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psychosistr · 6 years ago

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Second Chances & Bloody Nights- Jonawagon Vampire!AU Chapter 7

Summary: Speedwagon arrives at the park to meet Jonathan, unprepared for the romantic evening that is about to be sprung upon him.

Notes: Sorry this chapter’s a little long, I just didn’t feel like breaking it up ^^”

Speedwagon pulled his pocket watch out and double-checked the time as he walked slowly to the park. He still had a few minutes to spare and didn’t want to be rude by arriving too soon. Jonathan had seemed pretty eager about this and Speedwagon would hate to arrive early and spoil the surprise.

Part of him was still anxious to find out what all of this was about. He was glad to finally get some answers, he just wasn’t sure what to expect. Earlier in the evening, he’d felt certain that Jonathan was thinking about leaving him to return to Erina, but then, in the kitchen, he’d sworn he wouldn’t leave Speedwagon with such sincerity and honesty that it made Speedwagon’s heart skip a few beats. The way he stared at Speedwagon and touched him certainly didn’t help matters either…

Speedwagon quickly shook those thoughts from his head. ‘No, no, stop thinkin’ like that! Jonathan just..got a bit too touchy again..no different than usual lately..’

Thinking that way did nothing for the butterflies in his stomach or the flutter of his heart as he remembered how close the two had stood to each other…how the coolness of Jonathan’s hand contrasted against his burning hot cheek…how Jonathan slowly leaned in closer, looking as if he wanted to ki-

“Bloody ‘ell, stop that!” Speedwagon quietly cursed at himself and slapped his cheeks a couple of times with his hands, glad that no one was around to see such a display. “It ain’t like that, so stop thinkin’ ‘bout it like it is!�� He took a deep breath to compose himself and looked up at the full moon shining brightly in the sky. It was a calming, sobering sight- to see the moon shining as steadily as ever. He sighed and adjusted his hat slightly, hiding his eyes from the light above as he spoke sternly to himself. “Robert, y’ ‘opeless fool..just accept it ain’t gonna ‘appen. ‘e’s alive and calls y’ ‘is friend..that’s more ‘an enough.”

After taking one more deep breath to calm what remained of his flustered nerves, Speedwagon finished his walk towards the park. He saw Jonathan waiting at the gates for him, the cloak he’d grabbed earlier draped around him and the hood pulled up to hide his face from everyone else. Speedwagon would always recognize him, regardless of what he wore…

“Speedwagon!” Jonathan greeted him with an excited smile. “I’m so glad you made it- right on time, too.”

Speedwagon smiled back, the joy Jonathan was radiating feeling highly contagious. “Course I made it- it’d be rude t’ keep a gentleman waitin’, right?” He offered with a tip of his hat.

Jonathan chuckled and pulled his hood down after making sure no one else was around to see. “I suppose it would, yes.” He took off the cloak fully, revealing two things: The first was that he had changed into the spare clothes he’d brought with him earlier, now wearing a much nicer white button up shirt, a dark red cravat, black pants, and a pair of polished dress shoes. The second was that the hand which was previously hidden beneath the cloak was holding a small bouquet of beautiful red roses wrapped in white paper. Jonathan held the flowers out towards Speedwagon with a charming smile. “Here, these are for you.”

Speedwagon tried to rationalize what was going on as he took the offered flowers. That fluttering feeling was returning with a vengeance and it was making red bloom across his cheeks despite his best efforts. “Oh, um, thank y’ kindly, Jonathan.” This felt almost like a- no, no, it couldn’t be…

Jonathan opened the gate for Speedwagon with a polite bow and a sweeping gesture of his free hand. “After you, Robert.”

“Thanks…” Speedwagon walked through, his head spinning slightly as it continued trying to rationalize what was going on. Jonathan hardly ever called him by his first name, and he was being EXTRA gentlemanly tonight.

Jonathan followed after him, walking alongside Speedwagon and even being so bold as to slip an arm around Speedwagon’s waist as they walked. He looked down at Speedwagon with an adoring smile, looking him over as if he was appraising a fine piece of artwork. “You look lovely tonight, Robert.”

Speedwagon’s face turned red at that- the remark catching him completely by surprise. “W-Wha’? I-I look the same as ever…”

Jonathan’s smile only grew, the hand around Speedwagon’s waist pulling him ever so much closer to Jonathan’s side. “I know.” The statement was simple, but the true meaning behind it was not lost on Speedwagon: Jonathan was implying that Speedwagon ALWAYS looked lovely.

