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“Do you think these earrings look better? Or should I put on the ones I had on earlier?”
It was the third time Shawn had changed his earrings, this time wearing the diamond studs Bret had gifted him earlier in the day.
Bret leaned on the wall, legs crossed and arms folded as he watched fondly as Shawn further scrutinized his appearance in the hallway mirror. “You look beautiful.”
Shawn’s eyes shifted from his earrings to Bret’s eyes in the mirror, frowning as he whined, “That’s not what I asked.”
It was Shawn’s 33rd birthday, and the blond didn’t look a day over 25 in Bret’s opinion, an opinion that Shawn strongly disagreed with.
Bret pushed himself off the wall, walking up behind Shawn before snugly wrapping his arms around the younger man. He whispered, “They look good, Shawn.”
Shawn gave a soft smile, reaching a hand up to pet Bret’s head affectionately. “You said that about the last pair, too.”
“That’s because you look good in anything.”
Shawn tilted his head back slightly to give Bret a peck, narrowing his eyes before asking, “You’re not just saying that because you’re my husband, are you?”
That got a chuckle out of Bret. “No, you look good. Seriously.”
He really did. Shawn had his hair down and was wearing a light leather jacket, black pants, a black choker, and the cherry on top was his mesh black shirt that left nothing to the imagination, his belly button ring shining proudly through the sheer material. It was an outfit that made Bret want to keep Shawn all to himself.
That was originally the plan.
Bret had spent the day spoiling Shawn with various gifts and affection – two of Shawn’s favorite things. And he’d planned on making the night special for Shawn as well, but plans changed when the blond received a call from Hunter a few hours ago. Apparently, the ‘kliq’ was in town and wanted to take Shawn out that night for his birthday.
Bret continued, “I just wish that you were dressing like this for me, instead.”
Bret’s not the jealous type, but he was unashamed to admit that he wished Shawn had turned down the invite. Bret had just returned home the day before from being on the road, making it just in time for Shawn’s birthday, and aside from celebrating having another year with Shawn, he wanted to make up for lost time.
Those plans flew out the window now that Shawn’s friends were on the way. However, despite his bitterness towards the situation, the excitement radiating off of Shawn was well-worth seeing. It’d been awhile since the blond had seen all of his friends at once – Hunter, Kevin, Scott, and Sean – so Shawn was giddy with glee as he got ready for the night.
As much as Bret tried to hide it, Shawn was pretty insightful and knew his husband was a little bothered, which didn’t sit right with him.
Shawn turned in Bret’s arms to face him, bringing up his arms to wrap them around Bret’s shoulders. “You should come out with us.”
Bret looked up past Shawn’s head to see that the time on the clock was approaching 10:45PM. He sneered, “It’s about my bedtime.”
Shawn burst out laughing saying, “Right. I forgot I married an old man.”
“Hey,” Bret said defensively, lightly pinching Shawn’s waist in retaliation. “You better be glad it’s your birthday.”
“Or what,” Shawn asked mischievously.
Bret’s comment was interrupted by the sound of a loud car horn honking obnoxiously.
“That must be them,” said Shawn, detaching himself from Bret before walking to the front door to put on the black boots he’d left there.
Bret followed behind Shawn, watching him struggle to pull his boots on, somberly asking, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay in tonight?”
Shawn huffed in triumph as he got the first boot on, moving to put on the second one as he answered, “My friends are outside, babe. I can’t bail now.”
Bret fidgeted, rubbing a hand awkwardly on his neck as he uttered, “Yeah, well, I know…but I heard it’s going to be pretty cold out there tonight. You hate the cold, remember?”
Shawn paused, answering monotonously, “Bret…it’s July. Even Canada’s forgiving in the summer. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“But I won’t be.”
Finally done with his boots, Shawn looked up, catching the frown Bret was sporting. He smiled to himself as he stood up, walking towards Bret and wrapping his arms around the older man’s shoulders as he said, “Aww, are you going to miss me?”
Bret sighed, wrapping his arms around Shawn’s waist. “Of course. I always do.”
They were interrupted by another string of loud honks followed by Hunter faintly yelling, “Come on, birthday boy! We don’t have all night!”
Shawn rolled his eyes at the front door before turning his attention back to Bret. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”
As soon as Shawn had ended his phone call with Hunter earlier, he’d been quick to invite Bret out with them. Being surrounded by his friends and his husband seemed like a perfect way to end his night.
However, Bret swiftly shut down the idea. Although Shawn’s friends were a bit more…tolerable these days compared to when he’d first met Shawn, Bret wasn’t friends with any of them, his closest relationship being with Hunter who was more of an acquaintance only because he interacted with him the most.
