Borrowing Trouble(52)

As Jay shuffled nervously, Landon realized if Jay proposed, there wouldn’t be some commitment ceremony with vows just in front of their friends and tons of paperwork with an attorney. They could…

“I didn’t know what the hell I was doing the first time I got married. Then I didn’t know what the hell I was doing when we divorced. I sure as hell didn’t know what I was doing when you and I got together and started being more to each other. I didn’t know what I was doing when it clicked in my head that I wanted this forever with you.” Jay stopped shuffling, took a deep breath, and that same determination returned, the kind he’d had when he’d raced to Landon’s house two years ago to tell Landon that he loved him. Landon saw it in his eyes and it choked him up.

“The last couple of years with you has been scary and sometimes stressful, and I’ve had too much damn self-evaluation and my brain’s been all crazy. But you have always stood by me, you’ve been my rock, been the person who made me smile, made it all right.”

Jay walked up to Landon. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate flowers or a diamond. You’re a simple guy, like me. We have the same roots and come from the same place. That’s another thing I love about you and you say you love about me. So I hope this simple moment where this simple man hands you these papers that, thank God, only need a simple signature nowadays, is enough to show you I never, ever want to be without you.”

Landon looked at the papers Jay’d handed to him. The application for a marriage license in the county they’d be vacationing in. “How’d—”

“Oh, those kids and their Google. They got ‘em.” Jay watched Landon expectantly. “Uh, I hate to rush you, but we have no time ‘til—”

Landon jumped at Jay, hugging him. “You f*cking silly bastard.” Landon hugged Jay tight, not wanting to let go. “And we can, can’t we?” Landon could hear the awe in his own voice, realizing even in their town in Missi-f*cking-ssippi, they’d be for real married. He’d be married to Jay Hill.

“What d’you think? Former heterosexual worth the risk?”

Landon kissed Jay’s lips, then laughed and kissed his chin and his eyelids and his cheeks. “Fuck yes. So much yes.”

Jay seemed to sag with that, and they embraced. Then Jay pulled back with an “Oh, yeah.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a simple gold band. Landon blinked, trying not to get too emotional, but failing as he realized just how f*cking significant the ring Jay held was.

“Look inside.”

Landon cocked his head as he took the band from Jay and read the inside inscription.

Borrowed trouble. Worth it. Landon tossed his head back and laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

Jay took Landon’s hand. “Let’s go help the kids.”

“And you’re terribly romantic,” Landon said, drily. Then he stopped Jay, tugging his hand. “Wait. What were you doing with the TV?”

“It was a recording of the first football game we ever watched at Woody’s.”

Landon snorted.

“What? That’s romantic!” Jay sniffed, offended.

“Romantic is letting me do what I wanted to do when Felicia was flirting with you that night.”

“Why would I let you punch me?”

Landon shoved Jay’s shoulder playfully, then put his face next to Jay’s ear. “I wanted to f*ck you over that bar. I didn’t want anyone’s hands on you but mine.”

Jay cleared his throat and they both looked over to the wet bar they’d installed in the den before they moved in.

“You just had to say shit like that while the kids are here,” Jay grumbled.

“The beautiful part is…” Landon kissed Jay one more time. “That’ll be here a long time. And so will we. A long, long time. Together.”

Jay’s face went soft and happy. “Yeah. We will.”





About the Author Kade Boehme is a southern boy without the charm, but all the sass. Currently residing in New York City, he lives off of ramen noodles and too much booze.



He is the epitomy of dorkdom, only watching TV when Rachel Maddow or one of his sports teams is on. Most of his free time is spent dancing, arguing politics or with his nose in a book. He is also a hardcore Britney Spears fangirl and has an addiction to glitter.



It was after writing a short story about boys who loved each other for a less than reputable adult website that he found his true calling, and hopefully a bit more class. A member of Romance Writers of America's New York City Chapter and Rainbow Writers of America, Kade works as a full time writer.



He hopes to write about all the romance that he personally finds himself allergic to but that others can fall in love with. He maintains that life is real and the stories should be, as well.

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