Under Different Circumstances 104/?
Title: Under Different Circumstances
Chapter 104/?: Promises
Characters: Jean-Pierre, Vincent
Genre: Romance
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: Jean-PierrexVincent
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: Jean-Pierre makes a promise.
Under Different Circumstances
Promises
Under Different Circumstances
Promises
Jean-Pierre and Vincent were guests at a friend’s wedding. Seeing as they were both free on that day, they decided to attend both the ceremony and the reception. They dressed up nicely, for the ceremony, and Jean-Pierre drove them to the church, since it was in Montréal and in an area he was more familiar with.
Vincent had strict rules for when they visited churches, together, on the rare occasions that they did. Even though he was a proud gay man and felt no shame in telling others that Jean-Pierre was his husband, when they were in a church, there was some old buried value in him that preferred if they acted like just two acquaintances, rather than two lovers.
Jean-Pierre didn’t question Vincent’s morals on it and simply stood by his side. He learnt to let go of Vincent’s hand by the time they rounded the corner of the street and to keep his arms to himself.
However, Jean-Pierre had some type of plan going through his mind, halfway through the event.
It was a known fact that whenever they went out together to attend something (movie, play, hockey game, Christmas mass), or usually just when they were sitting together and Jean-Pierre got bored, he would play with Vincent’s hands. He would fold and unfold his fingers, compare them to his own and he would also play with his partner’s wedding band. He sometimes would remove it and try it on Vincent’s other fingers to see how it fit. Sometimes, he would swap their rings and put his own on Vincent’s thumb, and Vincent’s ring on his pinky.
Vincent let him do this, mainly because he liked it when their hands were together, but also because it entertained his husband and he secretly thought it was cute. Therefore, when Jean-Pierre started playing with his left hand and the wedding band, he thought little of it, even though they were in a chapel.
What Vincent failed to notice and realise and maybe even recall was that he had married the world’s most secretive and closeted romantic and that moments after Jean-Pierre removed his ring came the bride’s and groom’s exchange of rings, with their wedding vows.
He had his attention on the couple, at the altar, and only glanced at Jean-Pierre, for a moment, when he felt the older man slip the ring back on his finger, just as the groom did the same up front. When he looked at Jean-Pierre, he found his husband to be mouthing the words to the vows that they had both heard hundreds of times.
His heart sped up and he couldn’t believe that Jean-Pierre was doing this. He tried looking in his lover’s eyes to see if this was some kind of joke, or something, but all he saw in his blue eyes was nothing but honesty and love.
He kept watching Jean-Pierre, as he mouthed the words, and even though part of him inside was screaming that this was sacrilegious, a greater part of him simply watched. The fact that when he had been younger he would have liked to get married in a church was completely irrelevant, at the moment.
When the groom finished his vows, Jean-Pierre smiled at Vincent and very discreetly gave Vincent’s hand a warm squeeze. Vincent was surprised his husband didn’t try anything funny on him, such as kissing his cheek, or hand, but he was also glad. He thought that this was all there was to Jean-Pierre’s little game, but his partner removed his own ring and put it in Vincent’s palm just as the bride got ready to say her own vows.
Vincent wasn’t sure if he wanted to do this and Jean-Pierre patiently waited. He gulped nervously and looked at the familiar wedding band he was holding between his fingers. He then took a deep breath and mouthed the other part of the vows, as he looked his lover in the eyes.
He slipped the ring on Jean-Pierre’s finger and they exchanged a small, warm smile as the bride and groom kissed and their guests applauded, impervious to the other small exchange that happened, a few seats behind, or in front of them.
Once they exited the church, Vincent reached for Jean-Pierre’s hand and allowed him to link their fingers together. There were some people who threw them funny looks, but Vincent could care less at the moment. He was happy.
They walked back to the car, in silence, and when they were both seated, just before Jean-Pierre buckled in and started the car, Vincent placed both hands on the side of his face, so as to pull Jean-Pierre close, and kissed him deeply.
Jean-Pierre was a little startled by the seemingly out of the blue gesture, but once he got over it, he put his arms around Vincent’s body and kissed him back.
“You… you wonderful, wonderful man… there really is just you to come with things like these. God, I love you Jean-Pierre Tremblay. Never forget that.” Vincent told him, when they pulled apart. Jean-Pierre felt his heart swell with joy at those words and when he saw Vincent’s smile that could rival any smile he had seen before.
