"Osmond Greyjoy!" His aunt Jane yelled, pushing open the door to his bedroom without knocking.

"You're lucky I wasn't masturbating," Osmond said to her and she rolled her eyes at him before throwing the reason she had barged into his room at him.

Literally throwing it at him. It was an object. One he had been waiting to receive for so long that he nearly forgot about his existence.

But he hadn't, and when Osmond held the envelope from Juilliard in his hands, he didn't know if he was ready to open it or not.

Jane was though, and she made it very clear. "If you're not going to open that letter right now, I'm going to take it from you and open it myself". Osmond was ripping it open, trying to keep his hands from shaking but failing miserably.

Osmond Greyjoy,

We are pleased to accept you into-

He dropped the letter on his bed and put his head in his hands. "Well?" Jane asked, her voice very small. "Osmond. What is it?" She moved forward to take the letter off of his bed but he met her halfway, standing and scooping her into his arms.

"I'm going to New York!" He yelled, unable to contain his excitement. "Holy fuck. I need to call Ezra, and Adrian, and-" he cut off, throwing his hands over his mouth. "Carmen. I need to go see Carmen".

He grabbed the letter from his bed and raced from his room. "Aren't you going to let me see it first?!" Jane hollered and Osmond just yelled a quick goodbye before he was out the door and running down the sidewalk.

When he was halfway down the block he could hear his aunt screaming after him, "why didn't you take the car you idiot," and Osmond just laughed before pushing his legs further.

It became clear to him when he was standing outside of Carmen's house drenched in sweat ther yes, he should have taken the car, but this didn't stop him from crossing the yard and banging on the door.

A bright eyed Carmen opened it, looking him up and down, and then at the letter in his hand. "Oh," Carmen said softly, looking at Osmond as his hand moved to his own back pocket and he pulled out a folded piece of paper, "me too".

And then Osmond was pushing him into his house and kissing his mouth eagerly, overwhelmed with happiness and the need to kiss his boyfriend. It was as if he could already see their future and was moved by its brightness. They would attend Juilliard together, sharing a dorm room and a bed for four years until they could move back to Florida and start a life there.

Carmen began to eagerly kiss him back, sliding his arms around Osmond's neck and Osmond did the same with the others waist. They were so close, nearly every inch of their bodies were touching, and yet it wasn't enough for Osmond, whose armed had tightened around Carmen's waist, trying to force them closer.

Carmen tasted like fresh pancakes and maple syrup, and Osmond eagerly explored his mouth with his tongue, drawing out small sounds from the back of Carmen's throat.

After another minute, Carmen's small hand pressed against Osmond's neck and he tapped his fingers. It was his signal for air, and they pulled apart, both of the gasping for it.

"Why didn't you call me?" Osmond asked, still close enough to Carmen that their lips brushed as they spoke.

"My parents told me to wait until after breakfast," Carmen said with a small laugh, and then he tensed. "Osmond".

Carmen pulled away from him then covered his face with his hands. Before Osmond could ask what was wrong, he realized it himself.

Carmen's house had what you'd call an open floor plan, so the front door was visible from the dining room. Or more specifically, they were in full view of Carmen's parents and brother, who were all looking at them with mixed emotions.

Carmen's mother looked like she wanted to cry, her eyes very wide, and his father looked like he could care less, still watching them as he served himself more pancakes. It was Keith's expression that scared Osmond the most, and when the older man stood, Osmond reached out and grasped Carmen's arm, pulling the smaller boy in front of him and wrapping his arms around his waist so  Osmond's chest was pressed into his back.

Carmen cleared his throat. "Are you using me as a human shield?" Despite the situation he sounded a bit amused.

"I-" Osmond cut himself off as Keith began to move towards them. "He's less likely to hurt me if you're there".

"So yes," Carmen answered.

"Call it whatever you'd like-" Osmond cut off as Keith stopped in front of them.

"I like you, Osmond," Keith said, and he raised his eyebrows. "But, you made my brother cry".

"What?" Osmond asked, looking down to Carmen who turned his face away.

"Yeah. I put two and two together," Keith said to Carmen, who shifted in Osmond's hold. "But he seems happy enough now, so I approve, but I swear to god if another tear falls from his eye because of you, I'm going to kick your ass".

"Deal," Osmond said quickly, reaching his hand out to the college student, who looked at it for a moment and then shook it.

"No sex until you're married," Keith then said to Carmen, who just smiled at him and absently agreed. And then Keith went back to his seat at the dining room table and resumed eating as if nothing even happened.

By this point it was just Carmen's mother who was still looking at them, and Osmond watched Carmen as he met his mother's eye for a minute before turning back to him and smiling. "Can we go to your house?"

