"Joshua," Tyler pouted as he saw his husband spread out on the honeymoon suite bed, stripped down to his boxers, eating Oreos.

"What?" Josh asked. "Oh, hey Ty. You look cute."

Tyler sighed and turned around, heading back into the bathroom. His husband was such a stereotypical male.

"Heyyyy, where're you going?" Josh asked.

"To change."

"Why?? You look cute like that. Come snuggle me."

"I'm not snuggling you in my wedding night lingerie," Tyler said. "It'll get wrinkled."

"Awwww, i don't care!" Josh exclaimed. "You look cute either way."

'Cute' is not necessarily the word Tyler wanted to be described as in the lingerie he had finally worked up the courage to wear, having expected his husband to absolutely drool over it. But, he should've expected this.

"Still. I spent too much money on this stuff to get it wrinkled," he said. "Thank God I left the tags on."

He went back to the bathroom and changed into joggers and a t shirt, brushing his teeth and washing his face.

So much for a sexy wedding night.

He left the bathroom and went to the bedroom part of the suite, crawling into bed with a grinning husband who wrapped his arm around him, feeding him an Oreo.

"Love you, TyJo."

"I love you too, Joshua," Tyler sighed, kissing the base of Josh's jaw and snuggling up with him.

Tyler just fell asleep on Josh's chest while watching Dance Moms with him. It was a pretty dull wedding night.

But the next night was a different story.