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Garrison are two of my favorite characters to write: former Marines,
one a cop, the other a lawyer, both reserved but so obviously in
is the first short story in the Courting Series, but can be read as a
stand-alone story. I originally wrote this for Torquere Press'
Valentine’s Day Sips, released in February 2010. I hope you enjoy
Commitment, and check out the other stories in the Courting Series:
Dabbs," Sergeant McGucken calls out just before Josh can slip
through the police station's front door. "I can't find your
notes on the Lawrence kid's DUI. You get a chance to type them up
a whispered curse, Josh aborts his escape attempt and heads back to
the bullpen. The police building isn't that big, so he's back at his
desk in twenty steps. Roby smirks at him from the desk facing Josh's,
tugging on his handlebar mustache and waggling his eyebrows. Josh
sir." Josh adjusts his belt and takes a seat, pulling out his
clipboard to pop it open. "I have them right here."
makes a pleased noise, and starts to turn back to his office, but
Roby speaks up first.
cut the kid some slack, Ed."
frowns over at the senior patrolman. He doesn't need anyone, let
alone Roby, butting into his business and Roby knows it, which means
Josh is about to take some bullshit.
McGucken knows it, too, because the older man settles in against an
empty desk with an amused look. "Am I working him too hard, you
you're a real slave-driver," Roby says with a straight face,
South Boston accent coming through. "Anybody can see he's been
on edge the last couple weeks."
Josh needs to shuffle through his notes. He can feel his face burning
and tugs at the high collar of his uniform undershirt.
been twitchy all day..." McGucken muses, getting in on it.
"Maybe it's the new dog? Garrison still pissed about the back
Roby answers for Josh. "When we fixed the railing last weekend,
Garrison said Josh didn't have to sleep on the couch no more. So it
must be something else..."
nods sagely. "And of course, it's got nothing
to do with that fancy little package from Nancy's Jewelers delivered
here the other week..."
both look at Josh expectantly. He gives them a level stare and asks,
deadpan, "I can come back later, when you’re finished
gossiping about me?"
and Roby crack up. Josh boots his computer and straightens his notes
kid, we're just messing with you," McGucken says with a snicker.
"Go on, get out of here. Those can wait until tomorrow."
Roby chimes in. "Seeing as how it's Valentine's Day and all,
leave the beat to thems without plans. Just let us know what he says,
mama didn't raise no fool, so Josh stands up and mumbles, "Will
do. See ya tomorrow."
high-tails it out of there, trailed by good-natured laughter and
offers to take him out to the pub when he's back in.
in Vermont is frigid and biting, so he tucks his chin into his
uniform jacket and beats feet to his truck. Couple more years on the
force and he'll have his own SUV cruiser to take home during his
four-day work weeks.
even after two years, it's still weird being open about his
relationship with Garrison to his coworkers. Him and Garrison, they
kept things on the down low when they were in the Marines, but his
buddies weren't surprised when Josh mustered out instead of
lack of surprise didn’t exactly translate to his military buddies
ribbing him about Garrison like the guys on the force rib him,
lumping him in with the officers who have girlfriends and wives. Roby
and Garrison even have some weird Boston bond, that apparently allows
both to insult the other at will without it ending in a fist fight.
Josh keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.
it's a bit of an adjustment. Since they moved to town, the only
rumbles Josh has had to deal with haven't been about being gay, but
rather about being in an interracial relationship. He's glad Johnson
prefers to work night shifts.
