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princessdevy03 · 7 years

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Author’s Note: For @anybodihearme. Here’s to blanket forts, days spent in bed, and long trips to cabins in the woods.

The Cabin: A Marriage Bed

When Kevin wrestled Edd back into the bed, the ravenette was a bit exasperated. It was nearly noon, which meant half the day was gone. Despite the current mist in the air, he was sure the weather would clear out soon and they could get out and about and enjoy what was left of the day.

While he didn’t mind days spent in bed, he didn’t want to spend his honeymoon wasting the day away when he could be out exploring this tiny piece of paradise Kevin had been bragging about for years.

“Beds are meant for sleeping, Kevin!,” he protested as he tried to wiggle away from the redhead’s strong embrace, but Kevin wasn’t letting go.

“Annnnd?”

“And what?!,” Edd asked incredulously until he saw the conniving glint in Kevin’s eyes.

While Edd was keen on showing his students how to show their work, Kevin was keen on showing him just how he worked.

When they were kids, that meant chasing Edd and his friends around to wail on them for a scam failing and hurting him or his ego in some way and then bully them into giving him his quarter back.

When they got to be teenagers, Kevin would try to show him that he could be a good friend. Edd gave him an A for Effort before he gave his own friendship back, though.

Then they reconnected in college and Kevin showed him love.

And now he was about to show him what else the bed could do.

Edd was sure he knew that beds were more than for sleeping, as he had done his fair share of non-sleeping activities in his own beds over the years, but something about the look in Kevin’s eyes let him know that this wasn’t going to be their usual non sleeping bed activity.

At all.

“And we have yet to consummate our marriage is what!,” Kevin growled as he started to yank off Edd’s pajama pants.

Edd sat up slowly as realization dawned across his face and his pants hit the floor.

“I am so sorry, Kevin,” Edd said breathlessly as he started to tug off his tshirt and Kevin sat back on his haunches and stared at him as Edd wrestled himself out of his own clothes.

The last week had been busy with wedding activities.

The first was a Sunday meet the family brunch with both sides of Kevin’s family as they came into town to celebrate the twosome’s long awaited union.

Monday, Kevin had dinner with some of Edd’s out of town family who couldn’t bear to be shown up by Kevin’s welcoming bunch.

Tuesday, Edd had one last bachelor hurrah with his other Ed friends and spent the night on Kevin’s couch because Ed laid him out on it as soon as Edd stumbled inside the apartment and fell flat on his face, his plans to get some lovin’ from his fiancée going down with him. The redhead woke up Wednesday morning to a surprise guest in his very hungover fiancée, but they still had to go to work because it was the last day of school.

Thursday, they packed their separate apartments and moved into their new home together, but crashed as soon as everything was unpacked and put away.

Friday was the rehearsal dinner after Kevin spent the day helping Edd clean up and shut down his classroom for the summer and they got married Saturday evening after breakfast with their friends, getting wedding ready over lunch, and then tons of pictures before the wedding itself.

Nearly every night had been spent together, but not in any way like what they were used to since they started dating.

And when they got to the cabin, between the long road trip itself and Kevin being eager to show Edd around, they both just forgot to do what newlyweds are known for doing now that God and society says they can.

This near self-imposed drought needed some rain and because their status to each other had changed, so did their love itself.

To have a spouse, a husband, someone who has promised before God, your mother, your best friend, and your damn dog (they both claimed Nazz’s yellow lab, Missy, who served as their ringer bearer and flower girl, as their own) to love, honor, and cherish you is a phenomenal thing and needs to be treated as such.

But sometimes life happens and you forget.

Edd counted himself truly blessed to find someone like Kevin who would forgive and bring him back to where he belongs when something so important slips his mind.

Especially since he acted a bit like a brat when Kevin went out on a long run yesterday morning.

But Kevin felt at fault as well.

Between showing Edd around and just being weary from all the wedding stuff, especially since he was so used to having Edd around all the time, loving on his husband wasn’t at the forefront of his mind because he loved Edd every day.

