Dave squeezed the younger man's hand lightly, glancing over at the bed and unable to stop a light, very light, flush from making its way to his face. "Well, he did say he had to deal with a tenant who hadn't paid last month. Figure we've got some time before he'll be able to see us about signing the lease." And, yes, he wanted to christen that rickety bed, wanted to love and be loved, physically, now that they had said the words. "At least twenty minutes." He murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to Dylan's jawline.