"[Noah] bent to kiss Gabriel. Ian almost purred as he watched. The size difference alone - mmm. It was almost as good as their difference in coloring: like watching the sun and the moon decide to dance, if the sun were puckish enough to peel off the moon's sweater for him, but kind enough to leave him the long-sleeved tee. Any metaphor worth extending was worth overextending, in Ian's opinion."
"Joshua had seen a good few beach houses more deserving of the name "mansion" than "home", but the Old Man must have preferred simplicity - or else he'd been a cheap son of a bitch. There was not a lot to his home past the living area but three bedrooms, two of them so tiny they must have started life as a single and been divided after."
So, three bedrooms, eh? Yep, very simplistic. And incredibly convenient.