They spent a lot of their time there since Jane knew about their relationship and they could show it openly. Though, Osmond supposed they could do that here now, it made sense why Carmen wouldn't want to as his mother looked at them with her heart broken disbelief.

"Of course," Osmond said, and then he remembered something else. "Can you drive us?"

*

When they got there, Jane was just about to lock the door behind her, but when she saw them she pushed it open once more. "I didn't know if you'd brought a key or not".

"I didn't," Osmond said, offering his hand to Carmen so he didn't trip over the curb. "We're going to hang out here for a while, if that's okay?"

Hand in hand, they approached her, and she nodded, holding the door open and moving out of the way for them to pass her to get into the house. She greeted Carmen with a, "hello dear," and then said to Osmond, "you little shit. Let me see that god damn letter of yours". Grinning, Osmond pulled it out of his back pocket and pressed it into her open palm. "I'm going to put this on the fridge when I get home," she said after reading it.

This was a sign of support, Osmond realized, but he didn't say anything about it. "Where are you going?"

"Shopping". She refolded the letter and slipped it into her own pocket. "I'll be out for a bit, so be smart. Like, use condoms and stuff". Osmond rolled his eyes, but leaned forward and kissed his aunts forehead.

"Thank you for everything, Jane," he whispered, and when he pulled back enough to see her face she was looking up at him with an expression on her face that could only be a mixture of loving and proud.

"You're mother raised a really fucking great man," she said and Osmond nodded slowly.

"My mother," he agreed, and then added, "and you". She looked like she was about to cry as she pulled him into a tight hug.

When he had come to live with with her, Jane had not been ready to be a parent. She had been young, fresh out of highschool, and still had her childish ways. She gave it all up for him, and he would forever be grateful.

"I love you Osmond Daily," she said in his ear, using his mother's maiden name and he was a bit overwhelmed with emotion as he pulled away from her.

"Okay. Now leave me alone," Osmond said, stepping past her and entering the house behind Carmen, who was nowhere to be seen, which most likely meant he was in Osmond bedroom already.

"Be good!" Jane called before closing the door, her voice thick with tears and Osmond cleared his own throat before following after Carmen.

Sure enough, he was sitting in the chair in front of Osmond's desk, spinning slowly as he scrolled through his phone, his mouth pulled into a little smile. "What?" Osmond asked, taking a seat at the end of the bed and toeing his shoes off.

Instead of responding, Carmen tossed his phone to him and Osmond caught it with careful hands, turning it over so he could see the screen.

Keith had sent Carmen tons of text messages.

How could you not have told me.

Carmen?

Carmen!

How did this happen?

Why were you crying that one time on the phone

Is he going to be my brother in law someday?

He is, isn't he

That's cool, I like him

There were more, and Osmond chuckled, dropping Carmen's phone into his mattress. "Brother in law, huh?" Osmond teased and Carmen gave him an easy smile before rising from the chair and striding across the room until he was standing in front of Osmond, who without hesitation placed his hands on Carmen's hips.

"I guess we're getting married now," Carmen joked, easily straddling Osmond, his legs on either side of his waist, his hands moving to the others chest and pushing him down against the mattress.

"I think your brother would die if you told him we were getting married". Carmen wasn't really listening, his eyes dark as he moved his body up against Osmond's until his ass was seated directly above his manhood. "What are you doing?" Carmen began to slowly roll his hips and Osmond's mouth dropped, profanities leaving him. His grip on Carmen's waist tightened, but not to stop him, only to guide him. "What about your promise to your brother?"

Carme laughed breathlessly. "We tried, it just wasn't working".

"It's been twenty minutes," Osmond laughed and Carmen paused above him.

"Do you want this or not?" Carmen teased, though it was clear that Osmond wanted it based on the hardness in his jeans.

Jeans. Carmen had gotten him to wear jeans.

"Fuck yeah I want it," Osmond said, sitting up to peck Carmen's lips once before dropping back down. "Now show your future husband why he should be your future husband".

***

Six years later-

"Oz," Carmen said softly and he turned away from Adrian to his boyfriend. "We need to go on soon". Carmen was tightly holding the neck of his violin, as if he was nervous, and Osmond ducked forward to kiss his lips reassuringly.

He was going to also say something to make him feel better, but was easily distracted by a tug on the sleeve of his dress shirt. Looking down, he smiled at Nathan, their three year old son, before kneeling before him.

"Alright," Osmond said, smiling at the brown haired boy who was eagerly watching him with large blue eyes. "What do I always say?"

Nathan, with his slurred three year old English said, "daddy is beautiful". Osmond grinned at this, looking back up to Carmen who flushed and looked away from the two of them quickly.

"I'm going to faint he's so cute," Adrian mumbled to Ezra, who merely nodded in agreement.

