This week's prompts
Dear Baby New Year, …
Toast, kiss, hangover
Night, chance, fireworks
A sparkly hat worn at a jaunty angle
A piece of paper with a single sentence on it
Ringing in the New Year
“5,4,3,2,1…Happy New Year!” The room echoed as the start of the New Year was counted down. Tom and Ben turned to each other and their lips met. They stood in the middle of the Loxley, a two-tiered restaurant in the Heritage Hotel in Lancaster. They had thought about spending the New Year in Philly but decided to stay close to home instead.
They were standing in the midst of their friends, co-workers, and assorted partiers.
“I’m so happy, Tom. Another New Year together.”
“Me too, Ben.”
At one time, Tom and Ben never could have shared a kiss in public, let alone at a public place like this party, but times had changed and those around them now didn’t care that there were gay couples in the room. Everyone was just enjoying the party.
“Here, honey.” Tom handed Ben some sparkling wine.
“Thanks, baby.” Ben raised the glass. “A toast… to a happy life with the best man in the whole world.”
“I’m lucky to be married to the best man, the man who has made me so happy I can’t put it all into words.”
They drank a few more glasses and were getting tipsy. “ We’d better stop or we’ll have a terrible hangover in the morning,” Ben mentioned.
“Who cares? We’re celebrating. You were smart to hire that limo for the night. We’ll be needing it.” Tom burped. Ben looked at him and they both laughed.
“I love you.” Ben leaned forward and kissed him again.
It was about two AM when they decided to leave the hotel. They would have spent the night, but the place was booked up by the time Ben tried to make a reservation. Besides, the best accommodations in the world were right in their cozy home, with the fireplace burning and the two of them all snuggled up together.
“How about we get out of here?” Tom had to practically yell in Ben’s ear to be heard. Ben nodded and they said their goodbyes to their friends as they weaved their way through the crowds and into the limo waiting for them.
“Where to, sirs?” the driver asked.
“Home?” Ben asked him. The ardent look in his eyes left no doubt what he planned to do once they got there.
“Home driver, but can you go past Main Street and Willow Road, too?” Tom could see the look on Ben’s face. “I want to see the Christmas decorations on the drive back.”
They sat back and oooohed and aaaahed at the lights.
They got back to their own home, decorated in holiday lights and a menorah in the window in deference to Ben’s holiday.
They made it to their bedroom in record time, their clothes piled on the floor. If Santa had chosen that moment to drop off their gifts, he would have seen two men making passionate love and would no doubt have gotten some ideas on how to make Mrs. Claus a very happy lady.
Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, and Happy New Year from Tom, Ben, and yours truly.
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