āOh, for fucks sakeāā
Is not the appropriate reaction to your boyfriend of ten years on his knee, presenting a glittering ring to you after nearly pounding you into a blissful coma.
But after seventeen times it gets annoying.
āCan you give a man a moments rest?ā Brock complains.
Jack grins, wily and full teeth. āGotta hit you when youāre weakest; all strung out and cuddly after a good fuck.ā
āTrying to trick me when I have cum-brain?ā Brock asks.Ā
āI like to think of it more as post-nut clarity.ā Jack quips.
Jack may have wrangled him into a (mostly) monogamous relationship kicking and screaming, but marriage is where Brock draws the line. But it doesnāt matter how many times Brock has said no to his proposal, Jack is undeterred. Heās a man of iron will, steadfast, persistent, patient, and with an audacity that doesnāt quite fit his reserved nature.
āSoā¦?ā Jack insists.
Brock just glowers. He reaches over with agonizing slowness and gently closes the lid of the ring box with a deafening click.
Jack doesnāt yell, or cry, or even frown, none of the normal emotions one might project after rejection. No, he laughs.
Itās nothing like his first proposal. Disappointment, but not surprise. Just quiet acceptance. Brock had after all made his position on marriage extremely clear long before that.
The second proposal didnāt come for a long time after that. But that time, he took Brockās rejection as a challenge, emboldened by the fact that although he wouldnāt agree to marriage Brock still intended to stick around. The third time could have passed as a joke, and ever since his proposals have taken on a teasing nature. Like itās an game between them. Brock expects that one day heāll propose in public just to embarrass him.
Jack shrugs. āNext time, then.āĀ Heās still grinning, and Brock has to resist grinning back.
āNo next time.ā Brock whines.
āNext time for sure.ā
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