Ryan’s life right now revolved around finishing and turning in his portfolio for graduation; for which he only had a few precious days left, or work for the negaverse. He was wiped, but he sat at the desk in his boyfriends living room tablet attacked, photoshop running and eyes glued to the screen. Three hours like this and not so much of a peep from him, only the click of the tablet pen, mouse and keyboard. It must might have been intriguing if this was not Ryan constantly of late. He either had a spread of pictures lain out in front of him, on the bed, the coffee table or the kitchen table, or he was glued to the computer.
The attentive boyfriend he was not, and his relationship was probably the last thing on his mind, though whether that was a sign of comfortableness in his relationship or absentmindedness from his school work remained to be seen.
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Now Dmitry understood the importance of graduation, really he did. But the fact that Ryan was virtually ignoring him on the daily was becoming tiresome. Even when he tried to get him to play with Alyonna, he still didn't rise to the bait. Currently, he was laying on the floor while she was on her tummy, kicking her legs about. His mother said something about how she would be crawling soon, which hopefully mean that they would be keeping her even more than they were doing. Sighing, the redhead got up, grabbing and taking his sister with him. She needed a nap and he needed to either have a talk with his boyfriend or simply go to sleep before patrolling.
This s**t was starting to get old really quick. But then again, if he wasn't in a relationship he could've went to go ******** around or something…”But noooo….You just had to try something new Dmitry. ******** all that did for you huh?” He heard something along the lines of ba-ba then silently cursed for saying something bad while he had the baby.
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Ryan didn’t really even notice that Mitry was lying on the floor with his sister nor did he notice when his boyfriend left. Instead, he could be heard mumbling to himself. “Maybe, a little touch up here … color adjust … no … cropping maybe.” It was something he had been doing frequently. He was so close to his photography he could almost taste it. That and the new job, and a real salary. Just as soon as he got that degree.
There were things he wanted to do, like travel and do some freelance work, which was hard to do when all you money went to college and maintaining his equipment. Then of course there were boyfriend expenses, of course he didn’t mind those, but still. It was time to really get his life started.
His stomach growled for probably the ten time before he finally detached himself from the computer and ventured into the kitchen.
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Dmitry had decided that he would at least attempt to distract his boyfriend from some of his work, spotting him going into the kitchen just as his sister finally settled down enough for her nap. For some odd reason, he had the feeling that he would come out of this frustrated and disappointed, but the need to communicate and maybe receive some attention was eating away at him. Dmitry took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, reaching and grabbing Ryan by the waist with the attempt to pick him up. He wanted attention, and attention was what he would receive whether Ryan wanted to give it or not.
“We need to talk.”
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Mitry was taller and Ryan was certainly lighter than him even though he certainly had muscles, doing triathlons which was very high cardio kept him lith. Being picked up was certainly not what he was expecting and a some involuntary yelp escaped him, “hey what are you …”
The words ‘we need to talk’ shut him up quickly enough, even if this was his first relationship, he did know those words were usually not a good thing. Still he attempted to be casual about it. “Okay, but ... can I at least finish making my sandwich. My stomach is really growling.”
He hoped their talk wasn’t too bad, he really couldn’t think of anything he’d done particularly wrong. He hadn’t been complaining about their constant mini companion, though he was still getting use to Mitry’s little sister. While he didn’t remember the last time they went out or has sex even, that was not very easy at the moment between his busy schedule, as well as his boyfriends own schedule and Mirty’s little sister. Those things were happening really infrequently anyway.
He hardly realized it was mostly just his fault, for spending every moment working on his portfolio, but right now graduation was the most important thing for him. He was almost done his portfolio.
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Ryan being lighter than Dmitry made it less difficult for him to maneuver the smaller man till he was secure over his shoulder. “Ive got it…” to which he simply made the sandwich and promptly walked towards the bedroom with Ryan over his shoulder. Once they were in his room he closed the door and set Ryan down gently, despite how he wanted to just throw him down and maybe….
