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Apollo pushed his shoulder blades harder into the wood of the door, crossing his arms as he settled into the defensive stance.
There was a weak thump on the other side followed by a pitiful whine. Well, it would have been worth Apollo’s pity had Klavier not let out a drunken snort.
“Liebling!” came the protest followed by giggling.
Apollo huffed, “No.”
“You can’t banish me! This is meine bed too, Liebling…” another push against the door, “baby, I missed you all day…and all I want to do love you!” Klavier whined.
“No.” Apollo intoned, feeling a bit guilty that he was punting Klavier to one of the guest rooms. But then he remembered what he’d seen on Klavier’s Instagram throughout the day, and his resolved strengthened,
“No Klavier, you can love me tomorrow night-”
“Issit because I am drunk? You never minded that before, baby” Klavier’s usually flirty purr weighed down by a drunk heavy tongue, “You said I’m cute when I am drunk, and am-, amer-” his husband swore in frustration as he tried to get the word out.
“’Amorous?’”
“Ja,” was Klavier’s happy response, “let in, baby. Let me show you how much I-”
“I saw today’s Instagram, Klavier,” Apollo said firmly remembering the collection of food photos of Klavier’s brunch date with Simon for Korean Barbeque followed by an afternoon of eating and drinking with Klavier’s old bandmates at the Oktoberfest downtown. Tastefully documented throughout the day had been pictures of plates of Kimchee, Manul Changachi, Porkbelly three-ways (Garlic, Spicy, and Soy-Garlic) followed by images of Sauerkraut, Käsespätzle, Beer, and various sorts of Würstl.
Apollo doubled-down on his judgment,
“I want no part of what’s happening or what will be happening in your stomach. You’re in the guest bedroom tonight.”
Klavier attempted another round of appeals, but Apollo cut him off- “I can smell you through the door.”
Defeated Klavier slumped against the door, “If I am banished to the cold of the guest bedroom, can we at least FaceTime meine Forehead?”
Apollo snorted; his lover could be so ridiculous at times, “Of course.”