Speedwagon pulled his hat down to hide his face from Jonathan’s fond gaze. ‘Wow..that’s..what the bloody ‘ell’s goin’ on here? The outfit, the roses, the way ‘e’s ‘oldin’ me..if I didn’ know any better, I’d swear this was a-’

His thoughts came to a screeching halt as Jonathan lead him up a small hill to their destination. Jonathan pulled back the hanging leaves of a weeping willow tree to reveal a small table set for two as if it was at a fancy restaurant: The white-cloth covered table was tiny, barely big enough for two people so it gave off a feeling of intimacy with how close the two chairs were to each other. A covered plate was already waiting on the table, along with a bottle of wine and the proper glasses and silverware. Then, in the middle of the table, there was a single lit candle that provided a tiny bit of additional light other than the bits of moonlight that filtered through the leaves above whenever the wind rustled the branches.

It was, by far, the most romantic thing that Speedwagon had ever seen.

When Jonathan pulled out a chair for him with a smile and a bow of his head, Speedwagon could only move numbly towards it and sit.

It was getting harder and harder to say this wasn’t a date…

~A few minutes before Speedwagon’s arrival~

Jonathan paced nervously by the gate to the park as he waited for Speedwagon’s arrival, running through a mental checklist of everything he’d prepared for the evening and how he had come to obtain it all.

‘Okay, the table is set…’

Jonathan knocked on the small dwelling that he knew quite a few residents of Ogre Street to reside at. Thankfully, one of the men he was looking for was the one to answer the door.

“Mr.Joestar?” Tattoo asked curiously when Jonathan lifted the hood of his cloak briefly to give Tattoo a peek of his face without letting any possible passerby’s see him. “Wha’ brings y’ ‘ere?”

Jonathan smiled nervously. “Sorry to impose, but I could use your help. Kempo Master’s as well, if you are both available.”

Tattoo invited him in with a jerk of his head and Jonathan followed. After Kempo Master was called into the room and any other residents were shooed out of it, Jonathan bashfully explained the gist of what he was looking to do for the evening. The whole time they listened, the two men had knowing smiles on their faces.

When Jonathan finished laying out his plan, Kempo Master nodded in understanding. “That is quite a lot to get done on such short notice.”

Jonathan sighed as he reached into his pocket. “I know, that is why I need your help to make it happen- I know I would not be able to do this on my own.” He pulled out a golden wedding ring from his pocket and held it out towards the other two men. “To help with funds, I would like you to sell this for me. You two may keep whatever money is left over as thanks for your help, as well as an apology for what you went through due to my ‘outburst’ before.”

Tattoo took the ring and stared Jonathan as if he was crazy. “Wha-?! Mr.Joestar, isn’ tha’ your-?”

Jonathan nodded, cutting off Tattoo’s exclamation. “It is. I am afraid it is the only possession I have that is worth much of anything. I wish I did not have to part with it, but, in the end, it is merely a symbolic trinket- the meaning and emotion it represents shall remain in my heart, for all eternity.”

Jonathan looked at the golden band with a fond smile. He would always love Erina, and their wedding would forever remain one of the happiest days of his life. But, in the end, the ring was merely an item. Many did not even exchange rings to prove they loved each other during such ceremonies, it was only the wealthy that did such things as a show of opulence. If doing this would bring more love and happiness into his life, then he was willing to part with the physical item, so long as he kept the emotional weight of it alive in his heart for the rest of his unnatural life.

“……” Kempo Master eyed the ring for a minute before standing up and walking out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with a small table and a pair of chairs. “You may use these for the night- that should help reduce the cost a little.”

Jonathan smiled gratefully as he looked at the small wooden furniture. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

‘The food should stay warm for at least another ten to fifteen minutes…’

Jonathan looked up from the cutting board he was using when he heard the door nearby open and close. He saw Tattoo entering the kitchen with a wooden box held in one of his large arms.

“Where’d y’ wan’ this, Mr.Joestar?” He asked while shifting the box from one arm to the other.

Jonathan gestured to a spot on the counter beside him. “Right there is fine. Thank you.” Jonathan then returned to slicing up the potatoes he had been working on before Tattoo walked in, trying to mentally recall the recipes he’d looked up to make sure he had everything he would need.

