*crawls across bed* Dude, scoot over. He's your boy friend, you can get close! Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Ryder: I don't have any idea. They feel cotton like I guess.
*Harlan slides under the covers behind Ryder…wraps an arm over his midsection and smiles at Lee* Yeah—they're cotton. Ryde had a habit of using sheets until they were so thin you could see the mattress through them. I replaced them all when I started spending time over here.
Ryder: Hey! In my defense I really wasn't too worried about that crap.
*Shakes head* Philistine. So, what are you wearing?
Ryder: I'm partial to these sweat pants, true they are too small—
Harlan: And happen to be mine!
Ryder: But you gave them to me fair and square and they are a reminder of what I almost let slip away…again.
*Harlan kisses Ryder on the cheek* Never again…remember…
*Smiles* Well, now, that's a pretty picture! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Harlan: No snacking in bed!
*Ryder mouths to Lee: gummi bears after Har sleeps*
*winks at Ryde*If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Harlan: Um…that one you probably don't want to open…that has the toys in it.
Ryder: Yeah, we keep the condoms and lubes in the drawer on my side—we got a little mix-up going one night in the dark and I might have started without Har by accident…well needless to say it is better to keep them separated now…
Harlan: And maybe keep the light on too—which is an added bonus! *chuckles* Honey, don't worry, anyone could have made that mistake!
Yeah, anyone. *eye roll* Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Ryder: Har is a complete blanket hog!
Harlan: I couldn't tell, you keep throwing it on the floor in the middle of the night!
Ryder: Yeah and you have to climb on me to get it…so I get it!
*Harlan groans* Okay—point to you…next question?
Ryder: Actually the point ends up going to—
Harlan: Next question?!?!
*Chuckles* You two are more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Wait- do kids still have barrels of monkeys? *shakes head* Never mind. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Ryder: As long as your name isn't Ritchie you can put them anywhere you want—
*Harlan clears his throat*
Ryder: You didn't let me finish…he can put them anywhere he wants on his side of the bed.
*Harlan captures Ryde's legs under his* That's what I thought you were saying.
So possessive. That's sweet. I'll just keep my wool socks on then. What are we reading?
Harlan: We're reading our story…about how Ryder realized he couldn't live without me.
*Ryder snorts* Funny…I thought we were reading about two head strong stubborn assholes that deserve each other.
*Harlan looks at Ryder and they both burst out laughing* Six of one a half dozen of the other – same thing in my book.
Ryder: Yep, that's about right!
Look for Harlan's Ryde in The Story Orgy's latest anthology, Word Play from Breathless Press!