You and Me. [Marton/Will]
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Marton managed to get the door open without help, despite his arms being full and the load somewhat unstable. With a sigh of relief he deposited his burden on the bed and then went into the bathroom to shower and get the silly string out of his hair.
Coming back out some fifteen minutes later, his flesh still slightly damp and rubbing at his hair with a hand towel, he padded across and closed the bedroom door, muffling the sound of happy, excited voices still coming from the living room. Wearing only a pair of burgundy silk sleep pants, he wandered back across to the bed to tidy up and to go through his birthday presents once again.
It'd been ages since he'd last enjoyed a birthday so much and he suspected that he'd enjoyed this one so much more because he was happy to start with. In previous years he'd really not had all that much to celebrate, now had he?
He picked up the first of the items and opened the box, a wry smile on his face when his eyes lit on the first set of cufflinks from Angel. They were 'silly', sure, but he liked them. In fact, he had a bit of a thing for silly cufflinks and tie clips, it was his own personal minor rebellion and he had hundreds of pairs. It was a collection that'd started by accident years ago when Craig had given him a set displaying the peace sign and striped with rainbow colors. During a walkabout, one of his subjects had commented on them within the hearing of a member of the press and suddenly he'd been inundated with the weird, wonderful and wacky items, many of which he still had and still wore. He wondered if Angel had noticed his penchant for the bizarre or if she'd chosen them at random.
Picking them up, he put them aside to go with the others, the 'nice' ones, which were just gorgeous, would go very well with his formal suit and could go in the small drawer.
Next, he opened the envelope from Jared and took out the promissory note to put in the slider of his wallet. He'd damned well use it, too, he thought with a grin, the sports car could use a tune-up.
Under that was Christian and Johnny's present and he set those things aside to go into his wardrobe, lifting the underwear and turning them over to the back, shaking his head as he read the, 'Royal Pain in the Ass' embroidered neatly across the rear and wondering if he shouldn't perhaps have carried through with his threat to make his eldest son wear them on his head for a while.
He swiftly moved through sorting the rest of the presents, getting conscious of the time and knowing Will would be finished his game with Christian soon and would be coming in. The last present was the photo album from Anna and Craig and he sat back down on the bed and flipped though it again, smiling at some of the shots, feeling it turn bittersweet when he looked again at the one on the front.
He laid it on the nightstand and opened the drawer beneath to retrieve the present he'd promised Will. Sitting the package on the bed, he made a quick com call and then put the unit on its stand so he'd be able to see the notifier when it blinked its message in response.
With his lover's birthday being the day before his own, he'd decided to wait, he'd told him, until today when they were alone and he'd ignored Will's pout, knowing full well that he didn't mind. He'd had a quick chat with Gwyn and talked at length with Catherine afterward and, all in all, it'd been a great day.
The bedroom door opened just as he slid Will's present into his pocket and he turned around, pulling one leg up beneath him. "Hey." He greeted. "Who won?"
"Who do you think?" Will padded across the room to his side and bent down for a kiss before going about the business of getting ready for bed. "Your son is the world's worst pool shark. I cleaned up."
They chatted while Will got undressed and into his sleep pants, the dark green silk slithering up over his hips and his fingers busy with the ties. Marton patted the bed next to him and Will came and sat down, running a finger over the cover of the photo album.
"Some good memories in there." He commented. "And space for new ones."
"Yeah. I like that. The extra pages. I'll be able to fill them soon."
Will rolled his eyes, having heard stories about Marton and his obsession with baby photos. "Poor kid."
Marton laughed.
"You know," He began, his tone softening as he picked up Will's hand and held it in his own. "I'm the sort of person who thinks through every decision that he makes, and whether I make up my mind quickly or not, by the time I'm done I'm always certain?"
"Yeah?" Will's voice had changed in response to the shift in mood and the two of them were talking almost in an undertone, an intimate whisper.
"And you know I'm not the sort to say 'I love you' all the time." He shrugged. "I'm not . . . good at remembering to do it?"
Will squeezed his hand. "You don't have to." He said. "I know. You don't have to say it."
Marton smiled, a little crookedly as his mouth was dry. "I could," he told him. "make flowery speeches and wax lyrical about you. But I'd rather show it and have you know how much you mean to me that way." Leaning close, he pressed his mouth to Will's and squeezed his hand in return.