They had managed to find an inn with a kitchen that was willing to let them borrow their cookware and appliances in exchange for a few pounds. Jonathan happily agreed to this (after Tattoo and Kempo Master talked the inn keeper down in price, calling the man a con artist for trying to extort Jonathan out of more money than his time in the kitchen was truly worth) and got to work on the food for Speedwagon’s dinner.

Tattoo looked over the ingredients that Jonathan had already prepared, and the ones he’d been asked to pick up in the box. “You’re really goin’ all-out for ‘im, huh?”

Jonathan smiled softly as he worked, moving the cut parts of the potatoes aside to slice some meat that Tattoo brought him. “I feel that he is well worth it.”

Tattoo eyed him curiously, waiting idly for Kempo Master to return so they could get started on the next part of Jonathan’s plan. “ ‘e means a lot to y’, don’ he?”

Jonathan’s smile turned a touch bashful as he nodded, never taking his eyes off of his work. “He does. Speedwagon is…quite special. I honestly do not know what would have become of me if not for him..several times over, in fact..I want to make everything as perfect for tonight as possible. He deserves nothing less.”

Tattoo seemed pleased by that answer as he clapped a hand against Jonathan’s back with a grin. “Y’ should tell ‘im that- bet it’d ‘elp your case a bit.”

Jonathan smiled back at the other man, careful not to cut himself with the knife. “I shall keep that in mind.”

‘And the flowers look perfect…’

Jonathan lagged behind Tattoo and Kempo Master as the three headed to the park with their provisions for the night. Kempo Master carried the small box of silverware and other items for the table. Tattoo, being the strongest next to Jonathan himself, carried the table and chairs with ease. Jonathan carried the covered dinner plate, excited and hopeful about what was to come of it.

On their way to the park, Jonathan spotted a young girl out selling flowers from a cart. While Jonathan was slightly saddened to see a girl no older than ten or eleven out on her own at night trying to earn money, he was also struck with an idea.

Walking over to the young girl, Jonathan offered a polite bow of his head. “Pardon me, my lady, but would you happen to have any roses?”

The girl nodded eagerly, clearly excited to have a customer. “Uh huh! Would y’ like red or white, mistah?”

“The red, please.” Jonathan answered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the remaining money he had for the night. Because of Kempo Master’s resourcefulness with the table and the way the two men had bartered with the innkeeper, Jonathan had plenty of money to spare for a gift.

After wrapping the flowers in a white piece of paper to make sure the thorns wouldn’t prick him, the girl handed the small bouquet of beautiful red roses to Jonathan. “Here y’ go, sir!”

“Thank you very much.” Jonathan smiled down at her and handed her plenty of money to cover the flowers, as well as a little bit extra. “Please, do keep the change and be sure to buy yourself something warm to drink tonight.”

The girl took the money and bowed her head gratefully. “Wow! I will! Thanks, mistah!”

Jonathan jogged a little to catch up to the other two, who had stopped to wait for him with knowing grins on both of their faces. “Sorry, I just-”

Tattoo waved his apology off casually with the hand that was balancing the chairs. “I’s fine, Mr.Joestar.”

Kempo Master nodded his agreement, apparently trying not to laugh at Jonathan’s bashful expression. “It was a good call- Speedwagon likes roses.”

Jonathan looked back up from the small bouquet. “Really? I had no idea.”

Tattoo shrugged as they resumed walking to the park. “Eh, ‘e don’ really bring it up. Gotta look tough when y’ live like we ‘ave. Every now an’ then, though, we’d catch ‘im stoppin’ t’ look at some or pickin’ up one someone dropped t’ stick in ‘is suit or ‘is ‘at.”

Jonathan couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He had bought the flowers completely on impulse, not knowing if Speedwagon would like them or not, simply feeling the need to give a token of his affections in a simple and pure way. He was relieved to know his intuition had guided him correctly and he’d found something that Speedwagon would like.

“Okay.” Jonathan took in a deep breath (more out of habit than a need for actual air anymore). “Everything is ready and it’s nearly time. All that is left is to go through with it. No running away. No second guessing myself. I WILL go through with this.”

His enhanced vampire hearing picked up the sound of footsteps approaching and he saw Speedwagon heading his way. Taking one last calming breath to steel his nerves, Jonathan greeted the other man with a smile, ready to put his plan into action.

