The valet brought their bags to an elevator. Mal asked him, “What’s your name?”
“Peter,” he said with a smile at Mal. “You are together?”
“Honeymoon,” said Knight, taking Mal’s hand and entwining their fingers together.
“Ah. You have the perfect room for that.”
“Oh?” said Mal, with a raised eyebrow, and he turned to look at Knight. Knight shrugged, but he had a wicked grin when he did.
Peter swiped a key card and they went right to the top floor. Two doors led out from the elevator. and he used that key card to open the door to the right. He shoved open the door and Knight let Mal lead.
Knight smelled the flowers as soon as they opened the door, and heard the gasp as Mal entered the room. Knight stepped forward and he smiled.
It was better than he could have hoped. The roses were where he expressly wanted them. Candles cast diffused lighting in the suite, the curtains to the windows closed. Mal walked slowly inside, looked to his right to see a beautiful bronze statue of a merman with a three-pronged harpoon, ready to spear something. There were more roses as he could see a table with a luxurious couch and chairs. This area also had a TV, DVR, stereo system.
Peter somehow snuck his way past the two men as they gaped at the penthouse suite.
Mal turned around, heading to the left of the door now, and gasped again. The bed took up that side of the room, with a door leading from it into another room, probably the bathroom. The bed was a king sized bed which took up the entire side of the room. In front of it were two vanities with chairs and mirrors.
Mal turned to his right, facing the closed windows. He took the curtains and parted them with a flourish. He pushed open the French doors and stepped outside to the verandah, Knight following him. Mal walked slowly out toward the railing. He stopped, and then gripped the railing tight enough so that Knight could see his knuckles.
“Mal, you okay?”
“It’s…” He turned to Knight, as a tear slipped from his eye. “It’s beautiful.”
Knight smiled. “I’m glad you–”
Mal kissed Knight, as the cool northwestern breeze wafted over them. They kissed with love and passion, happiness and joy and relief. Knight put both hands on Mal’s waist, pulling him closer.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, holding each other and looking out at the dock.
Knight released him and went back inside. He heard noise in the room near the bedroom, and went there. Peter had unpacked their bags and hung up their clothes. He was steam ironing items on the hangar when Knight walked in on him. Peter looked at him and smiled, finishing up steam-ironing Knight’s jeans. “Would you like these starched, sir?”
“Hell no,” Knight said, not meaning to come out harshly, but it did. He cushioned it. “I mean, y’ don’ haveta do tha’.”
The young man nodded, put the iron down and shut it off. “If you need me, we have 24 hour concierge service available. Here is a map of the shop.” He brought them both back to the dining room and showed them a large map. “Your keys will give you access to the Neptune Lounge, where others with penthouse and Neptune suites can socialize.”
“Great,” muttered Knight. “Hoity-toitys.”
Mal ribbed Knight.
“Is there anything else I can provide you?” Peter asked.
Mal began, “As a matter of fact…”
Knight ribbed Mal.
“What? A bottle of champagne. Something good.”
Knight hit his forehead. “Shit. Knew I f’got some’in’.”
“I will get that for you right away, gentlemen.”
When Peter returned, about fifteen minutes later, Mal already had Knight’s shirt undone and Mal’s shirt was already off. Peter left the chilled champagne on the dining room table and left without another word.