A/N: this is the champagne bottle i break in order to set this blog to sail. I wrote this for my friends & I will make a part 2 soon but that’s later after i finish a few other things. i had no beta. don’t @ me about this
There was frost on the glass. Snow fell silently, muffling sounds of the sleepless city below. The morning sunlight was turned soft and grey as it passed through the clouds.
But the cold outside world did not hinder the movement of the two people warmed beneth the sheets and by each other.
Nick’s thrusts were slow and smooth and Dillon sighed. He wrapped his legs around him tighter, pulling him closer. Dillon ran his hands into Nick’s hair and drew their lips to meet. He let Nick’s tongue slip into his mouth and moaned.
Nick’s pace quickened and soft moans turned into panting and breathless encouragements. He held the older man’s hands in place over his head with one hand and grabbed his hip with the other, angling him to reach deeper. He ran a tongue over Dillon’s jaw and kissed at his neck, making him squirm and whimper in his ear.
As his thrusts became erratic, he let go of Dillon’s hands and wrapped his own around his dick, earning him a gasp and the older man’s hips attempting to match the rhythm of his pumping.
They both came quickly after, Dillon crying out his name, then Nick with a groan. They were still, panting and coming down from the high, and everything was slow and heavy around them.
Dillon lazily ran his hands up Nick’s shoulders and into his hair again, looking up at him. He could hear the traffic outside of the apartment now. The snow had stopped and the sun leaked through the clouds, casting a shadow over half of Nick’s face, but revealing the soft gold buried in his dirty blond hair.
Nick smiled but almost looked embarassed. “What?”
“You’re fucking beautiful like this.” Dillon silently noted the curve of Nick’s jaw in this light.
Nick laughed, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and fell beside him.
“Does it ever end with you?” he wrapped an arm around Dillon, bringing him closer. “The charm? Is this just what you do?”
“It’s what I do for you.” They were facing each other and Dillon moved in closer. “I’d say anything that’d make you stay with me here,” he whispered against Nick’s lips.
They kiss, soft and slow, lazy and warm to contrast with the world outside.
Summary: They gonna get a marriage??!?!?!? Click here to FIND OUT!!
A/N: Me, Fennel, and Kerbear were talking about dilvin gettin married so [throws glitter] soft boyfriends are ruining my life!!!!!!
“We should get hitched.”
Adam doesn’t move. He takes a second to process the statement. His heart has skipped a beat.
They’re on the couch, a night like any other. It was late. They had ordered Thai food, had a case of beer, and were marathoning movies, now squished together, hands held and legs tangled under a blanket. Dillon shifted from leaning against Adam’s shoulder to look at him. He hadn’t said anything.
“Uh,” Adam replies hastily, his eyes finding Dillon’s. He wasn’t asked a question. “You want to?”
“Yeah, I want to.” Dillon is close, cheek against Adam’s shoulder. His eyes are trailing down to Adam’s mouth. He squeezes his hand just slightly. “ Do… You not want to?”
Adam had thought about proposing before, of course. Sealing the deal, putting a ring on Dillon’s finger. But they’ve been so busy and they only managing to squeeze in a night or two together every few weeks and Dillon’s never said anything about even wanting to get married in general at all. Their relationship is so relaxed and easy too, Adam didn’t know how Dillon would take such a solid and serious step.
But wasn’t their relationship precisely why his mind occasionally imagined how their lips would meet when it was all said and done? Sometimes he’d think of the kiss as apart of a big, planned, boisterous affair. A ceremony in front of all their friends and family. Usually, however, it felt more right as a trip to the courthouse. Hands held tight and silent, excited looks exchanged while they waited to meet the judge, necessary papers in hand. Their first spousal kiss on the steps outside.
He’d shake the images out of his head, push them out. Not yet, maybe not ever. ‘Just enjoy what you can while you have it,’ he’d chastise himself. That’s how they went into the relationship and that’s how it’d always been. Even if maybe they’d both gone a bit deeper than either had expected.
Now here he was, months of doubt and second-guessing later, feeling liked he’s been punched in the gut. But it was just excitement. He hadn’t expected… Couldn’t believe… Dillon was proposing to him?
“Then let’s fucking do it.” Dillon presses his lips to Adam’s, whose heart is hammering in his chest. He readjusts himself back to his original position, squeezing Adam’s hand again. “We’re getting married.”
Adam squeezes back this time. He shifts so Dillon’s head is against his chest again. They hadn’t even paused the movie.
“Yeah. We’re getting married.” He’s telling this to himself more than Dillon.
“It’ll be so kick ass. Hollywood isn’t fucking ready for this power couple.”
Adam laughs, his nervous excitement fading, “You’re taking my name, though.”