He reached into his pocket and closed his fingers around the package there, flipping it silently open as he slid off the bed and onto one knee. Will looked at him in momentary confusion and then his eyes widened as Marton pulled out the ring box and held it up.
"Make it a happy birthday for both of us and marry me?"
Marton saw Will's throat working, could even see in his eyes how he was fighting the nasty little voice in his head that wanted to voice his disbelief and question his worth. He waited, giving Will all the time he needed and was eventually rewarded.
There was the tiniest of nods and a then a simple, "Yes."
"Love you." Marton smiled and slid the ring onto Will's finger, rising up until he could sit beside him again and kiss him til they were both senseless.
"Love you, too." Will said softly. "Will always love you." Then he smiled at his own inadvertent pun before his face sobered and he looked down at the ring. "We don't want to steal Christian and Caeline's thunder you know." He said. "We should wait before we say anything. Maybe I should wear this round my neck or something?"
Marton shook his head, seeing the tiny red dot of light out of the corner of his eye. "No." he told him. "Unless you want some big, fancy do with blessings from every religious leader in the land and press and photos and all the hoo-ha, I see no reason to wait at all." He knew damned well what Will would say, even before his lover opened his mouth.
"Uh-uh. No thanks." Will looked at him sideways, catching the inflection and becoming a little suspicious. "What do you mean 'at all'?" he wanted to know.
"You need time?" Marton tipped his head to one side, not bothering to hide the fact that he was teasing. "You want to make announcements, get engaged, have parties, all that stuff?"
Will gave him a filthy look and he laughed, softening his tone of voice to intimacy again as he went on.
"Or is this just about you and me?" he whispered, leaning in close. "Something for us that has nothing to do with the rest of the world?"
Will pressed in even closer, whispered against his ear. "You and me." He said. "It's always been about you and me, no one else."
Marton nodded, kissed him soundly and then stood up, raising his voice.
"Gentlemen?"
And the door opened.
He looked down at Will, whose hand he still held, and drew him to his feet.
"C'mon lover." He urged with a grin. "Let's elope."
Marton managed to get the door open without help, despite his arms being full and the load somewhat unstable. With a sigh of relief he deposited his burden on the bed and then went into the bathroom to shower and get the silly string out of his hair.
Coming back out some fifteen minutes later, his flesh still slightly damp and rubbing at his hair with a hand towel, he padded across and closed the bedroom door, muffling the sound of happy, excited voices still coming from the living room. Wearing only a pair of burgundy silk sleep pants, he wandered back across to the bed to tidy up and to go through his birthday presents once again.
It'd been ages since he'd last enjoyed a birthday so much and he suspected that he'd enjoyed this one so much more because he was happy to start with. In previous years he'd really not had all that much to celebrate, now had he?
He picked up the first of the items and opened the box, a wry smile on his face when his eyes lit on the first set of cufflinks from Angel. They were 'silly', sure, but he liked them. In fact, he had a bit of a thing for silly cufflinks and tie clips, it was his own personal minor rebellion and he had hundreds of pairs. It was a collection that'd started by accident years ago when Craig had given him a set displaying the peace sign and striped with rainbow colors. During a walkabout, one of his subjects had commented on them within the hearing of a member of the press and suddenly he'd been inundated with the weird, wonderful and wacky items, many of which he still had and still wore. He wondered if Angel had noticed his penchant for the bizarre or if she'd chosen them at random.
Picking them up, he put them aside to go with the others, the 'nice' ones, which were just gorgeous, would go very well with his formal suit and could go in the small drawer.
Next, he opened the envelope from Jared and took out the promissory note to put in the slider of his wallet. He'd damned well use it, too, he thought with a grin, the sports car could use a tune-up.
Under that was Christian and Johnny's present and he set those things aside to go into his wardrobe, lifting the underwear and turning them over to the back, shaking his head as he read the, 'Royal Pain in the Ass' embroidered neatly across the rear and wondering if he shouldn't perhaps have carried through with his threat to make his eldest son wear them on his head for a while.
