@midnightsaboteur
It had been a ride for sure. A lot had happened ever since he and Marcus met when they were just kids. Now they had grown up, Marcus had been married, Prime Minister and now divorced. Nate, on the other hand, had lived in Italy, he had gotten his degree in Firenze and became one of the most successful art curators in the world... and the creator of the largest network of art trafficking.
A lot had happened in their lives, lots of changes, but one thing remained intact: the passion and love they had for one another. They had always been in each other's lives. Marcus was his person... and that was certainly saying something since Nate fucked every pretty little thing with a pulse.
This particular weekend, the two of them were at his Estate, Nate's favorite place in the world. There was something about the quiet and the green and fresh air that he enjoyed. One would think that this was just another weekend getaway, but no, there was something special this time. A part of him was nervous, and Nate was not a person who got nervous, he was always cool as a cucumber. He appeared at the room that now worked as Marcus' study and knocked on the door before walking in.
No matter how many years had passed, Nate would always find him to be the most attractive man on planet earth. "Hey" he said. "Dinner's ready, I told them to set the table in the winter garden, there's still painting smell on the dining room" it had been very convenient that he was doing some renovations in the house. "Do you still have work to do?" He asked softly.