made, and stepped out of the limousine.
Fabian was blinded by camera flashes and deafened by
screaming women.
He looked around to see who the hell was showing up to
cause such a reaction but it was simply Braxton Todd—the
bachelor who went for thousands at charity auctions.
Braxton clutched Fabian, without a doubt showing they were
together, but in Fabian’s mind he had no idea if the fans and
paparazzi assumed it was Braxton’s latest one-nighter.
When someone with a microphone, sporting a television logo
on it, yelled, “Mr Todd! Who’s the guy with you?”
Braxton answered, “My fiancé!” He gave Fabian a wicked
look and put his arm around him.
“Fiancé? Has the unattainable Braxton Todd finally met Mr
Right?” the reporter asked.
“Yes! Now leave me alone!”
Fabian blinked in shock as the crowd went insane, and more
camera flashes blinded him.
Once they were inside the theater lobby, Fabian felt as if he
could breathe.
Braxton spun around, got on one knee and held Fabian’s hand
in both of his. “Marry me?”
“Huh?” Fabian noticed everyone around them stop and gawk.
“Marry me!” Braxton repeated louder, tears in his eyes.
Fabian fought with the thoughts in his head. One week?
Drunk? Will fully regret the offer in the morning?
“The coaster!” Braxton said, appearing to plead. “I promise.
Fabian, I promise.”
“Yes! You crazy fucker! But it’s going to be a long
engagement!” Fabian gasped as Braxton bolted up like a rocket,
lunged at him to kiss him, holding him so tightly he could barely
breathe.
Marry Braxton Todd?
Yeah, why not? Life will never be dull.
Braxton groaned sensually and pressed his forehead against
Fabian’s. “You’re the one. You are the one.” Tears rolled down
Braxton’s cheeks.
Fabian laughed but was so stunned he didn’t know what to
say or do. Braxton held his hand and they trotted into the theater
before anyone could ask any questions, getting preferential
treatment for the premiere viewing of the new film.
Fabian sat beside Braxton on the cushioned seat and asked,
“You mean it?”
“Every word.”
“You drunk?
“Not that drunk.”
Braxton cupped the back of Fabian’s hair and kissed him. A
chorus of cheers and whistles went up around them as it was
spied.
Marry you? Oh, yes. I will. Fabian grinned at his lover
wickedly. He waited until Braxton was distracted by the man
seated on the opposite side of him, then texted Naomi,
‘ Congratulate me. I just got a proposal.’
‘ Squeeeee! ’ was sent back and she added, ‘ I knew it! find me! ’
‘I’ll try, but man, it’s crazy in here.’
‘ congrats, Fabe- he better know what he’s getting! ’
‘ yeah, he does.’
Braxton looked back at him, and then the phone. “You
okay?”
“Sharing the news with Naomi.”
Braxton smiled warmly at him. “If she’s in the theater, we’ll
make sure we find her.”
“Good.” Fabian stretched over the back of the seat, but the
place was so crowded, he didn’t even try to find her, even with
text direction. All that mattered was he was happy.
Chapter 17
Sunday morning Braxton struggled to open his eyes.
“Ow.” He rubbed his aching head and squinted at the light
coming into the bedroom. “Fuck.” He tried to recall last night.
Oh yeah. The premiere.
The movie was so good, he’d actually sat through it. That was
unusual. Then of course came more drinks and food after.
Though he was tired, Braxton was coaxed to come and celebrate
such a fabulous start to the film’s long line of openings
internationally.
But…he was dying now. He slowly moved his feet to the
floor and held his head as he sat upright. Managing to get
vertical, he walked over piles of black and white formalwear to
the kitchen, opened a cabinet and shook three ibuprofens into his
hand. With bottled water, he swallowed them down, guzzling the
water to stem the dehydration. Once the water bottle was empty,
Braxton tossed it into the sink, scuffed his heels to the bathroom
and relieved himself, trying not to peek at his reflection. Hung
over. Hated it.
After peeing, he splashed his face and brushed his teeth.
Then, exhausted, he made his way back to bed. He bumped into
a naked man in the hall.
“Damn.” Fabian rubbed his face and asked, “Aspirins?”
It took Braxton a second to decide why Fabian was here, then
he remembered. Because he’s supposed to be.
Leading the way back to the kitchen, Braxton handed him a
pill bottle, mumbled, “Water is in the fridge,” and managed to
get back to the bedroom. He made sure the blinds were shut and
pulled the curtain over the window, darkening the room.
Lying down, nestling under the cozy blankets, he watched
Fabian walk by the bedroom to the bathroom and heard the door
close.
As the recollection of last night really hit, Braxton
remembered proposing to Fabian. “Oh no.” He cringed and
scrubbed his head through his hair in agony. Peeking at the
clock, which read nearing eleven, Braxton noticed something
else on his nightstand beside his and Fabian’s phones. He picked
it up and read, ‘ I, Fabian Rhys, will not leave Braxton Todd, no matter what happens between us.’
