Terry was still feeling pleasantly buzzed from champagne, his head light and floaty, but he nodded when Ernie asked if he wanted something to drink. His nerves were buzzing, and he knew that Ernie was just as nervous. "Tea, I think," he said. "No more alcohol for me." He didn't want their first time to be a haze of drunken memories. He understood if Ernie needed more, but he hoped that his boyfriend could keep a full head.
He bit his bottom lip and moved closer to Ernie. "You okay?" he asked softly. "We don't have to do anything tonight, we can take our time." He blushed. "We can just sleep, if that's what you want. You're in charge, so whatever you want, just tell me." He leaned up and kissed Ernie gently, ignoring the shaking of his hands.