INICIAR SESIÓN
Glasses clinked, soft chatter filled the hall as attendees laughed and socialized. This gathering wasn’t just attended by everyday individuals; It was one of those parties that exuded wealth, fame and influence. Bright light reflected off their expensive jewelry causing some waiters to squint as they served drinks.
Only people with significant wealth and influence could host a gathering that attracted such high profile guests. And those people were Mr Stone of St Buildings and Constructions, Mr Clifford of Cliff Electronics, and the Mayor. “Have you thought about what I proposed?” The mayor asked Mr Stone, taking a sip of the glass of red wine held gently. “Were you really serious?” Mr Stone replied, still surprised by what his dear friend had proposed last week. The mayor grinned, “You know I am.” “You don’t think we’d be crazy to arrange a marriage between our sons, right?” Mr Stone questioned, though he found the idea of connecting both families appealing. “I don’t think so. Besides, their sexuality agrees with it. It’s not an unreasonable idea.” “Well, Cade is currently single.” “Arlen hasn’t introduced anyone to me yet. It’s a nice idea.” The mayor smirked. “Are they even here yet?” Mr Stone asked, prompting the two of them to scan the hall for their sons. At the corner of the room, around a stainless steel table, stood two sharply dressed men whose suits and accessories likely cost as much as an average person’s tuition. Around them, the party carried on in its usual rhythm, a swirl of perfume, cologne, and quiet ambition disguised as small talk. Brenon, the son and heir to Cliff Electronics, had one hand plunged deep into his pocket. Brenon fiddled with a cigar stick, aware that he would need to light it soon. He had been to a hundred parties like this one and tonight felt no different, except for the quiet tension radiating off his best friend beside him. “I have so much on my plate, I’m not even sure why I’m here,” Brenon remarked as he looked around. The only reason he came was because his father reminded him of the kind of wealthy individuals who would be present. Cade swirled the drink in his glass, his expression unreadable. “We’re already here; we should make the most of it.” He replied before taking a sip. Cade, the son of Mr Stone and the heir to ST Buildings and Construction, stood at 6’2. His black eyes, cold and calculating, surveyed the crowds as he identified contacts for his next business venture. But even now, mid-scan, part of him was elsewhere entirely, replaying the plans he had spent weeks perfecting, plans that, until last week, he had been certain would change his relationship status. “Your dad won’t mind if I smoke here, right?” Brenon asked, still fiddling with the cigar stick. When he got no response, he turned to Cade, who seemed preoccupied scanning for something, or rather, someone. And Brennon knew who that was. “They’re not here yet,” he muttered into his glass of wine as he took a sip, already knowing what was coming. “I’m not searching for them.” Cade replied, his tone sharp, as a frown settled on his brows. Brenon knew he was lying, “just saying,” he said nonetheless, with a shrug of his shoulders. “Then stop saying it,” Cade shot back weakly. Brenon only chuckled in response. "What’s so funny? I’d like to join in!" A man strolled over. It was Nick, the mayor's second son. He was known for his relaxed and playful nature, taking life as it comes. Cade, Brenon, and Nick had been inseparable since middle school, their friendship practically inherited from their parents' business ties. But Cade and Brenon had always been closer. They relied on one another and kept each other's secrets close. The saying about two being closer in a trio of friends definitely applied to them. It was Brenon who had known, long before Cade said a word, exactly who occupied his best friend's thoughts. "Nothing," Cade responded to Nick while casting a quick glance at Brenon before looking away again. He didn’t want them to start joking about what was bothering him; it was already frustrating enough as it was. No, it made him furious. He wasn’t interested in discussing it. "Is it about 'them'?" Nick air quoted. Brenon simply nodded in response. "I'm still shocked they're together." He said, taking a glass from a waiter. "Wait, it's only been two weeks, right? I honestly thought Justin was joking when he told us. Who knew they were actually serious?" Nick remarked, his tone laced with both amusement and disbelief. None of them had seen it coming. Not a single person expected it, not even the one who got asked out. It annoyed Cade. Cade had feelings for Justin. He found Justin attractive and smart. He appreciated how much Justin cared about him and enjoyed those moments when Justin seemed shy in his presence. As Cade's feelings deepened, both Brenon and Nick picked up on it. After some persistent questioning, he finally admitted what they suspected. Their only piece of advice was to let Justin know how he felt. That was Cade's plan. He wanted to express his feelings for Justin in a special way, by surprising him with an elegant dinner for two beneath the stars, just the way Justin loved it. Cade had already secured a reservation on the sixth floor of one of his family's hotels and made sure that no one could access that area for three days leading up to their dinner, ensuring they wouldn't be interrupted. He had purchased flowers, informed the chefs about Justin’s favorite dishes, and let the waiter know about his preferred drink. Cade was fully prepared to confess his feelings to Justin. But he didn't get a chance to ask Justin out on a date. He could still remember how he felt on that fateful day, the shock and confusion that washed over him when Justin walked hand in hand with Arlen, revealing that he had feelings for Arlen and they had started dating. He gripped his glass tighter, the memory still stung whenever it resurfaced, sharp and unwelcome. He had canceled the reservation and decided to bury everything about that day. But watching Justin and Arlen approach now, hand in hand, easy smiles on both their faces, Cade felt that same old ache settle back into his chest, dull but persistent. It pissed the fuck out of him.Morning light filtered soft and gold through the curtains, the house quiet in that particular hush that settled after a long celebration finally wound down. Arlen woke slowly, the unfamiliar weight of the ring on his finger the first thing he registered, cool and solid against his skin, and for a moment he simply lay there, letting the reality of it settle over him again—married, actually married, the word still feeling new and slightly unbelievable even now. Cade stirred beside him a moment later, one arm still draped loosely across Arlen's waist, and murmured something sleepy and content against his shoulder before blinking his eyes open properly. "Morning, husband," Cade said, voice rough with sleep, a slow smile spreading across his face as the word left his mouth. Arlen laughed softly, turning onto his side to face him fully. "Husband," he repeated, testing the word out loud, warmth blooming easily in his chest. "I don't think that's ever going to stop feeling strange to say."