“Tant mieux. J’avais peur que t’embarques pas, pis qu’mon plan fouare.”/ “Good then. I was afraid that you wouldn’t go on and that my plan would fail.” His lover admitted, as he chuckled and caressed his cheek.
“Well, I almost didn’t. You surprised me. It was a good surprise. Just unexpected.” Vincent hugged him close and kissed him again. “So, do I get a honeymoon out of this sort of impromptu second wedding?” He joked. Jean-Pierre looked a little sheepish and Vincent could only start to imagine what he had planned.
“Ben, pas vraiment une lune de miel élaborée, comme celle qu’on a déjà eu, mais j’y avais pensé…”/ “Well, not a super elaborate honeymoon like the one we had, but I had thought of it…”
“Jean! I was only kidding!”
“Je sais, je sais… calme toi; j’avais pensé, par contre qu’on pourrait s’faire un p’tit weekend au chalet, à deux… les voisins pourraient garder Monsieur pis Duchesse et on pourrait partir, pour quatre jours… genre, la fin de semaine prochaine.”/ “I know, I know… calm down; I had, however thought that we could go up North, for the weekend… the neighbours could watch Monsieur and Duchesse and we could leave for four days, like next weekend, or something.” Vincent looked at him and couldn’t help but smile, despite everything.
“Tu penses vraiment à tout, toi, pour des trucs du genre, han?”/ “You really think of everything when it comes to these things, don’t you?” He laughed and nuzzled his nose.
“Ça m’arrive des fois.”/ “It happens, sometimes.” Jean-Pierre replied, honestly.
“Well, I think it’s a wonderful plan and I look forward to our little weekend, my darling, wonderful, romantic husband. Now, I say you drive us home so that we could spend some time together, before going to the supper. I think I’d like my wedding night now.” He pecked Jean-Pierre’s cheek and strapped in, before Jean-Pierre agreed and started the car. He couldn’t help but smile, all the way home, as he held on to his husband’s hand.
OWARI 104
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: January 2nd 2012, 11:48pm
Finished writing: January 3rd 2012, 12:52am
Started typing: February 19th 2012, 7:27pm
Finished typing: February 19th 2012, 8:35pm
Chapter 104/?: Promises
Characters: Jean-Pierre, Vincent
Genre: Romance
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: Jean-PierrexVincent
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: Jean-Pierre makes a promise.
Under Different Circumstances
Promises
Under Different Circumstances
Promises
Jean-Pierre and Vincent were guests at a friend’s wedding. Seeing as they were both free on that day, they decided to attend both the ceremony and the reception. They dressed up nicely, for the ceremony, and Jean-Pierre drove them to the church, since it was in Montréal and in an area he was more familiar with.
Vincent had strict rules for when they visited churches, together, on the rare occasions that they did. Even though he was a proud gay man and felt no shame in telling others that Jean-Pierre was his husband, when they were in a church, there was some old buried value in him that preferred if they acted like just two acquaintances, rather than two lovers.
Jean-Pierre didn’t question Vincent’s morals on it and simply stood by his side. He learnt to let go of Vincent’s hand by the time they rounded the corner of the street and to keep his arms to himself.
However, Jean-Pierre had some type of plan going through his mind, halfway through the event.
It was a known fact that whenever they went out together to attend something (movie, play, hockey game, Christmas mass), or usually just when they were sitting together and Jean-Pierre got bored, he would play with Vincent’s hands. He would fold and unfold his fingers, compare them to his own and he would also play with his partner’s wedding band. He sometimes would remove it and try it on Vincent’s other fingers to see how it fit. Sometimes, he would swap their rings and put his own on Vincent’s thumb, and Vincent’s ring on his pinky.
Vincent let him do this, mainly because he liked it when their hands were together, but also because it entertained his husband and he secretly thought it was cute. Therefore, when Jean-Pierre started playing with his left hand and the wedding band, he thought little of it, even though they were in a chapel.
What Vincent failed to notice and realise and maybe even recall was that he had married the world’s most secretive and closeted romantic and that moments after Jean-Pierre removed his ring came the bride’s and groom’s exchange of rings, with their wedding vows.
He had his attention on the couple, at the altar, and only glanced at Jean-Pierre, for a moment, when he felt the older man slip the ring back on his finger, just as the groom did the same up front. When he looked at Jean-Pierre, he found his husband to be mouthing the words to the vows that they had both heard hundreds of times.
