When news came out about the relationship between the Walters and the Grace's, people were upset.

Upset for Connor and for me, surprisingly. Stock in Grace enterprises plummeted.

It actually hurt seeing it happen, for not only me, but Connor.

We were happy there for so long, all for it to be snatched away from us.

As it was now, another year of our life had gone by.

Connor just turned 23 and I was 24.

Two years since everything fell apart.

But a year for us to be together.

I was happy.

And currently...

Connor and I were out of town.

We decided we needed some space as a couple and so we ventured to a small summer cabin our family used to use when we were kids.

I say small because for me it was small, but it wasn't small in anybody else's standards.

But, there was no staff.

It was isolated, sat next to a lovely Lakeview, surrounded by green lush forrest and a lovely garden.

It was perfect.

Not only because we really needed privacy, but because both Connor and I felt bad every time we tried to be intimate.

After our relationship was found out, any time we did something, the household seemed aware of it.

It was only natural we'd be intimate as a couple, so no one said anything, but yeah, knowing your son is fucking someone and getting fucked constantly probably isn't something parents want to know about.

Funnily enough, judging by the amount of sweets I get after we do something, it was obvious they thought Connor was the dominant partner.

Surprisingly, he actually preferred to bottom most nights. He liked topping, but he preferred being on bottom.

I had no complaints because he always looked so cute under me.

Even now.

I was currently living out one of my greatest fantasies, bent over on a kitchen counter getting the living daylights fucked out of them. Except, I was not the one bent over, Connor was.

His hands reached for purchase on the slippery marble, drool escaping the corners of his mouth and around the two fingers I had in there as I used my other hand to firmly secure his waist.

His legs were spread apart barely touching the ground as I held him up. My body weight was heavy on top of him and he loved every second.

"Tim, s-stoop teasing~" he moaned out, voice trembling with want.

I kissed the back of his neck, and every expanse of skin that my lips traveled as I let my hips thrust harshly into his prostate, making him whine in pleasure and tighten around me.

No matter how often we had sex or made love, each time was always exciting with him.

I sucked a hickey onto his neck, just below his ear. It fit well with the other purple hickeys that were splattered against his sun kissed skin.

I just got more lively with each day. Freckles little red the back of his neck and on his shoulders. It was so cute.

Pretty seasonal freckles, but I still loved them.

He shivered harshly and tightened up, going lax underneath me, his legs shaking. I moved my hand from his mouth and held it to his chest supporting his weight as I ride out his orgasm. I was close as it was, so I chased that high while being mindful of the overstimulation he must've been feeling.

I shivered myself and came inside the condom. We stayed still, panting quickly as we relaxed enough for my to pull out.

I kissed along his spine as a pulled out, being slow and gentle. And when I was out, the condom discarded, I carefully swept Connor up in my arms. Those workouts I did weren't for nothing. We still had clothes strewn about, but I could always grab them later. I took him to our room and pressed kisses everyone I could before grabbing a towel to wipe us both off. The sweat and the cum that smeared his abdomen. I needed to clean the mess we left as well, but caring for Connor came first.

I never noticed it before we started dating, but Connor was actually emotionally starved. He craved affection. He didn't get much from his mother and his father definitely didn't give him enough...

I'd just have to make up for lost time, giving him all the love I could.

When we were cleaned up, we slipped into some light clothing and both cleaned up.

But as we did so, we just talked and laughed like always.

"Feels like a honeymoon, doesn't it?" He joked, full of smiles.

I agreed, "we are basically a married couple, just not married."

He hummed playfully and we continued to clean.

We talked about marriage once in awhile, and god, it's something I never thought I could have and now that Connor is here and he love me, I wanted nothing more than to marry him.

"Would you want to get married?"

Connor seemed a bit surprised at the question, but nodded, "I love you. I want to be yours and for you to be mine without anyone else interfering."

"We should probably talk to my family first, but... would you like to marry me? I can get you a ring, any one you wish for, and i can propose as grand or humble as you want."

His face went bright red and he gently bit his lip, "yes! Of course!"

I grinned right back at him with his immediate response. It was so cute!

"We should go ring shopping!" He suggested, still flushing from head to toe.

"We should! Want to look around tomorrow? The town nearby is pretty small so I'm sure no one will bother us."

Connor seemed delighted, "it sounds fun! It's been awhile since we've gone out on the town."

That was true. Media watched us like hawks. We weren't celebrities, just business men with political thoughts.

Still, with everything that happened, it's not surprising. As it was, no one but my family knew where we were.

Both of us were thankful for that.

"Let's enjoy our outing tomorrow then."