Josh reflects as he breathes in clean mountain air and the smell of
evergreens, he wants to get used to it. For the first time in a long
while, he feels like his life is clicking into place, almost perfect.
has Garrison, they bought a house together last year, they just got a
dog, and his career is holding steady. He's not like Garrison -- he's
not constantly striving to get farther ahead, climb higher. With his
specialized military background, Josh could have had any number of
high-paying jobs lined up. But that high pay would have come with
high risk, and he likes to think that he knows himself a little bit
better these days. He's found a job that he likes and he'll be the
best at it that he can be. He has to admit that he's content with his
little box edge poking his thigh reminds him that there's just one
more thing he wants to do to complete the picture.
his truck out of the station parking lot, he waves at Jonesy next
door, the fireman sneaking his daily smoke. He knows people now, he
and Garrison have made friends in town and in the city. Josh likes
being a small town cop, they're close enough to the city that
Garrison's commute isn't horrid, and the place gets enough seasonal
traffic with the ski resorts that Garrison -- city boy at heart --
doesn't feel stranded. There’s enough diversity that guys like
Johnson stand out because they’re outliers, not the norm, and
everyone knows it.
Floral Arrangements is crowded when he pulls up, but Josh is on a
Mooney is the person right ahead of him in line and he debates
waiting in his truck. Small towns also, apparently, come with the
requisite nosy neighbors. He's met trained interrogators that got
nothing on Mrs. Mooney. She could beat a man into submission with
just her big hair, big purse, and big personality.
Dabbs," she twitters. Too late to escape. "Fancy meeting
you here! Picking up flowers for your special someone?"
ma'am," Josh responds dutifully.
would hurt himself laughing to hear her refer to him as Josh's
"special someone." Normally Garrison gets along with
ninety-nine percent of the people he meets. Mrs. Mooney's in that
other one percent.
well," she twitters again. She's what his mama used to refer to
as a "character." He just goes with his best defense as
they move ahead in line.
brings you in here today, ma'am?" He asks with his sweetest
smile. "Lady such as yourself, I'd expect has a dozen bouquets
coming her way."
you," she squeals.
Stokely rolls his eyes from behind the cash register. Josh kinda
agrees. If she were lonely, it would be one thing. But she's sent
seven kids out into the world and she rules that entire family with
an iron fist.
getting flowers for my mother, dear," she's explaining as she
approaches the counter. "Every year, I hand-deliver an
arrangement to the Home just for her. She may be senile, but she
always knows they're from me. I had pink posies delivered earlier
this week for the lobbies, too. Bob, did you remember the name cards?
The nurses couldn't find the name cards--"
minutes later, Mrs. Mooney totters out with an elaborate display
taller than her hair. Josh gives Bob a sympathetic smile. With his
Jerry Garcia beard and preference for flannel, Bob's about as far
from the gay florist stereotype as he can get, but sometimes he likes
to play up the drama.
she's Queen of freaking England," Bob mutters under his breath,
before returning Josh's smile. "You, on the other hand, are a
doll." He glances down at Josh's phone order. "An elegant
arrangement with red roses and a splash of ferns. Are you sure you
don't want me to spice it up a little more? Garrison seems like he'd
go for something with more flair... Birds of Paradise maybe?"
laughs. "Nah. Just keep it simple and easy -- then he'll believe
it's from me."
usual, then," Bob chuckles and goes to retrieve the bouquet from
the fridge. He comes back with an armful of roses in a black ceramic
vase. Josh shells out a pretty penny and makes his goodbyes. He's
already a half hour behind schedule.
here's the thing -- Garrison says
he's not overly romantic or anything like that, but heaven help him
if Josh forgets their anniversary or a birthday or a holiday. They've
been together almost three years and Josh has a system now, down to
reminders on his cell phone and his work and home computer calendars,
plus a list of gift ideas he routinely updates from conversations
it's hard shopping for someone who grew up in an affluent Boston
family and attended Northwestern Law before joining the Marines.
Garrison's pretty down to earth when compared to his brother and
sister, but he still has expensive tastes, and Josh can't tell the
difference between Gucci and Prada.
he goes for thoughtful gifts instead, which means that he taps into
the two women who know his guy best.
Mom," he says into his phone as he heads home. "I thought
you had an appointment at the day spa?"
