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The Anniversary

One Year Later

Julian had been planning this for weeks.

One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days since that night in Vegas when Silas had stood on a stage in front of thousands of people and chosen him. Since everything had changed, since the walls had finally come down, since Julian had stopped being the man behind the camera and started being the man in Silas’s bed. In his life. In his heart.

One year deserved a celebration.

He’d sent Silas out that morning with instructions to get pampered—massage, facial, whatever he wanted—and a strict order not to return before seven. Silas had protested, curious and suspicious in equal measure, but Julian had kissed him quiet and pushed him out the door.

Now, with the sun setting gold over the Hollywood Hills, Julian surveyed his handiwork.

The apartment had been transformed. Candles everywhere—dozens of them, casting warm flickering light across the living room. Rose petals scattered across the floor, leading from the front door to the bedroom. Champagne chilling in a bucket. Music playing low, something instrumental and romantic that Silas probably would have teased him for.

And in the bedroom, the real surprise.

Julian checked his watch. 6:58. Any minute now.

The front door clicked open at exactly seven, because Silas was nothing if not punctual when properly motivated. Julian heard the soft intake of breath, the pause in the doorway.

“Julian?” Silas’s voice was wondering, almost reverent. “What is all this?”

“Follow the petals,” Julian called from the bedroom. “And close your eyes.”

A pause. Then footsteps, slow and careful, tracing the path Julian had laid out. The soft rustle of Silas navigating by touch and instinct.

When he appeared in the bedroom doorway, eyes obediently closed, Julian felt his chest tighten with love so fierce it almost hurt.

God, he was beautiful. A year together and Julian still wasn’t over it—the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his mouth, the way his hair fell across his forehead. Silas was wearing the white linen shirt Julian had laid out for him that morning, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and he looked like something out of a dream.

“Can I open them now?” Silas asked, a smile playing at his lips.

“Open them.”

Silas opened his eyes, and his expression transformed.

The bedroom was awash in candlelight, rose petals covering the white sheets, champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting on the nightstand. But that wasn’t what made Silas’s breath catch.

Julian was on one knee.

In his hand was a small velvet box, open to reveal a simple platinum band.

“Julian—” Silas’s voice cracked. “What—”

“One year ago tonight,” Julian said, and his voice was steady even though his heart was racing, “you stood in front of the world and told them you loved me. You gave up a contract, a career opportunity, everything you’d worked for—because you chose me.”

Silas was crying already, tears tracking silently down his cheeks.

“I’ve loved you for six years now,” Julian continued. “Five years of watching, wanting, too afraid to reach for what I needed. And then one year of having you—really having you—and knowing that nothing in my life has ever felt this right.”

He held up the ring, platinum catching the candlelight.

“Silas. I don’t want to spend another day not calling you mine in every way possible. I want to marry you. I want to build a life with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life and know that you chose me, and I chose you, and nothing can ever change that.”

He took a breath.

“Will you marry me?”

Silas was across the room before Julian could blink, dropping to his knees in front of him, grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

“Yes,” he gasped against Julian’s mouth. “Yes, yes, yes. A thousand times yes. Of course I’ll marry you. I’d marry you right now if we could.”

Julian laughed, the sound wet with his own tears, and slid the ring onto Silas’s finger. It fit perfectly—he’d borrowed one of Silas’s other rings to check the size weeks ago, sneaky and deliberate.

“It’s beautiful,” Silas breathed, holding up his hand to watch the metal catch the light. “Julian, it’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” Julian cupped his face, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “You’re everything. You’ve always been everything.”

They kissed again—slower this time, deeper, the kind of kiss that made promises. Silas’s hands were trembling as they slid into Julian’s hair, holding him close like he was afraid this might all disappear.

“Fiancé,” Silas murmured against his lips, testing the word. “You’re my fiancé.”

“I am.” Julian’s smile was incandescent. “And you’re mine.”

“Always.” Silas kissed him again. “Always, always yours.”

They made it to the bed eventually.

The champagne was opened and toasted and set aside. The strawberries were tasted and approved and forgotten. What mattered was the two of them, tangled together on the rose-petal-covered sheets, kissing like they had all the time in the world.

“I want to celebrate properly,” Silas said, already working at the buttons of Julian’s shirt. “I want to show you what it means to me. That you asked. That you want this.”

“I’ve always wanted this.” Julian helped him with the buttons, shrugging the shirt off. “Since before I even knew what it meant.”

Silas pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips, and looked down at him with so much love it made Julian’s chest ache.

“Let me,” Silas said. “Tonight, let me take care of you.”

Julian nodded, surrendering control for once. Letting Silas lead.

Silas undressed him with reverence—unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants down, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he revealed. By the time Julian was naked, he was trembling with want, his cock hard and aching against his stomach.

