I’m Always In Paris With You
August arrived. Dean found himself bouncing between excitement and nerves so overwhelming he tripped over on more than one occasion. Physically. Despite Jamie’s premonition in June, he’d remained thankfully, none the wiser. In the preceding weeks, friends and family smiled painfully in front of him as Dean would approach. He knew nothing of what was in store for him.
Dean took absolute charge. Organising flights, hotel rooms, no detail was left without his seal of approval. He’d even picked out a new suit for Jamie for the evening it would happen. New Prada loafers too. He giggled to himself when handing over his credit card at the store on Bond Street the week before. Will he be more excited about these or the proposal? Enough of an anniversary gift to throw him off the sent albeit for a few hours.
Dean spared no expense. He wanted Jamie to know how much he was loved by him and everyone who surrounded their world. He had moments of guilt while planning. He knew full well his own success and family wealth made this more grand than it needed to be. He knew Jamie would have been happy in their apartment with red wine, jazz, a subtle popping of the question and a stubble stinging kiss. But he wanted this for him. He wanted Jamie to have it all. Every detail would be a moment of; this is how important you are in my life.
He booked The Ritz. Swore everyone to secrecy. Flights flew out of London at different times the day before. Jamie had no idea his family and friends were already on New York time when Dean delivered the news that Friday evening. August 16th. They were completely alone in London.
“You’re home before me? This never happens! I’m glad it did! I’ve had such a fantastic day in work and Trouble and Big Boy are four years old tomorrow! I love you.” Jamie sank into Dean’s chest.
“I know. I’m the luckiest guy alive.” He held him tightly. Everything was about to change. For a moment Dean didn’t want to let him go. He’d loved this first chapter. Every page. But as he breathed Jamie in, nestling his mouth in his neck, he made peace with this being the end of them as they were and the eve of who they were meant to be next.
“Wow. That was a big hug. Are you ok?” Jamie still had no clue. Dean loved that about him. Jamie was so happy he thought he’d reached his peak. Little did he know, Dean was about to reach down to him and make him climb a little more. Tomorrow was their summit.
“Yeah. I just love you so much. Um I need to talk to you. Will you sit down?” Jamie froze. Dean grabbed his chin and kissed him. Jamie melted.
“Look I haven’t made any plan for our anniversary tomorrow. In all honesty I forgot.” Dean delivered the line. Trying his best to look dismissive. It worked.
Jamie sat on the sofa and tightened. “Oh ok. That’s fine. I know you’re busy with work. That’s ok.” Jamie nodded to him. Swallowing down his hurt. Dean hated being brutal but he had to do everything to stop Jamie thinking something might be up. “I did book us a table in the West End. I’m happy with an evening out. Black shirts. Home and well, you can fill in the rest of that sentence.” Hurt gone. He didn’t need anything else.
“Cancel it. I can’t. Work calls tomorrow.” Dean had to look down. He thought he might burst into happy tears or laugh. He wasn’t sure.
“Ok Dean, it’s just one evening? Surely we can spare us time to acknowledge four years of us?” Jamie started to protest. Mission accomplished. “Perhaps we can stay in if you want? Do you have a game you want to watch maybe? I’ll watch it with you. I don’t mind.” Jamie grabbed his hand. His ring hand nestled in Dean’s. Dean swallowed. Being nasty was killing him.
He couldn’t do this anymore. “Jamie. I’m taking you to New York in the morning.” Dean said without looking up. He had to focus for a moment before looking his imminent fiancé in the eyes. Those eyes.
“Pardon?” Jamie straightened. His hand tensed.
Dean finally turned. “It’s four years. Of course I didn’t forget. Let’s go back. It’s all arranged. You, me, The Ritz, a terrace. How about it Trouble?” He held Jamie’s eyes. You’re going to be my fiancé by tomorrow night.
“Oh wow. Dean! You don’t have to do anything to mark tomorrow like that. I’m happy here with you. But I’m blown away. You’re the cutest. Thank you so much!” He didn’t kiss him. He hugged him tightly. It was love now, it had been for four years, but this was different. It was solid. Complex. Unique to them. Not just a constant affirmation of physical attraction. This was deeper. This was full on, all around you, every part of every day, love.
“You deserve everything babe. We’ll do it up right.” Jamie’s lips finally met his.
Dean pushed his hand between Jamie’s thighs. “You better get into that bedroom now.” Jamie growled.
Jamie pushed him onto the bed, kissed him painfully. Fists grabbed hands and mounds rubbed cheeks. No time for clothes to be removed. It was love, but given the right climate, the lust grew. Dean came hard in him. Jamie held him tight. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted these moments over and over.
Dean was relieved for a moment. Releasing a valve of frustration eased his self induced pressure for the night. He knew it would be back in the morning.