I thought you had a home-made dinner to cook!" Grace Williams
exclaims with a laugh. "Don't tell me you've run into problems
mistake salt for sugar one
and no one lets you live it down!" He mock-groans.
was certainly the most interesting dessert I've ever had..."
hopefully today will go a lot smoother. Is Ms. Anne Marie in? I
forgot to put the brisket in the slow cooker this morning, so I did
it on my lunch break..."
honey. Let me go get her."
can hear the click of Grace's high-heels on the townhouse's hardwood
floors, then tiles. Ms. Anne Marie, the Williams'
cook-housekeeper-former nanny-household drill sergeant, comes on the
line a few seconds later.
long has it been cooking now?" she asks, straight and to the
swallows and glances at the dash clock. "About five hours? I
left before him this morning, so it went in at lunch..."
have to do. But remember, you gotta glaze it with the mustard sauce
it comes out of the broth, then put it in the oven for about five
minutes more to dry out. Otherwise it'll be a mess when you put it
back with the cabbage and broth."
what did you get for dessert?"
special ordered an ice cream cake from Cabot's: chocolate, non-dairy
ice cream, with cookie crunch." He'd driven down to Boston on
his last day off to pick it up and hid it in the garage freezer. "I
even remembered to put it in the fridge to thaw."
You spoil that boy," she says sternly. "I suppose you pass
I have my own dinner to make."
gets back on the line and teases, "So you have the official
stamp of approval?"
talks to her for the rest of the quick drive home. Their house is set
off the road a-ways, surrounded by trees, and when he pulls up the
long driveway, he's greeted by Muttlee barking excitedly outside the
that Josh left him inside
the garage earlier, this does not bode well.
I gotta go," he says with a sigh. "The dog's out again."
tuts sympathetically, "Honey, that's not a dog. That's a goat."
climbs out of the truck, eyeing the chewed-up aluminum dog door that
used to be set in the garage door. "I'm beginning to think that,
good luck, sweetie. I expect to hear some good news tomorrow!"
dancing around excitedly, making his high-pitched puppy yips. Josh
shakes his head and goes back to the truck for the flowers. The
little beast wouldn't understand if Josh started yelling now. He'll
have to patch that door up somehow before Garrison sees it.
house smells like beef when Josh opens the front door. Miz Anne
Marie's corned beef and cabbage is Garrison's favorite dish, so Josh
thought he'd give it a try. "Try" being the operative word.
the flowers on the counter, he checks on the slow cooker before going
to change out of his uniform. Muttlee's close on his heels every
step, wanting attention, butting his legs and nipping at his fingers.
Josh gives in only after his uniform's hanging in the closet and he's
in a T-shirt and jeans. Then he gets an armful of slobbery German
to the kitchen, he removes the beef from the slow cooker and preps it
with the mustard glaze before sliding it in the oven. The vegetables
get chunked and tossed in a pot to boil.
on schedule," he tells Muttlee smugly, then heads to the garage.
plywood and deck screws are his best repair options at the moment, so
the garage door isn't perfect, but they won't find any baby bears or
woodchucks in there come tomorrow. It's getting to be that time of
year, and wouldn't Garrison just string him up from the gables...
hears his cell phone ringing in the house, the ringtone he set for
Garrison, and sprints for the door, Muttlee flying behind him.
wrestles the phone out of his uniform jacket, and answers
hello there," Garrison answers curiously. "What have you
been getting up to?"
dirty," Josh smirks. "Promise."
just dash a man's fantasies..."
Garrison's taking the time to be flirty, that means he's back in his
office and almost ready to leave.
how many bad guys did you put away today?" Josh asks, wandering
over to the stove to poke around in the vegetable pot.
enough," Garrison grumbles, but not in a defeated way, so he'll
be all right. "How about you? Was justice served?"
up the Lawrence kid on a DUI." He meanders to the fridge and
grabs a beer, starts pacing between the kitchen and the hallway. "I
actually felt kinda bad for him when his mama showed up at the
station. Roby nearly pissed himself laughing so hard."
