The nightstand had six different flavors of lubricant and condoms. Cieran laughed and held one up for Chris to see. "Well they certainly thought of everything, haven't they?"
Chris shook his head and looked around. "It's like Arabian Nights in here." He went toward the fireplace.
Cieran sat on the bed. "This is bouncy," Cieran said, moving his bottom around. He laid back on it and watched Chris.
Cieran said quietly, "Well, I think it went pretty well."
"Yes. It was perfect."
"Although I'm expecting never to hear the end of it from my brothers, with me blubbering the whole time, crying and all."
Chris smiled. "I don't think so. I can't see them making fun of you for it. That was pretty perfect too." They held each other's gaze. "I'm going to sit here for a moment if that is okay." He sat down on the couch facing the roaring fire.
Cieran rose from the bed and went to the champagne. He poured two glasses, walked over to Chris and handed him one. Chris took it but did not drink. Cieran sat next to him. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," Chris replied. "I'm just feeling a bit.... overwhelmed at the moment."