A/N: Hello again! 'Tis me!

I'm still getting over residual fluffy feelings from writing this chapter! Nothing gets me like grammatically questionable proclamations of love! : P

Yeah, this chapter is dedicated to all the amazing people from my school's version of Guys and Dolls who I recently found out were reading this. You are all awesome and I hope you love this chapter as much as I loved writing it!

Btw The official Bicely theme song is now Red Lights by Tiesto. (It makes sense if you think about it)

Well, without further ado, what you've all (hopefully) been waiting for,

TELLING NATHAN!

-The overly excited BaconWrappedRainbows

"Benny, are you sure this is a good idea? 'Cause I'm havin' second thoughts right now."

Benny rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yes, I'm sure, come on," he assured his boyfriend, grabbing Nicely's hand and dragging him along the sidewalk.

"But what if he fires us?"

"He won't fire us! Nathan ain't like that. Plus, this was your idea."

"Well, I'm regrettin' havin' in now."

"Too bad, Princess. We made a deal. And we kissed on it. I think that's even more bindin' than shakin' hands."

Nicely groaned, picking up his pace to walk beside Benny. "I'm scared."

"Well, don't be," Southstreet said, intertwining his fingers with Nicely's and squeezing, ignoring the weird looks they got from other passerby.

"I'm trying," Nicely whined, giving Benny's hand a squeeze in return.

"Calm down, babe, we're here," Benny told the other man as they approached the secret location of that night's crap game. Southstreet pulled his hand out of Nicely's iron grip to open the door of the old abandoned flat.

"Benny?" Nicely muttered, stopping Benny from entering.

"What?"

"If we get fired, it's your fault."

Benny rolled his eyes and slipped an arm around Nicely's waist, dragging his somewhat reluctant companion in the house with him.

Nathan was already there, sitting at what once was the dining room table of the old flat, reading the newspaper. He looked up when he heard his employees entering.

"Oh, hello," Nathan greeted them; "You didn't need to come so early."

"It's fine, we weren't plannin' on doin' anything else," Benny replied.

Nathan got a confused expression as his glance dropped to Benny's arm that was wrapped firmly around Nicely's waist.

"Oh, and Nathan, we have an announcement to make," Benny said.

Detroit looked back up, setting the paper down. "What kind of announcement?"

Nicely buried his face into his boyfriend's forearm, bracing himself for the worst.

"You remember that night at the warehouse?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, we weren't actually that drunk that night. The thing is, Nicely and I have been dating for nearly a year."

Nathan raised his eyebrows. "Uh… What?"

"You heard right. We're dating."

Nathan looked between his employees for a few seconds, before settling on Benny again. "Wow… I… didn't know that two guys could do that…"

"Well, we are."

"Uh… Congratulations, then…" he said.

Nicely finally relaxed a bit. "So… you ain't gonna fire us?" The question provoked an unimpressed glare from Benny.

"Well, no… I ain't gonna fire you over this, it's just a little weird, that's all…"

"Thank you, Nathan. I'm glad you accept us," Benny said, adjusting his grip on his boyfriend's waist.

"No problem. As long as me bein' okay with it doesn't distract you from your work."

Benny laughed. "Don't worry Nathan, we'll still be the same."

"Good."

"Just one more thing," Benny started, "Would it be alright if we told everyone at tonight's game?"

Nicely looked at Benny, his eyes widening in shock.

"Um, sure," replied Nathan, "but I can't guarantee everyone's gonna be okay with it."

Benny smiled. "We'll take the chance."

/*/*/*/

"Benny…"

"What?"

"I'm scared again."

Benny sighed. "You wanna leave for a minute?"

Nicely nodded.

Benny grabbed Nicely's wrist and they made their way out of the crowded room. As the front door of the flat closed behind them, it muffled the sound of the game going on inside, leaving them alone on the silent, darkened alley.

Nicely thought Benny was going to be annoyed with him, so was surprised when the taller man gently took him in his arms, leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek.

"It's all gonna be okay, Princess, don't worry 'bout anything," he muttered.

