Surprise - Tuck/Sam/Rhys
Sam smiled, his arms sliding around Rhys’s waist as he started to gather up what he needed for breakfast. They fit so perfectly together, the way he nestled into his arms, head tipping back against his shoulder like he’d been made to fit there. A kiss to his ear. “What’s for breakfast.”
A low, pleased sound and a trace of smirk in his voice. “Peanut butter and banana french toast. Picked up the recipe last week, thought I’d give it a try.”
“Marry me.”
With an easy laugh, Rhys slipped out of his arms long enough to grab a whisk and a spatula from the drawer. But when he went to settle against Sam again, he wasn’t there. Confused, he turned and.. and..
Sam was on one knee in the middle of the kitchen.
He’d been thinking about it since the day he’d moved in. When they decided to share their lives and a small house, no more living out of motels and duffel bags, and build a real life together. Sam offers a self-conscious smile, because it’s hardly the romantic way he wanted to do it. He’s in a rumpled tshirt and running shorts, Rhys is in his favorite jeans and he’s holding a spatula and whisk and looking utterly dumbfounded.
“I mean it, Jared.” His heart is doing its best to climb out of his throat, because he’s really doing this. He’s finally doing this. “Marry me. Please?”
Rhys’s jaw works for a moment as the words start to sink in. The utensils clatter to the floor forgotten as he launches himself into Sam’s arms. “Yes. Yes Sam. Dear god yes.”
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His phone buzzes late that afternoon and Tuck reads the text with a smile on his face.
‘Getting married. He said yes.’
Bill snorts and texts back that of course he was going to say yes, and for both of them to enjoy their celebration that weekend before he slides his phone back into his pocket.
He hadn’t been called away on a job; in fact he was relaxing in a hotel in Atlanta for the weekend. Sam had come to him nearly a month ago, nervous as Bill had ever seen him. He wanted to propose, but the three of them were happy together and he didn’t want things to change, he didn’t want Bill to feel like he wasn’t as important in their lives. If Bill wasn’t comfortable with it, then he’d forget it and they’d stay just as they were.
It’s harder than it looks to pull someone nearly six inches taller than you into a reassuring hug, but Bill’s fairly sure he managed.
Was he okay with this? Absolutely. Completely. He’s been married and he remembers just how amazing that is and he wants that for them both. And if they still want him to be a part of their lives - as well as share their bed - then he’ll count himself the luckiest man alive.
Reaching for his phone again, Tuck makes a couple of calls before texting Sam back. He’s made dinner reservations at a nice place in town and it’s on him tonight. And he’s calling Best Man for the wedding.
He can almost hear Rhys’s laughter as he slides his phone away and orders another drink.
A low, pleased sound and a trace of smirk in his voice. “Peanut butter and banana french toast. Picked up the recipe last week, thought I’d give it a try.”
“Marry me.”
With an easy laugh, Rhys slipped out of his arms long enough to grab a whisk and a spatula from the drawer. But when he went to settle against Sam again, he wasn’t there. Confused, he turned and.. and..
Sam was on one knee in the middle of the kitchen.
He’d been thinking about it since the day he’d moved in. When they decided to share their lives and a small house, no more living out of motels and duffel bags, and build a real life together. Sam offers a self-conscious smile, because it’s hardly the romantic way he wanted to do it. He’s in a rumpled tshirt and running shorts, Rhys is in his favorite jeans and he’s holding a spatula and whisk and looking utterly dumbfounded.
“I mean it, Jared.” His heart is doing its best to climb out of his throat, because he’s really doing this. He’s finally doing this. “Marry me. Please?”
Rhys’s jaw works for a moment as the words start to sink in. The utensils clatter to the floor forgotten as he launches himself into Sam’s arms. “Yes. Yes Sam. Dear god yes.”
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His phone buzzes late that afternoon and Tuck reads the text with a smile on his face.
‘Getting married. He said yes.’
Bill snorts and texts back that of course he was going to say yes, and for both of them to enjoy their celebration that weekend before he slides his phone back into his pocket.
He hadn’t been called away on a job; in fact he was relaxing in a hotel in Atlanta for the weekend. Sam had come to him nearly a month ago, nervous as Bill had ever seen him. He wanted to propose, but the three of them were happy together and he didn’t want things to change, he didn’t want Bill to feel like he wasn’t as important in their lives. If Bill wasn’t comfortable with it, then he’d forget it and they’d stay just as they were.
It’s harder than it looks to pull someone nearly six inches taller than you into a reassuring hug, but Bill’s fairly sure he managed.
Was he okay with this? Absolutely. Completely. He’s been married and he remembers just how amazing that is and he wants that for them both. And if they still want him to be a part of their lives - as well as share their bed - then he’ll count himself the luckiest man alive.
Reaching for his phone again, Tuck makes a couple of calls before texting Sam back. He’s made dinner reservations at a nice place in town and it’s on him tonight. And he’s calling Best Man for the wedding.
He can almost hear Rhys’s laughter as he slides his phone away and orders another drink.