The Tale of Two Gays
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toasty_death
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Just a small conversation about marriage. It's short because I have a bunch I'm working on as of now, but to make a long story short: Dante talks about marriage, Ari gets embarrassed.

The Tale of Two Gays

//AN here-! This is going to be an Aristotle and Dante story, but completely off track from the storyline.//

"Ari, do you think we'll ever get married?"

"What?"

Dante did this, sometimes. Asked weird questions. Not that marriage was weird. But when he asked them was weird. Like now.

"Marry," he put emphasis on the word and looked at me. And I looked at him. That was weird, too.

"When will we get married?"

Now we both sat up and looked at each other.

"I heard you, I just-.." my mind went blank. You could ask me to give an oral report on how to swim, the rules for the pool by my house.

But when it comes down to it, I can't even answer something as simple as this. How sad is that?

"I'm not sure. We're still," I paused to think of the right word. "Young- ish."

That caused him to laugh.

"We're not kids, but we're not adults. We're right in the middle."

"Mhm." I hummed. As far as I was concerned, we could stay like this forever. We don't have to ever get married. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against getting married.

I'm against the concept that once you're married, you're labeled as married. Like a soup can. That's labeled. But not as married.

"Why do you ask?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you ask about getting married?"

That caused him to smile. To himself, presumably. "Ari, you are inscrutable."

There's that word again. That's me. Inscrutable Ari.

He sighed.

"I like the idea of marriage. My parents seem happy. They're even having a second kid." There was a pause.

"Do you think we'll ever have kids?"

I blinked a few times. How could he say stuff like that, as if it's normal? I silently wished that my shirt could swallow me whole as I shrugged.

"I-.. Uhm, maybe? We're not even married, yet."

For one of the first times, an unreadable expression was wiped over his face (I think it's guilt. Or regret).

"Oh- right! Did your mom tell you to wait until after marriage to have sex?"

"WhAt-" a small, guttural noise was all that escaped. "Dante," I sighed and he looked over, laughing.

"What? It's nothing to be embarrassed over. " he hummed and lightly tapped at his face. "However, if we are on that topic,"

"Nope."

"Ari,"

"I refuse to have that conversation with you, your parents, and especially not my own."

It was worth it, though. Because I saw him smile. And that smile could thaw a goddamn meat freezer. Or a heart.

"We'll save it for another time, then."

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