Summary:
Just a OneShot collection around our favourite Boy Love couples and the topic of marriage.
Chapter 1: Pick/Rome (Puppy Honey)
Chapter 2: Korn/Knock (Bad Romance, Together With Me)
Couple:
Pick/Rome (Puppy Honey; Off/Gun)
Word Count:
5823
Language:
English
Status:
Ongoing
On A Rainy Day
I yawned as I slowly made my way down to the kitchen. It was still reasonably early and Pick was still in bed sleeping. As always he came back way too late yesterday and even though it was a Friday night, it was nothing unusual at all. Pick really worked hard.
I know, its hard to believe, that my happy go lucky type of a boyfriend worked this much. Everyone who knew Pick from university would be absolutely gobsmacked that he actually turned onto a workaholic. During his uni days he was famous for a lot of things, but working hard was definitely not on the list of things coming to mind when talking about this gorgeous fool.
Still being a bit sleepy myself I started preparing our breakfast. I knew the only thing that could tempt Pick to leave the warm cocoon of our bed would be the smell of some fried eggs, no question about that. He was quiet predictable once you got to know him. There were a couple of things that would never fail: fried eggs in the morning, a good football game on telly and, if I might say so myself, my voice when I wanted something from him. I knew exactly which kind of tone to use if I really wanted him to do something. And believe me, it never failed.
I was just starting to make coffee (Hey, I am a barrista after all. Making coffee is an art form. Thank you very much.), when I heard two naked feet making their way down our wooden stairs. I could here Pick’s yawn in the kitchen which was followed by a messy head of black hair and a very scrunchy looking face. He was still so tired and my heart began to ache for this big fool. I knew that he was working so hard because he wanted to ensure we had the best future possible. But this idiot just didn’t seem to understand, that I didn’t need a lot in my life as long as I had him by my side.
“Morning, gorgeous. How did you sleep?”
Pick let himself fall onto one of the kitchen chairs and tried to stiffle another yawn.
“Quiet good, but not long enough…” He lazily scratched his back and started to stretch some of his muscles. I stopped what I was doing and enjoyed the view for a second. Yap, he is still the most beautiful man I have ever seen. There is no question about that, I smiled to myself. Only god knows how I got this lucky.
“Ey, stop this, Pervy McPervyson. I didn’t have breakfast yet and you are already oogling me up like a pork roast.” Pick’s words brought me back from my soft train of thoughts and it made me laugh in an instant. Who ever said romance was dead? Well, that person might have met my boyfriend. He was a lot but romantic was not in the cards AT ALL.
“Well, maybe I want you as my breakfast?” I wiggled my eyebrows and gave him my trademark smile. I knew that I would get away with bloody murder thanks to this gorgeous smile of mine. Pick shook his head.
“I am no food, Mister and now please get me my eggs. I am staaaaaaarving.” He dramatically started flailing his arms around and looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes. And again: this was something that never failed on me: Him looking like a kicked puppy would allow him to get away with anything as well. Well, we are quiet perfect for each other. We can manipulate each other to our heart’s content if we really wanted to. It made our relationship quiet fun.
We both ate in silence. Pick, because he was busy stuffing his face with eggs and me, because I was busy looking at him in all his glory. I am not sure why it took me a while back then to see that this man was perfect for me. I mean I picked it up a lot quicker then this big oaf but again, quick thinking in the emotional department was not his strong suit.
But I have to admit that what he lacked in speed, he absolutely made up in loyalty. Ever since he almost yelled his confession at me after the whole Din disaster, he never made me doubt his sincerity or love just once.
He was always fiercely protective of me and I knew that this was not about him being jealous or anything. I mean, yes, he could get incredible jealous, but that was always more about his own insecurities then anything else. What I mean is, that he just couldn’t bear the thought of anything bad happing to me. I knew how important I was in his life. I knew that I was something special and dare I say: I was the love of his life.
But that was just right, because he was the love of my life too.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” A pot holder flew into my face. “What do you wanna do today? I actually have the day off.” I looked at him with wide eyes.
