Marry Me G. Hauser (the chimp paradox .TXT) 📖

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 just 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