Page 93 of Silas's Sweetheart

“Marry me.”

“Huh!” Silas grunted. His eyes widened as he staggered back, his trapped legs making him flail. Next thing, he was on the ground with Ziggy splayed over him. Ziggy had tried to stop him falling, only to overbalance as well.

“Fuck,” Silas cried when Ziggy’s knee made contact with his balls.

“Shit,” Ziggy moaned when his other knee collided with the floor.

Winded and unsure if he should laugh or cry, Ziggy gave in and giggled because who proposed then knee’d the love of their life in the balls? Who? Evidently, he did.

Silas tensed under him, then his body shook before Silas rocked with his laughter.

“That’s one way to propose,” he gasped on the next bout of belly laughter, tears running down his cheeks.

“It’ll be unforgettable, that’s for sure,” Ziggy wheezed, giving up on trying to get off Silas when it made matters worse. “Is that a yes?”

His laughter dying down to more of a chuckle, Silas put his hands under Ziggy’s armpits and hauled him up, so they were face to face. “I want it all.” He gave him a cheeky wink. “Including the snail trail you’ve left on my thigh.”

“You’re welcome and as most of it belongs to you, it’s only fair to share,” Ziggy joked, while searching for the real answer. For the truth. “So, just to be clear, that’s a yes?”

“That’s a, ‘you’re stuck with me now and there’s no takin’ it back’, yes.”

Ziggy swooped down and kissed him, lips parting, tongue demanding entry as he delivered all the happiness Silas’s answer gave him. “I think that should be your first tattoo, right over your heart.”

Silas paled, giving Ziggy a look that suggested he’d asked him to cut off a limb. “Erm…”

“I’m joking…maybe.”

Ziggy got the odd impression Silas was going to say something, then his lips pursed before he rose carefully and lifted Ziggy clear of his legs and plonked him onto the edge of the closest bed.

He didn’t protest at the mess he was leaving on the covers when his thoughts shifted to creating a design to tattoo on his ring finger. He didn’t want traditional, he wanted something unique.

Finally freed from his jeans, Silas kicked the pile of clothing into the corner of the room. He set about moving the furniture back into place, so Ziggy got up, but his attention was on Silas’s long, tapered fingers and imagining how one of them would look inked with his design.

“Want to share a shower?”

Ziggy nodded absently, chewing his lower lip as his head became all creative. “Do you know where my phone is?”

“What do you need your phone for?” Silas bent and picked up Ziggy’s jeans and plucked out his phone, offering it to him.

“Just ideas,” Ziggy murmured, already opening the design app he used when an idea struck him. “I get them from time to time and I just need to get them down.”

“How often does that happen?”

“Now and again,” he replied absently.

Silas said something more, but it was white noise as Ziggy’s imagination ran wild and his excitement grew.

Using the app’s Fine Art Pen feature, which converted his finger’s movements into pen strokes, he mapped out the basic design while it was still fresh, ignoring the cum and slick drying on his skin.

Fingers waved in front of his face, and he glanced up, blinking Silas into focus. “Yeah?”

“It’s late and you need a shower.”

Ziggy glanced at Silas’s wet hair, dripping onto his chest. “I thought we were sharing?” he asked in confusion. Hadn’t he wanted to share?

“You zoned out love. I called you three times.” The other towel hung over his shoulder and he ran it over his hair. “We have to get up in less than four hours and you seem lost in your own world there.” He peered at the screen. “What are you designing?”

Ziggy pulled the phone towards him at Silas’s speculative look. “I’ll share when I’m happy with it.” He closed the app, threw the phone on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. He didn’t care about sleep because right then he was riding a love high, and he wanted to roll the fuck around in that shit until he was covered in it.

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