This is for Matt-EdgeChick. I hope you'll like it!
Happy reading!
The sand:
For the first day (almost night, it was around 8pm), there were together at the swimming pool so they basically didn't leave any space for the rest of the hotel's clients. Not that any of them minded too much: The Hardys, Justin and Evan where having their own fun by jumping from the highest trampoline.
"Are you sure that those four didn't used to do high diving in another life?" Punk asked. He, Legacy, Kofi, Miz, Alex and Heath were inside the pool, but because of the other four it was almost impossible to swim.
The rest were on the loungers, enjoying the warm Sun, however Seth and Sheamus were under a parasol, the older man not wanting to get burned again.
"They definitely could have been." Roman answered, looking after his boyfriend.
"I agree." Adam mumbled before sipping on his drink. "Man, this is paradise." He said and someone nodded.
"Wrong. It would be paradise if I wasn't getting splashed every five seconds." Hunter growled.
"I can take care of one of them." The oldest Canadian stated. "Beau. Come here." He said and Matt smiled jumping and going out of the water to go next to him.
"What is it?" He asked, lying next to the blond, who wrapped an arm around him lazily.
"You were splashing Hunt." He replied, caressing the wet dark hair and Matt snorted, making clear that he didn't care at all. "Be nice, you brat."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we go to the beach?" He asked.
"Sure love." They stood up and said good-bye to the rest who waved at them too.
They went to their room and changed their clothes for dry ones and then made their way to the beach. It was almost dark and there was no need of using shoes to avoid the usually hot sand, reason for which they were going bare foot.
Matt had his head on Adams shoulder, Adam's arm was wrapped around Matt shoulder and his hand was playing with the younger neck. Matt sat down on the beach, forcing Adam to sit next to him, once the blond was in the same position he was, the American curled up next to him.
"Adds?"
"Yeah beau?" The older asked in reply.
"I love you." He mumbled under his breath.
"And I love you sweetheart." He answered, nibbling at his ear softly.
They stood there, not doing anything at all, just sharing time and enjoying the company of each other, arms wrapped around the beloved one. After a while Adam realised that Matt was staring at the wet sand and he did it too, suddenly seeing what was his baby watching: the wet sand sparkled when the water retrieved.
It was beautiful. It was almost magic.
About ten minutes later Matt moved and kneeled in front of the water and wrote Adam Joseph Copeland and smiled when the water erase it. The blond hugged him from behind, also kneeling and kissed his shoulder.
"What are you doing my love?" He asked.
"You see this?" He pointed at the name that was still readable.
"I do. What about it?"
"The day that the water that has washed your name off evaporates it'll be the day that we will be broken." He answered and put his hands on Adam's ones, squeezing them.
At that, the Canadian did the same with his boyfriend's name. "The day the sand where I have written your name disappears it'll be the day that we will be broken." He repeated, kissing his cheek and then his lips. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever lain my eyes on." He whispered.
"Oh Addy…" The brunette whispered, smiling and pressing his back harder against the other man's chest.
"Let's go walk a bit. I want to enjoy this wonderful night with the person I love the most." He stood up and raised his boyfriend. Matt laid his head on his shoulder again and wrapped an arm around his waist while with his other hand entwined his fingers with the hand hanging on his shoulder.
After a few minutes of walking Adam forced Matt to sit down on a rock and then kneeled on one knee and smiled at him, before taking a ring-box from his pocket.
"Matty, we've known each other for ages and even though we had our problems we have been able to get over them. We have been together for five years and I hope, running. This is why I want to ask you something: will you marry me, my prince?" He asked, his heart pounding hard on his chest, just like if it was going to break his damn bones.
"Yes, yes." He covered his mouth with his hands and let the crystalline tears run down his cheeks.
"Oh my love…" Adam slipped the simple silver ring with a single diamond on Matt's ring finger of his right hand. "I love you, so, so much."
Matt tackled the blond to the sand and kissed him, his eyes still watery from the emotion when he realised something.
"Adds? I think the ring goes on the left hand, not the right." He said, rising his hand to admire it.
"I know. But since I decided that I was going to ask you here I thought that I should do it according to their beliefs." He explained, rubbing his back.
"How long have you been planning this?" Matt asked, his head resting on Adam's chest.
"Since I knew we were coming here." He answered. "I wanted it to be perfect. You deserve it." He said, stroking the soft silky hair.
"I love you." Matt mumbled. "I love you so much."
"And I love you too. My fiancé." He said and then stood up, carrying the man, bridal style.
"You know we ain't married yet, right?" Matt asked, not really wanting to be put down.
"I gotta practice, don't I?" The blond asked back.
"Yeah, you have." He answered and then wrapped his arms around Adam's neck. "Can I tell Jeff?"
"Of course my love. Do you want me to leave you at his room?"
"Yes please." He said and Adam did so. "In ten minutes I'll be with you." Adam stole a kiss from him and then made his way to their room. Matt knocked the door and Jeff opened it. "Can we talk for a sec?"
"Sure bro. What's up?" The younger Hardy asked, looking at his brother puffy eyes. "Are you okay? You've been crying? Have Adam and you argued?" matt shook his head, beaming. "No, you definitely haven't, you wouldn't be smiling if you did."
"He… he asked me Jeff." The brunette said.
"Asked you what?" He blinked confused: he had no idea what his brother was talking about.
"To marry him. He asked me to marry him." He held his hand and Jeff took it, in complete disbelief.
"Oh my god! Congratulations Matthew!" He hugged the elder one and kissed his cheek. "It is so beautiful." He praised and Matt nodded: it was simple yes, but he liked things to be simple. And Adam obviously knew that. "You have to tell me. But not now, I know you are eager to go back to him." He kissed his cheek again and shook his head. "Damn Canadian…" He sighed. "I love you big brother. I'm so happy for you." He said and smiled, again.
"I love you too. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye." He walked out of the room and went to his own.
Yeah, he and Adam had a lot of problems before they talked about their feelings but he couldn't be happier: the man he loved asked him to marry him. That was the best day ever. At least for the moment, he knew that the best day of his life was going to be the day he was married to the blond.
He opened the door to his room and crawled on the bed once he had changed his clothes, next to Adam, who hugged him tightly.
"You are happy." It was a statement.
"Of course I am. You asked me to marry you, how could I not be happy?" He asked and kissed the bare chest. "I love you." He mumbled, sleep claiming him really quickly, a lot of emotions for one day.
"I love you too." He watched his lover… no, fiancé sleep curled up on his chest. His hand ran through the soft hair and then pressed a gentle and loving kiss on his forehead. He smiled: he couldn't have asked him if Matt didn't do the writing in the sand and said those words filled with love. He was so damn nervous to do it! Blessed was the sand. "I love you so much." He whispered when Matt whimpered his name.
Those were the last spoken words that night.
So, here in Spain the ring is worn in the left hand, but where the shot's happen (Catalonia) we wear it on the right hand. Don't ask me why, it's tradition. And also wears it both man and woman, but I guess they'll go to get Adam's ring in another chapter.
Next one is a Seth/Evan.
PS: By the way, I ONLY write yaoi, just in case someone thought otherwise.
