For Kierstin
Ryan was curled up on the couch behind Colin, the credits of the movie having played long ago and the disc having returned to the menu, leaving them bathed in the dull colors of the scheme that was selected. Colin was asleep, Ryan could hear the steady beating of his heart even without the werewolf hearing that he now possessed. Two years ago he couldn't do that. Two years ago he couldn't do a lot of things, honestly.
He couldn't said he loved somebody and meant it unless it was in passing to one of his parents or siblings, he couldn't even fathom being in a relationship, and he sure as hell wasn't able to do werewolf stuff since he hadn't even known that werewolves were a thing.
Now at nineteen he was a werewolf, in a committed relationship with somebody whom he frequently confessed his love for, and he was somebody who was..engaged. He was getting married.
Only a few hours ago he'd proposed to Colin before they were set to watch their movie, using the ring that he'd spent a fair chunk on, and after a bit of teary eyes on both ends, they had cuddled up together, legs intertwined and hands clasped together and eventually dozed off in the middle of Harry Potter (the first one, of course), on their couch. Thankfully because of their apartment they didn't have to worry about having parents barge in or siblings, or even really pack members since Ryan wasn't too keen on pack bonding, especially since his brother was a member of the pack and the other was well...It was safe to say he wouldn't be allowed at the wedding.
Anyways, they had curled up and fallen asleep, with Ryan waking up only a few minutes previously and pulling Colin closer on instinct, nosing at the back of his neck. They'd probably intended on having sex after, and had beforehand kissed some before settling to watch the movie but with how awake Colin was (not at all) they were probably going to end up in bed either making out like teenagers or just snuggling in their underwear for the night with a good morning blowjob from Ryan to Colin.
Throughout two years, Ryan had fallen in love, actually learned to love, become more independent than he'd ever expected he would be, and he became somebody who was more than just climbing trees and being goofy. He still had days where when they went to the park he'd climb into a tree and drag Colin up to show him the view, and he still had plenty of times where he was just as goofy as he had been at seventeen, but he was slowly growing into a young werewolf that he at least hoped Colin would be proud to be married to one day.
They were already mated, going by the standard werewolf procedure of just needing to feel such a deep commitment to somebody, but neither of them had been born werewolves. As nice as it was to be recognized as a committed couple by the pack and by werewolf standards, it was going to be nice to have something still human. To see Colin at an alter in a tux or hell, even in jeans and a t-shirt at the courthouse. Either way he'd still be the most beautiful man that Ryan had ever seen. There were times when Colin was doing something simple like maybe washing a plate or just looking for a shirt in the closet or even laying on the couch, mid-nap with drool on his chin and Ryan would have to stop and just..remember that this was his boyfriend. This wasn't his dream, he'd never been one of those people that had thought their world would revolve around a person, but this was his reality and he wouldn't have traded it for any of those dreams he'd had of traveling on his own.
He was grounded. He had a pack. He had a new family. He had Colin. That was enough for him.
Ryan moved slowly, shifting so he was sitting up and then standing, easily picking up the shorter werewolf who snuffled and grunted in response, but seemed to stay asleep as he was gently manhandled and then carried as Ryan moved them to the bedroom, getting his fiance into bed since as nice as it was to be so close on the couch, it wasn't fun, even for their werewolf healing.
With a yawn he crawled into bed beside Colin, burying his face in the shorter mans chest and snuffling happily, a bit of a growl in his chest in more or less a comfortable way. His wolf was always at ease unless provoked, but when like this with Colin with the steady thrum of his heartbeat pressed against Ryan's ear, his wolf turned into a substance quite similar to melted butter that had been left in the sun to stay warm for a few hours. His wolf felt at home with Colin, and so did he as a human. That was what a husband was, a husband and a best friend was a home. And Ryan had the best home.