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and gave him his sandwich.
Then he stood there, waiting.
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Ryan was less than pleased by this, and could help but to try to keep from being maneuvered they way he was, but in the end settled with an annoyed look and found himself being taken into the bedroom. The sandwich was given to him, but he set it not the side and gave his boyfriend a pointed look. “Was that really necessary, really?”
It was embarrassing, at the moment anyway, and a painful reminded of his less that statuesque nature. Dmitry was taller, heavier and stronger than him. Ryan wasn’t about to go trying to pick the other up, he was not a flipping bodybuilder.
“You wanted to talk, then let’s talk.” He almost added preferably about not manhandling him, but thought better of it.
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Of course Dmitry snickered when Ryan fussed about being taken to the room in such a manner, but it was well worth it since instead of talking, Dmitry decided that Ryan needed a break. Selfish as he is, the sight of seeing Ryan at his desk, barely eating or sleeping worried him. So, he walked up to his boyfriend and leaned in for a second, capturing his lips with his own. He pulled away just enough for him to speak.
“You need to take a break Ry. I understand this is graduation and the key to you getting a job and such but, you're running yourself ragged. Take a small break and chill with me. The brat’s asleep and mom will be taking her soon when she’s back from work.” His mother also had a spare key to the apartment, but she knew if his door was closed, she shouldn't disturb him. The last time she did, he was in highschool and the poor boy next door just wasn't as resistant to his charms as he thought. Seeing your son naked while doing the unspeakable to what she thought was a sweet boy just ruined her vision for a long time.
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Ryan frowned at the kiss slightly annoyed, he raised a brow and thought that if Mitry thought dragging him in here like like this was going to get him laid this afternoon he was a damn fool. However his thought process got pounded down by feeling of guilt at Dmitry’s words. Still he shook his head. “I've got about a week to finish and I’m nearly done. I would rather finish sooner than later Mitry, beside I’m a screamer and you know it. The chance I’ll wake you sister is high and I’d rather your mom not hear.”
He grabbed his sandwich and moved to get up. Yep, this was pretty much there past two months. Mitry was thwarted at most of his attempts for personal time. Ryan was just too focused and being amazingly selfish, which wasn’t something he generally was not towards his boyfriend anyway.
“Next week and I’ll be free of this, sure then I’ll need to get a job, but I can freelance well enough until that happens and I’ll have more free time.” He kissed his boyfriend on the cheek as he made to walk out of the room. “Maybe we can take a vacation just the two of us or something. I've got some money saved.”
Probably as resounding of a no as he was going to get and honest Ryan hoped Mitry understood. He needed to get this done. This part of his life over and done with, he could walk across the stage and they he was free of college. Mitry would understand more when it was his year to graduate. Being older this his boyfriend sucked sometimes.
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As much as he wanted to stop Ryan from going anywhere Dmitry also knew he was a grown a** man that was going to do whatever he wanted. So he let Ryan walk, stiffening slightly at the kiss before walking to his closet to grab a change of clothes. He was frustrated, angry, and dying from the lack of sex for the past two months. The thought of this is what he gets for trying to commit came up but he squashed the thought. His apparent commitment claustrophobia could wait for now, he needed a cig and he didn't feel like receiving stank eye from his mother or Ryan for smoking on the balcony.
Dmitry dressed, gave his mom a kiss on the cheek when she walked out of the baby room with Aly and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door loud enough for the walls to rattle, which of course woke up his sister. His mother sighed and mumbled in Russian, trying to calm his sister down before she cleared her throat, thick Russian accent was apparent. “Ryan, what is wrong with my brat now?” She understood Ryan was in the middle of finals, the poor dear...She remembered those days and moved closer to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, bouncing Alyonna gently while she calmed down.
