#gpstappen

"come on, gp, faster," max huffs.

gp has him laid out on the bed, stretched out on his cock. he's slowly fucking in and out as max whines under him. max's hips rest on top of his, and he tries to flip them over by tugging at gp's waist with his thighs. but gp doesn't budge, raising up on his knees and yanking him up and deeper onto his cock.

max squirms again. "please, come on."

gp keeps his thrusts slow, tries to enjoy the drag of max's walls against his dick. "i thought you said i can go as slow as i want today," he says.

"yes, but-" max stutters on a gasp as gp's cock grazes his prostate, "-but i thought you will let me touch."

max doesn't like to be tied up, but he's very good at following orders, especially when it's gp giving them. so when max first reached down to wrap his fingers around his dick, gp had batted them away, saying he can't touch himself tonight. since then, max's been holding onto the pillow under his hips, desperately trying to be good for gp.

"well, you thought wrong then," gp replies, continuing to leisurely fuck into him. max whines again, clenching his hands in the pillowcase.

max is silent for a moment, and gp thinks he's calmed down, until max starts rocking his hips onto gp's, fucking himself faster on his cock.

"max, stop," gp moans, holding his hips to slow him down.

it doesn't stop him though, and max ups his thrusts, changing the angle so the head of gp's dick rubs on his prostate.

gp doesn't know what possesses him, then. max's cock is right in front of him, red and wet with precome, untouched and bobbing up and down with the force of his thrusts.

he slaps it — not hard — just a wet smack on the shaft.

max gasps, his plush lips falling into an 'o' as he freezes in place.

"max, i'm s-" gp rushes to apologize, but max interrupts him.

"do it again," he breathes out, face flushed in a stunned expression.

"what?"

max looks away, panting and squirming again. "i- i liked it. do it again," he says, "please."

gp does it again, this time slapping closer to the tip, then watches as max's cock kicks, blurting out more precome.

"fuck," max moans, starting to rock his hips again. "again, please. on my- on my balls now."

groaning, gp brings his hand down onto max's balls, a little harder now, and suddenly— max is coming, moaning and clenching on his dick. gp watches in fascination as max's cock shoots come over his stomach, his chest. his own dick throbs, and he starts slowly rocking his hips.

Mila started primary school, too. She's in year 4, finding the silly kids science experiments they do very very interesting, then finding absolutely no enjoyment in history. She has a project due the following day, something creative to show off their knowledge of Ancient Roman life, and while her ambitions were big, to create a sculpture of a roman temple, her timing was not the best, leaving her dad and GP to frantically run around The Range's art section to grab craft foam, paints, and glue, and help her through making sure the collumns and roof fit together correctly before she has to take it to school the next day.

Long day. Max and GP take a walk just before sunset. They talk about the neighbours new car. They feel bad about leaving Mila alone in the house, even with Jimmy and Sassy to snuggle up to while she gets ready for bed, but she's a growing girl and they need to get used to letting her be independant, especially with two working dads.

The area behind their street is nice and woody, full of trees that shade the path in the summer, with a little trail that horses sometimes walk along from farms a bit further out. It leads up a hill, up to park, but Max and GP never get that far when they walk without Mila. They like to get to one particular spot where they can look out over the city's high rise buildings in the distance, the sun setting on the right hand side, a bench to the left of this little clearing.

GP and Max stand and look out. It's GP's home country, a little far out from his home town, and Max's new life. Max wonders if he'll get to show GP something like this too, warmth of the sun of their faces, staring out over his hometown in the Netherlands, pointing out all the places that changed since he grew up to GP. Certainly less hill-y, but just as nice for the both of them.

He worries if it's too soon for this. If Mila would like, hell, if the cats would even like it. Not that they'd understand. Victoria likes him, the rest of Max's family too. It was awkward with GP's parents, meeting their son's boyfriend's parents about 20 years younger than them. Things mellowed out, and christmas cards of intentionally awkward family photos line the fireplace mantel. It's a lovely sight.

Max's hands fiddle inside his pocket.

GP looks nice. Always, when they come up here. In winter, when Mila pretends she's a steam train with her foggy breath, and they join in chugging alongside her; a few years ago, during the hottest summer they'd ever experienced, groaning each time they had to step out of the trees shade to continue walking.

Max is glad to have someone- a partner like GP.

…is it the right time?

Not just in life but- in this walk?

Max takes a step back for a breather.

GP keeps looking out. The early May sunshine suits his features.

Max kneels down before he can even comprehend what he's doing.

He pries the little box open with shaky hands.

"Gianpiero."

GP hums, and turns around.

"Will you m-…"

Max clams up. A cherry pit sits in his throat.

GP is staring at him. Blank, wide eyed. Halo'd by the sunset, coated in pink, unreadable.

It's a second of heartbreak.

Until.

GP's expression breaks into a grin, his eyebrows pulling up in gleeful surprise, and he stumbles to the ground, to Max, into a hug, both trying to pull him to his feet and join him kneeling on the dirt, his body undecided on what action to take. He's gasping for air, first silent, then laughing in disbelief, tears pricking in his eyes.

"Max! Are you- I, sweetheart, I ca- yes!"

It takes a second for Max to truly believe him, before he starts bawling his lungs out and clings onto GP, letting all that anxious preamble wash away as he said yes.

GP stands back up first, dusting off his knees then sticking a hand out for Max to grab onto. He's pulled up into GP's arms, clutching the ring box tight, checking it over for any breakages or dirt, before glancing up at GP to know if the time is right.

GP nods.

Max plucks the ring from it's little satin holder and slides it onto GP's extended ringer, kissing softly to punctuate the little weight resting on his hand.

They hold each other close, staring down at the ring, at their eyes, noses, lips.

"Now that you know what the answer's going to be," GP starts, smirking, "do you want to try and ask that again?"

Max huffs, eyes crinkled.

"Will you marry me?"

Forehead to forehead.