“You have a Saturday off? Why? Did hell freeze over? Are you sick? Am I dying?” Pick rolled his eyes.
“Very funny. Nothing like that, but they are doing some repair work at the clinic today, so we can’t use our rooms today. Also Earth might or might not have threatened me with a month of cat bathing if I not spend some “quality time”” he made some air quotes “ with my amazing boyfriend.” Again he rolled his eyes. “I swear, even though she is my colleague, for some weird reason she likes you more then me.” I gave him a smirk and got up to clean the table.
And I also made a mental note to thank Earth for her threats. It was funny, but ever since Pick’s colleagues knew about our relationship I somehow became part of the family that this vet clinic was. Earth and Tim always invited me to go for lunch with them or included me in all the activities the company was planning outside of office hours.
In the beginning I was a bit nervous how Pick would react. I know he is not big on public displays of affection and he is still not very show and tell about our relationship even after all these years and us actually living together like a married couple for over two years. At first I really got upset about it as I assumed it was about my being a guy and him being uncomfortable with people thinking about him as gay.
But after an explosive fight which actually led to me staying over at Emma’s for almost a week, Porsch had a long conversation with me. It was almost embarrassing that I needed to hear things from my boyfriend’s best friend for the penny to finally drop, but it is, what it is. I finally understood that it’s just part of Pick’s personality. He doesn’t like to look vulnerable in front of other people.
That’s where his manic clown personality mixed with a grumpy old man came from. He was just fiercely protective of his own world, feelings and vulnerability included. And as Porsch stated so nicely: I was his biggest vulnerability. It had nothing to do with my gender, but all with me.
Pick just really had trouble marrying his normal behaviour towards me when we were in private (which is nothing short of absolutely lovely and amazing, even though he is still a pain in my backside.. (Hey, nothing like that. Get your mind out of the gutter…Thanks…)) with the type of guy he was on the outside for all the other people to see.
And once I understood all this, it just made me love him so much more. I knew that I have changed him. And it actually touched my heart that he was willing to try to change some of his longest standing habits to incorporate me into his life. And that he did. I was known to all his friends, work mates and his family as his boyfriend. And yes, he lost a couple friends over us, but while I really fretted about it, he was just all matter of fact. “They don’t like us being together? Well, they can fuck off then…” Again I fell even more in love with my none nonsense boyfriend.
I closed my eyes with a dreamy smile on my lips. Yes, I had an amazing boyfr…. Suddenly another pot holder came flying.
“What’s wrong with you today? You look like a constipated cow.” And gone were any gentle feelings and I couldn’t help my instinct to roll my eyes at this impossible man.
“What do you want?” I crooked my head, folded my arms and looked directly at him. “You have my full attention now.” I sighed over dramatically.
“I asked you like an eternity ago, what you wanna do today. Wanna go shopping? Go laser quest? Meet with Emma and Porsch? I am all yours today.” He smirked and wiggled with on of his eyebrows.
“All mine?” I mirrored his smirk.
“Yup.” He grin just got bigger.
“Well, in that case…” My smile turned into something more devious. “We could maybe go to IKEA and get…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before I could hear a loud groan from Pick, while he hit his two hands in front of his face. I snickered lightly… I knew that this would be his reaction. But we really needed to get some things for the guest room and…
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him again. The circles under his eyes were still very dark and prominent. They were practically engraved into his gorgeous face these days… I saw the fine frowning lines on his forehead and also the two band aids on his hands that he got, without doubt, while doing something stupid at work…
“Yes, yes, yes. I know I said whatever you want. Let me just have a quick shower and maybe some shots of hard liquor and I am ready to…” He was just getting off his chair when I stopped him in his tracks with a quick peck on his lips. He looked at me with a tiny frown.
“What was that for? Going to IKEA actually deserves a bit more then just a peck, don’t you think?”
“Well, I think I am just changing my mind…” I looked at him with a soft smile, before quickly turning around busying myself with cleaning up the kitchen.
“Why? You love IKEA!” He asked slightly confused over my 180 turn.