No matter what?
Braxton held the coaster to his chest. He heard the toilet
flush, the water run, and then spotted Fabian returning, looking
as crappy as he felt. Fabian dropped beside him on the bed and
moaned. “How can you live like this? I’m going to die.”
Braxton smiled, even through his headache. “I hate it. Are
you kidding? It sucks.” He rolled over and stared at Fabian’s
profile. “Do you remember last night?”
“Yeah. Look…you were drunk. I get it.”
Braxton put the coaster on Fabian’s chest. “Will you add to
this vow that it includes love as well?”
Fabian instantly met his eyes. “Huh?”
Braxton tapped the coaster. “I wasn’t so drunk I didn’t know
what I was doing.”
“You…you really want to marry me?” Fabian picked up the
coaster and stared at it.
“Only if you say yes.” Braxton wished his headache would go
away. Now.
“I did. Didn’t I?” Fabian rolled over to face Braxton, the
coaster in his hand.
“You said we had to have a long engagement. I took that as a
maybe.” Braxton yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“I just think it’s better if we try it out.”
“Live together?”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
“I like you here.” Braxton shifted closer so their legs touched.
“But I’m warning you, I’m horrible to live with.”
“Well, I want to see how horrible, and if you’re ju
st not being
hard on yourself again. I’m pretty anal about stuff as well.”
“Mm. Anal.” Braxton went for a touch of Fabian’s crotch but
his head was still pounding so he didn’t know if he could get into
anything hot and heavy until the meds kicked in.
Fabian flapped the coaster at him. “And yes. I don’t mind
adding in love as well.”
“Don’t hit me. I’m in agony.”
Fabian reached across Braxton and put the coaster down on
the nightstand, cuddling him to his chest. “That’s why I hate
booze.”
“Me too. Christ, I feel rough.” Braxton rested on Fabian’s
chest and closed his eyes.
Fabian kissed his hair. “Me too. Let’s sleep a little more and
hope the ibuprofen kicks in.”
“Deal.” Braxton nestled in and let out a low exhale. Stay with
me. Never leave me.
~
Fabian stirred from a light sleep. He felt better, his head
didn’t throb anymore. He knew it was lazy to sleep so late, but
they hadn’t gotten back to the condo until nearly two a.m.
And once Braxton had proposed? Yeah, Fabian drank too
much champagne.
Did he think it was a true marriage proposal? No. But now?
After this morning and Braxton recalling doing it? Yes.
They were out of their minds. It was certainly possible if…if
Fabian moved in…
He looked around the spacious luxury condo.
They may not make it. But, life was about taking chances and
gambling. And no one had asked him that question before. No
one.
‘ Marry me.’
It was a first marriage proposal in thirty-five years.
He couldn’t do any better than Braxton Todd. Fabian knew
that. The man was everything, and meant everything to him.
Turning to look in his direction, Fabian admired Braxton’s
spectacular looks. His shaggy mane, sensually messy, his jaw
dark with his thick new beard growth, and his lips full and rose
colored.
The painkillers working their magic, Fabian hoped Braxton
felt better too. He went for Braxton’s hip under the covers and
inched his way to Braxton’s cock. It was semi-erect and warm
from his wonderful body heat. Fabian made his way under the
blanket and engulfed Braxton’s cock, holding it in his mouth.
A moan of pleasure preceded Braxton dropping to his back
and a touch on Fabian’s head through the sheet.
Understanding Braxton well by now, Fabian kept sucking,
because this man said and did as he pleased, and if he did not
want a blowjob, Fabian would already know.
Braxton Todd wanted his dick sucked.
With encouraging noises and touches, Braxton communicated
to Fabian to enjoy. The blanket was lowered, so Fabian held
Braxton’s cock at the base and peeked at him. Braxton’s eyes
were that delightful combination of gold and green at the
moment.
“Headache gone?” Fabian asked, pressing his lips to the head
of Braxton’s cock.
“Yeah, but I have another kind of ache, in a different head.”
At that wicked smirk, Fabian drew as much of Braxton’s cock
into his mouth as he could, humming in pleasure and getting
cozy on the bed so he could enjoy it as much as Braxton.
While Fabian grew hard himself, he wanted sex, not just oral
sex. So with intentions of sitting on his man’s length, Fabian
sucked him just to get Braxton as hard and excited as he could.
Fabian tasted pre-cum. He knelt up and panted, catching his
breath as he pulled on his own length.
Braxton, reading his mind easily, reached into the nightstand
and tossed Fabian the lube while he rolled on a condom.
Fabian waited until Braxton’s cock was sheathed, then he
used the slippery gel on it. Once he got Braxton good and slick,
he wiped the residue on his own cock, so when he jacked off
during sex, it was better.
