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Freddie leans both forearms on the bar, delighted, mustache twitching with the effort of holding back a bigger grin. “Kid's right. You're his now. Might as well accept it. Put a ring on it.”

“Alright,” I say, and TJ's whole face changes at that, soft and a little stunned, confused.

“Wait, what?” he stammers, pulling back to stare at me. “Did you… Did you just say you want to marry me?”

“If you’ll have me.”

“But,” he huffs. “You have to do it right, Gavin. Not just blurt it out like that.”

I rest my forehead on his. “Hm, do it right, huh? The whole one knee, ring bit?”

He nods against my forehead, so I gently lift him off my lap and onto a barstool, then reach into my pocket and pull out the tiny box. I only received it this afternoon, and it’s been burning in my pocket all day. His eyes are like saucers now, and Freddie is leaning over the bar, watching intently.

“Not where I planned to do this, but someone wants me to live a little,” I smile wryly before sinking to one knee before him, knowing my pants are going to be sticky and not caring.

“TJ, I am so in love with you,” I say, and his eyes well up with tears. I open the box and present it to him. It’s flashy, like my boy, diamonds around the middle and emeralds along each side. “Marry me, baby?”

He covers his mouth with his hands as tears flow down his face, and he nods emphatically. I tug the sparkling band from the box and push it onto his ring finger. Applause rings out from all around us. I hadn’t realized we had gathered an audience.

Freddie has watched the whole thing, looking entirely too pleased with himself, like a man who just made something big happen. He pours two flutes of champagne and pushes them over.

I stand and wrap my arms around my boy, and he snuffles into my chest, his arms around my neck. I sip some champagne and offer it to TJ.

“Can’t believe you did that,” he says against me.

“I wanted to do it yesterday on the fairway, but the ring wasn’t ready. And I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“God, I love you,” he hiccups against me.

“You ready to go home, baby?” I ask even though it is barely ten.

“Mmm, need you,” he murmurs into my chest. My cock likes the idea of that.

TJ pushes me backward onto our new mattress, the pretty watercolor hanging on the wall above me. Tugging at my belt, he pulls off my pants and boxer briefs, yanking off my shoes and tossing the pants to the side. He straddles my hips and lifts my shirt off me, kissing his way down my chest, licking the healing scabs from his deep bite, then continuing down my body. He presses his nose deep into my groin and sniffs hard.

“Mmm, smells right again,” he moans, then licks up my shaft.

My entire body clenches as his tongue laves over my cock, then swirls around the head before he sucks me in. He takes a deep breath and swallows around me, and I slide down his throat.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. That is exquisite, engulfed in searing wet. I watch as my cock spreads his pretty lips and have to grab the base to hold off the climax that wants to rip out of me. “Baby, that’s too good, stop,” I pant. “I don’t want to come yet.”

He pulls his mouth off me, climbing up my body, then reaches around to his ass as he kisses me. I hear a thud and pull back from his mouth with a question on my lips.

“Butt plug,” he answers before I can ask.

“You had that the entire evening?” I smirk.

He nods with a shy grin. “Wanted to be ready for you.”

“What a good boy,” I smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Ride me, baby.”

He grabs the lube and pours some into his right hand, then reaches back and covers my cock in the slick fluid. I take the lube and put some on my fingers, making sure he is truly stretched enough before lifting my cock up for him to sit on. He shifts a little, then I feel his hole give way, engulfing me in his channel.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” I groan as he throws his head back and moans. He keeps lowering himself slowly until I’m fully inside him, then leans over and kisses me. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he shudders. He moves, swiveling his hips as he rises, and my cock rotates inside of him, brushing his prostate as he moves.

“Holy shit, that feels amazing,” he whines. He sinks back onto me, leaning back, resting his hands on my thighs, and I feel his prostate against my cock as he rises again. He wails, then bounces on me, legs quivering with the effort. “Oh, god, I can’t,” he cries. “Please,” he begs.

“Please, what, baby, what do you want?”