[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon met the kiss gently, holding Connor close to him. He was honestly beyond happy, couldn't ask for anything more. He kept him close as he closed his eyes, trailing his fingers slowly up and down his back. He soon fell asleep, his hand falling to rest between Connor's shoulder blades.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor didn't dare fall asleep until Deacon did, mainly because he didn't want to miss a single moment of his touch. He carefully rubbed at his once so oftenly bruised right elbow, watching Deacon sleep in the dim morning light. Finally he buried his face again, clinging to him tightly as he fell into an exhausted sleep.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon slept soundly, never so much as moving the entire time he slept. He kept his arms tightly around Connor, only waking when his phone started to ring. He leaned over, grabbing it off the nightstand, his other arm still tightly around Connor. "Hello?" He answered sleepily, smiling a bit as Marcus asked how long they'd gone at it, that it was three in the afternoon. Deacon couldn't lie- he didn't think he'd ever slept so long. He talked to him for awhile before he hung up and put the phone back, wrapping his arms around Connor again.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor whimpered faintly in his sleep as Deacon moved away. He shifted his weight, absent mindedly seeking out the warmth and comfort of Deacon's body again. He eased up when Deacon's embrace came back, and yawned, smiling as he buried his face into Deacon's chest. His phone started ringing on the floor. He hadn't told Deacon how obsessed Jon still was, how many threatening texts and calls he still got from him. It went to voicemail, then began to ring again.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon tried to ignore Connor's phone ringing the first time, figuring it wasn't a big deal. But when it started ringing right after the first call had ended, he pulled Connor a little closer to him, slipping his leg back between the boy's so they were tangled. He just hoped it wasn't serious, that nothing was going to happen to Connor. He'd known he would have to be extra careful to keep him away from his father when he married him, but he'd been hoping for the best. He yawned, reaching up to run a hand through Connor's hair.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned the third time his phone rang, wrapping his arms tighter around Deacon. He shifted his weight, drawing one of Deacon's legs closer with his foot. Again it started ringing. "Fuck," Connor conplained, covering his ears. He kissed Deacon's chest gently, rolling onto his back.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon slowly ran his fingers through Connor's hair, tempted to tell him to just turn the phone off. But he didn't say anything, just ran his hand slowly over the boy's chest as he turned over. He leaned over, kissing his neck softly as he played with the tie still around his neck. He slipped his hand up to the side of his neck, kissing slowly over his jaw until he found his lips and gave him a deep kiss.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor reached up to cup Deacon's jaw, kissing back lovingly. When his phone began to buzz with texts, he stretched and snatched it off the floor, silencing it before tossing it aside again and pulling the blankets a little closer. "Love y-you.." He mumured softly.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Love you too, baby." He said with a smile, offering him another kiss before he laid down beside him. He reached over, gently pulling Connor's hand closer so he could interlace their fingers. "You know.. I don't think anyone's near as lucky as me right now. I have the most handsome husband there is to have, and he's perfect in every way. And we have a little red headed monster who thinks she owns him." He smiled, leaning over to kiss his jaw gently.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor chuckled softly. "Mm." He held his hand tightly and curled up. He must have fallen back asleep for another half hour, still tired, because the next moment he knew, he was jumping at a pounding on the door. "Fucking bastard don't think you can just take my son away!" The faint threat floated upstairs to the room. Connor thought he was dreaming at first and whimpered, until there was more pounding. Blearily he raised his head.