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Ryan had made his way right back to the computer, only managed two bites of his sandwich and was sucked right back into his work, until his boyfriend stormed out slamming the door like it killed his dog or something. He sighed, when Aly started to cry and turned ready to retrieve her only to see Mitry’s mother holding the girl. It was a relief until she asked what was wrong. His whole faces turned completely red … “er well um I’ve been super busy finishing my portfolio, it's almost done, but not quite there. I want it to be perfect, with my graduating this year and it being my final grade.” It was worth most of his grade too. “... and well I guess I haven’t been very attentive.”
He swore he was going to die in that moment, basically admitting to his boyfriend's mom that his boyfriend was sexually frustrated even it wasn’t in so many words, or even any words close to those. Seriously though who couldn’t go a couple months without … didn’t his boyfriend use to always threaten he could use his hand.
He sighed heavily and got up out of the chair making to go get his shoes and find his jacket so he could go do something about mister frustrated temper. “Guess I’d better go find him then. Enforced break time I suppose.”
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Yana could only sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose at her son’s behavior “Moy bednyy rebenok izbalovannyy chelovek” [ my poor spoiled man child ] “I am truly sorry about that. At least his temper has shimmered a bit since his later childhood. I will keep the baby for a couple of months. I appreciate you taking to this situation so calmly, we are in the process of renovating the house actually but Alyonna’s room is complete. So you won't be seeing her for a bit.” Yana waved at Ryan’s retreating back with a smile, Alyonna simply babbling away while she made her way out the door herself, locking up the apartment behind her.
Dmitry wasn’t super far, just sitting crouched in the alleyway beside his apartment, staring up at the sky while he smoked his second cigarette since walking to the spot. He was debating on just going to his wonder to go figure out Desmonia some more, but the thought of trying to deal with that crazy woman just frustrated him even further so he remained crouched.
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Ryan made his way down and out of the apartment building to look for his boyfriend, not that it was going to be hard. He could smell the trail of cigarette smoke. He really wished Dmitry would quit the filthy habit. It was good for anyone. He followed the smell to the alleyway and sighed shaking his head.
“An alley is the last place anyone should be in this city … even if it is day. This city gets crazier every year.”
He crossed his arms standing in a very sort of expecting manner, “you know you really need to stop smoking as well as slamming doors and storming off like a recalcitrant child. Are you really that upset, that frustrated? One more week is really too much ask? I mean this is my future Mirtry.”
He sighed and moved over to his boyfriend, “give me those and come on. You mom said she’s going to be keeping Aly for a few months so she basically won't be around for a while. I think also ...”
He paused not really sure how he would say he was going to stay at his parents until his portfolio was done.
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Dmitry wasn't exactly expecting Ryan to just go and look for him, since he really didn't do it any other time he went out of the apartment for a bit. As far as him being “in danger” in the alley way, he laughed. Really? Ryan didn't know that he was actually some sort of magical being with a skull candle for a weapon so he couldn't just roll his eyes at how ludicrous the whole sentence sounded.
“I'm fine mother….”
He was about to actually work on a third smoke when Ryan demanded he give him his cigs. Deprive him of attention, sex, and anything in between he could try to work around...Do all of that and then try to take away the one thing that was actually keeping him stable? No, ******** that. Dmitry shook his head and stood up with his arms crossed. “Look, I'm compromising here. You need to graduate, and like I said before, I understand that. I'm trying to cool my jets and wait patiently like a good boyfriend. If I give you my cigs you will not like the outcome Ryan. Now go and work on your portfolio. I’ll be fine being right here.”
With that, Dmitry moved to lean on the wall while he inhaled and blew the cigarette smoke out of his nose, making sure he was blowing it away from Ryan.
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Ryan sighed trying to quell his own rising temper, because if Dmitry understood, then why were they even here right now and why was Ryan being made to feel like an a**. He frowned deeply at his boyfriend's … “some ******** compromise,” he muttered turning away.