Straddling Braxton’s hips, Fabian pointed his dick towards
his ass and sank down on it.
Braxton held Fabian’s waist, allowing him to go at his own
pace. Fabian worked his way down, seated on Braxton and
feeling his entire length inside him. “Braxton…wow.”
Braxton reached for Fabian’s cock and drew his palms over
it, making it throb. Once his body had relaxed, Fabian began
bouncing up and down on Braxton, thrilled Braxton was
touching him, having assumed he’d have to do it himself.
~
Braxton stared at Fabian’s body as he appeared to pleasure
himself internally using his cock. The sex didn’t get worse after
the first time, as he assumed it would do—it became amazing.
What had Braxton been so afraid of?
Everything!
Not now.
He joined Fabian in his sexual dance, meeting each of
Fabian’s downward thrusts with an upward one of his own.
Fabian’s eyes closed and his sexual vocalizations were glorious
to Braxton’s ears. As if Braxton had indeed hit Fabian’s inner
sweet spot, Fabian’s cock thickened in his palms and Braxton
watched as Fabian’s expression contorted to pure lustful
pleasure.
When Fabian came, his cum spattered Braxton’s chest and
hands. Braxton didn’t even wait until Fabian’s climax subsided.
He quickly moved Fabian, still connected, to lie on the bed on
his side, and Braxton fucked him, leaning up on one elbow
staring at the connection between them, loving it. Yes, loving it.
“Oh, fuck…” Braxton came and drove in deeply, shuddering
as his groin swirled with intensity and his cock throbbed inside
his hot lover.
“God…Braxton…” Fabian drooped limply to the bed. “Sex
with you is a religious experience.”
you. I wasn’t just saying that last night because I was drunk.”
The sparkle of adoration shone in Fabian’s eyes. Braxton
smiled back, hoping he was communicating the same affection.
“Marry me?”
“Oh hell yeah.”
Braxton grabbed Fabian and pulled him into a violent
embrace, holding him so tight he knew it was painful for Fabian
and pushing his face into Fabian’s neck to hide his tears.
Chapter 18
Monday morning, Braxton had finished his workout with Tyson,
showered, and dressed in his business suit. Feeling invigorated
and happy—for the first time…in his life?—Braxton held his
gym bag in his hand and checked his phone as he walked to the
exit of the spa.
“Braxton?”
He spun around just before he made a call, putting an
earpiece into his ear so he could work hands free as he drove to
the office. “Ms Steinman?” Braxton was surprised to see
Virginia there, but then recalled Tyson mentioning he was dating
her brother Howard.
“Hey! Don’t you look hawt!” She hugged him and he
received it stiffly, not hugging back.
“I’m on my way to work. Sorry.”
“No problem. I just wanted you to meet my…err…straight
&
nbsp; friend, Max.”
Braxton just noticed a young man in his early twenties, built
like an Adonis, gorgeous as one as well, giving him a shy smile.
Oh dear.
“I told him all about you, Braxton!” Virginia whacked
Braxton’s arm as if they had been buddies for ages. She leaned
closer and whispered, “Totally bi-curious. Wants the first time to
be with an experienced older man.”
Oh dear, oh dear. Braxton gave the spectacular young male a once over.
“Hi.” Max shifted his weight nervously, his tank top showing
off
a
nipple,
his
tight,
small
white
gym
shorts
showing…everything.
“Uh…” Braxton pointed to the exit.
“So?” Virginia grinned devilishly. “When can I set you boys
up for some, man on man fun?” Again she whispered quietly,
“No strings attached, he has a girlfriend.”
Shoot me now!
Braxton salivated at the thought. “Well, I…”
“I can give Max your phone number. Ya know? So you two
can arrange something…private.” Virginia winked and hugged a
very nervous-looking Max.
“I…well…” Braxton licked his lips at the muscular young
thing, who appeared eager for a taste of forbidden fruit.
“He’s a boy who loves boys who love boys.” She giggled.
“Or should I say men who love men. Something like that.” She
looked back at Max. “Isn’t he a doll? Captain of his lacrosse
team in college. Honor roll. He’s the best.”
Max blushed deep crimson and Braxton could see his erection
engorge even more.
“I…well…” Braxton ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t.
I’m engaged.”
Virginia’s jaw dropped dramatically. “To a guy or girl?”
“A guy. Though a week ago I would have jumped at the
chance…” Braxton bit his lower lip and eyed Max-the
magnificent. “Now? I’m spoken for. Good luck to you, Max. I
know you’ll find a man who can’t say no.” Braxton spun on his
heels towards the door.
“I thought you were that man!” Virginia called after him.
“You sure?”
“Sure.” Braxton didn’t turn around and tapped his phone to
dial as he left the spa and headed to his car.
“Hey, lover.”
“Hey, Fabian.” Braxton grinned as he tossed his gym bag in
the trunk of his car and sat behind the wheel. “I’m on my way.”