I wake up early due to a bad dream and find Charlie sleeping. I kiss his hand and watch him sleep, thinking about what I should do until he wakes up. I haven't been doing many things for Charlie lately, so I'd like to do something for him.

Breakfast. I can make him breakfast.

I smile and get out of bed. I check the mirror for marks since he whipped me last night but there's only faint red lines. He must've gone a little easy on me, which I'm grateful for. I don't know how people put themselves through that more than once.

I guess they like it and that's why.

People are strange. Not that I can judge.

I pull sweatpants on commando and head to the kitchen where I begin to make the most Ethan-proof breakfast I can.

I end up with slightly crispy biscuits with jam and eggs. I set the bar before going to get Charlie now that it's a reasonable hour in the morning.

Charlie's already awake when I come in and he lights up when he sees me. "You're here! I thought you were going to work without telling me out of nowhere." He blushes.

"No, I took the day off." I sit down and kiss his hands. "I wouldn't leave without telling you."

"That's good." He closes his eyes and leans forward so that he's hiding his face in my chest. "I've been lonely."

"I bet you have." I comb my fingers through his hair. "That's why I'm going to spend all day today along with the weekend with you. I've even got a date planned."

"A date?" He peeks at me.

"Yep!" I smile.

"Could you carry me to the bathroom so I can brush my teeth and everything for my morning kiss?" He bites my shoulder.

"Yes." I smile and pick him up, groaning. "You really wrecked me last night." I chuckle at the discomfort.

"I'm so sorry! I can carry you instead!" He blushes, ashamed.

"No, baby, it's good. You were incredible. I don't mind the after effects, they just remind me of how good it felt." We reach the bathroom and I set him down.

He gets his toothbrush ready and pulls me into him while he brushes, looking me over like one would examine a painting.

I wrap my arms around his middle and rest my chin on his shoulder.

When he's finished, he hands me his toothbrush and cuddles against me. "Pretty Ethan."

"You're prettier." I kiss him and put his toothbrush away.

"No, we're both the prettiest." He holds his hands up and giggles.

"I agree. Now does the prettiest boy want his breakfast?"

"Yes." He grins and climbs into my arms. "I would love breakfast."

I smile and carry him to the bar, setting him down with his food before sitting down myself. "I hope it's good...the biscuits almost didn't make it."

"They're hard on the outside, soft and fluffy on the inside, just like you." He dips one into his coffee and giggles.

I smile. "Good."

"Thank you for doing this." Charlie smiles at me.

"You're welcome." I kiss his cheek. "You deserve a treat. Many treats."

"Treats are amazing." He glances at his wrist and sighs before sipping his coffee.

"When do you want me to design your tattoo?" I ask, picking up on it.

"As soon as possible." He pokes his mug. "If that isn't too much a bother..."

"It's not a bother." I smile and run to grab my sketchpad and come to sit on the couch. "Tell me some things you'd like as tattoos."

"Well, it needs to cover the scar..." He says, moving to clean up the dishes before joining me. "I don't really know. I just want you to design it so it's like I have you tattooed on me."

"Okay." I watch him and think. After a few minutes I get an idea and start to draw.

"Imma nap next to you while you draw." Charlie yawns and positions himself like a puppy before closing his eyes.

"Okay, babe." I kiss his toes and continue working.

About two hours later I'm finally done with all the shading. I put the pad on the coffee table and flop on top of Charlie and slowly suckle his neck.

He moans in his sleep, hands limply going to my hair. "E...than..."

"Wake up, cupcake." I giggle and continue.

"Fuck me." His sleepy voice continues. "I love you."

I smile lovingly. "I love you too, but I can't fuck you just yet." I rub his stomach. "Come on, baby, don't you want to see your tattoo?"

"Ti amo, Bellissimo." He mumbles before his eyes open slowly and he grins. "Hey, Superstar. Are you all done?"

"Mhm." I hum and get off of him. "Ready to see?"

"Yes!"

I pick it up and hand it to him. The tattoo I've drawn is of the top half of a skull wearing a captain's hat with a feather on top of a scarf. From it's right eye socket, a purple rose grows and in front of it all, there are two swords crossed like an 'x.'

Charlie gasps. "Oh, Ethan, I love it." He hugs and kisses me. "I kind of want Ethan on one sword and Dechart on the other." He contemplates.

I hug him back and cuddle him. "Do you really want my name on you?"

"I do want you with me forever." He looks into my eyes. "It's up to you though. You're the artist. Do you want to sign your work?"

I consider it. "I'll put my initials." I go to get Charlie's calligraphy pens. On the way, I think about how serious he is. He truly wants me on him forever. And I want him with me forever. So I should get something too. Something that's small and not too obvious.

