RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"No, no, she's probably hearing all about it from Becky already."

That and I really don't want to have to explain myself to her, how I fucked up a good number of times and it just ended up getting embarassing. Even if it did all work out good in the end.

"Why bore her with a repeat performance, right?" I ask, smirking, "No, I think I'm just going to go to my room and play love songs all night on Musty."

I walk over to my dads, hugging them both, "Night guys."

"Alright Sport," I say as I give him a good squeeze.

"You have fun," I say as he smiles at the two of us to leave, "Love you Chris, I'm proud of you."

Ooooh God, I am getting too mushy in my old age.

I think to myself before smiling to myself and nuzzling my head into the crook of Matt's neck, I whisper, "Mattie. Our little boys growing up."

I watch as Chris walks away quietly. Poor boy, must be tired and all excited over everything that's happened tonight.

"I know." I say, literally beaming with pride, "I'm so proud. Yet a little bit sad. Soon he and his sister will be fleeing the nest and we'll be left alone."

Not that I'm against the idea of alonetime with Zacky, I'll just miss my babies when they've gone. They'll be off exploring the big wide worl while I'm left with no-one to have sock fights with.

"I know," I say as I shift a little on Matt's lap before looking up at his face, "do you think you'll be able to live with me after that?" I joke.

I haven't actually thought about what life would be like after the kids had gone. Sure, I have imagined me and Matt in a house somewhere in the country to get away from it all, but we always had something else like a dog or a cat to keep us occupied.

"Pretty soon they won't need us anymore Mattie... well, apart from money..."

I jab Zacky in the side, "Don't say that! You're making me upset."

I move off the arm of the sofa and sit in the corner of it, bringing Zacky with me. I flip the TV on completely by accident, having sat on the remote.

"They'll come visit us, right? With our grandkids and their new husband and wife? Coz I don't think I'd ever be able to let them go otherwise." I say, bottom lip stuck out, "I'd be trying to lock them in their rooms forever."

"Yeah they'll come and visit us," I say, "since we shall be living in their fancy houses by then when we retire," I laugh evilly while rubbing my hands together for emphasise.

But my laughing is distracted by the News music coming onto the TV. I groan and cover my face with Matt's shoulder.

"What horrible things have we got to hear about this time?" I whine into Matt's shoulder as the horrible News caster introduces the local News.

"I wonder who's blown up a subway station this time?"

"This time it really wasn't me."

I still can't believe I got arrested for leaving my bag at a bench while I ran after a mugger that had attacked some little old lady. I was doing a public service! Ridiculous.

I lean into Zacky and start gently nibbling at his ear, "I bet I can make all the bad news go away."

"Good news for gay couples across the state tonight as the senator has just passed a bill legalizing same sex marriages..."

My eyes widen in shock and I lift my head up from Zacky's neck to listen intently to the newsreader.

"Ahhh man, why did you stooop?" I whine as I open my eyes and look at the screen that Matt seems to be staring at like it's the most important news in the world. What the hell has happened this time?

I sigh as I look at the screen myself, but when I see the headlines scrolling along the bottom of the screen and the images of lesbian and gay couples kissing all dressed in suits.

Same sex marriages are now legal? Awww man, that's insane. That's amazing that... wait, what's stopping me and Matt now? I mean, all the other couples can do it and we have being together for so many years, each others first real loves. We should be next.

"So? What do you say? How about me are the next ones on News bulletins?"

I look up to Zacky and roll my eyes, "Zacky, I've already told you, there's no way we can successfully steal Bruce Willis and get him to perform porn with us and oh, you weren't talking about that... you were..."

I look back to the screen, a huge smile coming across my face. Married? Me and Zacky? A real, real family? There's nothing more I want than to say yes to him and to find a preacher right now. But something's missing.

"No." I say, a stern look on my face, "First you didn't get down on one knee, secondly you didn't give me a ring and finally there was no romantic music playing! You're doing this all wrong Baker!"

"Well, I was sort of saving putting a ring on your finger for the celebration," I say as I wiggle my eyebrow at him and rub up and down his arm, but a stern slap to my arm tells me that was the wrong answer.

"Ooooh come on Matt, don't be like that. I thought it was kind of romantic," I tell him, but to be fair my idea of romantic is having sex with the lights on.

I see him pout at me and i sigh before getting up from the sofa.

"OK, OK fine. I'll go and find a ring, some shitty music and get my act together. OK?"

I know I may have overreacted a little and in a way that was very romantic. But at the same time, I'm a sucker for all the cliche bullshit, I want all the trimmings. It just doesn't feel right without them.

"Yes please, darling." I agree, smirking at him, "I know you secretly would have longed for the same."

I lean back on the sofa, arms folded as I think about exactly what this is going to mean for us. Granted, it's not going to be much different to how it is already but at the same time, it gives us a proper title. Partner seems far too business like for me.

"Of course King Matt, your royal pain in the assness..." I say before smirking and bowing.

I sigh and shake my head at him before making my way out of the room.

"God, I feel like Frodo, searching for a fuckin' ring," I mumble to myself as I make my way into the kitchen.

There has got to be something in here that is ring like...

I think to myself if there is anything of a food variety that I can use as a make shift ring. Damn the fact that me and Courtney ate all those candy rings when we watched that movie the other day.

But just as I am about to give up and just give Matt my own personal ring for the night, an idea pops into my head. I grin to myself evilly before running out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Awww man, he is SO gonna hate me for this...

"Y'know it's rude to keep your potential bride waiting!"

I can't help but laugh at this. I'd look amazing in a wedding dress. All lacey and body boosting. It'd be fabulous. I can't help the squealing giggle which emits from my lips. I feel like I'm fuckin' high. Then again the love of my life just pretty much proposed to me, I think I'm entitled to excitability.

