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cosmicbash · 2 years ago

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"You really dragged me thousands of miles, over an ocean, and through three different airports just to play in some sand?" Marshall's lack of enthusiasm did little to snuff out Colson's great mood as they trudged along the cool sands of a Caribbean beach. The sun just starting to make its descent from up in the sky. Cooling the humid air significantly. "We could have just stayed in LA and done this."

Marshall's frown was alot more visual now than it had been throughout their long journey. If Colson hadn't been with him through every half hearted bitch and empty complaint he might even believe Marshall was as miserable as hes pretending.

But, of course they've been joined at the hip since his frumpy older boyfriend first landed in LA. Clingy to a fault even if he will deny it with his last breath. So Colson knows its just Marshall's stubborn side refusing to admit he actually DOES enjoy getting out of his stuffy old house on occassion.

That isn't going to stop Colson from poking fun though. "So you're saying you'd be willing to lay out on Santa Monica with me? Catch some rays, snuggle under an umbrella?"

His shoulder catches Marshall's in a soft bump. Knocking a soft huff out of the man and sending what he assumes must be a dirty look his way behind dark shades. "And die in a mob? You know what I meant." His fingers are up adjusting the rim of his hat, another kangol but this time a bucket one. The rapper ever loyal to the brand.

It makes Colson's chest warm and his mouth stretch up into a smile. He loves this version of Em. The soft white tee and cheap cargo shorts wearing guy, who looks like he could be any old tatted up middle aged dilf. So far away from the boring tracksuits and heavy gold chain that ways his neck down any other day. Marshall has always served as a breath of fresh air compared to the overly fashionable and expensive style everyone in LA needs to keep up with.

Colson loves fashion to death, and loves flexing his own wealth and creativity through it, don't get him wrong, but the normal air around this, just the two of them dressed down to go to the beach together pulls at something soft and yearninful in his chest.

"Coulda just rented out a villa with a private beach or something." Marshall's still grumbling to himself, but his palm has dropped from it's fussing with the hat to brush against Colson's in a less than subtle manner.

The blonde can bet those eyes are darting around behind the glasses, scaling the perimeter for any surprise paparazzi.

There's no one here for miles though, that's not apart of their staff at least. Colson's wallet took a serious hit to secure that, not that he will ever tell Marshall that. Hard enough stopping the bastard from playing sugar daddy.

"Pretty sure you were the one who sat around ranting that theres no such thing as a private beach in LA babe." His fingers are dancing and weaving between Marshall's not hooking together just yet, because he always likes to wait and see if the other man will man up and make the first move for pda.

He's rewarded with Marshall's fingers roughly grabbing at his for a tight hand hold less than a minute later. Dark sunglasses directed his way instead of inland this time. "Yeah, that's because there's fucking TMZ drones everywhere-" his expression, what half Colson can see becomes more animated as he speaks. "Andre's had to shoot like 4 down already-"

He could let Em ramble on into a long speech about drones and privacy and hope the release of cagey bitchy energy soothes him, but he opts for a chaste kiss instead. Head darting down and free hand up to softly life the brim of his hat out of the way.

It's quick, and dry, nothing more than a quieting brush of lips but kissing like that always feels more scandalous outside then the few times they've gotten frisky and madeout against cars or down the hall.

The pink burn across Em's cheeks show he thinks the same, but for once the man doesn't fuss about it. Just accepts the kiss and readjusts his hat to drag Colson further down the beach and thankfully away from that expected speech.

Colson loves him. He feels is bright and burning in his chest, even more than the setting sun on his skin. Marshall doesn't even have to do something special for him to feel like that. Its a thought that rushes past his brain over the smallest of moments, which helps Colson know its different from all the times in the past. It's really real this time.

"So we're vacationing all the way out here for a picnic?" Marshall's huff drags his eyes up from whereever they settled on the man's back.

Ahead of them he can see they've finally gotten close enough to the small set up of blankets and baskets Colson had some assistants help him set up earlier. The food being discreetly dropped off while he got Marshall off the couch and agreeable to a sunset walk. It's got nerves fluttering around in the younger rappers stomach like butterflies.

Suddenly the scatter of rose petals and other romantic stuff like candles feels a bit TOO much. Too cheesy for Em to take seriously.