He swiftly moved through sorting the rest of the presents, getting conscious of the time and knowing Will would be finished his game with Christian soon and would be coming in. The last present was the photo album from Anna and Craig and he sat back down on the bed and flipped though it again, smiling at some of the shots, feeling it turn bittersweet when he looked again at the one on the front.
He laid it on the nightstand and opened the drawer beneath to retrieve the present he'd promised Will. Sitting the package on the bed, he made a quick com call and then put the unit on its stand so he'd be able to see the notifier when it blinked its message in response.
With his lover's birthday being the day before his own, he'd decided to wait, he'd told him, until today when they were alone and he'd ignored Will's pout, knowing full well that he didn't mind. He'd had a quick chat with Gwyn and talked at length with Catherine afterward and, all in all, it'd been a great day.
The bedroom door opened just as he slid Will's present into his pocket and he turned around, pulling one leg up beneath him. "Hey." He greeted. "Who won?"
"Who do you think?" Will padded across the room to his side and bent down for a kiss before going about the business of getting ready for bed. "Your son is the world's worst pool shark. I cleaned up."
They chatted while Will got undressed and into his sleep pants, the dark green silk slithering up over his hips and his fingers busy with the ties. Marton patted the bed next to him and Will came and sat down, running a finger over the cover of the photo album.
"Some good memories in there." He commented. "And space for new ones."
"Yeah. I like that. The extra pages. I'll be able to fill them soon."
Will rolled his eyes, having heard stories about Marton and his obsession with baby photos. "Poor kid."
Marton laughed.
"You know," He began, his tone softening as he picked up Will's hand and held it in his own. "I'm the sort of person who thinks through every decision that he makes, and whether I make up my mind quickly or not, by the time I'm done I'm always certain?"
"Yeah?" Will's voice had changed in response to the shift in mood and the two of them were talking almost in an undertone, an intimate whisper.
"And you know I'm not the sort to say 'I love you' all the time." He shrugged. "I'm not . . . good at remembering to do it?"
Will squeezed his hand. "You don't have to." He said. "I know. You don't have to say it."
Marton smiled, a little crookedly as his mouth was dry. "I could," he told him. "make flowery speeches and wax lyrical about you. But I'd rather show it and have you know how much you mean to me that way." Leaning close, he pressed his mouth to Will's and squeezed his hand in return.
He reached into his pocket and closed his fingers around the package there, flipping it silently open as he slid off the bed and onto one knee. Will looked at him in momentary confusion and then his eyes widened as Marton pulled out the ring box and held it up.
"Make it a happy birthday for both of us and marry me?"
Marton saw Will's throat working, could even see in his eyes how he was fighting the nasty little voice in his head that wanted to voice his disbelief and question his worth. He waited, giving Will all the time he needed and was eventually rewarded.
There was the tiniest of nods and a then a simple, "Yes."
"Love you." Marton smiled and slid the ring onto Will's finger, rising up until he could sit beside him again and kiss him til they were both senseless.
"Love you, too." Will said softly. "Will always love you." Then he smiled at his own inadvertent pun before his face sobered and he looked down at the ring. "We don't want to steal Christian and Caeline's thunder you know." He said. "We should wait before we say anything. Maybe I should wear this round my neck or something?"
Marton shook his head, seeing the tiny red dot of light out of the corner of his eye. "No." he told him. "Unless you want some big, fancy do with blessings from every religious leader in the land and press and photos and all the hoo-ha, I see no reason to wait at all." He knew damned well what Will would say, even before his lover opened his mouth.
"Uh-uh. No thanks." Will looked at him sideways, catching the inflection and becoming a little suspicious. "What do you mean 'at all'?" he wanted to know.
"You need time?" Marton tipped his head to one side, not bothering to hide the fact that he was teasing. "You want to make announcements, get engaged, have parties, all that stuff?"
Will gave him a filthy look and he laughed, softening his tone of voice to intimacy again as he went on.
"Or is this just about you and me?" he whispered, leaning in close. "Something for us that has nothing to do with the rest of the world?"
Will pressed in even closer, whispered against his ear. "You and me." He said. "It's always been about you and me, no one else."
Marton nodded, kissed him soundly and then stood up, raising his voice.
"Gentlemen?"
And the door opened.
He looked down at Will, whose hand he still held, and drew him to his feet.
"C'mon lover." He urged with a grin. "Let's elope."
