The Chaotic Interim (boyxboy)

Epilogue

“We should get married,” Josiah said, taking another bite of his tuna fish sandwich.

Carson snorted and glanced to the right at his boyfriend. “Shut up.”

The brunet lifted a potato chip out of the bag in his hands and popped it into his mouth. The pair of them were eating a late lunch on the stairs of one of the academic buildings.

Josiah made a sound of disapproval and turned his head to look at his boyfriend. “That was rude. I just proposed and you told me to shut up.”

Carson laughed. “You didn’t propose, Joe. You’re eating a sandwich.”

“Why does that have anything to do with it?”

“You know, you’re literally the least romantic person in the world.”

Josiah smirked. “I’ve been told. So, what do you say?”

“You didn’t ask anything,” Carson said. “So I don’t have to answer.”

“I’m being serious, you know. It’s legal here; for us to get married.” Josiah eyed his boyfriend, watching his facial expressions. “We should do it.”

The brunet snorted again. “I love how you think the reason we should get married is because it’s legal. Remember when I said you were romantic? Yeah, you’re totally romantic.”

Josiah dropped his half-eaten sandwich back into it’s bag and scooted closer to the younger man. “Come on. Just say yes.”

“We’ve only been together for like seven months, Joe. It’s too soon to think about marriage.”

The older man angled his body and leaned closer. “Just think about it, will you?”

Carson rolled his eyes. “Sure. If it makes you shut up.”

Sage eyes twinkled mischievously. “I know what else will make me shut up...”

“Yeah?”

Josiah’s lips curled into a little smirk and he ducked his head down. “Yeah,” he breathed, just before he pressed his mouth down onto his boyfriend’s. They kissed chastely for a few seconds before Josiah traced his tongue over Carson’s bottom lip.

The brunet was about to part his lips to allow his boyfriend to deepen the kiss, but then he remembered their surroundings. He wasn’t one for having makeout sessions in public, so he quickly pulled away from Josiah. At his boyfriend’s blatant pout, he chuckled and leaned in to give him another peck.

“Are you really gonna think about it?” Josiah asked.

Carson groaned. “Yes, okay! Just stop asking me, please.”

“‘Sup, gay boys?” Ayden asked, strolling up to her friends.

The brunet raised an eyebrow. “That’s offensive.”

“Do I look like I care?” Ayden asked.

“Not at all,” Josiah chirped, grabbing onto his boyfriend’s hand.

“Didn’t think so,” the blonde quipped. She stole a chip from Carson’s bag and sat down next to him. “So what does Joe have to stop asking?”

“Nothing,” Carson said, glaring at his boyfriend.

Josiah smiled goofily at the blonde girl. “Car and I are engaged.”

“No shit?” Ayden asked, a smile creeping onto her lips. “That’s cute!”

“No,” the brunet snapped. He turned his glare from the man on his left to his best friend on the other side. “We’re not actually engaged. He’s just being stupid today.”