Just love me, please? (mxm/bxb) [Completed]

Chapter six

We walk the rest of the way to the park hand-in-hand, though I'm still almost falling right on my face a few times, but Vincent still catches me, thank Goodness; these times it's easier for him as our hands are already interlocked. When we reach the park we see that a lot of other people have had the same great idea as us of going to the park as there're families, couples and dogs everywhere. "I know this secluded part of the park where we can let the dogs run, if you're up for a little more walking?" Vincent asks with a lazy smile on his face. "You mean, if I'm up for more sliding on ice? Sure, lead the way, good Sir" I joke and Vincent's smile grows with amusement and he leans more into my side to whisper "At least I'm here to catch you, my fine man" And I thank the cold weather for being my friend, because the blush that creeps onto my face by that action doesn't show as my cheeks are already red from cold. We start walking again and this is when I start to notice.. Notice the people we walk past looking as us; some just giving us quick glances while others are looking openly at us. I glance at Vincent to see if he too has realized people are looking at us. He's walking with a small, loving smile and love in his eyes and it brings a content smile to my face. "People are looking" I say just to inform him, and maybe I'm a little curious what he'll do if he hasn't already realized them. "Let them look to their hearts' content. And they should look – I'm walking with the most beautiful man in the world" he says lowly and I'm left surprised with his answer, 'I did so not see that one coming'. He makes us stop by holding my hand back and puts our hands over his chest where his heart is, and though I can't feel his heartbeat I like the idea of being able to feel it if I could for the clothes. "And didn't I tell you yesterday.. I just need you, Mark, no one else in the whole world" his eyes are so intense it leaves me either wanting to lean in and kiss the life out of him right here in the middle of the park or break down crying and puking all over the place. "Yeah.. Yeah, you did tell me" I say breathlessly almost inaudible. "And I meant it. So let them look all they want 'cus I only have my eyes on one person, and he's more than enough for me" he says honestly and starts walking again with an even bigger smile on his face. And with that we keep walking hand-in-hand and my heart feels like it's exploding because he doesn't give a shit about being seen with me in public. And that's exactly what I wanted from the beginning.

We reach the secluded part of the park about five minutes later and it's the most beautiful and peaceful place I've been to in a long time. There's a frozen lake and around the lake is a path where it's obvious no human has walked in awhile. "God, it's breathtaking" I say as I let go of Vincent's hand to bend down and take of the leashes of the dogs. "I know, right. I really love this place. We actually came to this city quite a lot when I was younger. And one day when I was bored out of my mind I went exploring around the park and I found this place. I've never told anyone about this place.. nobody but you" he says and smiles his dazzling smile at me, dimple showing. "I understand why you would keep this for yourself" I say and I do; I do understand why he never told anyone. I would, no I will keep this for myself too. I see him looking at the dogs running about the path and I suddenly realize that he does look tired – looks tired, looks thinner, looks.. 'Wait, isn't his hair longer?'. "Did you grow your hair out?" I ask him before I can stop myself. He runs his hand self-consciously through his hair and it makes me realize that we aren't holding hands anymore after I let go of his hand to take the leashes off the dogs. "Yeah. I kinda couldn't pull myself together to get a haircut.. You like it?" he asks timidly. "I.." I close my mouth as soon as it opened to think over what to say. "It's not that I don't like it.." his face falls so I hurry on "I like it! I do! But.. It just makes you look younger.. or something" I say carefully. Vincent chuckles and asks perplexed "Is that a good or a bad thing?" My cheeks slowly start to burn "Um. Of course is it a good thing.. But.." I glance up at him and he's looking at me curiously ".. Well.. With long hair you look younger.. and therefore more.. like.. inexperienced. You understand?" "No" is the immediate answer and he literally looks like he has no idea what I'm talking about. I internally groan "Well.. With shorter hair you look.. Older, but in a good way!!.. And maybe like you have more life-experience.. and that you are more reliable.. And maybe.. Umm see.. More h-handsome,maybe,Idon'tknow?" I end in a mumbled whisper. I'm red from head to toe and I don't dare look at him. Twenty seconds go by and Vincent hasn't moved a muscle and I'm really starting to freak out. I look up at him under my eyelashes and I start to worry when I see his brows knit tightly together so I lift my head in worry. Then I look more carefully and I see the corners of his mouth twitch. I groan out loud and hit him on the shoulder "You ass!! I see the smile that wants to come out!" he then lets the smile go but his voice is still serious "So what you're saying.. is that you think I'm hotter with shorter hair?" If I had anything in my mouth I would've spit it out right now, and I say with wide, scandalised eyes "W-w-w-w-what?? I-I-I-I.." I'm stopped in my stutter by Vincent raising an eyebrow at me and a cocky smile on his lips showing his damn dimple. My shoulders sag in defeat and I look at the ground when I nod once. My ears are filled with Vincent's heartfelt and love-filled laughter and I'm soon enfolded in a hug by him. He steps all the way into my personal-space and wraps his arms around my head with his hands locked on top of the back of my head and his elbows on my shoulder to get my head to smash into his nape. He's looking up into the air causing my nose to rest on his Adams apple and I feel every vibration that erupts from his laughter and I smell the faint fragrance of his Hugo Boss perfume, but it's mostly his natural scent that fills my nostrils. I slide my hands up his back and I grab onto his shoulders from behind to get him closer to me, and I breathe deep in for what feels like the first time in months. We stand like that for a long time and all the while Vincent's laughter is heard, though it's slowly tuning into a chuckle. I feel so damn comfortable enclosed in his scent, feel so complete embraced in his arms and I'm just so fucking tired of fighting my feelings for him, which is probably the reason I mumble into his warm throat "God, I've missed you so fucking much" and hug him tighter to my body. "I've missed you too" he whispers, laughter still prominent in his voice but it's more earnest now. I nuzzle more into his throat and take a shaky inhale and almost feel faint because of his delicious odour. "Why do you always smell so nice?" I breathe in through my nose to get a whiff of, well of him. Vincent chuckles darkly and says lowly "I don't know.. I didn't even know I smell nice." "You do.. You always have" I whisper and get a sudden urge to lick him across his Adams apple. But instead of doing so do I start to peel myself of him. He's not really cooperative but still lets me go – well, lets me mostly go. He still keeps his hands behind my neck and with the both of us still keeping our eyes closed he leans his forehead against mine like he wants to kiss me. I wish he'd kiss me but at the same time my heart swells in my chest at how considerate he is of my feelings. So with an unexpected boost of confidence I slowly lean the lower part of my face to his and plants a soft kiss on the right corner of his mouth, my lips quivering with nerves. I lean my head back about two centimetres and breathe slowly out against his mouth before I'm ready to face the world. I lean away from him and see him with still closed eyes and now slightly parted lips stretch to a small smile. I blush by the sight and call in my dogs. When their leashes are safely put on I ask Vincent as confidently as possible "You ready?". "Yeah" he says dreamily "Yeah, I'm ready". When we start on our way home Vincent quickly grabs my hand in his and I give him a shy smile, and we walk side by side, hand-in-hand all the way home and we give a fuck about the looks we get from people. All we care about is each other.