Besides, he knew the men were expecting Shawn only, and Bret didn’t want to be a third (sixth?) wheel to the group.
He shook his head, turning down Shawn’s invite yet again. “I don’t want to intrude-”
“Fuck them. It’s about what I want today. If you want to come, I want you there.”
Bret couldn’t help but smile in appreciation at Shawn. The younger man always put his feelings first, not caring who he’d offend as long as Bret was ok, his husband always being his priority.
However, Bret didn’t want to hover over Shawn. He wanted the man to know he could enjoy himself without Bret having to be around, looking over his shoulder. It was important to him that Shawn felt like he was free to do whatever he wanted.
He’d already spent most of the day with Shawn anyway, and he had a few more things planned for him the next day. So he could survive a few hours without Shawn – not that he wanted to.
“It’s ok,” Bret reassured. “Go have fun with your friends. I’ll see you when you get back, ok?”
“Ok,” Shawn said hesitantly. He really didn’t want to leave Bret alone, but the man was adamant that he was fine. So Shawn gave Bret a quick kiss before stepping away, opening the front door as he exclaimed, “I’m coming!”
It certainly was a wild night.
Instead of heading off to bed, Bret stayed up all night waiting for Shawn. Although he knew Shawn was in good hands, he couldn’t sleep comfortably worrying about his husband’s wellbeing. He tried distracting himself with a movie, and when that didn’t work, he called Owen. But their phone call didn’t last as long as he’d liked it to since his little brother had his own family to tend to.
Bret had taken a nap at one point on the living room couch, losing the battle against sleep as his drowsiness settled in.
He wasn’t sure how long his nap was, but he was startled awake by the sound of a fist banging on the front door. Shawn must’ve forgotten his key, Bret thought to himself.
He let out a yawn as he groggily sat up, wiping his bleary eyes as he checked the time – 3:50 AM. Despite the late hour, Bret got off the couch with a bit of a pep in his step, ready to have his husband in his arms safe and sound.
What he didn’t expect to see when he opened the door was Hunter standing there struggling to hold up an obviously wasted Shawn, one arm slung haphazardly onto Hunter’s shoulders as he hung off the man with dead weight.
“I believe this belongs to you,” said Hunter, avoiding eye contact with Bret, it being awkward since the older man answered the door in only his boxers.
Bret took in the sight of Shawn, slightly irritated that Shawn’s friends allowed him to get this intoxicated, but he kept his comments to himself.
“I’ll take it from here,” said Bret, grabbing Shawn as Hunter carefully motioned the man forward.
“There you go, Shawn” Hunter said as Shawn latched himself onto Bret, smiling in content once he realized he was with his husband. “Can you have him call me later on once he’s rested,” Hunter asked Bret.
Bret had an intrusive thought to slam the door in Hunter’s face but decided against it. “Sure.”
Hunter nodded awkwardly, backing away as he said, “I’ll be going now. Take care of him, please.” There goes that intrusive thought again. “See you, Shawn.”
Shawn barely grumbled a response, too engrossed in being wrapped around Bret.
Bret closed the door, struggling a bit as Shawn stumbled along with him. Bret smiled slightly as he placed a gentle hand on Shawn’s face, the blond closing his eyes as Bret lightly stroked his cheek. “Did you have fun,” Bret asked.
Shawn nodded slowly, prompting Bret to ask, “Too much to drink?”
Shawn nodded again, letting out a deep breath as he leaned more of his body weight onto Bret.
Bret slowly walked the two of them towards the living room, cautious not to move too fast so Shawn wouldn’t trip. “Want to tell me about your night,” he asked softly.
Shawn gave a brief recap, slightly slurring as he said, “We bar hopped. Kevin got into a fight. And we ended up at a strip club.”
Bret paused their movement, lifting a brow as he asked, “A strip club?” The fact that Bret cared more about the strip club than Kevin getting into a fight spoke wonders.
Shawn looked up at Bret, snickering at his expression as he answered, “I was hungry, and they have good wings there.”
Bret asked jokingly, “Is that all you enjoyed there?”
Shawn smirked, resting his head in the crook of Bret’s neck, mumbling, “The strippers were women, so there was nothing for me to enjoy except the wings. Hunter enjoyed it though. Why?” He lifted his head, hovering his lips over Bret’s asking, “Are you jealous?”
Bret grinned, “Seeing as you like men, no.”
“Good,” said Shawn as he smiled lazily at Bret, struggling to keep his eyes open. “I missed you,” he whispered, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into Bret’s neck before sticking out his tongue, licking and kissing on a certain sensitive area on the side of Bret’s neck that he knew would get the man aroused.
