Lips brushed against Colby's shoulders, tracing the muscles carefully, as if Jonathan was trying to remember every inch of his body. If there was something he loved more than anything about the older man, it was how much attention he'd paid to him, in every aspect one could think of. Jon's fingers slid through the black and blond hair as his mouth trailed up to his neck, moaning softly against his skin before nuzzling his nose against Colby's bearded jaw. "Mm.. Marry me.."

Colby's lips spread into a small as he shook his head softly, head leaning back against Jon's shoulder. "No."

"You keep breaking my heart."

"Yet you're still here."

"Because I know one day you'll say yes."

Colby sighed, his fingers rubbing over Jonathan thighs under the water of their bath. "Babe, you know how I feel about marriage. I don't want it to ruin us. I like how we are now. It's so simple, so.. pure."

"So not concrete."

Colby turned slightly, brown eyes looking into Jon's own blue ones. "You know it's concrete. There's no one in the world I'd rather have than you and you've never doubted that before. Don't start now."

"I just want to be able to call you my husband. To show the world how much I love you."

"You don't need to prove it to the world cause you prove it to me every single day, Jonathan." Colby bit his lip in thought, shifting more so that he could look at Jon better. "Why don't we do something that is just for us? Like.. get matching tattoos or something. It's not a marriage, but it's something permanent to let you know that I'm yours and only yours."

Jon hummed softly, leaning his head back against the wall as his hands traveled over Colby's hips. "Tattoos?"

Nodding, Colby leaned forward to capture his lover's lips. "Tattoos. Our date or something around our ring fingers. More permanent than a ring, less hassle than planning a wedding with all that paper work and money being spent."

"And there's nothing I could possibly do to change your mind about marrying me?"

"It's been three years and I'm still saying no, Jon. I doubt there is."

Sighing, he reached a hand up to grab the back of Colby's neck, bringing his head forward and kissing him as deeply and as passionate as he would have if they did actually get married. "Okay then. Tattoos."

"We'll go this weekend."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Colby smiled as he shifted once again, legs on either side of his lover's lap as he straddled the blond man. Their lips met once again, this time in a slow caress, their tongues darting out and playing with each other, moans passing between them. Jon's hands cupped Colby's ass, pushing him closer as his hips lifted to met his lover's own, their hardened lengths rubbing against each other. Their passion was so undeniable, even three years after that night in the garage, it never died down. Jon never stopped touching Colby as if it was their first time making love, never stopped kissing him as if it was the last time their lips would met. Colby kissed back just as hungrily, hands clawing down Jon's chest as he reached between them to grip the hard shaft and guide it back to his entrance. Jon moaned in response, hips rolling up, the tip of him intruding Colby's tight hole, pushing through the rings of muscle, moaning shakily as the walls squeezed around him desperately. Hands gripped Colby's ass tighter, pulling the thick cheeks apart as he slid himself in deeper and deeper, ignoring the water as he sloshed over the top of the tub, spilling onto the floor. Their lips never parted, kissing through heavy breathing, through mumblings of love and taking huge gusts of air. They made love slowly as the sun rose outside, streaks pouring into the small bathroom window canceling out the candles they'd lit up.

It was moments like these that Jon would remember through the next year of their lives.

Although they wished they could have stayed in the tub all day, the real world was calling the two men and they forced themselves to break through the cocoon they'd created and join society. Jon had his own garage now and he worked a regular 9-5 schedule while Colby was finishing up his last year of graduate school. Their routine was simple: Wake up early, take a shower or bath together, have breakfast, watch the news, kiss each other goodbye before heading off to their respective duties. Colby was always home before Jon, cooking dinner and leaving it heating on low in the oven so the two of them could eat a little later. They'd watch TV, eat, then spend the rest of the night hanging out, talking, watching more TV while eating junk food, or making love. It was simple, it was calm, it was everything the both of them wanted. No, it wasn't a glamorous life, or even social, going out to club and what have you, but it was theirs and they loved every single second of it.

That day, though, something was different. That day, everything changed, though they wouldn't know it did until a few weeks after. Jon came home, greasy as usual, but the house was too settled. There was no smell of food in the air, no movement. He wondered if Colby had gone out to buy dinner instead of cooking and fished his phone out of his pocket, seeing no missed call or text from his. Colby's keys were hung up by the door which meant he hadn't gone anywhere. "Colbs?" He called out, trying not to panic as he usually did. During the first few months they lived together, if Colby wasn't home, Jonathan would freak out thinking his lover had finally gotten tired of him and moved on, left him without so much as a word. Three years later, he knew that was never going to happen. "Colby, baby? Are you here?" Sighing, he took off his coat and hung it up, walking over to the kitchen as he shifted through his phone to call Colby. He heard the younger man's phone going off at the same time that he saw his lover's body thrown on the floor, almost life-less, not moving. "Colby!" Dropping his phone, Jonathan ran over to the two toned man and shook him, slapping his face softly as he tried to wake him up. "Baby? Colby, are you alright? Wake up, baby, come on." Reaching up, he turned on the sink, pouring some water into his hand then splashing it onto his lover's face.

Finally, after a few splashes, Colby woke up, gasping for air and he reached out to Jon and clung to him almost desperately. "Jonathan?"

"Babe? Are you okay? God, I was so fucking scared.."

"I'm okay.. I'm sorry. I'm fine." Colby frowned and looked around as if he was trying to remember where he was. "I'm okay.."

Though he wanted to ask questions, Jon didn't want to overwhelm his lover so he let it go for now, helping Colby to his feet as he wiped the water from his face with a kitchen towel. "I'll order something for dinner. You should go lay down."

"Baby, I'm okay, really. I must have just fainted."

"I understand that, but some time in bed would do you some good. Don't argue with me, you know it won't get you anywhere."

Colby sighed but didn't protest as Jon took him over to the bedroom and undressed him before putting him into bed, kissing him softly. Jon didn't want to make a big deal out of it. People fainted all the time, right? And Colby really did seem fine so why stress out? They thought the worst was over when in reality that was just the beginning.