“Happy four year anniversary eve babe. New York and Prada loafers await.” Dean kissed his shoulder as sleep crawled over them.
“You’re too much Archer.” Jamie traced his finger over Dean Cupid’s bow. His ring finger. Dean followed it. It would be decorated this time tomorrow. He shut down his excitement and forced sleep to come.
Dean’s phone buzzed just as they fell silent.
LEE: I know I’m not there tomorrow but have the most fantastic evening. All my love to you both.
Dean read the message and a tightness rumbled in his chin. Happy tears began to fall. Jamie was fast asleep so he let them drop.
New York August 17th
As soon as they arrived in their suite he set about making sure Jamie was comfortable. Always conscious not to overwhelm him. Too much. Maybe just a little every now and then.
“So you like it?” He held out his arms. Run at me Trouble.
“Like it? Dean this place is beautiful! Happy Anniversary my love.”
“Joyeux anniversaire mon amour.” Dean growled.
“Oh fuck stop. We’re not in Paris tonight.” Jamie crashed into his arms.
“I’m always in Paris with you.” Dean pulled Jamie’s chin to his face and kissed him firmly. Jamie sighed.
“Archer?” Jamie whispered.
“Yeah?” Dean was lost in him already.
“Wanna?” Jamie pulled him on top of him on the bed. Dean’s weight was heavy, overwhelming, he was happily useless underneath.
“Don’t ask fucking stupid questions. Get your fucking clothes off.” Dean didn’t so much kiss him, he ate him. He needed to tell Jamie with out saying, I love you, I want you, I want to marry you, but I can’t say a fucking word until tonight.
“Fuck Dean, yes.” Jamie clawed the headboard. Dean was in control. The way Jamie let him. Do what he needed. He’d give in, over and over for this magnificent man. Broad chest, dappled with ebony waves, muscles tensing as they worked him up. Eyes so full of hunger but right at the centre, a tender care. I’ve got you, Trouble. I’ll make you cum. It’s my job.
Later, Dean set the ground work in place to throw Jamie off. “Look I need to make some calls with work. I’ve arranged for a car to take you shopping for a little while. No arguments.” Dean didn’t give Jamie chance to answer. He left. It was true he did have some work calls to make but he took himself off to the gym. To run off the nervous energy coursing through his body. Then to meet Harry to get the ring and prepare. Not before leaving Jamie a little gift for when he returned.
A little later.
“How are you holding up?” Harry made sure to have an Old Fashioned waiting for him in his room. “Your suit is here. black shirt as requested. Your cologne, Jamie’s favourite. Need anything else? Oh, and this old thing too.” He dangled the Cartier box like a cigarette packet between his fingers.
Dean never did this with him usually but he grabbed Harry into a tight hug. “I love you mate. Seriously.”
“Woah. Ok. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. May even sneak a bath house visit on while I’m here.” He winked. Harry was pretty covert with his sex life but Dean knew he’d become stronger in recent years. More comfortable with engaging with men since the attack happened.
“Be careful. I’ll flatten any city for Jamie. I’ll do the same for you. Just please be safe. You slut.” Dean giggled. “I need to ask you something while I’m here.” Dean took a swig of the drink. “Christ I needed that. Thanks.” He gasped. “Ok, I have two brothers as you know. Both older, both very brilliant in their own right. They’re not the only brothers I have though.” Dean reached forward and reached to Harry’s hand. “Give me your fucking hand.”
Harry and Dean sparred all the time. It was their love language. Absolutely brothers. “Shit, he has worn off on you. Ok have my hand you soppy bastard. What?”
“I want you up front with me. I need my best men up there. Keeping me focussed on everything. On him. You guys need to be my keepers on the day. I’ll be like a wild animal for him and I’ll be a bag of nerves. Keep me in check. H, I love you. Will you be one of my best men please?” Dean talked to Harry’s hand in his. He held so much respect for his friendship, they had their fall out but that was almost an accepted necessity. The break up didn’t just test Dean and Jamie, but every significant relationship around them.
Harry got up. “Get up you soft git.” Dean stood, a little worry in his eyes. Not quite sure if Harry would accept. Harry got prickly with emotion, easily claustrophobic around emotional displays. “Come here dick head. I’d be honoured.” They slapped each others backs. Held each other for just a moment. A lump appeared in Harry’s throat. So he shrugged it off. “Ok sport, not to cause you more stress but you have an hour until the question. Get yourself changed. I’ve asked for a single glass of champagne for you to have in the bath in there. No more. You can’t do this pissed.” He grinned.
“Ok boss. I’ll chill out as much as I possibly can. He’s meeting me up there. You guys, need to be up and in the conference room next door for 7:45 remember?”