His heart sped up and he couldn’t believe that Jean-Pierre was doing this. He tried looking in his lover’s eyes to see if this was some kind of joke, or something, but all he saw in his blue eyes was nothing but honesty and love.
He kept watching Jean-Pierre, as he mouthed the words, and even though part of him inside was screaming that this was sacrilegious, a greater part of him simply watched. The fact that when he had been younger he would have liked to get married in a church was completely irrelevant, at the moment.
When the groom finished his vows, Jean-Pierre smiled at Vincent and very discreetly gave Vincent’s hand a warm squeeze. Vincent was surprised his husband didn’t try anything funny on him, such as kissing his cheek, or hand, but he was also glad. He thought that this was all there was to Jean-Pierre’s little game, but his partner removed his own ring and put it in Vincent’s palm just as the bride got ready to say her own vows.
Vincent wasn’t sure if he wanted to do this and Jean-Pierre patiently waited. He gulped nervously and looked at the familiar wedding band he was holding between his fingers. He then took a deep breath and mouthed the other part of the vows, as he looked his lover in the eyes.
He slipped the ring on Jean-Pierre’s finger and they exchanged a small, warm smile as the bride and groom kissed and their guests applauded, impervious to the other small exchange that happened, a few seats behind, or in front of them.
Once they exited the church, Vincent reached for Jean-Pierre’s hand and allowed him to link their fingers together. There were some people who threw them funny looks, but Vincent could care less at the moment. He was happy.
They walked back to the car, in silence, and when they were both seated, just before Jean-Pierre buckled in and started the car, Vincent placed both hands on the side of his face, so as to pull Jean-Pierre close, and kissed him deeply.
Jean-Pierre was a little startled by the seemingly out of the blue gesture, but once he got over it, he put his arms around Vincent’s body and kissed him back.
“You… you wonderful, wonderful man… there really is just you to come with things like these. God, I love you Jean-Pierre Tremblay. Never forget that.” Vincent told him, when they pulled apart. Jean-Pierre felt his heart swell with joy at those words and when he saw Vincent’s smile that could rival any smile he had seen before.
“Tant mieux. J’avais peur que t’embarques pas, pis qu’mon plan fouare.”/ “Good then. I was afraid that you wouldn’t go on and that my plan would fail.” His lover admitted, as he chuckled and caressed his cheek.
“Well, I almost didn’t. You surprised me. It was a good surprise. Just unexpected.” Vincent hugged him close and kissed him again. “So, do I get a honeymoon out of this sort of impromptu second wedding?” He joked. Jean-Pierre looked a little sheepish and Vincent could only start to imagine what he had planned.
“Ben, pas vraiment une lune de miel élaborée, comme celle qu’on a déjà eu, mais j’y avais pensé…”/ “Well, not a super elaborate honeymoon like the one we had, but I had thought of it…”
“Jean! I was only kidding!”
“Je sais, je sais… calme toi; j’avais pensé, par contre qu’on pourrait s’faire un p’tit weekend au chalet, à deux… les voisins pourraient garder Monsieur pis Duchesse et on pourrait partir, pour quatre jours… genre, la fin de semaine prochaine.”/ “I know, I know… calm down; I had, however thought that we could go up North, for the weekend… the neighbours could watch Monsieur and Duchesse and we could leave for four days, like next weekend, or something.” Vincent looked at him and couldn’t help but smile, despite everything.
“Tu penses vraiment à tout, toi, pour des trucs du genre, han?”/ “You really think of everything when it comes to these things, don’t you?” He laughed and nuzzled his nose.
“Ça m’arrive des fois.”/ “It happens, sometimes.” Jean-Pierre replied, honestly.
“Well, I think it’s a wonderful plan and I look forward to our little weekend, my darling, wonderful, romantic husband. Now, I say you drive us home so that we could spend some time together, before going to the supper. I think I’d like my wedding night now.” He pecked Jean-Pierre’s cheek and strapped in, before Jean-Pierre agreed and started the car. He couldn’t help but smile, all the way home, as he held on to his husband’s hand.
OWARI 104
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: January 2nd 2012, 11:48pm
Finished writing: January 3rd 2012, 12:52am
Started typing: February 19th 2012, 7:27pm
Finished typing: February 19th 2012, 8:35pm