He'll Say Yes
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
851
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
He'll Say Yes
I am so fucking nervous.
I know he’ll say yes.
He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes.
I just keep repeating it over and over again under my breath, in an attempt to soothe my nerves.
We’ve been together for a total of two years now. I still don’t now why Drew is with me. He could have anyone he wants. He’s gorgeous, smart, talented…fuck!
He loves me. He’ll say yes. He loves me. He’ll say yes.
I really cannot believe I’m doing this. I remember a time when I was positive I would never be in a relationship, let alone proposing to someone. But here I am, about to ask Drew to spend the rest of his life with me. How the fuck did I get here?
I can’t help but think of our first night together, the uncontrollable desire I had to touch him, kiss him. I should have known then that we were going to be together. But of course, I denied we were even in a relationship until Drew did the unthinkable and told me he didn’t want to see me anymore. It was the kind of wake up call I needed. After that moment, a lot of things changed for me. When I ran into him at the bookstore, I was just so happy to see him again. And, ready. Ready to start a relationship with him.
We’ve been an official couple for two years, and the good has far outweighed the bad. I’m not saying there haven’t been some difficult moments. But, the majority of it has been good, really good. I love Drew, and I like making him happy, which is why I’m doing this. Marriage isn’t my thing. I don’t need a ceremony and rings to prove how we feel about eachother. But, Drew is different. He wants it all, the whole shebang – dating, moving in, the proposal, engagement, marriage, house in the suburbs, two point five children, and the dog running in the backyard. So this is just the next step.
I made the decision to propose this past Christmas. It was night time. We had just exchanged presents and were lying underneath the Christmas tree. Drew had his eyes closed and was humming some Christmas song. I just watched as the twinkling multi-colors lights reflected off his pale skin. I began thinking about how I spent my holidays before him. I was always alone in an empty apartment on Christmas night. In that moment, under the tree with Drew, I was content, at peace. And, I made my decision.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mom completely freaked out when I told her I was proposing. She, like me, thought that I would be alone for the rest of my life. She always hoped, but she never thought I would settle down. A few weeks after Christmas, I went to visit her to have breakfast and inform her about my imminent proposal. After eating we were just chatting and she asked me how Drew was doing. I figured it was a good segue into the other reason for my visit.
“About Drew…” I said slowly, trying to figure out exactly how I would share the news. Apparently, Mom took it to mean that I had done something wrong.
“Oh, Jesus! What did you do? That poor boy.” She started going on about how she should call Drew, and I was such an idiot, and she hoped he would be alright. If I had any doubt that she loved Drew more than me it was confirmed right there. Before she could say anymore, I stopped her.
“I’m proposing.”
“What?” She asked confusedly.
“I’m asking Drew to marry me.”
“What!?!” She shrieked, her hand instantly over her chest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She actually helped me pick out the ring. A long time ago, Drew told me he wanted diamonds when he married. I open the box again. The ring is a simple platinum band with small diamonds and black onyx stones patterned around it. It’s pretty, but still masculine.
I thought about taking him out to dinner and proposing on one knee but thought better of it. It seemed so traditional and cliché and formal. None of which we are.
Instead, here I am, in bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. He walks out of the bathroom wearing his plaid pajama bottoms that I still make fun of him for and climbs under the covers, moving to my side and resting his head on my chest.
“Drew,” I whisper, my fingers running through his slightly damp hair. He lifts his head a bit and his blue eyes meet mine, questioningly.
“I have to ask you something.” He pulls out of my arms and sits up a bit, responding to my serious tone.
“What is it baby?”
“Um…would you…uh…marry me?” Yeah, not my most eloquent moment. I pull out the ring and watch his face, not wanting to miss any part of his reaction. He looks shell-shocked.
“Are you serious, baby?” He asks hesitantly.
“Yes.” Before I can finish the word his arms are around my neck and he lets out a squeal that would do any prepubescent girl proud.
“Drew, the ring.”
“The ring!” He exclaims as if he’s completely forgotten. He quickly pulls out of my arms and takes the ring from my hand and slips it on his left ring finger. He holds out his hand to gaze at it.
“My ring! Look at my ring, baby. It’s beautiful,” he says, his voice full of awe and excitement.
“I know Drew, I bought it.” He responds with an absentminded “mmhmm,” while still gazing at the ring.
“Is this platinum, baby?”
“Yes.”
“And of course these are real diamonds.”
“Of course.” He finally stops gazing at the ring and looks back to me.
“So we’re getting married?”
“I don’t know. Are we? I asked and you haven’t answered yet,” I reply with a smirk. He rolls his eyes.
“Of course I want to marry you,” he pauses to move closer to me and place a quick kiss on my lips, “you knew I would say yes.” I think back to my mantra.
