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Finally.

I lay with Chris across my chest, huffing and tired, but completely happy. Chris has his eyes closed while he catches his breath, and his hand drapes across my heaving chest.

"Did you like it? Was it good for you?" I say. "'Cause that was my first time with a guy."

He raises his head in shock and does a double-take.

"What?" He questions.

"It was my first time with a guy," I repeat, worried. He looks me in the eyes and he props himself up with his elbow.

"Jay Jay..."

"Yes?"

"That was the best sex I've ever had. It was so..." He paused and waves around a tired hand. "Filled with emotion. No guy has ever pleased me that much." He finishes. I touch his cheek ever so gently, and place a tiny peck upon his lips.

"I'm so glad you liked it, my love. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He shakes his head. "I'm used to it. I'm a veteran gay."

We share a laugh and I feel that feeling again. The one I've felt ever since I met this dazzling man.

The feeling that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

"Hey, Chris?" I ask tentatively.

"Yes?" He looks over at me, and i feel the nervousness rush around inside my brain. "Are you ok?" He touches my chest with a soft hand, leaning over me so his unbraided hair tickles my face.

"Yeah...I'm fine." I start, then sit up, pulling him to my chest. "Chris, when I first met you, I fell in love with your looks, and I'll happily admit to it. Everything about you is perfect. Your skin is flawless, and your eyes could make a man fall over dead with just one look. But by the second day, I realized that it was your energy that made me attracted to you. The way you bounce around and exaggerate with that beautiful little accent... The way that you tilt your head to the left when concentrating on something, and when you smile how you light up the room. I don't know why I'm saying all this, or why I love you so much, but I do know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I reach over and pull a ring box out of the nightstand. "Christopher Mackenzie Stearn, will you do me the honor of becoming Christopher Mackenzie Stearn-Mirati?"

Chris seems stunned at first - at a loss of what to say. Then, slowly, he looks up at me, tears overflowing, and reaches over to his nightstand, pulling out a similar ring box.

I look at the box, then at Chris, then at the box, then back and Chris.

"On the count of three?" I whisper. He nods. "One, two, three."

"Yes," We say in unison, and my heart skips a beat or two, then flutters in delight. Oh my god!

Chris cries out, but I muffle him by kissing him. I then slip the ring on his left-hand ring finger, and he slips his on mine. Then he looks up and yanks me into a hug, showering my face with kisses.

"Jay, I'm so happy..." He chokes on his words, his tears silencing him. I bring him closer to my chest and let him cry as long as he needs it.

Now he is mine, and he is safe.

Nothing can ever change that.

Instead of the sun waking me up with her vicious rays, I am awoken by Chris nuzzles his face into my neck.

"Goodmorning, my beautiful fiancée," I say, noticing he is in my arms and squeezing him to death.

"Ooh, Jay! I love your morning voice. It's so husky and manly. I get shivers." He giggles and I chuckle, loving the sound of my lover's hyper attitude in the morning. He reaches over for his phone, and frowns when he opens his phone. "I have 10 missed calls from David. I should probably call him back." He gets out of bed, unclothed from our earlier endeavors. I smile when I think of sex with him.

He catches me ogling and makes the 'shoo!' sign, as he has already dialed his twin's number. I roll my eyes, get out of bed, quietly get dressed, and head to the kitchen to make us some scrambled eggs and bacon.

As I put it all on the stove, I can hear Chris arguing with his brother. I close my eyes and just relax, trying to block out the sound of my fiancé's upset tone. Finally, I can bear it no longer, and put on headphones, hoping to drown all this out with some good old Beetlejuice.

Moments later, I feel someone tap on my back, and I take off my headphones, Creepy Old Guy still playing.

"What was that about?"

"My brother doesn't like the fact that I left him to ring my doorbell 30 times last night, and when I told him I was getting engaged, he," A fully dressed Chris pauses and shakes his head.

"He yelled at you." I finish for him quietly. He nods.

"My brother has always been protective, and he means well, but sometimes he overreacts."

"That's ok, Chrissie. He just-"

He continues.

"I mean, I know that you love me and want me to be safe, but can't you let me be happy?"

"I get it, Chris."

"You have Keith, why can't you let me have my Jay?" He fumes.

"Chris.."

"You don't control my life!" He slams a fist on the table. I hug him tightly to my chest.

"He loves you and tries to protect you. Think of it that way." I whisper in his ear. He sighs.

"Thank you, my love. You always help me with these things." He kisses my cheek and looks next to the stove, where I have just plated our food. "Yum!"

As I watch my little fiancé scramble around looking for milk, I chuckle, realizing that this is just the beginning of my story with this amazing man, and boy oh boy, am I ready to see what comes next.


A.N.


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