"Yes he is, but other than that," Osmond explained, and the little boy blinked.

"I don't know".

"Daddy says that if you behave with uncles Ezra and Adrian, we get ice cream on the way home," Carmen cut in and Nathan's eyes opened very wide before he threw himself at Carmen's leg, hugging it tightly. Osmond looked up as Adrian once again began to pester Ezra about them adopting their own child.

"You're almost thirty," Adrian complained and Ezra rolled his eyes.

"I'm twenty eight. That's hardly thirty". Adrian pouted and leaned on his husbands arm.

The past six years had gone mostly as planned, though there had been a few surprises.

Carmen and Osmond had moved to New York together at the end of their senior year, but Carmen had only survived one year at Juilliard before he dropped out and transferred to another college in the city to get his degree in history. He now held a high position at the local museum as a historian.

Osmond, as he always had planned, attended Juilliard for four years, though he only lived on the campus his first year with Carmen before getting an apartment so they could still stay together. Once Osmond had graduated they adopted Nathan, raising him in the city for the first two and a half years before they finally moved back to Florida this past summer once Carmen had finished school.

Osmond had ended up at the local elementary school, teaching grade schoolers music, and he absolutely loved his job, but sometimes missed performing more difficult pieces, which was why him and Carmen had agreed to perform for the concert.

"You're excited," Carmen observed once Ezra and Adrian had taken Nathan to the auditorium to find a seat. Osmond hummed in agreement, leaning his head against Carmen's and smiling.

"I've missed this. Playing with you".

"Doesn't it make you feel young?" Carmen asked, putting his violin down on the piano behind them grasping Osmond's hand with his now free one, tangling their fingers.

"We are young," Osmond argued, kissing Carmen's forehead. "But I know what you mean. Takes us back to the beginning". Carmen nodded.

"It's weird," Carmen said softly.

"What is?"

"I love you more now than I did then, and I loved you more than I'd ever loved anything before then," Carmen said, looking up at Osmond. "How do you do it? How do you stay so perfect? How do take such good care of me all the time? How do I love you more every day?"

Osmond just looked down at the most perfect man in the world and Carmen smiled up at him.

"Marry me". It was impulsive, and Osmond didn't have a ring, but it was heartfelt and the only thing he could think to say at the moment.

Carmen's eyes got huge and he pulled away from Osmond, moving to stand in front of him. "What?" They had talked about this before, marriage, and their mutual agreement on it was probably part of the reason Carmen was so surprised. "I thought we weren't going to get married. I thought we were just going to be together, you me and Nate, and that was that".

"Yeah, but-" Osmond cut himself off, smiling at Carmen. "Marry me Carmen. Just... just marry me". Carmen's breath caught loudly in his throat as he looked up at Osmond. "Carmen, I love you, and I'm not going to stop loving you. I'm going to die loving you, and I want to die married to you. So please, Carmen, I'm begging you. Marry me".

Carmen blinked his eyes slowly as if he was in a dazed. "What if I die first, then are you still married to me?"

Osmond let out a breath of air he didn't know he had been holding in and laughed softly. "It's that a yes?"

Carmen's face broke out into a smile. "Of course it's a yes". And then they were kissing, and Osmond blinked his eyes quickly to fight back tears that he knew were going to fall, and it didn't seem to matter when he felt the wetness from Carmen's cheeks on the palms of his hands when he cupped his face.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Osmond Greyjoy and Carmen Huego to the stage".

They pulled apart and Osmond blinked quickly as Carmen brushed his eyes with the back of his hand and then wiped away Osmond's tears with his thumb.

"Will I become Osmond Huego then?" He asked, and Carmen blinked at him. "We can't be the Greyjoy's".

Carmen retrieved his violin, looking lost in thought. Osmond recalled the debates between Adrian and Ezra over whose last name would become whose (Ezra had won in the end, but Osmond supposed that was only because Adrian had wanted to lose), and he didn't want to go through the same thing with Carmen. Before opening his mouth to say they could do whatever Carmen wanted and he'd still be happy as long as they were married,

Carmen spoke.

"How about we both change our name".

"What?" Osmond asked, raising his eyebrows as Carmen smiled sweetly.

"Osmond and Carmen Daily does have a nice ring to it, don't you think?" And then Carmen was walking out onto the stage, smiling at the clapping audience, but Osmond stayed rooted in place, staring after the man who never ceased to surprise him, and would for the rest of their lives.

A/N and there it is! The end of my second SF/VF novel, and there is more to come. Little Nathan has his own book now as well, so go check that one out if you want to see these two as parents!

Also!: Jordan and Carter are next ;)

Side Note: Osmond is a semi-important Character in The Things I Hate About Adrian Vang. And him and Carmen make an appearance in Of Lies and Lips