Standing in the bathroom doorway, Sean listened to the out-of-tune voice. His husband had not mentioned these morning song-stylings before they moved in together.
“Somehow I can’t understand how one and one make one.”
Brawnie stood shirtless at the sink, shaving. “I like to cuddle near you, and listen to you lie,” he sang, about a quarter-tone off the intended melody.
“But get that marryin’ out of yer head, I’ll be a bachelor till I die.”
“Trying to tell me something?” Sean inquired with a smirk. “Hank Williams was hardly the paragon of marriage.”
Brawnie laughed. “He did marry Audrey twice, you know.”
“And she divorced him twice,” Sean replied. He surveyed his husband’s shoulders, admiring the well-developed delts and traps.
Brawnie made a quick pivot, grabbing Sean by the waist and lifting him up.
“I don’t mind keeping comp’ny with the apple of my eye,” Brawnie sang.
Sean rubbed a dab of shaving cream off Brawnie’s earlobe. They stood there, face to face, one man firmly planted and the other a little aloft.
Standing both together and apart, neither man was much concerned whether one and one make one.
Copyright 2020 by Brian Dean Powers
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