Sunday school teacher Carla Lawrence?"
she certainly put the fear of God in that boy..."
a crash behind him. Breaking glass. Or ceramic.
turns back into the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks. Garrison's
talking in his ear, but all Josh can see is the mangled remains of
the roses strewn across the tiled floor. A broken stem hangs from
Muttlee's grinning little face.
Josh hisses furiously, covering the receiver with one hand and waving
Muttlee off with the other. "Bad
did he do now?" Garrison sighs on the other end, edge creeping
into his voice, and Josh freezes.
compares to Garrison in a full on bitchfit, and more frequently than
not that ire has been directed at Muttlee the Destructo-Dog.
It's a knee-jerk response. Wait, Garrison will never believe that.
Josh prevaricates. "Well. A little mess. Nothing I can't clean
up. We're good."
little mess," Garrison drawls. "Your dog seems to make a
lot of little
shit. When Garrison starts with the "your dog," both Josh
and the pooch are in trouble. Last time, Josh ended up on the couch.
this morning, for instance," Garrison continues, voice smooth as
silk, "Imagine my surprise when I went to get dressed, only to
discover that your
had eaten my five hundred dollar Gucci loafers."
at least Josh knows what to get Garrison for his birthday...
going through his rebellious teenage years?" Josh answers with
some clicking in the background; Garrison's at his computer. "Your
swing shifts end in two weeks, correct?"
stifles a groan, knowing where this is going. So much for those free
evenings. "Yeah. I go back to day shift full-time."
sending Sky an e-mail right now, signing us up for the Monday and
Thursday obedience classes."
Garrison types a bit longer. "All right. I have a few things to
wrap up here, but I should leave in a couple minutes."
snorts, thawing. "I still say that's not a proper response."
still say I mean it just as much." Josh grins.
I still say you do it just because it irks me." Garrison laughs,
deep and throaty. "Later, babe."
Josh hangs up and turns to Muttlee. "Dude! What the hell? You're
supposed to be on my side!"
gets the broom and dustpan.
minutes and a pile of puppy vomit later, he's on the internet
frantically searching to see if roses are poisonous to dogs and
thinking that he should have researched this already. Lord knows Mom
is right, they brought home a goat and not a dog. Luckily, none of
the sites coming up are screaming about POISON or TOXIC or WORST
PUPPY PARENT EVER.
smell of something burning reminds him of the brisket in the oven.
Did he remember to set a timer? Before he makes it down the hallway,
the smoke alarm starts going off. He kills that before he cranks off
the oven, opening the oven door to a billow of smoke and the smell of
done, but as in dead and blackened. He sets the smoking broiler dish
on top of the stove and starts opening windows. In his rush to
ventilate, he forgets and opens the back door wide. A streak of black
and brown almost takes his knees out.
little escape artist heads straight for the deck railing, jumping up
and over in one smooth move that would've made a great Mighty Dog
commercial. Unfortunately, Josh has to wrestle with the gate to get
down the short stairs and Muttlee's already tromping through the
underbrush in the trees, yipping excitedly.
here, you hairy beast," Josh commands in his best authoritarian
voice. Muttlee pauses for a second, then trots up to about ten feet
away before barking at Josh and skittering away again. "Oh, no.
Dude, we are not
playing right now! Back inside!"
comes close again, only to run off when Josh takes a step at him.