Bret let out a breathy, “Shawn,” wondering how they’d escalated so quickly to this point.
Instead of answering, Shawn lifted his head, backing Bret into the nearest wall before planting his lips onto Bret’s, making out sloppily with only one thing in mind, his hand hastily traveling down to Bret’s boxer’s.
Unfortunately for Shawn, that was what it took to snap Bret out of whatever spell Shawn had him under. Bret, albeit very turned on, stopped Shawn in his tracks, grabbing the blond’s wrist as he said breathlessly, “No. You’re drunk.”
Shawn sank in disappointment, pouting as he pinched Bret’s left ass cheek, causing the man to jump. “But it’s my birthday, Bret. I at least want to have birthday sex. You promised.”
Bret had indeed promised Shawn earlier that day that he would get said birthday sex. But that was before the kliq decided to get his husband so drunk to the point that he could barely hold himself up without leaning on someone for support. Bret needed to take care of him, and although he knew Shawn wouldn’t mind, Bret didn’t want to take advantage of him.
However, Shawn could be very convincing.
“No, Sh-shawn,” Bret stuttered as Shawn continued his antics, grinding onto Bret as he worked on giving the man a hickey.
Bret groaned, fighting temptation as the bulge in his boxers grew more evident. The last of his sanity dissipated when Shawn reached his hand down again, this time successfully stroking Bret through his underwear.
No longer able to resist, Bret switched their positions, pinning Shawn against the wall as he slammed his lips onto the blond’s, ravishing his mouth with no remorse, tasting the liquor that still lingered on Shawn’s tongue.
Shawn happily reciprocated, moaning in pleasure as Bret’s hands roamed his body, pressing both of them closer. Shawn couldn’t help grinning, knowing he was getting what he wanted as always when it came to Bret.
Sadly, their heated kiss didn’t last as the reality of the situation hit.
Shawn was panting heavily, Bret’s kisses now traveling down to his neck, when he felt a sudden rush come up his throat – a feeling he knew all too well.
In a panic, he quickly broke away from Bret, stumbling as he ran towards the downstairs bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before hurling everything he’d consumed that night.
There goes those wings.
Stunned by the sudden movement, Bret frantically followed behind Shawn. As soon as he saw why Shawn had to urgently make a beeline to the bathroom, Bret was overtaken by immense guilt and disappointment in himself as a husband. Instead of letting lust take over, he knew he should have tended to Shawn as soon as the man walked in the front door.
Bret kneeled next to Shawn, pulling the blond’s hair away from his face and holding it in place with one hand as he rubbed gentle circles on Shawn’s back with his other hand. “Let it all out. There you go,” he coaxed.
Shawn went at it for a little longer before spitting out the last of it, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He let out a deep breath, sitting up in clear exhaustion. “That was so not sexy.”
Even in a time like this, Shawn always found time to joke around. Bret pulled his hand away from Shawn’s hair, tucking a few strands behind his ear as he said, “You’ll always be sexy to me. Throw up and all.”
Shawn wrinkled his nose, “That’s gross.”
Continuing his strokes on Shawn’s back, Bret asked, “Are you ok?”
Shawn nodded, placing his head in one of his hands as he felt a headache coming on. “I’m fine. Promise.”
Knowing that Shawn was ok, Bret decided to bring up something that was really bugging him. “Why did your friends allow you to drink so much?”
Head still in his hand, Shawn turned slightly to look at Bret, “Hey, don’t be mad at them, ok? They just wanted to make sure I was having a good time. And to be fair, Hunter did tell me to slow down, but I didn’t listen. I have no one to blame but myself.”
Bret quirked a brow, asking, “So, it’s your fault you’re like this?”
Shawn rubbed at his face, groaning as he pleaded, “Babe, can we talk about this later? I can’t think straight right now.”
Shawn was right, Bret concluded judging by the miserable look Shawn was giving him. He did intend on talking to him about his drinking habits, but it’d have to wait.
“Ok, come on,” said Bret as he stood up, helping Shawn do the same. “Let me take care of you.”
Shawn stood up sluggishly, leaning against Bret as he asked, “So no sex?”
Bret shook his head no, amused that sex was still on Shawn’s mind after what had just happened. Shawn whined as Bret led them upstairs to their bedroom.
Bret helped Shawn wash up, brush his teeth, and slip on his pjs before helping him settle into bed. Of course, Shawn didn’t give up trying to seduce Bret in the process, still adamant on having birthday sex on his actual birthday.
However, as soon as Shawn’s head hit the sheets, he was out like a light.