But this late, misty, grey morning was perfect for playing catch up on love.

When naked Edd sat up for a kiss, it took everything in Kevin not to pin him to the mattress.

His husband, someone he thought he would never have, least of all dorky ass Double Dee of all people, was laying in a bed that so many newlyweds in his family made love, and in a few cases, their children in.

This was a marriage bed.

Love was made here.

Vows renewed.

Bonds strengthen.

Babies made.

Considering the latter wasn’t an option for them in the traditional sense, Kevin at least hoped that however a child came into their home, they would bring them up to the cabin and could cuddle up together with him or her and ride out the storm outside the drafty windows.

He didn’t want to rush it even though they were two days off from making this whole thing official, but God Almighty did he want show Edd how he felt.

Kevin held himself over Edd as he leaned into Edd’s kiss and slowly pushed him back into the bed.

He pulled Edd’s arms from around his shoulders and ran his hands up them until their fingers were interlocked above Edd’s head, the whole while they never stopped kissing.

When Edd started to ease his legs around his waist, Kevin fell into the embrace and a moan that should have embarrassed him escaped his throat, but he didn’t care because in Edd’s arms, just like this, is where he needed to be.

He wrapped his arms around his man and just held him.

Austin may have awaken feelings he tried to keep dark as puberty dawned on he and his peers , but being in the light with Edd wasn’t scary at all. It was comforting.

And being with Edd in this bed, was sheer Heaven.

The feeling of Edd’s hands in his hair was soothing, his kisses warmed his heart and soul.

When Edd’s hands left his hair to roam his back and sides, Kevin was feeling like a cuddled kitten til his sweet husband showed his Double Devious side and grabbed his ass.

The sound that left Kevin’s mouth because of the gesture wasn’t human and scared a few critters trying to keep dry under the bedroom window’s awning away, but Edd was so used to it that he only chuckled when the redhead blinked green eyes at him, wide with shock and just a bit of eager anticipation.

“Later,” Edd grinned. “I thought you were going to show me something about the bed, though?”

Kevin bit his lip as he pulled off his sweat pants and Edd shook his head as he looked him over with lustful appreciation.

“What?,” Kevin whined, withering a bit under Edd’s hot gaze.

“You do know that grey sweatpants on a guy is the male equivalent to lingerie and then you have the balls to go commando,” Edd said lowly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Says the man who wakes up every morning looking like sex itself,” Kevin as he crawled back between Edd’s legs. “That and I forgot to bring my boxers into the shower with me last night.”

“Uh huh, forgot.”

Smirking green looked over teasing sapphire and a split second later, Kevin’s hand was on Edd’s cock while Edd sucked Kevin’s tongue in his mouth and set ablaze a million fantasies about what else the genius’ mouth could do.

Edd’s arms flailed when the kiss broke and he did his best to dig into the night stand’s drawer to pull out their lube but Kevin’s mouth was working a hickey into his collarbone and he couldn’t breathe. A teasing bite made him flail again and the lube flew out of his hand, but Kevin’s hand was quicker.

“And that’s how I won the 2008 College D3 World Series,” he smiled and Edd laughed.

“I know. I was there!”

Kevin rolled his eyes as he lubed up his fingers and the memory of locking eyes with Edd right before he threw his last pitch ricocheted across his conscience.

He had closed his eyes and taken a breath to steady his nerves and then looked up into the full stands to get some sort of reassurance that he wasn’t about to throw his life away.

It was the bottom of the ninth inning in game seven, there was a full count, the tying run on third, the winning on first, and the guy was a speed demon.

The batter he was facing was a switch hitter and he hated switch hitters.

His dad always told him to make sure to switch up his pitches because he would never know when he’d run into a leftie.

He’d struck him out at the top of the third when he batted right, but now the guy seemed to be mocking him by batting left when it was all on the line.

