"Look, even if I say yes and we get married, what happens when you suddenly want out of the marriage? It's not as easy as us just breaking up as boyfriends, we'd have to get a divorce and all that."ĭec holds Ant's face between his hands and looks him in the eyes. "So what? I really don't see why we can't get married." Our relationship is still at its infancy." "Dec, I don't want us jumping into marriage so quickly. "We've known each other for almost all our lives. "It's a bit too soon for us to be getting married." "We've only been dating for a month, Dec." Breathlessly, Dec says, "Marry me."Īnt pulls away and chuckles. He pulls away from the kiss and presses their foreheads together. ![]() "God, you're so perfect." Dec grabs Ant's face and smashes his lips onto Ant's. "But in all seriousness, Ant, thanks.you really take good care of us." "The sex is still better, but your cooking is definitely almost as great as it."ĭec moves closer to Ant and looks on lovingly at him. ![]() "Oh, I'm kidding!" He takes Ant's hand again. "Better than the sex from last night."Īnt playfully tears his hand away from Dec's. "That was a great breakfast," Dec comments as he entwines his hand with Ant's. The tray was set on the floor and the lads sat in bed, backs to the headboard. Breakfast was devoured, waters chugged along with an aspirin each. "Oh, cheers, pal." Dec sits up in bed and leans over the tray to give Ant a kiss on the lips before digging into the food.īetween two, hungover hungry lads, the food did not stand a chance. It'll hopefully help us with our hangovers." "Morning, sunshine," Ant says sweetly as he sets the breakfast tray next to Dec on the bed. They'll be definitely needing the latter.Īs he entered his bedroom, his last night's companion stirred in bed and blearily looked at him. Once he was done, he loaded up the food onto a tray along with two water bottles and bottle of aspirin. So he decides at that moment he'll try to help the smaller man cope with his hangover.Īnd that's how he ends up in the kitchen - so early in the morning - cooking breakfast and loathing himself for it. For such a tiny man, he can really drink.Īnd judging by how Ant is feeling, he can guess that Dec will be feeling a lot worse once he wakes up. If memory serves Ant right, he remembers Dec downing much more than him. This fucker probably has a worse hangover than me. He spots Dec smile contentedly in his sleep. He carefully leans over and presses a light peck on Dec's forehead. ![]() That thought might been a tad bit overdramatic. His head felt like it would split in half if he blinks one more time, but his asshole of a body commands his eyelids to close and open again.ĭeath seems to be a better alternative than having to try and get over this hangover.Ī quiet snore next to him pulls him out of his deep, dark thoughts.ĭespite his pounding headache, he turns his head to reward himself with the sight of his gorgeous boyfriend of one month. The wonderful taste of wine was gone from his tongue and only its bitter taste was left. ![]() Saturday mornings are meant for sleeping in, waking up, preferably, after noon.īut here was Ant, wide awake at 6 in the fucking morning. No human should be awake at 6 in the morning on a Saturday, might he add.
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