***
“Fuck Donovan.” Shane gasped, trying to get his breath under control. “Gonna fucking kill me.” Shane’s voice was lethargic and satiated.
Chris went slack against Shane, utterly boneless, loving the gentle way Shane enfolded him against his body. He felt sated, content, and loved and he never wanted to stop feeling that way.
“Not gonna kill you.” Chris sounded drunk. “Just plan on keeping you forever.”
Shane shuddered at those words. “I won’t have it any other way.” His voice cracked.
“What the fuck got into you?” Chris breathed. “That talk…”
“You did tell me to try it on you remember?” Shane chuckled.
“I do but I didn’t think you had it in you.” Chris actually sounded shocked. “Fuck, that was filthily hot.” He gasped.
“At least now we know you like it.” Shane chuckled. “Those ladies…”
“Shut up, Shane,” Chris growled, drawing raucous laughter from Shane.
Both men went quiet, savouring their earth-shattering encounter as they tried to calm their still erratic breathing. It was a comfortable silence. Till Chris broke it.
“Let’s do it.” He said quietly.
“Do what?” Shane asked.
“Get married.” Chris leaned back and looked into Shane’s eyes. “Shane, I’m yours just as I know you’re mine. If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up every day to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin, and the feel of your heart beating with mine. I can never find that feeling with anyone other than you, Shane.”
“Oh God, Chris.” Shane breathed, completely floored by Chris’ words.
“I want to be yours in every sense of the word.” Chris looked as though he was high on drugs but the excitement in his eyes was simply infectious. “I don’t want to wait, Shane. I don’t need to think. We can tell the people who matter afterward. I don’t have to ask anyone…well the guys will be thrilled so they don’t count. That leaves Auntie Syl and Adele…” Chris dropped a quick kiss on Shane’s lips which was opened in shock. “Shane I want to do it. Here…in Florida, before we go back home.” When he noticed Shane’s eyes welling with tears, he leaned in to kiss each eyelid. “I’m not taking no for an answer so don’t even think about it.” He growled.
“You’re saying we should elope.” Shane’s voice didn’t even sound like his.
“I don’t care what you call it.” Chris rasped. “Call it a shotgun wedding if you want…”
Shane burst into laughter then, not even bothering to wipe the tear that finally slid down his cheek. “Oh my God, I love you, Chris Donovan.”
“And I love you,” Chris answered. “And I can’t wait for you and our daughter to go get me a ring before you ask. So let’s go to town and do it now.”
“Chris… You sure we don’t have to book or anything?” Shane couldn’t mask his own excitement.
“Money talks and bullshit walks, baby. I want you to be mine. I want my ring on that finger. I want everyone to know you’re mine. Speaking of wanting everyone to know…”
“What?” Shane asked when he noticed Chris looking behind him.
“He’s gone.” Chris shrugged. “Mario. He was watching us.”
“Really?” Shane laughed.
“Yep. He’s probably wanking off somewhere.”
“Don’t be mean.” Shane chuckled. “Let’s get inside before we get more audience.” He kissed Chris soundly. “Besides we have a wedding to attend…our wedding to attend.” He grinned.
“Yeeeessss!” Chris shouted as he pulled himself off Shane’s cock, moaning in the process. “Oh fuck, I love this cock.”
Shane laughed as he accepted the hand Chris offered. When he stood, he pulled Chris to him and kissed him again. “I’m so happy it feels like I’m floating.”
“Wait till you have that ring on your finger,” Chris murmured, pulling Shane’s swim shorts up to cover his cock and retying the cord. “I’m sure the feeling will be euphoric. Fuck I can’t wait. Let’s go.”
And both men had a bounce in their step as they moved towards the house and their future.
***
Shane and Chris stared with awe and admiration at the ring in the palm of the petit lady behind the counter.
“It’s too beautiful.” The lady murmured almost reverently. Almost as if, if she raised her voice, the ring would disappear.
“Of course you’d say that.” Chris chuckled. “You’re selling it.” They were in one of the most expensive jewelry shops in Florida, trying to pick out rings. “But you’re right. It is spectacular.”
“I swear I always drool over this ring.” She said in a hushed voice. “This is classy, striking, masculine, and totally beautiful. I know it’s abnormally expensive but…” She laid her other hand over her heart with a sigh. “All you have to do is see it on your finger each morning to fall in love all over again. Thrust me on that.”
Shane and Chris stared at the ring the lady was creaming her panties over. It was an 8mm, 950 platinum wedding band, with an elegant design of forceful vertical grooves and polished beveled edges. Its strong, highly engineered look was offset by six round cut diamonds burnish, set in a satin finish. The ring’s undeniable elegance accompanied by those glittering diamonds, not only established the piece as a timeless tribute to a passionate romance, but it also provided magnificence and status. It was simple, classy, and exceptionally stunning.
“I want it.” Shane breathed, obviously enthralled by the ring in question.
“So you’re the groom.” Petit lady moaned, smiling at Shane whose eyes remained on the ring.
Chris ignored the lady’s question and turned to look at the man he loved with all his heart, saw the want and longing for that ring, and knew he wasn’t going to leave the shop without that band. Though Chris thought the ring was beautiful too and had actually fallen in love with it immediately the lady had brought it from the hidden safe, he knew he would want to see that look on Shane’s face for the rest of his life. It was that ring or none other.
“Do you have two of these?” Chris asked with his eyes still on Shane.
“What?” The lady sounded confused.
“We want two of these. Today. Now.” Chris said slowly as though he were talking to a child. “Can we get it?”
“Oh my God… It’s for the two of you.” Petite lady whispered with a flushed face. “I think I’m going to pass out…” She whispered.
“Breathe.” Shane finally looked up and told the girl. “Now answer his question.” He said when the girl looked calmer.
“The designer made only two.” She said shakily. “Because of the prize and the unique design we were made to keep both in the safe for…please let me get my boss.”
“Do that,” Chris said in an amused tone. The girl looked like she wanted to take their autograph or something. What was it with girls and gay couples, he wondered with a shake of his head.