Why I Asked
“Oh my god get off me.”
Alexei laughed, grinding his hips into Kent. “Get off?”
“You know that’s not what i meant. Why do I love you, you are ridiculous.”
“But also am best,” Alexei said, and leant down, peppering Kent’s cheeks with kisses, one for every freckle. Or at least he tried, until Kent laughed and shoved him to the side.
Kicking his feet up in Alexei’s lap, he stretched his arms up along the length of the sofa. “What’s your resolution?”
Alexei lifted a brow. “I’m not decide yet.”
Kent scoffed. “You’re supposed to decide before the ball drops, Aloysha. Otherwise it’s bad luck.”
“Am not so superstitious,” he countered.
Kent giggled, curling onto his side and digging his toes into Alexei’s ribs, making his boyfriend laugh. “Dude, you don’t wash your socks during playoffs, and you eat freaking tinned kippers every Wednesday because you think it helps you get hat tricks.”
Alexei huffed, grabbing Kent’s foot and digging his fingers into the spot he knew he was most ticklish. Kent wriggled until he got his ankle away, but he was grinning, cheeks pink. “Asshole.”
“You love me,” Alexei said, and tugged him close by the leg. “What your resolution?”
“Pet Kit more,” Kent said simply. He looked over, Alexei’s wide brown eyes fixed on him, making him feel a little breathless. He sat up quickly, and straddled Alexei in one smooth move, cupping his cheek with one hand, grabbing his glass of champagne with the other. “Kiss you more,” he said, and then did just that.
Alexei’s hands went to Kent’s hips, gripping him tight. “What else?” he asked, soft and quiet.
Kent cocked his head to the side. “Buy more bath bombs with glitter in them.”
Alexei laughed. “You buy more, you own Lush shop. Bathroom is Lush shop. Have too many, already.”
Kent shrugged. “I literally cannot possibly own too many.” He leant in and nuzzled his nose along Alexei’s. “What’s yours?” he whispered.
Alexei dragged his hands through Kent’s hair, mussing his cowlicks, then kissed the corners of his mouth. “Marry you,” he said simply.
Kent stared, then coughed out a, “Jesus Christ, that had better not be your proposal. I want a fucking ring, you jerk!”
Alexei laughed, and pushed his face into Kent’s neck, biting him. “I’m get ring. Big sapphire, see the moon in it.”
“The moon,” Kent repeated, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. “Fuck you.”
Alexei tiled his head up. “After midnight, I’m do that. Right now I’m just want kiss you.”
Kent set his glass down before doing just that, over and over, lips dancing, pulling at each other until they were spit-slick and swollen. “I’ll say yes,” Kent said. He heard the crowd on TV counting, and screaming, and singing. Three. Two. One. “I’ll say yes,” he repeated again.
Alexei grinned, blinding, fierce, holding Kent tight. “I know,” he said. “Is why I ask.”