Adam and Jacob

Honeymoon

"Fuck, we're gonna be late!" Adam cried through laughter as they raced through the airport with their carryons.

Jacob barely dodged a corner before he ran smack into it because gosh his husband's hair was bouncing as he ran and he'd never noticed how picturesque he was. "Which terminal are we?"

Adam pointed left. "D." He threw him a smirk. "Which is what I'm getting as soon as the plane lands."

Jacob had to laugh. They'd just had incredible sex and they were headed to their honeymoon late because of it. The omissions of having a private jet was something Jacob was serious about so they decided to fly the old fashioned way for their after wedding week celebration. But then Jacob had gotten his hands on him in that tux and he found his lips trailing to Adam's and all of a sudden they were screaming their climaxes until Adam's phone buzzed. They were supposed to be on the road but had fucked passionately past the first seven alarms.

*

In retrospect, Jacob was so glad their wedding ended at ten at night and their flight was at 8 the next morning. That way they could get a little sleep as husbands in their bed first.

The house felt entirely new when the door creaked open, the distant shout of Cassandra yelling, "And actually get some sleep! We'll be here at 5 sharp!" as she drove away was lost to it and barely heard.

Adam turned and hooked his arms under Jacob's legs and around his torso to lift with ease that still surprised him. "We did it!"

Jacob crashed his lips to his as Adam carried him over the threshold and smiled into the kiss like an idiot. "My turn!"

He grabbed Adam's arm and tugged him back outside, honestly hoping the neighbors would see them being so in love. Adam leapt into his arms and wrapped his legs around him to let him do the same.

He pulled away and giggled. "I love you so much."

Jacob's stomach flip flopped and he pinkened. "I-I love you too. So much. I've loved you since I first saw you."

He couldn't thank Adam enough for flying Rebecca and her husband, River, to the wedding. He'd distracted him from not having parents at his wedding and then brought the very woman Jacob had wished was his mother to see him anyways. He was admittedly afraid of her husband, who really did seem like a nice fellow, but Jacob just didn't know him yet. Regardless of his bodily panic, he sensed nothing but kind intentions from him.

He'd sobbed and thanked Adam over and over again until Adam told him he was sick of hearing it when it felt like basic human decency to him.

Basic human decency meaning he got online where Jacob couldn't see the search history (not that he'd really check), searched through the 200 Million or so Rebecca Armstrong's, narrowed them down to the British ones, messaged and emailed all of them, and eventually came across the correct one, then managed to create a personal relationship with her and her husband, and paid for their full trip including car rental.

All of that in the span of two months between their proposal and their wedding date, while also doing the nitty gritty of wedding ideas by pulling fantasies out of Jacob's head and then making it a reality. They'd had their fairytale wedding in a gorgeous outside venue with a smoke session for VIP guests. It was rustic but incredibly sophisticated and expensive, they'd showboated every chance they got when it came to how the wedding would look and feel.

He set Adam on the kitchen counter and trailed his eyes over his suit. It was still making his throat close, everything inside of him lit up staring at his husband with those haunting eyes. "You look gorgeous..."