Golden {UE ONESHOT BOOK}

I'd be home with you

💎 {Fish x O'Reilly}
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Kyle sighed as he put his keys on the table. It'd been a long day and all he wanted to do was lie on the couch and watch Wrestling with his husband.

His husband. He was now offically married. The realization made him smile. He felt calm, knowing he had made it. This. This is what he had wanted for so long. And he had it. 

He was 26, and married, and probably the happiest he had ever been. Kyle walked over to the couch in the sitting room, grateful to be out of the rough tux and in pj's. 

Bobby was getting out of his tux in their bedroom. After all these years, Kyle still couldn't believe where he was. Of course, he couldn't imagine himself anywhere else, but who else got the chance to marry their best friend. Sure, when they started talking those many years ago, Kyls had dreamed of a lot of things about Bobby, but being able to marry him seemed so out of the question he never let himself get his hopes up. He smiled again, thinking of his 17 year old self. He had changed so much. He wondered what younger Kyle would think of Kyle now. He probably wouldn't forgive future him for letting the curly hair loose. 

A thud interrupted his thoughts. 

"Uh- Bobby? You ok?" he called out.

"Em, yeah, i just.. tripped getting changed" Bobby replied sleepily "I'll be out in a second"

"Alright, just don't die on our wedding night, I'd rather not have to get back into that tux again."

Bobby came out of the bedroom, rubbing his arm. "Wow, I feel so loved." He walked over to the couch, kissing Kyle's forehead. "Those tux's were pretty stiff though. Still, you looked hot." Kyle laughed. 

"Oh stop it, we both know you were giving off god-like vibes all day" he pulled Bobby closer to him, kissing him through a grin. "I can't believe we're finally married." 

"I can." said Bobby, smiling and walking away from Kyle. 

He walked over to the radio and turned it on, a slow, melancholy tune coming out from the speakers.  "I know we already had our first dance at the hotel, but i think pj's over tux's are more our style so, Kyle O'Reilly, may i have this dance?" He held out his hand, and Kyle took it, slowly standing up.

"Why yes you may, Mr. O'Reilly, since you asked oh so nicely."

They moved to the centre of the room, resting each other's heads together, hands holding tightly, as if they were to be ripped apart once the dance was finished. They swayed side to side, content in just the others company. 

I have never known peace,
Like the damp grass that yields to me.
I have never known hunger,
Like these insects that feast on me.

A thousand teeth,
And yours among them, I know.

Kyle felt so calm. Being with Bobby was no longer the rush of excitement and longing it was, it was soothing and comforting. His heart no longer sped up when Phil entered, but slowed down, knowing his other half was here and everything was okay.

Our hungers appeased,
Our heartbeats becoming slow.

Whatever they would face in the coming years, he would always have Bobby by his side, hand in hand. In sickness and in health. 

We lay here for years or for hours,
Thrown here or found,
To freeze or to thaw.
So long we become the flowers,
Two corpses we were,
Two corpses I saw.

Bobby smiled to himself. After all they'd been through, they were here. When he was younger he had thought it impossible, but here he was, sharing a dance with his husband, against all odds. They fought distance, acceptance and themselves but they had made it. He was calm and ready for whatever came next. He knew he would have Kyle, side by side, hand in hand. Until death does apart them. 

And they'd find us in a week,
When the buzzards get loud,
After the insects have made their claim.
After the foxes have known our taste,
After the raven has had its say.

I'd be home with you.