Lather, rinse, repeat. A half hour later, Josh is breathless and
frozen from chasing the damn dog around in just his t-shirt, so he
just plops on the grass and lays back, arms splayed. The clouds are
wet puppy nose dive bombs his neck. Josh shrieks and gets an arm
around Muttlee's shoulders with a laugh, rolls the little bugger,
who's squirming and slobbering all over him. They rough-house for a
minute, Josh mock growling and Muttlee getting all worked up.
still running circles around him when Josh gets back in the freezing
kitchen. With a sigh, he closes the windows and door, then dumps the
charred pan in the sink and runs the hot water full blast. Good thing
they have a garbage disposal – maybe. The charred brick might
him and the dog are covered in twigs, dead leaves, and dirt. Garrison
will be home in -- he checks -- about twenty minutes, and there is no
dinner. Garrison is a foodie who rarely has enough time to cook these
days, but when he does, it’s a production of fancy sauces and tools
Josh can’t pronounce. Josh is only willing to cook comfort food
for him, so there’s no way he’s putting together another meal up
to Garrison’s standards with the time he has left. That means
outsourcing to a trusted gourmet restaurant.
quick call to the Ski Chalet, which can squeeze them in the
reservation book for nineteen hundred, solves the food problem. That
gives him about an hour and half to get presentable and convince
Garrison that he'd meant to take him out to a restaurant all along.
almost trips over Muttlee again.
buddy. A quick run and maybe then you'll be too wiped to go
Destructo-Dog on me again."
changes into his PT clothes, pulling a pair of track pants over his
shorts. A sweatshirt and knit cap are his other nods to the weather.
At the sight of his leash, Muttlee goes nuts and Josh gives up trying
to make him sit before clipping it onto his collar.
run about half their normal route, down to the end of their road and
back. Garrison's Mercedes SUV passes them on the long driveway,
Garrison giving him a wave. By the time the Mercedes is parked, Josh
and Muttlee are waiting near the walkway to the porch.
morning jog not enough?" Garrison asks as he gets out.
Josh answers distractedly. "Wearing out the dog."
wears three piece suits to the office with imported silk shirts from
Italian places Josh can't pronounce. Josh doesn't complain at all
when it gives him a tailored view of Garrison's firm ass and
massively muscled thighs as he steps down from the SUV. Garrison
wears boxer briefs, and when he's interested, it shows. Like right
now, with the thick bulge revealed beneath the suit jacket at every
step Garrison takes toward him.
blinks and looks up at Garrison's face. "Hm?"
said you should have waited for me," Garrison repeats with a
smile and a raised eyebrow, knowing full well what's going on in
Josh's brain. "I would have joined you."
still have to shower," Josh says with a wicked grin. "You
can join me there."
Garrison leans in for a kiss, broad hand swiping the hat off Josh's
head and ruffling his short brown hair. "Happy Valentine's Day,
indeed. Lead on, then."
doesn't need to be told twice. He ushers Muttlee into the house,
setting the puppy loose, and strips off his sweatshirt on his way
down the hall to the bedroom. Luckily, the burnt smell is gone and
the temperature's almost back to normal in the house.
has his routine -- briefcase dropped in his neatly organized office,
bedroom door closed with the dog on the other side, jacket shrugged
off and hung in the closet, shoes on the rack, wallet and keys on top
of the dresser. Josh is down to his shorts by the time Garrison's
unbuttoning his shirt.
figured we could go out for dinner," Josh says as he stuffs his
clothes in the closet hamper. He feels more than hears Garrison come
up behind him.
Later. You know what those PT shorts do to me," Garrison rumbles
against Josh's neck, lips tracing the line of ear down to his collar
bone. Garrison keeps his head shaved, his chin rough with stubble at
this time of day, and Josh shudders, cock filling in his loose
might have some idea," he stutters, breathless.
