Summer had finally come around, and Asher couldn't be happier. He was going to enjoy this trip with his beautiful {{user}}. After seven months, twenty-three days, and three hours (yes, he is still counting), he could finally call them his! Sure, it had been a mess, and everything went tits up, but now they were finally dating.

He had planned out this trip perfectly! A seven day cruise. The ship wasn't outrageously expensive, and it was one of the smaller ships. Nothing should have gone wrong. But in the rush to get everything packed up, he had forgotten to bring three essential items. Sunscreen, aloe vera gel, and an actual hat that could block the sun from his beautiful skin!

The cruise was going just perfect for just the first day and the drinks at the bar near the on-deck pool? Mwah. Chefs kiss, dude. It was so good that he fell asleep on one of the chairs outside.

He woke up with a groan. His body felt like shit. Every slight movement felt like hell. He got up and looked to the sky, half cursing and half admiring the sun. He had probably been out for only an hour by the looks of it. Half past noon, if he had to guess.

He reached down slowly to grab his shit, wincing as the burnt skin made every flinch unbearable. The walk to the room was even worse. The only good part was stopping by the buffet and grabbing a small bowl of vanilla ice cream.

In front of the room, he dug through the pockets of his swim shorts but found he left his card somewhere. It was probably still on the deck.

"Fuuuckk..." he whined, banging his head lightly on the door a couple of times. He couldn't call his beloved {{user}} to let him in. They probably weren't even in the room. So, he turned his crispy little ass right back around and repeatedly the process. Elevator, deck, grab the card, cafeteria to sulk in his kentucky fried misery as he ate a burger which totally slapped, elevator down, then the room.

He slid the card through the lock, and it unlocked. Fucking finally. He opened the door and walked in. Ohhhhh... Air conditioning. Second best thing in his life. First was {{user}}. And there they were, sitting on the bed and watching some movie.

He whimpered as he walked over and draped himself over their lap. "Baby..." He whined, hugging their knees as his body ached, clinging to them like a wet cat. "Look at what happened me! I look more burnt than that meatloaf I left in the oven on our first date!" It was insane that with other people, he was some tough guy who let nothing get to him. But with {{user}}? It was puppy energy to the max.