~Shortly after Speedwagon’s arrival~

Jonathan sat across from Speedwagon at the small table, smiling contently. He gazed fondly while watching the blonde enjoy the meal that Jonathan had painstakingly prepared for him on such short notice. He had offered to hold the roses for Speedwagon as he ate, the two making small talk to ease tension from both parties involved.

“Mmmhh..” Speedwagon made a pleased sound as he ate a bite of the roast duck, quickly cutting himself another piece. “This food’s amazin’, Jojo!”

Jonathan smiled more at the praise, pleased to hear that his hard work was not wasted. “I’m glad you like it. I will admit, I was worried I might mess something up, seeing as it was my first time making something so elaborate.”

Jonathan’s eyes glanced down to the small feast he’d made for the evening: As a starter, he prepared some simple but refreshing cucumber finger sandwiches. Then, for the main course, the roast duck with a savory glaze that Speedwagon was currently enjoying. For the side dishes, a healthy helping of roasted mixed vegetables and potatoes au gratin (the potatoes had been the hardest part to prepare, but he was pleased with how they turned out). Finally, for dessert, after several failed attempts and burned batches, he had managed to make some simple homemade chocolates with various fruit fillings.

“Say, Jojo, I hate t’ be rude an’ ask..but..” Speedwagon swallowed his mouthful and dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “Where’d y’ get all this? It couldn’ ‘ve been cheap.”

Jonathan simply shook his head with a calm smile. “The price did not matter to me. I simply sold off something that I…no longer needed.” He reached across the table and carefully brushed a lock of Speedwagon’s long hair behind one of his ears. “Having the chance to treat you in such a way was more than worth the cost- worth more than anything, really.”

Jonathan felt as well as saw the blood rushing to Speedwagon’s cheeks and the tips of his ears. It was a lovely shade of red on him that accentuated his cheekbones as well as the scar across his face in the most adorable way. Part of his mind wanted to run his lips and tongue across those blood-reddened cheeks and Jonathan honestly wasn’t sure which part of him it was, the human or the vampire. Either way, it was becoming harder and harder to resist the urge to simply kiss the beautiful man sitting across from him.

“Y..Y’ don’ ‘ave t’ do stuff like this for me, y’ know..” Speedwagon answered while glancing away from Jonathan’s adoring gaze, bringing the brim of his hat down to cover the sight of those red cheeks from Jonathan’s view. “I’m plenty ‘appy with anythin’ y’ make for me…”

“I know..” Jonathan moved his hand up and slowly tipped Speedwagon’s hat back enough so they could look each other in the eyes again, Jonathan responding to Speedwagon’s flustered and confused expression with a soft smile. “But I wanted to do this for you.” His fingertips trailed down until his hand was tenderly cupping Speedwagon’s cheek, his thumb once again caressing that handsome scar. “I want to do this sort of thing for you more often: I want to sleep with you in my arms every day and wake to see your face every night. I want to cook meals that make you smile and sit and converse with you as you eat them. I want to bring you roses and other small gifts that bring you joy and spoil you any way I can. I want to stay by your side, doing those things, for as long as we both live.”

“J..Jonathan..” He felt Speedwagon’s heartbeat racing through his fingertips, could see the reluctant hope and confusion in his eyes even as his cheeks continued to burn red hot. “Is that..w..wha’ y’ wanted t’ say t’ me t’night..?”

“It is part of it, yes.” Jonathan admitted. He looked towards the flickering flame of the candle. “While you were away, before I was informed of the crash, I came to a rather startling discovery. You see, I took some time to organize and analyze my thoughts and feelings..and..well..I came to the conclusion that..” He took a deep breath, closed his eyes to steel his nerves once more, deciding to bite the metaphorical bullet and say it. He opened his eyes and looked directly into Speedwagon’s own. “I am in love with you, Robert.”

“?!!!” The way that Speedwagon’s eyes widened was almost comical. Jonathan briefly thought of how he hadn’t seen Speedwagon’s eyes in such a state since they’d fought Dio and seen his plethora of bizarre minions and monstrous creatures.