He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes.
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
I know he’ll say yes.
He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes.
I just keep repeating it over and over again under my breath, in an attempt to soothe my nerves.
We’ve been together for a total of two years now. I still don’t now why Drew is with me. He could have anyone he wants. He’s gorgeous, smart, talented…fuck!
He loves me. He’ll say yes. He loves me. He’ll say yes.
I really cannot believe I’m doing this. I remember a time when I was positive I would never be in a relationship, let alone proposing to someone. But here I am, about to ask Drew to spend the rest of his life with me. How the fuck did I get here?
I can’t help but think of our first night together, the uncontrollable desire I had to touch him, kiss him. I should have known then that we were going to be together. But of course, I denied we were even in a relationship until Drew did the unthinkable and told me he didn’t want to see me anymore. It was the kind of wake up call I needed. After that moment, a lot of things changed for me. When I ran into him at the bookstore, I was just so happy to see him again. And, ready. Ready to start a relationship with him.
We’ve been an official couple for two years, and the good has far outweighed the bad. I’m not saying there haven’t been some difficult moments. But, the majority of it has been good, really good. I love Drew, and I like making him happy, which is why I’m doing this. Marriage isn’t my thing. I don’t need a ceremony and rings to prove how we feel about eachother. But, Drew is different. He wants it all, the whole shebang – dating, moving in, the proposal, engagement, marriage, house in the suburbs, two point five children, and the dog running in the backyard. So this is just the next step.
I made the decision to propose this past Christmas. It was night time. We had just exchanged presents and were lying underneath the Christmas tree. Drew had his eyes closed and was humming some Christmas song. I just watched as the twinkling multi-colors lights reflected off his pale skin. I began thinking about how I spent my holidays before him. I was always alone in an empty apartment on Christmas night. In that moment, under the tree with Drew, I was content, at peace. And, I made my decision.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mom completely freaked out when I told her I was proposing. She, like me, thought that I would be alone for the rest of my life. She always hoped, but she never thought I would settle down. A few weeks after Christmas, I went to visit her to have breakfast and inform her about my imminent proposal. After eating we were just chatting and she asked me how Drew was doing. I figured it was a good segue into the other reason for my visit.
“About Drew…” I said slowly, trying to figure out exactly how I would share the news. Apparently, Mom took it to mean that I had done something wrong.
“Oh, Jesus! What did you do? That poor boy.” She started going on about how she should call Drew, and I was such an idiot, and she hoped he would be alright. If I had any doubt that she loved Drew more than me it was confirmed right there. Before she could say anymore, I stopped her.
“I’m proposing.”
“What?” She asked confusedly.
“I’m asking Drew to marry me.”
“What!?!” She shrieked, her hand instantly over her chest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She actually helped me pick out the ring. A long time ago, Drew told me he wanted diamonds when he married. I open the box again. The ring is a simple platinum band with small diamonds and black onyx stones patterned around it. It’s pretty, but still masculine.
I thought about taking him out to dinner and proposing on one knee but thought better of it. It seemed so traditional and cliché and formal. None of which we are.
Instead, here I am, in bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. He walks out of the bathroom wearing his plaid pajama bottoms that I still make fun of him for and climbs under the covers, moving to my side and resting his head on my chest.
“Drew,” I whisper, my fingers running through his slightly damp hair. He lifts his head a bit and his blue eyes meet mine, questioningly.
“I have to ask you something.” He pulls out of my arms and sits up a bit, responding to my serious tone.
“What is it baby?”
“Um…would you…uh…marry me?” Yeah, not my most eloquent moment. I pull out the ring and watch his face, not wanting to miss any part of his reaction. He looks shell-shocked.
“Are you serious, baby?” He asks hesitantly.
“Yes.” Before I can finish the word his arms are around my neck and he lets out a squeal that would do any prepubescent girl proud.
“Drew, the ring.”
“The ring!” He exclaims as if he’s completely forgotten. He quickly pulls out of my arms and takes the ring from my hand and slips it on his left ring finger. He holds out his hand to gaze at it.
“My ring! Look at my ring, baby. It’s beautiful,” he says, his voice full of awe and excitement.
“I know Drew, I bought it.” He responds with an absentminded “mmhmm,” while still gazing at the ring.
“Is this platinum, baby?”
“Yes.”
“And of course these are real diamonds.”
“Of course.” He finally stops gazing at the ring and looks back to me.
“So we’re getting married?”
“I don’t know. Are we? I asked and you haven’t answered yet,” I reply with a smirk. He rolls his eyes.
“Of course I want to marry you,” he pauses to move closer to me and place a quick kiss on my lips, “you knew I would say yes.” I think back to my mantra.
He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes. He’ll say yes.
“Yeah, I guess I did.”