New Years Eve has always been a magical time for Mike and Will. For the past few years they have hosted extravagant parties all over the world having threesomes with the hottest people they meet. This year however, they wanted to tone it down a little. They just wanted to enjoy the sparkling night dancing around all alone. Laying underneath the covers, with his arms wrapped around Will, Mike stared at Will's flawless features totally engrossed in Will's eyes that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. It was 2200h. Will refused to sleep as he wanted to be awake to witness the ball drop at Times Square.
"Why can't we just go there instead of watching it on TV". Mike said groaning at the fact they were at home on a very special day instead of partying with people they've never met.
"Mike, I'm tired. Besides I'm sure it will just as beautiful behind the screen". Will said gently stroking Mike's hair trying to appease his husband
"Great we're becoming our biggest fear becoming boring". Mike said sitting up straight stretching his arms and getting off of the bed
"No, we're not. We are having an extremely fun day". Will said motioning for his husband to lay back down.
"Sure we are. We're a couple of gays lying in bed on New Years instead of having fun with people who you know actually have lives" Mike said, totally impervious to his husband's pleads for him to return.
"fine, compromise let's crack open a champagne bottle and have a nice dinner in the living room" will said finally giving in to his relentless husband.
"fine, but you're cooking" Mike said with a visible smirk creeping onto his face.
Mike quickly got dressed in an outfit that Will loves to see him in. Sitting on the couch he started to play songs from his favourite artists, Madonna and Beyonce. Mike considered himself a perfectionist as he always ensured that everything was absolutely perfect for him and Will. He tried to perfect the room for about an hour until he conceded and lay on the couch from exhaustion.
"Dinner's ready!" Will said with a huge grin on his face as he was determined to make Mike happy after seeing how disheartened he was when Will told him that they weren't going out.
"Oh, what happened to you". Will said after seeing Mike sprawled out on the couch with his clothes crumpled and his hair disheveled.
"that bad huh" Mike said while trying to fix his hair so that he would at least appear presentable to the person who is going to massive extents to ensure that he was happy.
"Oh believe me, I've tried so hard to find a way to make you look the smallest bit unattractive in my eyes. But to no avail, you always find a way to look like a masterpiece that I somehow stole from the Louvre". Will chuckled while laying down the dinner that he had expertly prepared for the two of them.
Mike was left speechless at what Will had just said. Trying to escape the thoughts that were echoing through his mind, he drank the whole glass of champagne in one sitting. Will let out a muffled noise of displeasure when he saw Mike immediately reaching for the bottle of champagne filling up his second glass. Then his third. Then his fourth. The time is 2307h
The room was engulfed in mindless conversation as the two lovers who were incredibly drunk were talking about anything and everything they had to converse about.
"And then we were beginning to make fun of Max's and Lucus' child and we said that he had Lucus' intellect when he walked head first into a glass door" Will started to laugh hysterically almost dropping some of his drink onto the white carpet that they were sitting on.
"I know right, and I remember telling Max how much I wanted to raise a baby with you." Mike mindlessly confessed without realising the fire that he had just ignited