“Will you fuck off in there? We all know what to do.” Harry laughed. Even in the happiest moment of his best friend’s life, he knew Dean thrived on organising everyone. “Jamie still none the wiser?”
“Yeah. He’s looking a little hurt. It’s killing me. I don’t want to talk about it. His face is breaking my fucking heart mate. Seriously. Can you manage the mothers please? They’re the worst. I love them but fuck me, they’re like teenagers around each other.”
“An icy gay keeping rich bitches in their places? Of course.” Harry flung his arms up in a promise.
“H, don’t call our mothers bitches. That’s not cool.” Dean grinned.
“Rich gals then?”
“Whatever, drop the rich thing too. It’s elitist bullshit.” Dean was serious. Wealth didn’t define him, Jamie, anyone else. Everyone worked hard and appreciated everything.
Jamie returned to the room. He didn’t buy anything, he felt flat. It was true, he was proud of Dean. His career was sky rocketing. There was mutual benefit as a result, Jamie protested and refused the offer of gifts where he could. But he allowed Dean to indulge him at Christmas and Birthdays only now and then. He wouldn’t let him spend like that on him. Money didn’t matter to him. He was successful, but it was the job not the pay check that got him out of bed every morning. Same as Dean. It wasn’t what they bought each other. Their relationship wasn’t a competition. It’s what they put into their collective experience. But he started to feel nervous at how much Dean’s work was going to possibly creep into their precious time.
As he thought on the evolution of their lives his eyes went to a Christian Dior suit carrier, a Prada shoebox and an envelope. Words trumped everything in Jamie’s world. He smiled and grabbed the envelope first.
‘Trouble,
Happy four years to us!
I have to pinch myself that I still get to wake up every morning with you and kiss you goodnight each evening.
You’ve taught me to see the world in a more beautiful way.
You’re my chaos, my wild boy. You’re a magical creature I have the privilege of loving and what I did to deserve to have you love me back, I will never know.
I won’t stop telling you how worthy you are of every incredible experience you have with me. You’re my reason to get out of bed and get to work every day.
The rest of our lives. Me and you. Please don’t grow tired of me. Grow old with me. You know every scar, every line. Every weakness and every fear. You protect me from myself and I never knew I needed to be.
I’m a better person because of you.
I know you refuse gifts off me most of the time but please accept what’s here as a token of how much you mean to me.
Meet me on the rooftop at 8PM.
Completely and utterly your Big Boy. Always.’
He wiped a tear of love away and gasped at the charcoal suit and loafers. “Big Boy did good.” He smiled as he slipped himself into the new suit. He ran his hands over the lapel and smiled. He could never be mad at him. So what he had to slip out for work. He’d brought him to a city that meant so much to them. He was about to meet him for dinner in the most beautiful restaurant. Actual life had to be lived in between these moments, to allow these moments to happen. He decided, this was a grown up relationship. Compromises needed to be made.
He sat for a moment. He loved nothing more than to be busy with Dean. But he felt guilty, he felt a little sad again after dressing. Milestones allowed you that little pit stop to look back. All of a sudden he realised he missed his parents. Schedules made it impossible to routinely see them. He got out his phone.
JAMIE: I miss you moma. I love you. X
A text straight back. It was like she was in the city with him.
MOMA: We miss you too. We hope you have a magical evening. X
Jamie laughed a little. She knew Dean wouldn’t disappoint on such a date. Neither of them would.
Jamie slipped on the new loafers and made his way toward the elevator to take him to the prestigious Nubeluz restaurant on the rooftop of the Ritz.
Elsewhere in the hotel, their families and friends were corralled into the adjoining conference room with a view out onto the terrace. They gasped as Dean arrived in his grey suit. Black shirt. No tie. Signature Dean. How Jamie loved him. This was all for him. Harry smiled to himself.
Martha grabbed Audrey’s hand. “Oh god he looks so handsome. And nervous.”
“Well he wants to give your son the most incredible evening. I’m so proud of them both.” Martha rubbed her hand. They let their heads fall together.
Everyone huddled quietly. The nervous anticipation made the room vibrate.
Dean exhaled hard. Leaned over the terrace glass balustrade. Focussing on the streets below. There was no question this was what he had to do. He was sure of it. Never more sure of anything.
He grabbed his pocket to check the ring was still there. The tenth time in five minutes. He bounced on his heels. He needed to get the nerves out of him. Failing.
The restaurant door opened.
“Mr Arden. Good evening. I’m terribly sorry, we’ve had a mix up this evening and the restaurant is booked out for a private event. I hope you’ll accept our apologies. I’ve arranged for Champagne for you and Mr Archer on the terrace.” The maitre’d offered his gloved hand in gesture to the terrace.
