into his chest before he even reached his destination.

“What was that again?” he asked, grinning.

“Mmmphft,” was the only response as Reno dipped first one, then two fingers into Cloud. He hissed his pleasure as Reno smiled and flipped them both over. It was Reno’s turn to hiss and moan in pleasure as he slicked himself, then Cloud, and pressed up into him with all the slowness he could muster. The leisure they had enjoyed earlier seemed to have evaporated into the cool night air, the only word in his brain being now, now, now.

Would he ever get enough of this man? Looking down into Cloud’s beautiful face, slack with pleasure, he hoped not.

Meanwhile Cloud was hanging on to Reno for dear life, his only anchor as wave after wave of sweetness threatened to engulf him. Gods, Reno had his number when it came to sex. He simply could not resist the man, from first touch to final gasp of climax, he belonged to Reno. He always had. Finally giving up, he arched into Reno and cried out, knowing Reno would follow him into pleasure as he always did. He only dimly heard his shout, he was so absorbed in his own orgasm.

Reno kissed him as he came back to himself. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Damn, but speaking was a challenge. Maybe he just sucked at multitasking?

“Good thing we aren’t doing anything special for our honeymoon. We wouldn’t fucking survive it.”

They fell asleep with the ghosts and the wind in their ears and minds.