Jonathan smiled and gazed forlornly up at the sky through the moving leaves above them. “It took me so long to realize it, but, once I came to terms with it, it was like a dam burst within me. So many things I had been blind to before suddenly became clear as day. It was a bit terrifying, being so overwhelmed by that strong of a feeling, but it was also so uplifting. I wanted so badly to talk to you about it once you returned home, to open up to you and confess my deepest feelings..but..when I was told that you were dead..I..I lost myself..” He closed his eyes, remembering the bitterness and rage that consumed him. “I was consumed with regret. The thought that I would never get to see your face again was already hard enough, but to know, on top of it, that I never got a chance to tell you how I felt and to think of all the time I foolishly wasted by being blind to my own feelings..well, suffice to say it was far beyond unpleasant. I will admit that, during that time, a large part of me simply wished to give up living- both because I could not bear to go on by myself, and because I wished for a chance to simply be with you once more, even if it was in the afterlife.” He opened his eyes again, catching a passing glimpse of the moon over head. “When you returned, I knew I had to tell you, so as not to make the same mistake should similar misfortune happen again. My nerves got the better of me for a while, I am ashamed to say, which was why I invited you out tonight- I needed a setting which would force me to come clean to you.” He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the world lifted from his chest as he slowly looked back down to see Speedwagon’s face. “It is alright if you do not feel the same, I simply wanted to tell you how I-”

Jonathan froze at what he saw: Speedwagon was looking down at the table in front of him. The brim of his hat had slid down to hide his eyes once more. His lower lip was being held between his teeth and looked like it might start to bleed any moment now. The part that confused and worried Jonathan most, though, were the twin trails of tears shining wetly down Speedwagon’s face. Speedwagon mumbled something that Jonathan didn’t quite catch.

“What? Robert, I don’t understand, did I say something wro-” Jonathan was beyond worried now, but, before he had a chance to finish his question, Speedwagon stood up, knocking away Jonathan’s hand in the process and slamming both hands down on the table.

“Yes!” Speedwagon yelled, his voice raw and hurt and Jonathan couldn’t understand WHY. “Wha’ kind o’ sick joke are y’ playin’ at?! Who put y’ up to it?! Bet it was Tattoo and Kempo Master! Well, t’ ‘ell with the lot o’ y’!”

Speedwagon turned to leave, but Jonathan grabbed his arm, preventing him from doing so. “Wait! Robert, please, I don’t understand: What do Tattoo and Kempo Master have to do with this? Why would you think this is a joke?”

Speedwagon snatched his arm away, but didn’t move to leave again. “Oh please, this ‘as their stench all over it.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the table. “The cloth ‘ides it, but I KNOW that’s the table from their flat.” He moved his arm back around, his fists clenching at his sides. “Then there’s the roses- they’re the only ones that know I like the bloody flowers.” His arms came up, wrapping around and holding himself as if he was about to fall apart. “And..they’re the only ones..that’d know ‘ow badly I wanted t’ ‘ear those words from you…” His shoulders trembled and Jonathan could hear the sob in his voice. “It..I’s not fair, damn it! They knew I loved y’ since the day we met..an..an’ they still..god damn it, why’d y’ go along with somethin’ like that?!”

Jonathan’s eyes softened in understanding and he moved closer, wrapping his own arms around Speedwagon. His hands gently rested atop Speedwagon’s own and his forehead pressed tenderly to the back of the blonde’s golden locks. “Robert..nobody made me go along with anything. I will admit that Tattoo and Kempo Master helped me set everything up for the night, but I was the one who went to them for help because I wanted tonight to be perfect for you. Kempo Master allowed me to borrow the table, and I picked the roses out myself- though they did tell me about your preference for them afterwards.” He felt Speedwagon trembling in his arms and held him closer. “Besides, do you really think they would do something so cruel to you? They are your friends and they agreed to help me tonight because they care about your happiness.” He gently kissed the back of the other’s head, his tone of voice equally as gentle. “What’s more, do you truly believe that I, of all people, would do such a thing?”

Speedwagon’s response was a sniffle and a weak, barely audible “No.” He tilted his head further down as he sobbed quietly. “I just..I thought..you’d never..”

“I know.” Jonathan gently turned Speedwagon around in his arms to face him, the shorter man’s face still hidden by his hat and the angle at which his head was tilted “You tried to hide your feelings because you thought there was no way they would ever be reciprocated. That is what you meant years ago, when I returned, about ‘losing me twice already’, isn’t it? You felt you lost me once to Erina, and then again at sea.”

Speedwagon gave the tiniest of nods, his hat unmoving. “I..I jus’..wanted y’ t’ be ‘appy..as long as I could be with y’ in some way..I’d ‘ve been ‘appy, long as you were, too..I knew Erina’d be better for y’ than someone like me could ever be..”