“Good evening. Um ok. Thank you. Shall I just…” Jamie smiled kindly. Following instructions. He felt a little flat, yet again. They were in New York, was it too much to ask that Dean’s evening went to plan?
“Please.” The gloved hand grabbed Jamie’s arm lightly. “Have a fantastic evening from everyone at the Ritz.”
Jamie frowned and then smiled. The terrace doors came into view. Beyond, he saw him. He was beautiful. Handome. Strong. His castle. A worried look on his face. What was new? Jamie giggled and opened the doors.
“Hello Big Boy.” He tapped Dean on the shoulder. “They said there would be champagne out here. Shall I go ask for it? I don’t min….”
Dean swept him into a hug. “Shut up Trouble. I love you.” Dean whispered. His throat was tense with emotion. He could barely speak. He needed to save his words. “Come take a look at this view.” He pushed Jamie at the small of his back to the glass balustrade.
Gasps in the conference room. Gabby weeping, “oh my gosh, this is it.” Trix reached a hand on one shoulder, Lars on the either, Richard at her waist.
Jamie reached up his hands and screamed, “Hey New York! My name’s Jamie Arden and I’m in love!”
Everyone laughed in the conference room as quietly as they could. “Trust him.” David giggled looking on glassy eyed as his son’s life was about to change in front of him.
Dean thought for a second, when is the exact moment to do this? He remembered this part he hadn’t actually planned. Wasn’t it like falling in love? Deciding he was the one? This was the same, you just know, it’s instinct, gut. You just damn well know.
Now.
Do it now.
Just do it.
Dean pulled away from behind Jamie and in one swift movement was on one knee.
“Jamie, look at me.” His voice quiet and steady. So sure. This wasn’t just a feeling. It was physical. His body was yearning for this moment to be realised.
Jamie snapped his head right and then his eyes fell. “Dean?” His hand went to his mouth in utter shock. Trembling.
“Jamie Arden. Trouble. The love of my life. You changed me. You made me see how beautiful life is. You’ve allowed me to see the absolute best in this world. You make it somewhere I want to be. I’m privileged to walk this planet with you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” Dean opened the red box and the diamonds sent a scatter of light around the terrace.
The magic. His Prince Charming. The face he wished he could take a photograph of every single day. Full of everything he’d ever searched for. Jamie’s heart grew. Grew into something he never thought possible. He crashed into Dean’s chest. “Yes! Yes, Big Boy. Kiss me.” Dean grabbed his cheeks and they kissed, the first one of the rest of their lives.
“Oh, Jamie, I love you so very much.” Dean couldn’t control himself he went almost limp. But, being an Archer he pulled it together. “Hey, I need your hand.” He took Jamie’s ring finger. On it went. Done. Decorated.
“My god Dean its beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” They stayed crouched on the floor for a moment. Savouring it. Gentle strokes. Cheek on cheek. Sniffles of happy tears.
“That’s what I said in July four years ago. And here we are.” Dean stroked his face and they stood.
French jazz began to play. “Oh Archer that’s smooth.” He tapped Dean’s chest then ran back to the terrace. “Hey New York! I’m Jamie Arden and I just got engaged!” In that moment Dean gestured to the waiting staff to bring out Champagne and the now billowing conference room doors.
Corks popped, doors flew open and tears, laughter and cheers filled the terrace. Jamie turned his head and his eyes went wide with love. Stunned.
Jamie’s parents embraced him. “Congratulations dear boy. We’re so very proud of you both.” Martha ran a hand through his blonde hair. For a moment she was taken back to Christmas Day when he was a little boy. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Oh Moma. You were here the whole time?” He cried into her neck. Always her little boy.
“Proud of you son. Fantastic.” David added. Kissing his cheek.
“You really are Dad?” He squeezed his Dad’s hand.
“Of course. Why ask? We’ve been proud of you since the day you were born.” Jamie gasped. Eyes wide. Is this all for me? Maybe I am worthy of this.
After the merriment and chatter subsided, their meal was served. “I get it now. We’re the private party.” Jamie squeezed Dean’s thigh as they dined on the finest cuts of steak and the freshest seafood.
“I finally did it. I managed to outsmart you just for a few hours.” Dean flashed the smile that made Jamie weak every time.
“Only just. Honestly babe, my fiancé, I had no idea. You’re the best. I’m so lucky. I can’t quite believe this is happening to me.” Jamie faltered again.
Dean grabbed his chin. “Hey, listen to me Trouble. Believe that it is. All of it is for you. Every second of all of this. Look at the people around you, here to celebrate you along with me.”