Thanks to Edd’s help and encouragement, he had kept his high C average and if he passed his finals he’d have a B average for the first time ever. But he was also wearing on a few donors nerves because he could pitch, just not pass his tests like they wanted.

But Edd and Nazz always told him to he had it, but his problem was that he would just over think it and then lose it.

He’d gotten better at just letting the material flow to and through him, but baseball was a whole different ball game.

Then he saw them.

And him.

Edd was sitting between his mom and Nazz and while his mother had her head in her hands, her prayer beads dangling off her finger tips, Nazz’s fingers were crossed as she whispered a few prayers to the skies.

But Edd’s lips moved and what Kevin read off of them answered his own prayers about what he had been wishing for for years. And the advice he gave him gave them a chance to keep their good thing going.

“I love you. Now drop your sinker.”

Kevin let his sinker loose and the switcher swung at nothing but air.

Their kiss in a dark corner off the long hall that led from the locker rooms to the parking lot had them both stealing his breath away but he gave him his heart and he caught it and would always hold on to it.

Now he was looking into those bright, loving blue eyes again and begging Edd to breathe and while the man was willing, Kevin’s immediate actions were making it rather difficult to comply.

The pressure and the pain would always ease into a pleasure Edd would kill to keep in his life, but the getting there was a bit arduous.

In the haze that was his mind, he was sure he heard Kevin’s whispers of adoration, his reassurances of harmless actions, and promises of love and devotion, but his brain could hardly focus on anything but the stretch in his ass til he felt a kiss to the head of his dick and Kevin’s finger brush past his prostate.

His body went tense for a brief moment and his vision saw nothing but Technicolor spots as his mouth let out a moan and he finally relaxed under his husband’s touches.

“P-Please don’t stop.”

And Kevin took all of him down his throat.

A hand is in his hair and guiding him through Kevin’s Special Kiss as the other seeks out Kevin’s free hand and holds on tight in a sad attempt to hold on to reality.

Kevin takes a quick glance at him as he sinks a third finger inside of him and watches his man dance to the brink of undone.

His head is tossed to the side as few tears slide down his cheeks, his jaw is slack, and he’s breathless.

Another suck as the final finger slides inside has Edd’s back arched off the bed as he tosses his head back and forth and calls out Kevin’s name.

His cheeks are red and he’s pink all over, sniffling and incoherent.

But he doesn’t let go of his hand or his hair.

Kevin knows he could send him over right this instant, but holds back because the bed has only been barely put through her paces.

He slides his mouth off of him, then his fingers out of his ass, and they both pout.

“Just…five seconds…please,” Kevin pleads with him as he slides a handful of lube on himself to make this consummation they need the one Edd deserves.

The delirious man barely nods as he watches Kevin prepare himself, wanting nothing more than him filling him up rightnow.

Five seconds later, Kevin’s covering his face in gentle kisses as he pushes his knees into his chest and Edd takes the breath in he needs to ride the worst and best of it out.

The pain is only slightly searing but it’s also fucking amazing as each tiny breath he lets go fills him with so much pleasure.

A rough hand gently knots itself into his messy hair as he whispers, “Move,” and he moans as Kevin pulls his hair, then himself out, before falling back inside.

His head falls back on pained moan as the bed silently rocks with Kevin’s slow movements, and when Edd starts to rock with him, it’s as if they were in their own cradle, being gently rocked by Mother Love herself.

He wraps his legs around Kevin’s upper torso , his arms around his neck and just holds on.

It’s gentle.

It’s slow.

Purposeful.

Meaningful.

They’ve made love before, but never like this.

Kisses were soft despite the hard, needy look in both of their eyes.

Kevin took the hand that had been supporting Edd’s back, reached behind himself, grabbed the sheets and blankets, and wrapped them in a cocoon, his hips never ceasing their movements.

Literally wrapped up in all the love he could ever want, a happy sob left Edd as lighting cracked across the sky and the power flickered.

“K-Kevin, please…God, I love you…just…please…”

“Hold on.”