‘Go do you work, i’ll just be an angry a** towards you, out in the alley,’ he thought irritatedly. He started to walk away. Fine, whatever, he didn’t care. Let him rot his lungs and just whatever. Mitry made his feel so childish sometimes, the childish spoiled a**.
“Do what you want Mitry. I’m just going to finish at my parents. I can work there without being bothered and maybe I’ll get finished faster. I’ll just see you next week, maybe you’ll be less frustrated if i'm not in your space all the time.”
Something told his this decision was probably not the best way to go about things, but he was just too irritated and he didn’t think either of them were really going to see reason at the moment. He headed back inside to get his things together. So much for possibly finishing up a little earlier.
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Okay see, that just wasn't fair...Dmitry tried, really he did, to keep calm and maybe reason with himself. But his body was on autopilot before he could stop himself and he was already walking through the door just as Ryan was getting his things together. He didn't get to just make him feel like a d**k and then go to his parents house unscathed. No, that wasn't how this worked. So for the second time that day, dmitry simply walked up to Ryan and picked him up, tossing him over his shoulder again before walking up to the main door.
He made sure it was locked, then he proceeded to his room. Nope, not today Ryan, not to ******** day.
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Dmitry rested his forehead on Ryan’s shoulder. Powerful feelings were pulsing through his mind and body, before he could stop it, “Ryan I….” He swallowed and sat up, leaning forward to lay on his side while he tried to make sense of his jumbled feelings. “I want you to stay...You know, permanently.” He was stalling, but he was so scared. Dmitry took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around Ryan to pull him close with his mouth by his ear:
“I love you….”
He finally said it and it felt good, to finally lay his feelings out there, but there was one other thing he was crazy enough to ask…
“You’re….My opposite, my strength and weakness, hell, I don't even know how you put up with me all the time, but most importantly, you’re my best friend. I don't want to be with anyone else and I don't want to loose you…” he held him tighter before he pulled away to look him in the eyes:
“I want...no. Ryan, I want you ******** this shouldn't be that hard….Ryan will you marry me?” Sure they've only been together 7 months but hey, his parents got married in three so at least he waited longer than that.
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Ryan felt somewhat sleepy, which was not uncommon for him after sex. He turned to Mitry when he layed on his side and waited for him to finish what he was saying. He wasn’t terribly surprised at being asked to stay and it made sense, he rarely went home anyway. It was funny though that today they gone from Ryan threatening to leave to him essentially moving in. He nodded and smiled, “yeah, I’ll …”
He started to agree, but the words never came out because in the next moment he was being hugged and Mitry was telling him the he loved him. Everything clicked in this moment and he realized why this time was so different. It wasn’t just sex, there was more feeling to it, saying I love you physically. He was a little speechless, his heart was pounding and he wasn’t sure what to say. He just remembered his resolve and was happy for it because it brought him so much. This relationship, Mitry had changed a lot for him, in his life.
He confessed more and Ryan just felt really loved and very proud, but found Mitry decided to surprise him even further by asking him to marry him. His jaw dropped and he was just giving Mitry the most ridiculous stunned, sort of are you serious look. They’d been together 7 months, his own parents were together like 7 years before they got married, or something like that.
“I ..,” he started not really sure what to say. He honestly didn’t think he wanted to be with anyone else, hell he didn’t even notice anyone else and it took him long enough to notice Mitry. If he was honest they were times when they were together where he just thought to himself, that he loved Mitry and so that what he settled for. “I love you too Mitry.”
He kissed his boyfriend, “I’m not sure we are ready to be married, but I’m not opposed. My parents are probably going to freak out a bit, but whatever.”
He kissed him again, running his fingers through those luscious red locks, “hmmm yes, I’ll marry you.” What was he thinking, it didn’t matter, he was happy, he was in love and he certainly wanted to be with Mitry.
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It was like a weight just lifted off of his shoulders and he couldn't be any happier. Dmitry responded to Ryan's kisses like a man starved. His father was going to freak, but at the same time, he didn't care.