Jamie’s lips quivered he didn’t know what to say. Dean had him on the ropes. Hit after hit with words he never thought he’d hear or feel he deserved to hear. So he said nothing and wrapped his arms around him and closed his eyes hard. I’ll learn to know I’m good enough. I’m getting there thanks to you. He hoped the tightness of his embrace would translate every single syllable his heart sang to Dean.
The rest of the evening, Jamie was a moth. Flitting between everyone. Cradling his ring with his right hand as he gossiped with everyone he loved.
“Jamie, that thing is insane. Will he let you wear it out of his sight?” Gabby asked, all smiles and love for her dear friend.
Henry came over and slapped his back. “Likely not. Custom Cartier I heard? Congrats kiddo. Another brother. Awesome.” Henry was different. He was all heart. Jamie had a pang of anger that Lee wasn’t here. He shrugged it off for now.
“Jesus, is it?” Jamie covered his hand.
“It is.” Harry next, threatening to ruffle Jamie’s hair then laughing. “I wouldn’t dare baby boy. Congratulations, I’m so happy for you both.” He leaned into Jamie’s ear. “Ask him what the ring means. You will be absolutey flawed. It’s one of a kind. Just like you.” He kissed Jamie’s forehead.
“Aww is wicked stepmother beginning to thaw?” Jamie teased.
Harry grabbed his shoulders and growled, “oh never boy!”
They both laughed. It was good to be back to where they should be. Dean looked on and beamed.
A little later. Dean needed to get everyone’s attention. A speech was absolutely needed.
Dean tapped his glass with a spoon. “Hey, fiancé get over here!” Jamie ran and clung to him. Everyone roared with cheers of affection and settled for him to begin.
He grabbed Jamie by the hands and spoke to him. Only him. “So it finally happened. So sorry Trouble but the joke is on you. Every wonderful face in front to you, knew about this plan apart from you.”
Jamie punched his chest playfully.
“But we’re here. I’m so happy. Thank you everyone for keeping it under wraps for so long from him.” He took Jamie’s hands again and kissed the ring on his left hand. Gabby gave out an “aww.”
“Jamie, my wild boy, Trouble. My fiancé. We celebrate four years of us today. You never thought you were good enough for this. I’m here along with everyone else in this room that we love, to tell you that you are. I will spend every day for the rest of my life telling you that. Because that’s what this ring represents, my commitment to you for the rest of our lives. I love you and thank you again from the bottom of my heart for making my dreams come true. You say you found your Prince Charming. You’re my king. My absolutely king.” He grabbed Jamie’s face like it would be the last time they would see each other and kissed him deeply. It lingered, they forgot they weren’t alone for a moment.
“Wow. I think these guys are in love everyone!” Harry shouted and everyone laughed. They broke off.
“Oh we definitely are!” Jamie shouted.
The festivities carried on late into the night.
Jamie grabbed Dean and pulled him to a table. He held up his hand. “Tell me about this. What this represents. Harry said it’s custom? Dean, you’re too much. Honestly. I’m blown away, I’ll cherish it and protect it with my life.” Jamie’s smile was innocent. Still overwhelmed.
Dean grabbed the hand and kissed it again. “Fuck I love you. Ok, I get a bit embarrassed about this but I did want to give you something that absolutely captured you.” Dean’s eyes were heavy. Jamie knew Dean needed him soon. This night wouldn’t end right without Dean having his way. He’d drag it out a little longer though. The foreplay was brilliantly torturous. The more Dean’s eyes focussed on him, mentally undressing him, the more he teased. Snaps of the eyes, a flash of his behind- hugged in bespoke tailoring, a finger along Dean’s neck. Jamie knew every button to press.
”I know what you need Archer. We’ll get there. But first tell me. This sounds so wonderful. Don’t be shy. It’s me.”
“I know it’s you. You better promise me. Jaim I’m hot for you now.” Dean pulled Jamie’s chair between his legs.
“Will you stop. Our parents are here.” Jamie giggled as Dean’s hands explored.
“Fuck it. I don’t care. I’m marrying the hottest guy in the world. Fuck Jaim.” He went to Jamie’s ear. “You know what I’m like when I’m in the mood to celebrate. Not tired are you babe?”
Jamie was starting to succumb. His eyes were following Dean. “No. Of course not. Never for you. Cool it. Tell me about the ring.”
“Alright, alright.” He grabbed Jamie’s finger and bit it lightly without breaking Jamie’s stare. Jamie smiled, blinking slowly. “The band is my love and commitment to you. The diamonds? See how they’re scattered? That’s you. Beautiful and chaotic. Wild.” He kissed the ring. “Now, leave me alone or I’ll carry you off to our room immediately.”
