Fill: Like Seriously, Dude, Part 3cathalinJune 27 2011, 06:32:50 UTC
Shaun goes to the drawer in their bedroom where he’s hidden the package under his socks. He brings it back into the kitchen. His hands are shaking and all he can think to do is hold it out to Zach.
Zach looks at him with a question in his eyes, but opens the bag silently and pulls out the box from inside. He looks up at Shaun when he sees the black velvet, like he’s searching Shaun’s face to tell him what’s going on. Shaun bites his lip and nods and Zach opens it. There are two plain silver bands nestled there, exactly the same.
Shaun clears his throat. “It’s a placeholder set. We come in and pick the ones we really want. I mean, you’d deserve something unique, you know? It’s the guy, remember, the place we found that time, near Chinatown?”
Zach nods slowly, like he’s in a daze. He looks up at Shaun. “Were you planning on ever, you know?”
Shaun grabs Zach’s t-shirt again, studies the stains. He swallows. “I’m terrified,” he says, into the quiet space between them.
Zach presses his hand over Shaun's. He says, low, “It’s okay. It’s really okay. I don’t need anything like that to be with you, you know that.”
“No. You don’t get it.” Shaun bites his lip, waits until he can catch Zach’s eyes. “I want it so much. I just don’t ever want to be the thing that’s hemming you in.”
Zach shakes his head. “You’re not the thing that’s hemming me in.” He says it in his serious voice, the one he uses when he’s really thought something through. Zach is younger, yes, but he’s got the maturity of a much older guy. “You’re the thing--” Zach’s voice breaks a little and Shaun’s eyes sting. “You’re the thing that lets me be free.”
Shaun makes a choked off sound that is definitely not crying. He curls his hand around Zach’s cheek and pulls their foreheads together. “I’m an idiot. I'm an idiot and I would be so very happy, so--” he searches for a word -- “so honored if you, if you would--”
Zach’s hand comes up to Shaun’s face and Shaun turns into it instinctively.
“Yeah. Yeah, I will,” Zach whispers.
Shaun’s lungs are all tight and his throat is closed up but he smiles.
“I still haven’t heard from you, though.” Now Zach’s voice has a teasing edge to it. “My one of a kind artistic invite hasn’t been replied to.” He cards his fingers through Shaun’s hair.
“I’ve never been good at interpreting art.” Shaun keeps his voice as level as he can. “That’s why I need you around, I guess. So yeah, I’m answering your invite, yeah. Yes, please. Please may I marry you.”
Zach’s lips are very close. He brushes his thumb over Shaun’s face. Shaun strokes Zach’s hair and kisses his forehead. Zach pulls Shaun's head down and leans in and their lips brush. “Baby,” Shaun murmurs, overcome.
“I know,” Zach whispers against his lips. “Me, too.”
Zach looks at him with a question in his eyes, but opens the bag silently and pulls out the box from inside. He looks up at Shaun when he sees the black velvet, like he’s searching Shaun’s face to tell him what’s going on. Shaun bites his lip and nods and Zach opens it. There are two plain silver bands nestled there, exactly the same.
Shaun clears his throat. “It’s a placeholder set. We come in and pick the ones we really want. I mean, you’d deserve something unique, you know? It’s the guy, remember, the place we found that time, near Chinatown?”
Zach nods slowly, like he’s in a daze. He looks up at Shaun. “Were you planning on ever, you know?”
Shaun grabs Zach’s t-shirt again, studies the stains. He swallows. “I’m terrified,” he says, into the quiet space between them.
Zach presses his hand over Shaun's. He says, low, “It’s okay. It’s really okay. I don’t need anything like that to be with you, you know that.”
“No. You don’t get it.” Shaun bites his lip, waits until he can catch Zach’s eyes. “I want it so much. I just don’t ever want to be the thing that’s hemming you in.”
Zach shakes his head. “You’re not the thing that’s hemming me in.” He says it in his serious voice, the one he uses when he’s really thought something through. Zach is younger, yes, but he’s got the maturity of a much older guy. “You’re the thing--” Zach’s voice breaks a little and Shaun’s eyes sting. “You’re the thing that lets me be free.”
Shaun makes a choked off sound that is definitely not crying. He curls his hand around Zach’s cheek and pulls their foreheads together. “I’m an idiot. I'm an idiot and I would be so very happy, so--” he searches for a word -- “so honored if you, if you would--”
Zach’s hand comes up to Shaun’s face and Shaun turns into it instinctively.
“Yeah. Yeah, I will,” Zach whispers.
Shaun’s lungs are all tight and his throat is closed up but he smiles.
“I still haven’t heard from you, though.” Now Zach’s voice has a teasing edge to it. “My one of a kind artistic invite hasn’t been replied to.” He cards his fingers through Shaun’s hair.
“I’ve never been good at interpreting art.” Shaun keeps his voice as level as he can. “That’s why I need you around, I guess. So yeah, I’m answering your invite, yeah. Yes, please. Please may I marry you.”
Zach’s lips are very close. He brushes his thumb over Shaun’s face. Shaun strokes Zach’s hair and kisses his forehead. Zach pulls Shaun's head down and leans in and their lips brush. “Baby,” Shaun murmurs, overcome.
“I know,” Zach whispers against his lips. “Me, too.”
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