Garrison presses against his back, Josh braces himself with both
hands on the wall next to the closet. He can feel Garrison's smile on
his skin, can feel as Garrison inhales his scent and it makes Josh's
hair stand on end. Garrison's in just his boxer briefs now, dick
stiff against Josh's back, and his hands are at Josh's hips, pulling
him back against Garrison's crotch.
isn't a small guy, not by far, but Garrison -- he's built like a
running back, all sleek lines and firm muscles, tall and intimidating
if you don't know him. He has a couple inches on Josh and that's
enough to give him an edge when he wants it.
doesn't mind at all.
mouths at the back of his neck, thick lips trailing down to Josh's
shoulders. His hands slide from Josh's hips down his shorts, then
back up underneath the worn material. His fingers burn. Josh grinds
his hips back, dick bobbing, and tries to encourage Garrison to put
his hands where Josh really wants them.
just chuckles, deep and knowing. When he pulls his hands away, Josh
makes a frustrated noise and growls, "Oh, you suck."
snorts, kneading Josh's ass with both hands. "Not tonight. I was
thinking of something more..."
an idea Josh can definitely get behind. Or in front of... "Okay,
so you don't completely suck."
grins at Garrison's booming laughter. Muttlee starts barking on the
other side of the bedroom door, and they both snicker.
Garrison says, tugging Josh around and toward their king size bed.
wow, we're doing it in the bed for once? What a treat," Josh
drawls, cock throbbing as he stops to drop his shorts.
you implying that I'm impatient?" Garrison asks archly, stepping
out of his own boxers. His dark cock is beautiful, thick and long in
a nest of black curls, and Josh licks his lips, so tempted to just
drop to his knees.
he smirks and distracts himself with, "I'm pretty sure we can
repair your desk with enough wood glue."
curls a hand around his neck, pulls him closer. Josh goes easily,
needing to touch and rub up against all that smooth, naked skin.
from the man who fucked me up against his truck in the garage last
weekend." The words are breathed against his lips before
Garrison claims them again, plundering Josh's mouth.
gives up all pretense of talking, moaning into Garrison's mouth when
their cocks rub together, not enough pressure, not enough contact. He
protests when Garrison leans back.
the bed. Now," Garrison rasps.
crawls up on the bed, reaching across to the nightstand, fumbling the
drawer open for lube. The bed dips as Garrison kneels behind him,
hands wrapping around Josh's hips to pull him into position.
the flavored one," Garrison rumbles and Josh reaches back in the
nightstand, heart speeding up in anticipation. If Garrison wants the
flavored lube, that means he plans on taking his time...
the lube to the side, Josh puts more weight forward on his elbows,
offers himself up for anything Garrison wants, just waiting to be
pounded into and filled and knowing that he won't get satisfaction
until Garrison's had fun torturing him.
does take his time, broad hands roving over Josh's back, his ass,
pressing into the skin of his thighs, spreading them out farther,
making Josh stretch, expose more of himself. Garrison's silky hard
dick brushes along the crease of Josh's ass, making them both shiver.
Josh grits out.
response is an evil chuckle and the drag of his short nails down
Josh's spine. Josh groans and squeezes his eyes shut hard, willing
himself not to come, but damn, Garrison's just winding him tighter,
teasing, hitting all his sensitive spots.
snap of the lube's plastic cap is loud over their shuddering breaths.
Josh gasps when the drizzle of cold lube hits his ass. He squirms,
but Garrison's fingers are there, spreading the lube, warming it
against Josh's skin. A blunt finger strokes down, right over Josh's
hole, rubbing without penetrating. Garrison's other hand trails up
Josh's thigh to his balls and grips them with just enough pressure
that Josh's dick twitches involuntarily. Josh buries his face in his
arms and moans.
killing me," he says hoarsely, trying to swallow.
have that," Garrison murmurs. Josh wants to protest when the
hand leaves his balls and Garrison shifts backward on the bed, but
then both of Garrison's palms are on his ass cheeks, spreading them
farther apart until it burns, a good burn that focuses all of Josh's
attention on that one part of his body.
expecting Garrison's touch, but he still jumps when a tongue swipes
over his hole, warm firm pressure pushing against the pucker of skin
until the ring of muscle is breached. Josh moans loudly,
embarrassingly so, and tries not to hump the bed. Garrison pulls back
just to stab his tongue in again and again, and Josh is nearly
sobbing, it feels so good, but it's not enough.