Jamie wiped a tear away, the moment of intimate explanation in between Dean’s burning need was beautiful. He followed Dean’s orders not before acknowledging the meaning. “Thank you Big Boy. You’re a wonderful soul. I love you.” He got up. Dean tugged his arm.
“Don’t get tired Trouble. Warning you.” Dean let him go. Reluctantly.
Jamie looked at his phone when he had a lull in merriment and started a text.
JAMIE: Everyone is here apart from you.
He hit send and instantly regretted it. He didn’t want to cause drama but Dean had moved heaven and earth for him to make this evening happen. He always wanted to protect him. He wouldn’t take casual attitudes to Dean’s efforts lightly.
He was thankfully interrupted as both sets of parents approached. Dean must have seen the siege and swooped in beside him. “I got you. We’ll do this together.” He whispered. Jamie laughed.
“There you are.” Martha grabbed both of them for a hug.
“Hello Moma.”
“We want to talk to you. I know this is completely brand new but what are your thoughts on dates, names, locations?” Martha listed enthusiastically.
“Oh gosh I’m not sure.” Jamie felt a firm hand at his waist. He knew, four years, Dean was about to give an answer that was open to negotiation between them but something to satisfy their parents. He leaned in.
“Well this is open to negotiation with Jamie but I wanted to marry next year. One year from now. When we turn five. And I respect both family names. I want to honour both. Arden-Archer. Sounds equal, us. Jamie first, me next. I’m in love with it as much as I am with him. Where? No idea yet.” Dean squeezed him.
“I love that. Everything Dean just said. Yes.” Jamie leaned against his chest some more. God he just knows what to say. He really is magnificent.
“Well, isn’t that just perfect. Martha?” Audrey chimed in.
Jamie didn’t show it, but he was a little irritated by Dean’s literal proposal being open to negotiation to anyone apart from them. He reasoned with himself silently that this was just parents being proud and excited.
“I’m happy with what ever you decide. I’m just over the moon this is happening.” Martha clasped their jaws in her hands.
“Dads?” Dean asked. Dean always wanted dad approval. From both.
“Brilliant, no protest from me!” David chimed.
“Me too. Don’t even begin to worry or overthink funding it. We will sort it all.” Mark said proudly.
Dean felt Jamie move away. Jamie grabbed Mark’s hands. “Mark, all of you, we’re hugely appreciative of everything you give us. That being said, we’ll look at what we can do on our own first. We don’t want to spend for the sake of it. I love spectacle and fun but this is almost sacred. We have to give this day the respect it deserves. Yes hell just froze over. You are witnessing the future Jamie Arden-Archer finally understand what less is more actually means.” They all laughed.
Dean’s hand went to the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze.
“We’ll take your lead.” Audrey looked at him with love. Jamie noticed, everyone was looking at him including Dean.
“You’re incredible. I love you.” Dean kissed him again. Before being pulled away by Harry.
Jamie looked at his phone. Lee calling.
“Lee? My god what time is it in London? Shit did I wake you. I’m sorry…”
“Congratulations Jamie. No you didn’t wake me, we’re five hours ahead remember? It’s 6 AM here. I’m just heading to the gym.”
“Lee, sorry to interrupt but you’re just listing what you do on any other given day of the week. Couldn’t you have spared your brother just this one tiny bit of time? Don’t have to do it for me, but for him? You’re the big brother here and you’re off to the gym like any other weekend. If you’d said you were up early to I don’t know, help in a soup kitchen or get a flight and meet us for dinner to celebrate?” Jamie gripped his phone. Lee was always someone he wanted approval from but never quite seemed to get it.
“It’s who I am. This is me. You might as well be comfortable with it since you’re going to be family.”
“I already am. This next step is for me and Dean. No one else. I’m already part of yours and he’s part of mine.”
“Jamie, I just wanted to say I’m happy for you both. Why me being there is bothering you so much is on you. Everyone else is fine.”
“I’m not everyone else. I go home with him or more specifically hotel rooms this weekend, but still. I see and hear what life does to him when no one else is around. Deep down he’s gutted you’re not here.”
“Well, he seemed fine when I said I wasn’t coming. Jamie, you’re on to a good thing with him, with us. Seriously calm down.”
“What the hell does that mean? You mean I’m with him for money? Is that it? I have my own and come from a good family too. Lee, not everyone is driven by money. Love and money are separate to me.”
“Right. How many Louis or Dior bags have you had off him in the last four years?”
“Two. What’s your point?”
“Isn’t it just easier to overlook details you don’t like if there’s a pretty good prize waiting every now and then? I told him he needs to be careful. I want the best for you both but he refused to get an agreement in place if you divorce. You have millions at your disposal.”
