Max's back hit the grass with a soft "oof" when Thomas suddenly took him by surprise and flipped them over. He stared up into Thomas' eyes, getting lost in his piercing blue gaze, smiling brighter than he had ever done before. He was engaged to the most beautiful, most perfect man on the face of the earth. Thomas was his and only his, for now and for ever, til death do they part, but even then, he knew that they'd still be together. He didn't have time to say anything as Thomas leaned in, peppering him with kisses, the word "fiancé" on repeat, punctuating each kiss. Max giggled like a school girl, wrapping his arms around Thomas' neck, bringing him closer each time he kissed him. Max nodded in agreement. "It definitely is. There is no doubt about it in my mind." Max threaded his fingers through Thomas' feathery hair as they kissed, pulling his body flush against his. He loved just how perfectly they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle, no matter what position they were in. Max sighed dreamily, pictures of Thomas and him walking down the aisle flooding his mind, their friends and family (well, his mother) around them as they said their vows that they had written themselves.
He didn't care that his clothes probably had grass stain on them, or that there was dirt and God knows what else in his hair, because right now, the only thing that mattered to him was the man hovering above him and the ring on his finger. "I know what you mean, baby. I'm so in love with you, it hurts sometimes. My heart literally cannot hold all of the love I have for you, which is why in each moment of each day, I show you just how much I care for you, otherwise, I'll explode. Every day I wonder what I did right to deserve someone like you." He brought one of his hands up to mirror Thomas' actions, cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over the cheekbone. Taking him by surprise, Max pulled the older boy down so that he was now laying beside him on the ground, his head on his shoulder, wrapped up in Max's arms. Max looked over at him, smiling lovingly as he looked into the blue eyes that could stare straight into his soul. "Trust me, babe, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you're talking about, because I feel the same way about you. I love you so fucking much."
Max threaded his fingers through Thomas' feathery locks, running them through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "When did you have time to do all of this, baby? I mean, you were almost with me 24/7 because I wouldn't let you out of my sight after your attempt." He pulled Thomas' left arm up to his face, gently placing kissing up and down the lengths of the two scars forming on them from when he'd self harmed before his suicide attempt. Every day, Max thanked God that Thomas had not succeeded in killing himself, because if he had, that's when Max's whole life would have ended too. He could live without Thomas, of that he was certain. Being away from him while he was still in Europe and Max had come back to the island had been hard enough, but they still talked on occasion, Skyping once or twice while they were apart. "And it was perfect, by the way. Location, everything you said, you. Just everything." He looked down at the ring on his finger, smiling softly. "Its beautiful. Just like you."
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