Augustus leaned his forehead against Quentin’s. “Th-thank you.”
“No, baby, that’s not something you should thank me for.”
Quentin waited. He’d figure it out at some point, right?
Augustus jerked his head up, his eyes going wide. Ah, there it was. “F-f-family m-members? I’m n-not your f-f-family.”
And this wasn’t how he had planned it. He had a ring, and he had prepared this whole speech that explained how much Augustus meant to him and that he would take care of him and about ten minutes more of that, but fuck it. Their moment was now, and so Quentin dropped to his knees, Augustus’s cock almost in his face, and looked up. “Marry me, baby. Become my family, my husband.”
The expression on Augustus’s face said enough, but he still gave his formal answer. “Yes. Yes, I w-w-will m-marry you.”
Quentin rose to his feet and kissed him. “I love you, baby. I love you so freaking much. My car breaking down was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“You are the b-b-best thing that e-e-ever happened to m-me.”
He hugged him again, and his heart filled with peace. “Let’s move on to the next item on the agenda. What do you say?”
Augustus let go of him, then sank to his knees, folding his hands behind his ass and taking up a perfect position, his cock proudly jutting forward. “Yes, S-sir.”
The End