“Lee, there’s nothing about us I overlook or don’t like as you put it. And your family money? It’s nothing to do with me. I’m twenty eight and have everything I want and need. I started collecting fashion long before meeting your brother. You need to stop being so cynical. It’s making you lonely. Everyone is here and you’re over there. Thinking you’ve sussed something out when there was nothing to suss out in the first place. I love your brother. I will marry him. I want your support. I’m not a case you need to win. I’m just me. I love him. It’s that simple. We’re aware we have way more at our disposal than a lot of people. If you must know, it’s something I adore about your brother. Money and material things are fantastic to experience but our favourite moments? Sat in Notting Hill with coffee, me with a book, him with the sports pages.”
Lee huffed. “Really?”
“Yes. We’re awfully bad at the stereotypical gay thing. Lee, when I moved in, my main concern was…”
“Where to put your bags?”
“Low blow. No, my books. Where do my books go. It’s four years Lee and I feel like you don’t know me at all. I want to know you. I want to learn about you. Give me a chance.”
“Ok, I’ve been difficult. I’ll give you that. I suppose on reflection I have been tough on you. Jamie, it’s not about hate or some weird homophobia. You’re just different. You’re worlds away from people I know or people Dean’s been with in the past. Look, I’m sorry. I’m just not that much of a party guy. I love my family but I’m just a pretty simple straight forward guy.”
“I appreciate you finally understanding me. I get the wanting to protect him. I really do. But, maybe get to know me first before casting aspersions. I’m not that bad.”
“You’re not. I never said you were. I apologise. Don’t let me hold you guys up, come over to mine for dinner when you’re back.”
Jamie smiled. A breakthrough. “We’d love that.”
Jamie ended the call with Lee. A little alarmed with how honest he’d been with the head Archer brother. He hoped this wouldn’t get back to Dean, twisted and out of context. The idea of dinner was a start at least.
They arrived back to the hotel room fuelled by the events of the evening. Jamie jumped on Dean as they got through the door. “Oh Archer. My fiancé. I love you. What’s in store for me in here now we’re engaged Big Boy?” Jamie nibbled his ear lobe. The tease was almost over.
Dean pinned him to the bed and said nothing. He was only about action. Jamie had danced the flirtation dance all evening with him. Leaving him in turmoil while grinning at him, in between conversations with family and friends.
He kissed Jamie hard. Making no attempt to ease how his stubble grazed Jamie’s smooth chin. Jamie gasped. His hand moved over Jamie’s shaft. No care taken not to be rough working him free from his exquisite new suit. His large palms moving round to the valley between Jamie’s cheeks. And there, he sank in. Opening Jamie up. He was hard but tender. Domination but unwavering respect.
Quickly Dean was in his happy place with Trouble’s hands clambering in his hair. “I’m ready Dean, please. Stop. Fill me up.” Jamie protested against Dean’s tongue. Dean obeyed.
Jamie was overwhelmed as Dean pushed into him. Big Boy seemed to have grown since his ‘yes.’ His muscles, his need. Bigger, firmer, proud. Jamie clamped his hands on Dean’s back as they reached their climax together, teeth almost piercing lips.
August 18th
The following day after brunch and shopping with everyone, Jamie’s gaze fell upon Emily. He smiled at her. She was FaceTiming her parents who were looking after George. She was glowing. Henry’s hand at her waist. Supportive. Jamie bit his lip. He knew.
Their friendship was built on the love for their respective Archers but Jamie often felt that they would have been in each others lives anyway. He moved to her.
“So, when?” He grabbed her hand and stole her to an alcove in the reception area. He grinned conspiringly. The gold cornices of the ceiling behind him made his hair shine.
He dazzled Emily. She was always all giggles around him. He adored her. And she him. “Jamie you naughty thing what can you possibly mean?”
He grabbed her into a hug. “I’m no fool. Congratulations.” He slinked away. His phone buzzed.
EMILY: We didnt want to steel a moment of spotlight from you two. How do you feel about another nephew that will adore you as much George does?
She turned and watched Jamie randomly jump and fist bump the air. She laughed at him. Uncle Jai.
JAMIE: I’m in love already. Two page boys. I’m in heaven!
Later, the evening was theirs. Everyone lay low before heading home in the morning.
“You know where we should go tonight?” Dean was topless. In just his jeans. Jamie pulled his belt loop.
“Where Big Boy?” Jamie sighed. He could look at him like that for eternity.
“Fancy some jazz? We know a place.” Dean’s thick eyebrows raised. His eyes fell on Jamie. He flawed him. Dean was straightforward in life but when it came to Trouble, he knew exactly what to say to reignite a memory from years ago and make it a present reality. Jamie leapt on him.
“You’re beautiful. Your soul. Can we? Oh gosh.” Jamie dropped to his feet and held his mouth.
