Joseph Kavinsky (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mitsubishievo) wrote2017-04-19 10:52 pm
mitsubishievo) wrote2017-04-19 10:52 pm
Four words, simply: grow old, with me [gathering, 5/5]
Though Newt and Joseph Kavinsky had been married, legally, since January 15, they'd put off any sort of reception for months. When they'd decided to go to the court house and sign the papers together, they'd already decided that the marriage would be small, no one but themselves and the court clerks present. The wedding, the reception really, though. That was what they were looking forward to.
Things had shifted in the Kavinsky household in the time that they had been together. They had loved and lost in this house. But it was built and filled with love, and there was nothing that seemed capable of stopping that.
They'd settled on Friday afternoon, since it was just going to be a backyard thing. The new deck was finished, the garden was in bloom, and it was warm enough and good enough weather that the dreamed up garden roof was retracted to let in the natural warmth of mid Spring. Everything was light with the smell of flowers and fresh cut grass and the noise of the finches that lived in the tree at the back of the yard, dreamt once and lively as ever.
Kavinsky had set up a small buffet in the living room. The cats were roaming among the guests. Kavinsky was trying to not drink too much. He could hardly be pried from his husband's side, and when he did, his gaze was soft and adoring whenever he found him again.
All in all, it looked like it wasn't going to be a bad party at all.
Things had shifted in the Kavinsky household in the time that they had been together. They had loved and lost in this house. But it was built and filled with love, and there was nothing that seemed capable of stopping that.
They'd settled on Friday afternoon, since it was just going to be a backyard thing. The new deck was finished, the garden was in bloom, and it was warm enough and good enough weather that the dreamed up garden roof was retracted to let in the natural warmth of mid Spring. Everything was light with the smell of flowers and fresh cut grass and the noise of the finches that lived in the tree at the back of the yard, dreamt once and lively as ever.
Kavinsky had set up a small buffet in the living room. The cats were roaming among the guests. Kavinsky was trying to not drink too much. He could hardly be pried from his husband's side, and when he did, his gaze was soft and adoring whenever he found him again.
All in all, it looked like it wasn't going to be a bad party at all.
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"A business, maybe," says Newt, staying as close, as gentle as he can. "But I'd need you to help with start-up costs."
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"Anything you want, sugar."
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"I'd like to do landscaping and garden design," he says, leaning into Kavinsky a little. "But I can't decide whether I need to finish school first."
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Even just living was doing something.
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"I know it is," he says, grinning. "But that's what I'm trying to figure out. Do we have enough, though? I hate to think I'm...shucking sponging off you or something because pretty much all the money coming it right now is yours."
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He brushed a kiss against Newt's cheek, smiling softly. "You're not a sponge, sugar. I like being able to take care of you."
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"Oh, shucking hell, I hadn't even thought of that." He turns his head to catch Kavinsky's lips with his. "Would you teach me?"
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"You always say that," he says, softly, smiling as he tilts his head just slightly to look up. "What if you get bored of never shucking getting anything back?"
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"Besides," he said a little more meekly, "I have a lot of deficiencies to make up for."