His hesitance must cause the silence to drag on for too long because sunglasses turn to look at him again. Marshall's mouth still and expertly hiding whatever thoughts are rushing through his head.

Colson's almost about to puke, or laugh and kick some sand around and joke how it all must be a prank from his staff but then Marshall smiles. One of those rare genuine ones that he doesn't work hard to hide, or feel ashamed of showing.

"Bout time you finally treated me like the princess I am."

It's soft, and not at malicious in its tease, exactly what Colson needs in the moment to jumpstart his confidence and get him pressing close once more. Hands slipping down to a magnetic spot on Marshall's hips almost instantly.

"Figured I needed some hot sun to thaw away all the ice first."

"Oh so I'm an ice princess now? You calling me cold?"

"More frozen than an iceberg. Absolutely awful. Using the hairdryer once a night was taking way too long-" His mouth hurts at the corners from his smile. Fingers climbing to run through Marshall's soft short hair. Hardly enough to need a blow dry but Colson's done it anyway to see it fluffy multiple times.

"Tch." Marshall's eyes have to be rolling. His fingers curl into Colson's belt loops to drag him forward the rest of the way anyway.

The two of them fit snug under the sunshade, sides touching despite the expanse of blanket all around them. Colson can't help but admire the way Marshall immedatiately moves on to pulling out the food and setting up some plates. Taking the lead as if this isn't a date Colson put together for HIM instead of the other way around.

"Holy shit, you packed tacos? Really trying to butter me up tonight aren't you-"Colson figured that would be Em's favorite part, not the trip itself, just the tacos. "Maybe you're not half bad then Kells."

"Yeah, yeah," Colson's turn to eye roll, his fingers finding the cold little container hiding away his sushi snack he's ordered for himself. "Figured I'd need to win you back over for keeping you up past your bedtime tonight gramps."

A second set of chopsticks swipes away his bite before he can get it. Marshall's amused chewing baiting him for more play. "Little do you know I already have the viagra and the astroglide out waiting at home for the long night I was planning."

"Yeah?" Colson's fingers swipe up a whole taco to steal a bite in retaliation, Marshall's noise of distress completely ignored so he can messily rain tortilla chip, meat, and cheese, crumbs all down over their plates. The quiet chastise of wastefulness ignored while he snags up a bottle of wine. "Thought we already proved I don't need any of that to keep fucking you all night. At this point we might as well invite Pete in to keep you satisfied- ow-"

The sharp jab of an elbow almost makes Colson spill his pour but Marshall's embarassed flush saves him from an additional dig.

"Meant for me to wreck your scrawny ass all night you brat."

The Pete joke is ever ignored, just like every other time Colson suggests it. A thin wall of interest obvious in Marshall's stark avoidance of the topic but they'll dream on that a different night.

"Imma keep you to that then. What number do we wanna bet on? 3? 4 times before?"

Marshall falls right into his trap as expected "Before what?"

"Before you tap out and ask me to tag in."

A middle finger and soft kick is Colson's prize this time. Attention shifting back over to the food in a silent way of truce. Both of them ever aware that if they aren't careful they'll trip their way into a riduclous bet like every other time.

But it's fine, because this is what Colson wanted anyway. Just some nice time to soothe his own nerves and enjoy eachothers company before the main event. He could sit and listen to the waves crash and watch Marshall meticulously pick at his tacos for hours given the chance.

The wine will help too. Liquid courage goes along way for Colson after all.

They stay like that until the sun drops to its lowest yet. Sky painted all pinks and oranges, the wind catching a slight chill. It's beautiful. Not unalike the sunsets in LA but maybe its the lack of smog or light pollution that makes it all seem brighter.

Colson has shifted down onto his side, stretching out along the back of the blanket. Knees offering support to Marshall's lower back where he remains seated.

They're alone. Truly by themselves without a soul around to ruin the moment or even percieve their actions.

It's peaceful. Colson feels the warm gooey seeping of love through his bones. He almost wants to fall asleep in this moment. Lock it in to last eternally over that timeless space where consciousness is far away and the past and the future can mix together.

He makes it as far as his eyes closing before Marshall's lips coax him back awake. A warm palm cupping his cheek, grounding him back to reality where silly sunglasses and a sillier hat continue to hide away those expressive eyes.

