Title: Grammar
Author: Taimat/Tai_ness
Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold/From First to Last
Pairing: Brian Haner/Matt Good
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A little grinding, a little innuendo, a little cursing. . .and fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own/know Brian Haner or Matt Good. This was not written for profit, and I do not intend to cause harm to any character described within. I am not insinuating that this actually happened, nor do I believe that it did.
Summary: “I will if you ask me.”
Length: 939 words
Date: Completed August 31, 2006


Matt shuddered, letting his head fall back as Brian bit down sharply, tugging at his hair and making him groan. The larger man traced Matt’s neck upwards, pressing his lips against the pulse of blood beneath the warm surface. Brian’s breath was hot upon his skin, and Matt felt almost light-headed when the other guitarist suddenly pulled away.

“Matt?” he murmured, voice dry and deep. “Will you marry me?”

The blue-eyed man blinked down at him, gasping, “I will if you ask me.”

Brian’s brow furrowed, and he was about to ask what the hell that meant, but then Matt did this lovely thing with his hips. . .

~~~~~~~

Brian awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. He ran a hand through his tangled hair and groaned, sliding slowly out of bed. As he shuffled around the room looking for a clean pair of boxers, he both heard and felt the heavy beat coming from the kitchen of the beach house. Rubbing his eyes, he wandered out of the room into the brightness of morning.

He blinked.

Gorillaz’s “Dare” was playing on the stereo in the corner, and Matt was occupied with dancing around in front of the stove, flipping pancakes as he did so.

And damn, did the boy have a nice ass.

He was singing along softly, voice hitching when Brian pressed close to him from behind. Matt sighed as Brian’s calloused fingertips traced over his ribs lightly, having slipped under the thin, white shirt he wore. They dropped then to dip under the waistband of his shorts, and Matt rushed to get the pancakes off the heat and onto the plate. As soon as the last one slid onto the glass, Brian ground forward. Matt gave a small whining noise, turning his head to catch the other guitarist in a kiss.

But Brian shifted to whisper in his ear, “Would you marry me?”

Matt sighed and pushed back against Brian. “I would if you asked.”

And then he spun away, taking two plates to the table and leaving a confused Brian at the stove.

~~~~~~~

It had been a week, and Brian was no closer to figuring out exactly what Matt wanted from him. Was he not good enough? Not loyal enough? Not honest enough? Not sweet enough?

He growled to himself and shifted against the shingles. He had climbed out onto the roof to think, leaving Matt inside, comfortable and asleep. And the night was beautiful. Only a few wisps of cloud pushed steadily across the sky, and the stars twinkled brightly. Brian had taken Matt here in order to propose, but it didn’t seem to be going as planned. He still wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to be saying in order to be “asking.” Pushing damp hair out of his eyes, he stared down at the glittering stone in his hand.

He’d gotten it nearly two weeks ago, but it had taken him a while to get up the courage to ask in the first place. And then he’d gotten, well. . .not turned down, exactly. . .deferred? And so here he was, sitting on the roof of the beach house he’d rented, watching the stars and listening to the waves wash up on the sandy Florida shore. He closed his fist upon the ring, feeling the bite of the diamond on his palm and wishing that it hurt more.

There was a soft creak to his right, and a long, pale body slipped through the window onto the roof. The guitarist sighed and looked up as Matt settled beside him, head supported on his hand. Brian turned his head then, and nearly gasped out loud.

Matt was gorgeous. Well, he always was, but now. . .he was. . .exquisite.

“Really, now?”

Dark eyes darted up and were immediately taken prisoner by vibrant blue. Whereupon the shorter man realized that he had spoken out loud. But instead of responding, he only raised a hand and placed it over his partner’s heart, just feeling. Matt didn’t say a word, but remained still. Waiting. Watching.

Brian drew his fingers down, running them over the flat plane of Matt’s chest, down to his navel. He traced graceful hips, causing the other man to tremble and lay back onto the roof. Brian leaned up on one elbow then, using his free arm to continue to draw patterns on the warm expanse of skin. Matt was smooth. So smooth. . .

Brian travelled up to Matt’s face, brushing over a flushed cheek, still-swollen lips, closed eyelids. . .when they opened.

And Brian’s breath caught.

Because Matt was smiling at him, and the moonlight filtered through his dark hair and made his skin nearly luminescent. . .

And his eyes. . .

. . .his eyes. . .

They were bright and beautiful, and in them. . .

His heart fluttered.

And suddenly, he could not go another moment without knowing. . .

“Matt. . .I ask you now, in this moment, to be mine. Forever.” He shifted, opening his palm to the beauty beneath him. “Will you accept my proposal?”

And Matt smiled.

“Yes.”