Happy Birthday || Matty & Shane
Shane hadn’t had any clue, truth be told. He knew Matty was working on his pitch, but he thought that would just come naturally and with a perfectly tuned piano. He hadn’t even had any idea that Matty had one to begin with. He grinned and nuzzled his face into Matty’s chest, then backed up and smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. Now for the next one.” He giggled slightly in anticipation. This one was one he was really proud of. It was his own design, something he’d worked on and had custom made just for Matty. So hopefully this would be the most perfect thing in history. “So, I designed this because I know you like Egyptian stuff. And I sent out to have it made. You’re the only one that has anything like this.” He giggled again and pulled out a black velvet box, just big enough for the content inside. It was topped with a shimmery gold ribbon, with a tiny gold feather through one end. He popped it open and showed him the ring inside. “And make sure you turn it over, too.”
Matty’s heart melted and his breath caught caught like a lump in his throat when he saw the ring. It was absolutely perfect. Every detail of it was so perfect in every way. Matty knew it was one of a kind, and wondered when Shane had found time to design it. He started at the little thing, smiling under the hand that he brought to his lips. “It’s beautiful,” he said. After a new more moments, Matty looked back up at Shane, smiling brightly. “Thank you.” Matty leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Shane’s lips. “I love you.” He smiled at Shane before kissing him quickly again.
Happy Birthday || Matty & Shane
Shane grinned. “Like I said, you’ll probably never have to use it because your voice is perfect,” he said with a blush. “But it’s never a bad thing to have.” He smiled. “And…even when we’re apart, you’ll always have that little part of me, you know?” He grabbed Matty’s hand and held it to his chest, kissing his knuckles gently. “Just like I’ll always have that part of you with the ring.” It sounded corny. But that’s the way Shane thought it through. He’d spent a lot of time finding the perfect one, the one with the best tone, the prettiest metal.
Matty chuckled lightly, wrapping his other arm around Shane and kissing his hair gently. Matty had been working on his pitch, and he almost had perfect pitch, but until then, the pitch pipe was going to stay with him, and that was for sure. Even after he’d reached his goal of having perfect pitch he’d keep it with him. Matty tried to think, just for a moment, if he’d even told Shane about Roxanne mauling his last one. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” he said.
Happy Birthday || Matty & Shane
Shane grinned, those crinkles at the corners showing brightly for all to see. He stood up straight and held the bag up. “So, presents?” he asked quietly as he reached into the bag, pulling out the first of the gifts, a small silver box with a pitch pipe inside. “I know you’ll probably never need to use it, but…it doesn’t help to be prepared, right?” He smiled and held it forward, an adorable smile spread across his lips.
Matty opened the little silver box and smiled at the pitch pipe, thinking it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. “Thank you,” he said with a bright smile, looking up at Shane. “It’s perfect.” He looked back at the pitch pipe and ran his fingers over the cold metal, smiling ever so slightly to himself. Roxanne had just gotten her jaws on Matty’s old one, and he’d been meaning to get a new one. This one was extensive and beautiful. It was almost symbolic of their music careers kicking off together.
Happy Birthday || Matty & Shane
Shane’s smile grew when Matty cupped his face. God, he’d missed him. It wasn’t about how long they’d seen each other, but more about the amount of time Shane spent wishing Matty was there. Soon it wouldn’t be an issue, if only for a little while. But there were just some times that Shane went crazy and he just wanted someone—the only someone that mattered—to make it better, to make it just a little more bearable. He grinned. “I love you, too,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as his cheek was stroked. He opened them a few minutes later to look at Matty, to really look at him. To take in all his features. His pores, the tony flecks of freckle that poked out of a spot of faded make-up. Those eyes.
Matty smiled, wrapping his arms around Shane’s middle, pressing a kiss to Shane’s forehead. No matter what he said about himself, Matty always found Shane to be perfect. Shane had eyes that went on forever, and a smile that could light up the world. Matty was hopelessly and pathetically in love with Shane, and he knew he always would be. “Good,” he said softly.
Happy Birthday || Matty & Shane
Shane grinned and kissed his boyfriend back, stepping out of his shoes as he entered the house. He followed Matty to the kitchen, sliding the handles of the bag down his arm. He grinned and shrugged. “It’s your birthday,” he said with a small smile. “What kind of jerk would I be if I didn’t come?” Shane grinned again, stepping closer to Matty and resting his hands on the counter behind his boyfriend. He leaned up on his toes, kissing his lips gently with a tiny smile. It was one of those quiet moments when they found themselves alone with one another, one that was slowly growing in rarity. To Shane, that was all the more reason to cherish it as much as possible.
Matty smiled, feeling his eyes flutter closed as he reached up and cradled Shane’s face with one of his hands for a few moments. It had felt like so long since they were just together. Matty missed Shane, even though they’d recently been spending more and more time together. Slowly, Matty pulled away and smiled at Shane. “I love you,” he reminded Shane. He gently stroked Shane’s cheek with his thumb, not really being able to do anything else. He felt like an idiot, because, for the first time, he didn’t really know what to do. But, at the same time, it was nice to not think about anything besides Shane.
ooc; i kind of want to be nick or grace. which would you prefer?
Happy Birthday || Matty & Shane
After wrestling with a tri-color, fluffy corgi to win control of the bag, Shane grabbed his keys and put the carabiner in his mouth, balancing the cake carrier and bag in his grasp before heading to the car. He made a mental note to stop and get another bag at Walgreens along the way.
Shane hummed some tune he’d started to make up along the way. He grinned to himself after a while as he pulled to the drugstore, purchased a new bag and a few other things he saw along the way that he knew Matty would like, then headed back on the road to Matty’s house.
He was there within a few minutes, hopping up the steps, being careful not to drop anything. That could be disastrous. He knocked gently on the door and stood back, rocking back and forth while he waited for his boyfriend. He glanced at the cake and prayed it tasted better than it looked. Shane definitely was not going on to become a pastry chef.
Hearing the knock at his front door, Matty came down the staircase and opened the front door, smiling at his full-handed boyfriend. “Hi,” he said. He grabbed the obviously homemade cake out of Shane’s hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come on in.” He stepped aside to let Shane through.
When he was through, Matty shut the door behind him and lead him to the kitchen, where he put the cake down on the granite counter top. “Thank you for coming,” he said, turning to Shane and leaning against the counter. Honestly, Matty didn’t really need anyone else there. He was perfectly content with just he and Shane. Miley promised to let them have their space, which was sweet of her. Tyler wasn’t home, being the good brother he was, and Santana and Sebastian were upstairs doing whatever it was they were doing. “It means a lot to me that your here.”
ooc; I’ll reply in the morning, Chris. I’m totally brain dead right now from my essay.
