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Malik eyed the wine glasses, then grinned and tipped the rest of the bottle evenly between the two of them.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Caleb said with a laugh from the doorway. “Want me to grab the other bottle to take out with us?”
Malik knew his eyes were twinkling, but he tried for a serious look. “I think for the sake of having to live with you for the rest of the weekend with a hangover the size of LA, I’m going to go with no.”
“Hey, in sickness and in health, babe,” Caleb replied, stepping close to Malik and cupping his cheek.
Malik could feel himself melt, just a little, the way he always did when Caleb’s eyes were on him like this. “Mmm, I guess I did promise that, didn’t I?”
“Mmhmm.” Caleb’s lips settled over his, and Malik closed his eyes, letting himself drift a bit. “Five years ago today, as a matter of fact.”
They were doing a bit of a staycation for their anniversary. Angelina was over at Amelia and Eli’s, spending the night with the twins. They weren’t picking Misael up from the airport for winter break for a few days. For once, everything had seemed to align perfectly.
“It’s- not even- that cold outside,” Caleb murmured, punctuating his words with kisses.
“My ass.”
Caleb’s hands slid down to take possession of said ass. “Mmm, your ass indeed.”
Malik snorted against Caleb’s lips. “Christ, I love you. Dunno why, but I love you.”
Caleb readjusted until he was rocking Malik in a small dance around the kitchen. “I don’t know why you put up with this either, but thank you. May you never come to your senses.”
Malik hummed and laid his head on Caleb’s shoulder. “If coming to my senses means losing all this, no thanks.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Caleb whispered, pressing a kiss to Malik’s forehead.
Malik stepped out of Caleb’s arms, letting Caleb spin him in their slow dance, then handed a glass of wine off to Caleb after taking one for himself. He held it up. “To- to another five years.”
“Ten,” Caleb corrected, clinking his glass against Malik’s. “Fifteen.” Clink. “Twenty. What are my dads at? Almost 35? Why aim small?”
Malik grinned, taking a sip, letting the nice merlot - from a vineyard near Organa’s - roll around on his tongue. An anniversary gift from the dads in question, and he had to admit, Finn and Poe knew their shit.
Caleb set their glasses aside to swoop Malik into another kiss, the taste of the wine clinging to Caleb’s lips in a way Malik found almost more intoxicating than the actual alcohol. “What say we take these obscenely large, obscenely full glasses of wine out to the hot tub, get a little naked, and see where the night takes us?”
“Yeah,” Malik said a little breathlessly, lost in Caleb’s eyes. Then, he jumped, making Caleb jump. “Oh! We need to make a detour to the bedroom, though.” Caleb waggled his eyebrows, and he laughed. He loved this ridiculous man. “For your present.”
He picked up his glass and left the kitchen, trusting Caleb to follow. He wasn’t disappointed. “Wait here. Um, no, wait, strip.”
“Wait, so my eyebrow waggle was appropriate? Nice.”
“Just strip, CayCay.” Malik moved into the walk-in closet and pulled the bag out from where he’d been hiding. Hastily, he stripped himself, meticulously folding his dress pants and shirt and rehanging them.
“Okay, Mal, I’m stripped.”
Malik shrugged into the microfiber robe he’d gotten for himself. “Close your eyes.” He carried the matching robe out to Caleb, who was standing dutifully naked - beautifully naked - with his eyes closed. “Put out your arms for me, baby,” Malik murmured, maneuvering Caleb so he could slip the robe up onto him. “What do you think?”
Caleb opened his eyes to watch Malik tie the robe’s rope loosely around his waist. “I love it.”
Malik adjusted the soft gray lapels. “It looks good on you.” He leaned in to kiss Caleb’s chest where the vee of the robe parted.
“Thank you.” Caleb cupped Malik’s face and brought him in for another kiss.
Wordlessly, leaning into each other, using their hands for their wine and their free hands twined together, they padded out to the hot tub. It was still one of Malik’s favorite things about this house. Bless the former owners for not wanting to take it when they moved.
Bless the strategic bushes that let them skinny dip.
Malik discarded his robe and slipped in quickly - he didn’t care what Caleb said, it was still fucking freezing out here - and watched as Caleb got the bubbles going. Soon, he was nestled against Caleb’s chest in the hot bubbling water, sipping at his wine, cherishing the feel of Caleb’s fingers running along his arm. They chatted idly about their days; it was so good to unwind, the kids could be crazy this close to winter vacation.
“Favorite moment so far?” he asked into the relative quiet of one of the pauses in their conversation.
“In the last five years?” At Malik’s nod, Caleb hummed, resting his chin on Malik’s head. “It’s not one moment, per se. But I think my fave is waking up next to you. Maybe not on weekdays, when we’re both grumpy and tired.” Malik laughed lightly. “But when I wake up, and you’re on your phone, trying to delay the day from starting as long as possible, and we’re in some type of space that’s not attached to time. Just you and me, in the covers, all warm and cozy. That’s my favorite.”
Malik took a long sip of wine and felt Caleb do the same. “I think I do have a particular moment.”
“Mmm?”
“When you single-handedly lobbied for and got the funding for the staff training on sexual abuse so cases like Misael’s could be recognized faster. It’s not- obviously not a pleasant subject, but I’ve rarely been prouder of you.”
“Baby. Mal.” Caleb’s voice was low, full of emotion.
“I know I married a good man. I don’t mind being reminded of that, though.” Caleb’s cornrows pressed against his cheek as he buried his face in Malik’s shoulder. Malik turned his head to kiss him there, lightly, tenderly.
“I married a good man,” Caleb mumbled.
“Well, then I guess we’re a good match.” Malik turned in Caleb arms and set their now mostly-empty wine glasses to the side.
He settled in that floaty way that water lets one move into a straddle on Caleb’s lap and cupped his husband’s cheeks. Caleb’s eyes were just a little teary, and Malik brushed the tears away before leaning in to kiss him sweetly. The wine, the heat of the tub worked on his blood, and everything seemed like moving in molasses, but it wasn’t frustrating. Instead, everything felt more intense. Beneath the bubbles, their cocks were brushing together idly, but Malik was feeling too lazy to do anything more about it than roll his hips against Caleb.
His hands were at far better use cupping Caleb’s face so he could hold him still and kiss them both brainless.
Caleb moaned into his mouth, sweeping his hands down Malik’s back and pulling him tighter, not letting him float away. Malik almost felt drugged, but god, it felt so good, Caleb felt so good against him. Malik groaned, pleased through all the parts of his little gay, demi heart, to have found Caleb out among the rest of this huge, cruel world. To have found the one that brought him peace.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted against Caleb’s lips as their hips met in an increasing rhythm.
Caleb shook his head, looking like he might cry again. “I love you so much,” he whispered back. His hand moved between them, and then finally, Caleb was stroking the both of them together in one of his hands.
It didn’t take long for Malik to come, and he shuddered, still kissing Caleb, never wanting to stop kissing Caleb, holding him as he came too, as they rode it out, as they came down.
Tired, Malik wrapped his arms around Caleb’s neck and pillowed their cheeks together.
Later, when they got out, their limbs were like noodles, and between the hot water, and the alcohol, and the orgasms, they practically had to drag each other to the house and into bed.
But it was fucking worth it, Malik thought with a grin as he drifted off to sleep, Caleb’s arms wrapped around him.