Jonathan reached one hand up and felt his way to Speedwagon’s face, gently wiping his tears away. “You give yourself far too little credit, Robert. You are an amazing person- you’re kind, compassionate, clever, strong, brave, and loyal like no other man could ever hope to be. You’re the man that I love with all of my heart.” He offered a small smile down at the other man, even if he couldn’t see it. “I pray that, despite everything I have put you through, that I am still a man that you do- or, eventually could- love, as well?”

Speedwagon didn’t answer for a minute, sniffling once more before retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket and scrubbing at his face with the white cloth. “God damn you…” He tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket before finally looking up enough to meet Jonathan’s eyes again. His brown eyes were tinged red from his tears and still shimmering wetly with a few remaining ones that threatened to spill any moment. Still, despite the state of his eyes, his smile was as bright as the sun itself. “Course I still love y’, damn it. Think that’d stop after all these years?”

Jonathan gazed at Speedwagon’s smiling face, thinking to himself that if he could see that smile every day for the rest of his life, then he would never miss the sun again. “Forgive me for keeping you waiting so long, then.” He wrapped one arm around Speedwagon’s waist and tipped his head back slightly with the other, leaning closer. “May I offer you a token of both my sincerest apologies, as well as my ever growing affection?”

Speedwagon failed to suppress a snort and a laugh at Jonathan’s choice of words, his smile growing into a full-blown grin. “That’s the nicest way I’ve EVER been asked for a kiss in me life. And, yes, you may, or I’ll be forced to do it meself.” His cheeks turned the tiniest bit red as he spoke, but he still never looked away from Jonathan’s eyes.

“Well, it would be rather rude to do that now, wouldn’t it?” Jonathan tilted his head down and pressed his chilled lips to Speedwagon’s warm ones, finally fulfilling both of their desires in one simple motion.

The kiss was beyond amazing. Jonathan felt warmth coursing through him like a spark, reminding him briefly of how it felt when he could use his hamon, except this was so much more exhilarating. Every spot their bodies touched felt like it was conducting electricity right into Jonathan’s very being, making him long for more.

The gentle kiss soon changed from closed-mouth and chaste, to something much more passionate as the two apparently tried to put several years’ worth of feelings into one action- and it seemed to be working. Jonathan’s tongue swept out along Speedwagon’s lips, silently asking for entry. Speedwagon eagerly opened his mouth to Jonathan’s questing tongue and moaned softly into the kiss as Jonathan explored every inch of his lover’s mouth. They clung to each other desperately, almost afraid to let go and end the moment.

Alas, all good things eventually come to an end. This end came in the form of Speedwagon’s legs growing weak and his breath running short- just because Jonathan didn’t need to breathe, didn’t mean Speedwagon had the same luxury.

Speedwagon broke the kiss first, pulling away just enough to rapidly intake the oxygen he needed to continue living while still staying pressed flush against Jonathan. “Ah..hah..bloody ‘ell..think that’s the..the first time..I’ve LITERALLY been kissed breathless..”

Jonathan tried to look apologetic, he really did, but it was hard to do so when he couldn’t stop smiling. “I suppose I shall have to practice until I learn to leave you breathless in far better ways, won’t I?”

Speedwagon chuckled and lightly slapped Jonathan’s shoulder, practically grinning from ear to ear. “Never would’ve pegged y’ for such a cheeky flirt.”

Jonathan winked with the slightest bit of a teasing smirk. “I prefer the term ‘hopeless romantic’. And I’m afraid you will simply have to get used to it, as I do not plan on stopping such behavior anytime soon.”

Speedwagon laughed and wrapped his arms around Jonathan’s neck, pressing their foreheads together. “Oh well, can’t say I’ll complain ‘bout it TOO much…’course, if me mouth was occupied, it’d be a bit easier t’ do so.”

Jonathan chuckled, catching onto what Speedwagon meant, and wrapped both of his arms around the smaller man’s waist. “I believe I can assist in that matter.”

And with that the two were locked in yet another kiss. It felt just as wonderful as the first, as it held the promise of many more to come in the years that would follow.

“I love you, Jonathan.” Speedwagon sighed between kisses.

“I love you too, Robert.” Jonathan said with a soft smile before sealing their lips together once more.

Ending Notes: Think this’ll be a good place to stop for now, but may revisit this AU later with more chapters :)

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