He buried his face in Kevin’s shoulder and squeezed him close as their erratic movements made him dizzy. But when Kevin whined out his name on a needy moan he pulled himself up to kiss him again and again.

Tearing his mouth from a breathless kiss, he arches his back on a groan and comes untouched.

But Kevin’s hands are clawing at his back as the redhead falls apart before falling into his embrace.

Words of love settle over them and light up their afterglow as the sky goes black and the storm falls overhead.

When they can focus again, Kevin runs to the in suite bathroom and gets a few hand towels to clean up the mess before letting Edd borrow his pants and grabbing the boxers he forgot to pull on after his shower last night.

“Can sweatpants be an anniversary gift?,” Kevin asks as he pulls Edd into a soft cuddle.

“Hmm,” Edd mused as he tapped a finger to his chin, “The second anniversary gift is traditionally cotton, so I guess they can be,” he grinned as Kevin pulled him closer so he could hold his plump booty in both hands.

“And now you know what you’re getting in two years!,” Kevin cheered and Edd giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“The modern gift is China.”

“The stuff we eat off of or the country?”

“I’ll take both,” Edd snickered as he kissed his cheek. “But you’re not getting these pants back.”

“Meh, I’ve got plenty,” Kevin sighed as he rolled over and pulled Edd with him so he could lay on his chest. “Gotta make sure my man thinks I’m still sexy and shit.”

Edd sighed and ran his left hand down his face and while Kevin would usually shrug off the action, he was too busy staring at his engagement ring.

He didn’t care how exasperated he made Edd as long as he wore his ring because that ring meant that Edd was always his to exasperate and love.

He took Edd’s hand and kissed his ring as Edd blushed and settled into his spot under his left arm.

In doing so, the bed shifted a bit again, so Edd made an exaggerated move of snuggling closer and the bed rocked him into Kevin’s side again.

“This thing is like a cradle,” he yawned as he settled his head on Kevin’s chest.

“A lover’s cradle,” Kevin grinned as he kissed his forehead.

“Good to know, because I’m gonna love you in it again soon,” Edd murmured sleepily.

“I’m gonna take this thing with us at this rate,” Kevin snickered and Edd shot him an annoyed stare that Kevin just grinned at.

“How about I order us a new bed?,” he sighed, still slightly exasperated over the fact that they had to play a best out of three game of rock, paper, scissors to figure out who’s bed would go with them to their new house.

He lost and Ed got a new bed.

Now he’s suggesting they do it all over again. But he’d do it as many times as he needed if it meant he got to sleep next to Kevin because of it.

Kevin’s eyes went wide with joy at the prospect of being able to sleep in this bed every night and he slowly nodded as Edd leaned into kiss him.

“Choice,” the ravenette snickered as he settled next to him again and Kevin snorted.

“Whaddya want for food?,” Kevin yawned as he wrapped himself around Edd.

“Soup?,” Edd murmured as a sudden burst of rain pounded the roof.

“I’ll get right on it,” Kevin whispered as Edd drifted away in sleepy awe in his husband’s strong, warm embrace, every slight movement rocking him in the love of their marriage bed.

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thaitung · 7 years

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Why Being Near Water Really Does Make Us Happier

There are scientific reasons why we're so drawn to lakes, rivers, and oceans.

If you talk to Wallace J. Nichols, Ph.D., a marine biologist and the author of Blue Mind, a book about the physical and psychological benefits of water, for long enough, he’ll eventually ask you what your water is. And as it turns out, nearly everyone has an answer.

Since humans started exploring the planet, we’ve followed the water. Crossing oceans gave way to new discoveries and changed the course of history; chasing rivers opened our horizons. As travelers, we seek waterways on vacation, driving new coastlines in search of wild surf spots. We return to familiar "blue spaces" we grew up around. Month after month, water graces the covers of travel magazines like ours.