They're the first thing Colson plucks off before they roll. His body pinning the older man's to the ground in a soft huff. Hat flopping back to cup Marshall's head while blue eyes crinkle in endearment.

Colson loves him and says so with everything he's got the moment he finds his voice again. Ripping the proverbial bandaid off to lessen the sting.

There's a shakey half smile that wobbles across Marshall's lips for a moment before his expression softens altogether. "Thank god." Puffing between them in a fast sigh of relief before Colson finds his mouth dragged down into a kiss.

It's invigorating. To be seen and accepted so quickly. The relief across Marshall's face and desperation in his kiss almost all the confirmation Colson needs.

"Say it-" his mouth can't help but break away every few seconds between kisses though. Hands wandering and bodies sliding into a comfortable press. "Tell me you- fuck, Marsh-" he wants to drown the other man in kisses, in love. Pour it out of his own mouth in Marshall's to fill him and overflow just to guarentee he hears it back. "I fucking love you-"

A firm hand sneaks along Colson's lower back and another up through his hair. Breaking them apart in a lingering smack before Marshall's pointy nose nuzzles against his. Nose ring catching the same way their lips do. "Colson-"

It's painful. The way Marshall says his name, like holy scripture that burns its way off the devils tongue. Not a venomous spit, but a longing ache.

"Do you?" Colson's hips can't help but grind down hard, mouth darting to nip at Marshall's adams apple when he throws his head back in response.

"God- yes-" his tone is weak. Fingers tightening and body arching. "I've fucking loved you since the very first night you bastard."

The confession punches Colson like a knife, tearing right through his doubts and worries in an instant. He knows Marshall's telling the truth, can taste the embarassment and shame on the other mans tongue when they kiss.

"Loved you before I even knew if you'd tolerate me I think-" this time there's a laugh. It's tight and Colson can only match it with his own. Body shakey and fingers stretching to touch every inch they can.

"You should've told me."

"I know."

But he couldn't. Colson knows the pain Marshall's been through, has made his way though probably a dozen stupid fights in the beginning trying to end things, now with even more painful context. Of course the prick couldn't come out and say it first. He's been afraid just as much as Colson has.

Once you say it, it becomes something loseable.

"Can I, fuck, can I tell you something?"

Marshall's mouth is stretching up into a bigger smile, teeth flashing and tongue peeking as he swallows a laugh. Colson would hear anything he has to say.

"What?"

"I-" Proper laughter breaks them apart a little further, Marshall's hands slide up Colson's side to cup his neck and keep their eyes locked. Steady and firm. "I really thought you were either gonna dump me, or propose today. Like- completely skip this fucking lovey dovey shit and just beeline me right for a confession there in the moment, or, or just drop my ass out here in the bahamas so I can't make a huge scene-"

It's so comical Colson can't help but snort. A burst of laughter wracking through his chest immedaitely afterward that has Marshall pulling on his hair in jest.

"Seriously! You move so fucking fast on me, I can't keep up."

"You're crazy."

"And? That just means you're the weirdo who loves some nutjob."

Snorting again Colson can't help but shake his head and collapse atop his partner with a heavy drop. "I guess so."

He's feels exhausted. In a good way. Months of weight and worry off his shoulders in an instant. Body ready to start unwinding the last weeks worth of tension he's built up over just today atop of Marshall's comfortable chest.

"Propose to ya huh?" The idea sounds both silly and tempting. The door to their future finally wide open before them now with that three word admittance.

Colson is surprised by how much he suddenly wants that. Rings and a stupidly public ceremony. Marshall's hand clasped in his own, a single house shared between them. Another kid.

It's more dream fodder to make him smile silly. "I know your goofy ass aint ever marrying again."

Marshall's responding snort makes him laugh hard. "Says who?"

Even just teasing at the possibility makes Colson smile. He doesn't want to do that right now though. Too comfortable to play and joke around with Marshall so he hums a response and settles himself back down for a possible nap.

Warm arms are wrapped loose around eachother. The crash and retreat of the waves filling the silence.

Colson can't imagine more.

...

"Will you?" Marshall's voice and soft fingers draw him back in. Threading through his hair and mumbling kisses against his scalp.

"Will you marry me Col?"

#emgk #asks #i got SOFT AS FUCK BOI #with this one #cuz im soft as hell for mae #and i always get cheesy breach proposal ideas in my head for emgk #ahh

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