"But what if—"

Benny touched a finger to Nicely's lips. "Shh. Don't you think about it." He dropped both his hands to Johnson's waist, hugging him even closer.

Nicely buried his face in Benny's chest, feeling his boyfriend's warmth enclosing him, and he felt safe. They stayed like that for almost five minutes, and Nicely was almost calm in his boyfriend's strong arms.

"Are you still scared, Nicely?"

"A bit."

Benny pulled back enough to give his boyfriend a short kiss. "It's okay, baby. I'll do all the talkin'. You just try not to run away, alright?"

Nicely smiled despite himself, nodding.

"Good. Now, I need you to do one thing for me. I need you to remember, no matter what they say, no matter what happens in there, or anywhere, for that matter, that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything else. Can you do that for me, Nicely Johnson?"

Nicely nodded again.

"Thank you. Can we go in now?"

"Okay."

Benny smiled, reaching for the doorknob.

"Wait!"

Southstreet turned back. "What is it, sweetheart? I thought you were all ready."

Nicely draped his arms around the taller man's neck. "I love you."

Benny smiled. "I love you, too," he muttered, before closing the gap between their mouths in a swift kiss. Benny pulled away all too soon, and Nicely's eyes were still closed as Southstreet asked:

"Now can we go in?"

Nicely opened his eyes, meeting his boyfriend's gaze. "Alright."

Benny smirked, turning to finally opening the door to the flat, and letting Nicely in after him. They located Nathan in the dense crowd of crapshooters, and Benny gave his boss a meaningful look. He smiled and nodded, before somehow managing to quiet down the gamblers. Benny thanked him and made his way to the center of the room. To his surprise, Nicely voluntarily followed him.

"Hello, gentlemen," Benny started, "I'm just as anxious as you are to get back to my favorite game, so I'll promise to make this quick. But I have something very important to tell you."

"Get to the point, Pretty Boy!" called an impatient Harry the Horse.

Benny was unfazed by the less-than-polite comment. "Alright, alright. This'll won't take more than five minutes, I promise.

"So I know that most of you here feel the same about love as I used to. Most of you think that love is a waste of our time and it forces us to go out of our way to please our dolls. Well, about a year ago, I found out this ain't quite true. I did become yet another of love's victims, but not in the way you'd expect. You see, I didn't fall for a girl. I love a guy."

This provoked confused mutters from the crapshooters.

"But not just any guy, either," Benny continued, "I fell in love with my favorite guy on the planet, my best friend, Nicely Johnson. And when I found out he felt the same about me, there were no words to explain how happy I was. That happiness hasn't worn off in our ten months as a couple. I couldn't have wished for a better partner. We do everything together, we hardly ever fight, and I'd like to say we love each other far more than normal. The best part is, Nicely ain't a doll, so he's okay with me gamblin' since he does it too!"

The onlookers' facial expressions were varied now; some approving, some confusion, some disgust, and some happy. But everyone was quiet as Benny turned to Nicely, a loving smile on his face.

"So I ain't surprised that I find myself hopin' to spend the rest of my life with you, Nicely; living with you, workin' with you, growing old with you, and every day holdin' you in my arms and tellin' you that I love you. 'Cause I do love you, and I always will. Now and until the day I die, and forever after that."

Nicely was blushing as Benny took his hands in his own. "I can't really put into words how much I love you, Nicely. I don't think there are any words in this language to describe it. But I can come up with something to ask you that might come close."

Benny lowered himself on one knee. "Alexander Lee Johnson, will you marry me?"

Nicely's jaw dropped in shock. He stared at Benny with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. That one second of silence was deafening, every single person in the room was waiting on Nicely's response. He smiled.

"Yes, I'll marry you, Benny!"

Southstreet smiled widely, getting back up and hugging his new fiancé close to him. Almost all of the gamblers clapped and cheered, and someone yelled something along the lines of: "Just kiss already!"

Nicely pulled back from Benny's hug enough to press his lips to Southstreet's, and they kissed until they couldn't contain their smiles any longer.