“Hm, it’s raining cats and dogs outside and everything is grey. I really don’t fancy leaving the house today. We could just stay in, order some food and watch crap on telly, if it’s all the same to you.” I felt two warm hands sneak around my waist before his chin laid onto my shoulder.
“Well, I think I like this idea… I like it a lot.” He kissed me slowly onto my cheek and I could feel my stomach making a little sommersault. It amazed me that he still had this affect an me. Even after all these years.
I turned around in his embrace and made a point of wiping away the remains of his kiss.
“But first of all you are going to have long soak in the tub. You stink and it’s high time that you did some maintenance work on your body, Mister. I am sure you could climb a tree with those toenails of yours.” He looked sheepishly at me. He knew I was right. But part of the whole workaholic problem was, that he never had enough time for anything. Not me, us or even himself.
“Now go and clean yourself up. I fell in love with a gorgeous university student, not a hobo.” I gave him a little shove and his answer was just a couple of groans, but he complied nevertheless to my request.
I stood for a couple more minutes just there contemplating my own 180 turn. Yes, we needed to do quiet a few things regarding the house, but all this could be done later. One look at my exhausted boyfriend and I knew what he needed. A day of rest. A day for himself and yes, for us. No other people. Just hanging around and doing shit all.
After I had finished cleaning up the kitchen, I pottered around the house for a bit longer. I got some warm blankets out and even connected the Playstation to our telly in the bedroom. I put some more beers into the fridge and even got his favourite snacks out. I was hell bend on spoiling Pick today. He deserved it. And I would make sure that he would get the most out of this day even if it would kill me….
It was around half past eight in the evening when we finally had enough of the Playstation and switched over to some silly show on telly. Our pizza had just arrived and I was busy making long cheese strings with the melted goo on my pizza when I felt his eyes on me. I took one of the pillows and threw it into his face.
“Less staring, more eating…” I said with my mouth full of pizza. I heard his laugh which sounded so relaxed and free, that it made my heart sing.
It really had been a great day. We just spent it together. Playing random games, eating and drinking and just share some time with each other. It was not romantic and other then a quick peck here and there, there was not really anything sexual going on. It was just comfortable being with him and I was more then okay with it. There was always time for something else later, but right now, I was just happy being able to spent time with him. He really was not just my boyfriend, but he was my best friend as well.
I was still in deep thought, munching on my pizza when I suddenly felt Pick’s present next to my head. I could feel his breath on my ear when he said: “Rome, marry me…” And with that I choked on the piece of pizza I just tried to swallow and started a coughing fit deluxe.
It took me a moment to gather my breath and my thoughts before I stared at him like an idiot.
“What?” I must have misheard. There was not chance in hell, he just said that. But he turned me around, so that I now faced him fully and said it again.
“Marry me…” I was sure it was a joke, but the sincerity in his eyes told me something different. I surely must be going insane. I made a face and really tried hard to get a grasp on the situation again. But Pick just sat there. Patiently and without any worry in the world, it seemed. What the fuck is going on?
“Marry me, Rome…” And there he said it for a third time. This was enough for my brain to finally be at least able to comprehend something.
“Marry? You?” I still looked at him like an absolute moron.
“Oh finally, it speaks.” Pick’s lips still smiled a gorgeous smile and his patience made me almost go crazy. What the fuck?
“Marrying? You and me?”
“Yup.”
“What? I mean, how… What?… When? Why?” It seemed my brain was still not really at working capacity. I heard a soft chuckle from Pick but I still couldn’t comprehend the words that were just said. I mean, I was sitting here in Pick’s old boxer shorts, an oversized sleeping shirt and my hair was a mess. I had pizza cheese stains on my shirt and everywhere around us were empty beer cans and sweet wrappers. Who in their right mind would think that’s the right moment to propose?
And then it suddenly hit me. Who in their right mind, indeed… My boyfriend. That’s who…
Suddenly my breathing calmed down again and the fog in my brain seemed to clear away.
I looked again at Pick, my adorable, idiotic and extremely unromantic boyfriend. My boyfriend who did nothing by the rulebook and who I loved so much for exactly that. And I knew what my answer would be.
“Yes…”
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