Dean grabbed his chin. “Hey, what?”
“I can’t be greedy. I came to New York with a boyfriend, I’m leaving with a future husband. My god. You were future boy until now. I’m in my future. Dean I shake at how lucky I am. Would I be asking too much to set eyes on Earl again too? Am I asking too much?” Jamie stood. Frozen. Fists at his sides. He’d grown in these past few years but little Jamie still crept in. Dean embraced him when he appeared. Careful not to scare him away.
“Hey, a little secret?” Dean grabbed his arms round Jamie’s neck. Keeping him there. No need to flutter away. “You’re not greedy for wanting to search out love and connection in the world Trouble. It’s a rare gift you possess. It’s one of the reasons I want to marry you. You’re magic walking the earth.” He squeezed a little tighter. He knew Jamie was calming again. His light breath on his neck.
“Well, that sounds like a yes to me!” Jamie broke away and jumped on the bed.
“If we’re doing this, get your ass ready. We need to go like now. Quick!”
They arrived. It hadn’t changed. Jamie’s eyes were full of tears. The connection he held with Earl was almost too much to process
“In you go babe. This is all for you.” Dean pushed his back gently.
They moved into the bar and it hadn’t moved on. There was comfort in that. Everything else was changing but memories stayed where they were. The tables in front of the stage, this time, a beautiful black woman sang slowly into the microphone with a lone saxophone player joining her. It was simple. Intimate. Powerful. Emotional. Jamie was in love with this place all over again.
Jamie’s breath caught. Would he be here? It would be serendipitous to see him again. A blessing they would absolutely adore to have. He scanned the room. Half empty. He moved his eyes to the bar. Grey, whispy hair. The hat. There he was. Jamie grabbed Dean’s hand. “Earl’s here.”
Dean bit his lip. He thanked the universe for making this perfect moment happen for him.
They approached. Earl was entranced by the singer.
“Uh, excuse me. Earl?” Jamie asked delicately.
Earl turned and frowned and immediately remembered them. His wrinkles dissipated, his lonely disposition lifted. Jamie ran to him and hugged him. “Jamie.”
“Earl. I hoped we’d see you again. It’s wonderful to hold you again. I hope you’re well.” Jamie’s face was almost cracking he was so in love with the moment. Dean distracted himself by ordering drinks. He couldn’t quite hold himself together. Jamie did this to him, see the beauty in parts of life that were kept under wraps, in unassuming bars in Manhattan. Life was being lived away from money making offices.
“As well as I can be. How brilliant to see you both. I hope you’re both well. You both look like you’ve got a glow about you.”
“Well. Dean, come here.” Jamie’s gestured to Dean.
Dean approached. “Earl, fantastic to see you.” Dean held out a hand. Earl shook it firmly.
“What is it?” Earl asked with anticipation.
Jamie pulled his hand into Earl’s face. “We’re engaged as of last night.” He grabbed Earl for a hug again. Tight. He whispered, “I’ll have a special reason to read Danny’s poem soon. I’m reading it on the morning of my wedding day. I’m so blessed I can ask your permision in person. Will you allow me?”
“Jamie, that’s perfect. It’s yours to carry with you. He’d love that. I think he’s up there jumping for joy as we speak.”
“Thanking me? Why?” Jamie held a hand to his shirt collar.
“You’re living the life we wanted to. I have only a few years left but when your generation are so busy with improving the world, there were some of us who tried our best before. Remember that. I know you do, maybe a word you can help spread. We admire your generation but we tried too.”
“I love you Earl. And Danny. You shaped us. Our people. You fought for this to happen. You’re the parents of us. Every step of the way. Know that.”
“You’re a gem Jamie. And this wonderful man here too. Dean, you know good people when you see them.”
“I hope so. I know I can’t wait to marry him next year. Will you come? Please?” Dean’s eyebrows broadened. Do it for him.
“Well, I’m rubbish with email but I’ve managed with some help. I have a helper now I’m getting even older. I’d love too.” Earl and Dean’s eyes met. “That would be wonderful.”
“That would be so precious Earl. Danny is with us. I know it. We’d be honoured to have you there.” Jamie snuck a kiss onto his leathery bristled cheek.
“Well it’s a date I will not miss. As long as you both are sure.”
“Of course we are.” They said in unison.
That night they listened to jazz in a New York bar that meant absolutely everything to them.
Everyone flew home the following day. Full of love, expectation and nervous anticipation of a future. Chance meetings turned into friendships, relationships, marriages, children. Dean glanced at Jamie sleeping on the plane home. All these precious moments in life, they happen because of you.
He reached down and placed his hand over Jamie’s left hand. A new sensation ran up his arm. The pinch of diamonds.