When I return, I do so with an idea. "Charlie," I take his hands, "I want you with me forever too."

"I will be with you forever." He promises.

"I want to show it." I look into his eyes. This is a big decision for me, but I want it. I want to show how much I love him, how proud I am to be with him.

"Can it be purple?" He giggles.

"Yes." I giggle as well.

"Do you actually want this? You told me that you didn't like tattoos like this." Charlie says, eyes shining.

I look into his eyes. "I do want it. I'm never going to be with anyone else, even if you die early. I'll always be yours."

"What is it?" Charlie asks. "A crown for King?" He giggles, blushing.

I smile. "That's actually a good idea."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I blush, looking over my body to find a place.

"Then I'll get a queen crown." Charlie smirks.

I raise an eyebrow. "Queen? Like the band or like, because I'm your queen?"

"Both. It'll be similar to Queen's crown, and I'll get it on the nape of my neck."

I touch the area softly and smile. "I'll get mine there too then."

"Just black ink to match your others?"

"That's perfect, it'll be so pretty." I kiss his neck.

"You're perfect and pretty." He challenges.

I blush and kiss him lovingly. "I love you."

"Mm, I love you too."

"Let's schedule your appointment, then, if we're lucky, we can get the crowns as a walk in."

"The fact that you're willing to do this makes me really happy." Charlie grins.

"I'm glad. I love seeing you happy." I confess.

He hugs me tightly. "I have news that I've been wanting to share with you."

"Yeah?" I smile. "What is it?"

"I've been meeting with professors and everything and I took some tests... and I don't have to make up the semester that I missed as a law student! I'm officially studying to be a journalist and I'm actually ahead of a lot of things. So I might have a class with you besides biochemistry."

I beam. "That's fucking awesome, baby, I'm so happy for you!" I squeeze him.

He hugs back. "Thank you! I'm super excited. You won't have to wait too long for me to graduate after you. And then maybe we actually can be a duo where I write about the findings you make." Charlie rambles.

"This is amazing, Charlie, everything is falling into place." I kiss him. "We're going to be a family."

"A family." He purrs. "I wonder how long we should wait for children."

"Maybe ten years?" I suggest.

"Ethan." Charlie gasps. "You'll be so old!"

"Only thirty-three." I shrug. "That's still pretty young and optimal time to have kids."

"Mmmm, I want your thirty-three year-old cock." He moans.

"And I want your thirty year old cock." I smirk and kiss him deeply.

Charlie kisses back and then starts giggling uncontrollably.

His laugh is contagious and soon enough I start giggling along with him with no idea what we're laughing at.

"You'll definitely want me at thirty because I'll look more like my dad—" He's laughing full on now, his eyes crinkles up cutely as his nose scrunches up slightly.

"Oh shut up." I shove him playfully. "I want to fuck you, not your dad."

"You can't wait until I'm old and gray and look like Jay," he rhymes.

"That's kinda hot, babe." I kiss him again. "Older you. So mature. Maybe you'll be able to grow a beard too."

"I don't want a beard. I like the scruffy or smooth." He rubs his face on mine. "I'm scruffy right now. My testosterone is off the charts."

I chuckle and lick his scruff. "I love your face no matter what you do with it."

"Am I not mature?" Charlie asks, running his hands underneath my shirt. "I've heard that I'm very mature for my age."

"You're as mature as I am." I smirk.

His jaw drops. "Excuse me!"

I burst out laughing.

Charlie just scoffs. "So what's this date supposed to be? You're going to take time to that place where you make your own stuffed animals?"

"Would you like to go there?" I ask.

"It's too expensive." He laughs. "Plus, I love Liam and you."

"Thank you." I kiss his shoulder. "I had something a little more...adult in mind." I smirk.

"Tell meeeee. Do I need my fake ID?"

"Yes." I run my hands over his hips. "A new gay strip club is opening down the street. I'm going to take you to the grand opening."

"Your first gay club? When?" Charlie bounces.

I nod. "Tomorrow."

"Then I should show off my amazing pole dancing skills." Charlie smiles. "Should I try to be a stripper there?"

My eyes widen. "You're shitting me."

"What makes you think that?"

"You can't possibly be able to pole dance, you're way too sexy already."

"I can. I learned in high school."

"That's amazing." I rub his thighs. "I have to see. Fuck, just imagining you you look so fucking hot."

"Hopefully they'll let me try. Should I try and get employed there?" Charlie asks.

"No, no." I shake my head. "I mean, I uh, you can do what you want."

"Do you want a stripper husband or not?"

"I don't want everyone else to see you like that." I admit, still rubbing his thighs.

"I'll get a pole installed here one day then."

"Sounds perfect." I bring him into a kiss. "I can't wait."

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