The immeasurable sense of peace that we feel around water is what Nichols calls our "blue mind"—a chance to escape the hyper-connected, over-stimulated state of modern day life, in favor of a rare moment of solitude. Research has long found that humans are pulled toward Mother Nature’s blue for, in part, its restorative benefits. Take the Victorians for example: Doctors in that era prescribed “sea air” as a cure for all sorts of issues, from pulmonary complications to mental health conditions.

More recent studies—including those out of a UK-based project called Blue Gym—have found that people who live near the coasts are generally healthier and happier. Other studies find that when shown photographs of natural green spaces, people’s stress levels drop, but the more blue spaces in the photos, the more people prefer them. Nichols, who has spent the last 25 years studying our relationship to water, has heard of everything from a drop of dew on a flower to the vastness of the Pacific Ocean, providing a sense of calm.

Real estate data even suggests a water view tacks a 116.1 percent premium on a property; and real-world figures suggest we’re willing to pay 10 to 20 percent more for the same room with a sea view in a hotel. For the ultimate in luxury, we seek out overwater bungalows in the Maldives, and underwater hotels all around the world. And even in places where water isn’t always a given, such as urban metropolises like Pittsburgh and Austin, crowds frequent refurbished river ways and gather in fresh water pools. Paris, too, now has its long-anticipated canal swimming pools, where tourists and locals alike can take a dip.

Our love of water is pervasive, and the reasons behind why we travel—and rack up vast credit card bills—to be by the water can be hard to articulate. “You’re paying for a feeling,” Nichols tells Condé Nast Traveler. “When you ask people to describe that feeling, it’s hard for them to describe other than to say they really like it, need it, and are willing to pay a lot of money for it.”

Take travelers by their own words. Cassie Abel, 34, a communications manager in Sun Valley, ID grew up on Vashon Island, WA, the largest island in the Puget Sound. “I love the water because it’s so much bigger and more powerful than anything else on Earth,” she says. “It’s moody—sometimes it’s the most calming presence, sometimes the most turbulent.”

“When we are by the water it…cuts us off from the rattle and hum of modern society,” says Nichols. “Moving water is expert at masking noise, especially the sound of the human voice,” he says, noting that the human voice is considered the number one source of workplace stress.

Offering us an auditory break, water even helps us fall asleep. “There is some research that says people may sleep better when they are adjacent to nature,” explains W. Christopher Winter, M.D., author of The Sleep Solution. “No wonder sleep machines always feature the sounds of rain, the ocean, or a flowing river.” One small study out of Northwestern University found that people who fell asleep listening to "pink noise"—sounds like rushing water or rain falling on pavement—not only slept more deeply but the experience also boosted their memories.

When we physically enter the water, our body can rest muscles used every day, and work others that are used far less frequently. Not only that, but we give up gravity, something that’s somatically a break for your brain. For some, time spent in the water is an opportunity for insightful thinking, creative output, and quality conversations.

“If we are close to someone, they join us in that private bubble and conversations become more intimate; an intimate conversation while walking the beach with waves nearby becomes more private,” Nichols says. “People a short distance away can’t hear our words, and 180 degrees or more of our surrounding is open blue space.”

So, what do we miss when we miss out on water? Ask Andrew Gray, a 25-year-old from Oklahoma City. Growing up in a landlocked state, he didn’t see the ocean for the first time until college.

“I had watched so many movies, documentaries, and shows and was always fascinated with the idea of not being able to see land on the other side of the water,” he says. “I think the fact that there is this feeling of being ‘trapped’ in a land-locked state just made that desire so much stronger to breathe in the ocean air and lose yourself in its vastness.”

That's why he signed up for Semester at Sea during college, a four-month-long study abroad program that takes place on a globe-roaming ship. While drifting out of the port of Southampton, England he finally saw the sea up close. “It had such a still and calm presence, but there was this overarching feeling of being in awe and feeling completely tiny and helpless—that there was this force of reckoning beneath my feet. I was completely speechless, just staring off the aft of our ship for about 30 minutes,” he remembers. “It was very humbling, I will never forget it.”

- Cassie Shortsleeve (Conde Nast Traveler)

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