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“One bed?”
Jakob looks down at the confirmation email, “Two guest, one bedroom.” He rereads it twice, out loud.
“One bedroom doesn’t say how many beds though…” Kevin muses from behind him, reading over his shoulder.
“No wonder they asked if we wanted the champagne package,” Jakob laughs.
“I’m the big spoon” Kevin says with a small sigh, sitting on the bed.
“But I wanna be a jet pack” Jakob pouts.
“But I’m taller!” Kevin counters.
“But I’m older”
“And more annoying” Kevin says under his breath – age as nothing to do with it, an older person would check the booking. “Fine. Jet pack me!” he adds, getting comfy.
Jakob’s about to ask one of the several questions swarming his head, but takes Kevin’s lead. He’s tired and Jakob’s not willing to push it. Besides, Kevin’s cute and snuggly – he wants that too.
Snuggling into Kevin’s back, he fumbles for a while trying to work out where his arms should go, and wherever he should also wrap his legs (a leg?) around Kevin too, like how does a jetpack fit?!
Finally settling into a position that feels right, Jakob feels Kevin’s warmth. He smiles, it’s almost like he planned it.