Garrison sits back, shifting on the bed. Josh rests his head on his
forearms and pants, muscles twitching pleasantly. There's the sound
of the lube cap again, but no cold shock this time, just the wet
sound of Garrison slicking his cock up. Josh makes a noise of protest
when Garrison just rubs the head of his dick over Josh's hole, giving
little thrusts forward, just enough to tease, enough to make Josh
want to push back, to get that hard cock to slip inside.
still," Garrison whispers and Josh stills, relaxing as Garrison
grips his hip with one hand and pushes the tip of his cock inside so
fucking slowly with the other. His tongue didn’t stretch Josh
nearly enough and the burn is so delicious Josh wants to writhe on
keeps pushing steadily in, both hands on Josh's hips now, putting
pressure on him, pulling Josh back onto his dick. This is what Josh
has been aching for from the moment Garrison stepped out of his car
-- to feel filled and claimed so completely.
Garrison's in all the way, balls pushing up against Josh's ass, they
both freeze, just breathing. Then Garrison's hips twitch forward like
he can't hold himself still any more, and Josh digs his fingers into
the bed, pushes back with his elbows and knees, trying to get
Garrison in deeper. Garrison moans loudly and pulls back until he's
want it hard?" Garrison pants. Josh makes an incoherent noise of
agreement that turns into a harsh groan as Garrison hammers his hips
forward again. It's just as rough as Josh likes it, a shock of pain
that quickly fades when he adjusts his stance just so, and then
Garrison's pounding into him hard enough to make the bed frame creak.
strains back with each thrust, tries to get the most out of each one,
his own dick slapping against his thighs. They're both getting sweaty
now, Garrison losing his hold on Josh hips, hands slamming down to
the mattress on either side of Josh and taking Josh's knees out from
under him. It changes the angle so that every push of Garrison's cock
sends glorious sparks of pleasure up Josh's back and down his legs.
so close to the edge, so close, and Garrison's weight is on his back,
covering him, lips and teeth at his shoulder, grinding Josh's cock
against the sheets. Garrison pistons into him with short grunts now,
bearing him down into the mattress. Josh surges up with his hips,
thigh muscles straining, nearly lifting Garrison off the bed, and
that's enough to make Garrison curl up around him, hot come flooding
Josh with each spasm.
Garrison even softens, he works his hand under Josh, squeezes his
cock hard once, twice, and that's all it takes for Josh to clench and
spurt his release.
slumps over Josh's back, dick still buried in him, as they pant.
After a moment, Josh shifts, suddenly aware that he's in the wet
spot, and nudges up with the shoulder that Garrison's face is resting
on. Garrison makes an unhappy noise, but pushes up, pulling out and
leaving Josh a sodden, sated mess.
time," Garrison says smugly. Sex always energizes him, whereas
Josh always conks out.
rolls away from the wet spot and mumbles sleepily into the bedspread,
you'll thank me later."
shower starts running, Garrison singing to himself, and Josh dozes
for a moment longer. He's getting cold and sticky, though, so he gets
up with a sigh and stumbles to the bathroom.
steps out as Josh steps in. "Man, I'm starving. I know you
mentioned going out, but how about I whip us up something?"
completely forgot about dinner. He tries to drown himself in the
shower. It doesn't work.
he finally responds. Garrison's already out of the bedroom, if
Muttlee's little claws clicking on the bathroom tile are a sign. A
black puppy nose snorts around the shower curtain. "Don't even
think about it, bub."
hurries out of the bathroom, remembering that the remains of his
failed dinner attempt are still all over the kitchen. Garrison's
stripped the bed and laid out Josh's favorite pair of USMC sweats.
After his day, Josh is all for a comfortable night in, but he had
plans, damn it.
pauses in the hallway, Muttlee skittering down ahead of him, and
debates with himself. The bang of pots and Garrison's low singing
means that his dinner plans are definitely off the table. No flowers
to adapt and improvise.