"And I don't approve of you walking down here naked and bringing that ring into the conversation!"

I can hear Chris mock gagging upstairs, Courtney's being eeriely quiet.

I run into mine and Matt's bedroom, smiling at Chris like a mad man on the way before jumping over the bed. I make my way over to mine and Matt's wardrobe and pull it open, I grin as soon as I see the cardboard box on the floor marked "vacation slides."

I pull the box out and open it with a big grin as I see mine and Matt's stash of sex toys, lubes and condoms. I laugh a little to myself before I start hunting in the box for my prize, I find one pretty quickly.

I laugh to myself again before pocketing the little packaging and running back out of the room.

"S'up Chris!" I yell out as I run past and make my way down the stairs, two steps at a time.

"Is my bride ready?" I ask Matt as I make my way towards the living room door, pulling my shirt off as I do so.

"For you baby? Always." I say, in the cheesiest romantic girly voice I can muster.

I stand up from the sofa and grab a flower from the vase on the dining table, slipping it behind my ear. I put on a huge smile and lean in a rather effeminate manner against the wall, a hand on my hip, one arm stretched above my head.

"Mmm, come sweep me away Mr. Baker."

I pull the little package apart, throwing the plastic to the floor before grinning to myself. I hold the little device in my hand before clearing my throat.

"STELLA! I yell out as I kick the door to open it, I look around the door to see Matt somewhat looking at me like I've gone insane.

"Stella," I say in barely a whisper as I walk over to Matt slowly, I put on a really deep Southern accent as I talk to him, holding my hand out to him dramatically, "Stella. I have left Blanche, and it all because of you. You have taught a Southern girl how to love again," I don't know what I am saying anymore. But I'm pretty sure that Matt's going to hit me soon.

"Will you marry me?" I ask him as I full to my knees in front of him, "and take this," I take the device from behind my back, "this cock ring?"

A cock ring? He... well, I guess that's like the Zacky I knew and fell in love with. So really I couldn't think of anything much more perfect. I smile down at him, a ltitle wary of my next idea in case the kids have heard everything and are going to rush down to congratulate us.

"Oh, Zack...ett-a?" I start, trying to think of a name for this beautiful Southern belle, whilst simoultaneously holding a southern accent of my own.

I unbutton my jeans and push them and my boxers over my hips, letting them fall to the ground, "I willll!"

I widen my eyes before looking up at him and laughing a little, not able to keep my composer much anymore.

"Ooooh Stella!" I say while giggling a little under my breath, "you have made me the happiest girl in all the land!" I say as I shuffle forward, lean up and wrap my arms around Matt's hips, squeezing his ass with my hands.

"Now... where would you like this ring?" I grin against his hip.

"Darlin' I thought I made that perfectly obvious." I say, giggling - yes, fuckin' giggling. I just got engaged, my fuckin' masculinity checked out at the door.

We've never actually used the cock rings before, to be honest I'm not really sure what it is they're supposed to do. I just guessed from the name that it might be the correct place.

"That's all I needed to hear," I say as I adjust the ring and then place it on Matt' dick, grinning as I do.

"I love you Mattie," I say as I look up at him with the same grin on my face.

I still have a hold of Matt's cock and I stroke it gently, kissing the head before tightening the ring around the shaft.

"So, what do you say that we do what newly engaged couples do and... have some fun?"

"Some fun, eh?" I say, smirking down at him, "And what do you have in mind, my amazing fiance?"

I laugh a little a how good it feels to say that, it gives me butterflies. Then again when I'm around Zacky everything still gives me butterflies, even after 25 years together.

"Fiance, fiance... God, you do realize that's going to be your new name, Zee? I can't get over how good it feels."

"I kind of figured that," I grin as I stand to my feet in front of Matt.

"Well, what I had in mind was you, and me, getting down and fucking dirty," my voice dips lower, "in the back of the rich guys Caddy in the garage? It has a bench leather backseat..."

I move my hand down to his cock, stroking along it with my fingertip, up and down as I let him think over out alternative venue for sex.

I smirk a little remember what had happened last time me and Matt got a little bit unruly together. Chris and Courtney were wondering where we were because neither of us where there to make them dinner, so they went looking for us. Thus, finding us in a very compromising position. I don't think they will ever look at us in the face the same way ever again.

"Mmm, that's bad, that's really bad, I mean this guy trusts you..." The feather lite touches on my cock turn my smirk into a full, lascivious grin, " Therefore that is the best idea you've had within the past ten minutes."

I pull him up from the floor, pulling my fiance - squee - into a kiss, therfore belatedly sealing the deal, "Lead the way, baby."

"I don't really care about his trust, I care about his money. You know how much I hate that guy anyway," I tell Matt as we barely break contact.

I could go on about how much I hate this guy, how he looks down his nose at me. He's old, set in his ways and hates the fact that the best Caddy mechanic is in fact a shit-stabbing queer. But he still comes to me anyway, I just charge him more than I should. But I shouldn't be thinking about this now, this is about me and Matt.

"Mmmm, gladly," I say in a low voice as I take a hold of Matt's hand and turn my heel.

I start making my way towards the hallway, making sure that Chris and Courtney are upstairs so that Matt can run around half naked and they won't be worried, or scarred.

I follow Zacky through the house, admiring him as I do so. This guy is perfect in every way. Especially when he's busy working on his cars. The only ladies he has any love for. Covered in oil and dirty shirts and sweat and... mmm, it's the cliche gay fantasy but I fucking can't get enough of it.

"Do you think I could maybe... y'know... douse you in oil before we get to it tonight?" I ask, thinking outloud.

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