When he hit the vehicle with his back, a soft moan escaped his lips as he was orally assaulted with another kiss.
As they stood there, soft snow began falling, and they were mouth-to-mouth in the parking lot.
It was silent there, and they took that moment to make a memory.
Ethan’s hand was on Gene’s ass, and his were in his man’s raven’s wing hair.
Fuck.
Gene loved his life.
“EJ,” he whispered, as he was destroyed by a kiss. Gene couldn’t imagine a day where he didn’t get to experience this feeling of love.
It was all-consuming.
Slowly, his man set him free, and I stared into his eyes.
“I love you. I know I don’t say it nearly enough, but it’s what I feel for you. You make me happy, and I hope that one day, we’ll get to spend it the way we want.”
Gene knew what that would be.
Married.
“Let’s go inside. Someone’s overdressed,” Ethan said. “Two someones.”
On that, he could agree.
He almost walked away when he recalled what he needed to do.
He didn’t want to wait a single second longer. This was something they both needed to heal the trauma in both of their lives.
They needed a promise of forever.
“Wait,” Gene said, as he reached into the back of the vehicle and grabbed the take-out container of cake. “I think I need dessert.”
Ethan stared at him.
“Now? In the snow?”
Gene handed him the container.
“Open it,” he said, finding this to be the perfect moment. With the snow falling, and the parking lot quiet, why not? It was all kinds of romantic. How many times would he get Ethan outside in the falling snow?
It was kissing his hair, and making it shine in the parking lot lights.
Ethan took it and popped the lid open. Inside, there was a piece of cake. Beside it was a pile of whipped cream, and in that there were two gold bands.
He blinked and looked up at Gene.
“I was going to propose afterward, but now, it feels right,” he said, plucking the two rings out of the fluffy cream. Licking one, he got down on his knee, not caring that his pants were getting wet from the snow.
“Ethan Jackson Blackhawk, I know we can’t make it legal, but I want to make it official. Will you do me the honor of marrying me in this moment? Will you take this ring as a promise that one day, when we can, we will sign that paper and make it legal?” he asked.
Ethan stood there.
Oh, he’d not expected this.
Not.