Garrison putters around in the kitchen, Josh hits his jacket pocket
in the foyer and comes to linger in the kitchen doorway, holding the
small box against his thigh. The cabbage pot is in the sink and
Garrison has an open egg carton next to the stove.
hope omelets are all right?" he asks without turning around. He
has his own sweats slung low on his hips, no sweatshirt. "We
don't have a lot else. Was that corned beef and cabbage?"
yeah. Kinda. There's ice cream cake from Cabot's in the fridge."
glances over his shoulder at him with a big smile. "Woo, boy. If
I hadn't just done lascivious and wicked things to you, you'd be in
laughs, relaxing a little. He fingers the box, tapping it against his
here's the thing..." He starts, then trails off, unsure how to
babe?" Garrison looks to him with a raised eyebrow.
Josh fumbles for the right words, Garrison turns and leans against
the counter, giving Josh his full attention. Josh forces himself to
I had this whole thing set-up for tonight -- flowers, but the dog ate
them. Candle-lit dinner at home, but it kind of got... well, you saw.
Then reservations at the Ski Chalet, but we've missed those. Not that
I mind being distracted at
he adds quickly so there's no misunderstanding that he wants a
repeat, like, a lot. "But it seems kinda like I'm destined to be
de-railed at this point, so I'm just gonna make my own moment."
Garrison says gently with a wry smile. "Josh. It's just a day. I
know I can make a big deal about dates, but you don't have to worry
about making it perfect--"
settle for not-a-disaster at this point." Josh sighs.
think it's already been perfect." Garrison gives him a look that
makes Josh blush. "Besides, I get spoiled three hundred and
sixty-four more days a year. I'm just glad we're both here with a
whole night to ourselves."
see, that's it." Josh swallows, cheeks still hot, and comes
across the kitchen to stand in front of Garrison. If his knees
weren't already aching from earlier, he'd get down on one, too.
Instead, he holds the box up in the short distance between them,
popping it open and watching for the moment Garrison's eyes widen
with surprise. He's not disappointed.
want to spoil you, every single day. I want to wake up next to you
for the rest of my life, and take you out and show you off, and do
everything in my power to make you happy. Because I love you, so
much, and you've ruined me for anybody else anyway, so you're stuck
with me. I'd just like to make that official. Please."
gives a short laugh, the one he does when he's overwhelmed, and
stares down at the box. After a moment, Josh nudges him with a knee.
whaddya say? Wanna make an honest man of me?"
starts to smile, really wide, bigger than Josh has seen him smile
before. He reaches up, cups Josh's hands around the ring box, and
looks directly at Josh, so intense Josh can't breathe.
course," Garrison says softly. "Of course I will."
Josh is dizzy with relief, laughing a bit himself. "Great."
babe," Garrison grins, and pulls him in for a deep kiss, one
that makes Josh's dick try to perk up again.
this what you've been so worked up about the last couple weeks?"
Garrison asks once Josh is pliant and melted in his arms. "I was
worried you were having problems at work."
tries to shrug, resting his forehead against Garrison's nose. He gets
a kiss on the bridge of his for his worries.
here I just bought you a new iPod," Garrison murmurs with a
smile, taking the box from Josh to look closer at the rings. They're
platinum bands with an inlaid channel of braided metal. Nancy and
Josh had spent almost an hour trying to find rings that were classy
are gorgeous," Garrison says solemnly, giving him another kiss.
thank me yet," Josh smirks. "Your parents expect a big
how many people knew about this?" Garrison demands. Josh laughs
and starts from the beginning.
his Valentine's Day plans weren't ruined after all.
Since 2006, J. Rocci
has published LGBT romance stories, ranging from contemporary to
steampunk to fantasy. Rocci currently lives near Washington D.C. with
the love of her life and their furry children, and loves giving her
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