“God, I love you,” Silas breathed, running his hands up Julian’s thighs. “I love everything about you. Your body. Your mind. The way you look at me like I hung the moon.”

“You did,” Julian managed. “As far as I’m concerned, you created the entire universe.”

Silas laughed, bright and joyful, and stripped off his own clothes with considerably less ceremony. Then he was back, skin against skin, their bodies pressing together in a way that never got old.

“I want to ride you,” Silas said against Julian’s throat. “I want to feel you inside me while I wear your ring. I want to look at my hand and see that I’m yours while you’re filling me up.”

Julian groaned, his hips bucking up involuntarily. “Fuck. Yes. Whatever you want.”

Silas reached for the lube on the nightstand—Julian had thought of everything—and prepped himself with practiced efficiency. He could have asked Julian to do it, but there was something desperate in his movements, an urgency that spoke to how much this moment meant.

“Ready,” Silas gasped after only a few minutes. “I need you now. Please.”

Julian held himself steady as Silas positioned himself, then watched with hungry eyes as Silas sank down onto his cock.

The heat was overwhelming. Tight and perfect and home, the way it always was with Silas. Julian gripped his hips, not guiding, just holding—anchoring himself to reality while pleasure threatened to sweep him away.

“Oh god,” Silas breathed, fully seated, his eyes fluttering closed. “You feel so good. You always feel so fucking good.”

“Move,” Julian begged. “Please, Silas. I need—”

Silas moved.

He rode Julian with slow, rolling movements, taking his time, savoring every sensation. His left hand was planted on Julian’s chest for balance, the platinum ring catching the candlelight with every motion.

Julian couldn’t stop staring at it. At the symbol of what they’d just promised each other. At the proof that this was real, that it was forever, that Silas had said yes.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice rough with emotion and pleasure. “You said yes. You’re going to marry me.”

“I’m going to marry you.” Silas’s rhythm stuttered as he looked down at Julian, his expression so open, so vulnerable. “I’m going to be your husband. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Husband.” Julian sat up suddenly, pulling Silas into his lap, driving deeper. “Say it again.”

“Husband,” Silas gasped, wrapping his arms around Julian’s neck. “You’re going to be my husband. Oh fuck, Julian—right there—”

Julian had found the angle, the spot that made Silas fall apart. He thrust up into it relentlessly, swallowing Silas’s moans with kisses, their bodies moving together in a rhythm they’d perfected over the past year.

“I love you,” Julian panted against Silas’s throat. “I love you so much it terrifies me. I didn’t know I could feel like this. Didn’t know I was capable of this much—”

“I know.” Silas was crying again—or maybe he’d never stopped—tears mixing with sweat as they chased pleasure together. “I know. Me too. Always.”

Julian reached between them, wrapping a hand around Silas’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Silas keened, the sound high and desperate, his body clenching around Julian.

“Close,” Silas warned. “I’m so close. Want to come with you inside me. Want to feel you fill me up while I’m wearing your ring—”

“Then come.” Julian twisted his wrist, rubbed his thumb over the head of Silas’s cock. “Come for me. Show me what it feels like to be mine.”

Silas shattered.

He came with Julian’s name on his lips, spilling hot between them, his whole body shuddering through the release. The clench of his muscles pulled Julian over the edge moments later, and they fell together—crying out, clinging to each other, pleasure crashing through them in waves.

Afterward, they collapsed onto the rose petals, breathing hard, limbs tangled, hearts pounding in sync.

“That was,” Silas managed eventually, “the best anniversary present I’ve ever received.”

“The ring or the orgasm?”

“Yes.” Silas laughed, pressing a kiss to Julian’s chest. “Both. Everything. You.”

Julian held him closer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. The candles were burning low around them, the room warm and golden, the scent of roses and sex and champagne filling the air.

“We should probably tell people,” Silas said. “About the engagement. The audience is going to lose their minds.”

“Tomorrow.” Julian traced idle patterns on Silas’s back. “Tonight is just for us.”

“Just for us,” Silas agreed. “No cameras. No audience. Just us.”

“Just us,” Julian echoed. “The way it should be.”

They lay there until the candles guttered out, until the champagne went warm in its bucket, until the moon rose high over Hollywood and bathed the room in silver light.

And when they finally fell asleep, it was with Silas’s left hand resting over Julian’s heart, the ring catching the moonlight, a promise made and kept and cherished.

Tomorrow, they would announce their engagement. The internet would explode. Margo would demand exclusive content. The world would want a piece of their happiness.

But tonight—tonight was sacred.

Tonight was theirs.

Tonight was love, in its purest and most perfect form.

And that was the only thing that had ever really mattered.

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