The morning of the wedding arrived crisp and clear, early autumn light spilling gold across the garden where, just weeks before, Cade had knelt among the lavender and asked Arlen to marry him. Now that same garden had been transformed further still—white chairs arranged in careful rows facing an arbor wound thick with greenery and pale flowers, the same string lights from that night strung overhead in even greater abundance, ready to glow warmly once the sun finally set. Arlen woke early, too restless with anticipation to sleep much longer, and found Nick already waiting for him in the guest room they'd designated for getting ready, a garment bag hanging carefully on the door and a tray of coffee and pastries set out on the dresser. "Big day," Nick said, grinning as he handed Arlen a cup. "You ready?" "I don't know if 'ready' is the word," Arlen admitted, laughing slightly, nerves and excitement tangled together in his chest. "Terrified, maybe. In a good way." "That's normal," Nic
The following weekend, they set aside a full day for wedding-related errands, starting with the ring selection at the same jeweler Cade's mother had recommended during their engagement. "We already have the engagement ring," Arlen pointed out as they walked in, glancing down at his hand where the ring still sat, catching the light beautifully. "We need bands too," Cade said, smiling. "Something simple that we'll actually wear every day." The jeweler, an older woman with a warm, patient manner, brought out several trays for them to consider, and they spent a pleasant hour comparing options, debating finishes and widths with the same easy, comfortable back-and-forth that had defined so much of their relationship since the beginning. "I like this one," Arlen said, holding up a simple, brushed platinum band. "Not too flashy. Something I won't worry about scratching up in the kitchen." "Good thinking," Cade said, laughing. "Given how often you're elbow-deep in flour these days." "He
Saturday finally arrived. Cade had sent Arlen out for the afternoon under the pretense of running errands with Max, buying himself the hours he needed to finalize everything with Nick and Brennon's help, the three of them working quickly and quietly to transform the garden into something that took Cade's own breath away once it was finally complete. The path leading from the back door wound gently through freshly arranged lavender beds, the scent rich and unmistakable on the evening air, string lights arching overhead in a soft, glowing canopy that led all the way to the same table where they'd shared their first real dinner together months earlier—dressed now even more elegantly than before, candles flickering steadily in the gathering dusk, the small string quartet Max had arranged tuning quietly nearby, ready to begin the moment Arlen arrived. "You ready?" Nick asked, appearing at Cade's side as the final touches came together, his voice warm with barely contained excitement. "I
Cade called the meeting for a Tuesday evening, choosing a small, quiet bar across town where he was reasonably confident Arlen wouldn't wander in unexpectedly. Nick arrived first, sliding into the booth with a curious look on his face, followed shortly by Max and Brennon, both of them glancing between Cade and Nick with matching expressions of barely restrained curiosity. "Okay," Brennon said, dropping into the seat beside Max. "You've got that look. The one that means you're about to ask us for something big." "I need your help with something," Cade said, unable to keep a small, nervous smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I want to propose to Arlen." The table went silent for exactly one beat before erupting all at once—Max letting out a delighted whoop loud enough that a few nearby patrons glanced over, Brennon grinning wide, and Nick sitting back in his seat with an expression that mixed genuine happiness with something more solemn, more moved. "Finally," Max said,
The first week home from the hospital was slow in a way that felt, to Arlen, almost luxurious after the chaos of the previous days. No more beeping monitors, no more clipped, efficient nurses checking his vitals every few hours, just the quiet comfort of his own home, sunlight filtering through familiar windows, and Cade fussing over him with a gentle persistence that Arlen found more endearing than he probably should have admitted out loud. "You don't have to hover," Arlen said one morning, watching Cade arrange a small mountain of pillows behind him on the couch with far more care than the task strictly required. "I have a broken arm, not a broken everything." "I like hovering," Cade said, unbothered, tucking a blanket over his legs despite the warm afternoon sun already streaming through the window. "Let me have this." Arlen huffed a laugh, settling back against the pillows despite himself. "Fine. Hover away." The days settled into a gentle, easy rhythm after that. Cade had cle







