Archive for June, 2009

The Proposal: A Short Story

Posted in Love, Short Stories with tags , , on June 15, 2009 by drevolutionary1

As Alanzo sat on the floor watching the rain hit his windowsill, he thought of how he would piece together the data from his recent experiments. He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples hoping that it would somehow free the stress accumulated from the day. His legs were crossed and his back was hunched over multiple stacks of paper. It was 2 am and he had been drifting in and out of sleep. Suddenly he sensed another presence in the room. The dark skinned man behind him sat down and started rubbing his shoulders, instantly changing Alanzo’s mood.

“I was thinking about you all day at work” the man said, kissing Alanzo on the neck.

“Y tu guapito!”  Alanzo turned his head to give his boyfriend, Xavier, a smooch on the lips.

“So have you cured cancer yet?” Xavier asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Hmmm. Not yet,” Alanzo said in an equally sarcastic, but lovingly appreciative tone. Xavier, a writer by trade, wasn’t all that fond of the sciences. In fact he barely passed Chemistry in high school—but that didn’t stop his attraction to Alanzo’s scientific mind and intellect. He loved how Alanzo’s face lit up when he explained science to little kids or broke down some complex concept to the average Joe. Alanzo was also quite a compassionate and caring man who gave so much of himself. Wondering what he did to deserve such a beautiful man, he thought now was the right time. As he began stroking Alanzo’s wavy black hair, he gathered the courage to pop the question.

“Marry me.”

Alanzo chuckled in disbelief. But after a few seconds he felt the stare of sincere eyes on his back. His heart began racing and he thought of all the implications of marriage. Why would he need to get married? Was his commitment to Xavier not already strong?

“I’m so serious right now Alanzo. I want you to be mine forever and I want to have a big ceremony and I want all of our friends to be a part of it.”

“You’re not joking, huh?” asked Alanzo. He thought of how is co-workers would react to the fact that he was married to a man. He wasn’t closeted about his sexuality—in fact his parents were very supportive–but at times he struggled deciding when to tell people he was gay.

Xavier rested his chin so that it fit perfectly into the depression on Alanzo’s shoulder.

“What would your parents and your church think?” Alanzo queried. “They don’t know about you at all.”

“I am tired of hiding. They are going to have to deal with me and take me as I am.”

Xavier took Alanzo’s caramel colored hand in his own and placed a small silver band in it. The ring was warmed by Xavier’s body heat—for he had been holding on to it ever so tightly since he had gotten home in anticipation of this moment. Alanzo turned around and Xavier slipped on the ring. He looked deep into Xavier’s dark brown eyes. He saw a man whose creativity inspired him and whose joy made him feel alive.

Alanzo embraced Xavier deeply and whispered into his ears, “Yes. Yes I will marry you!”

“Ok now, it’s 2 am and I’m gonna need you to come to bed mister. You can work on this in the morning. I bought a bottle of champagne, so go meet me in the bedroom.

Alanzo sprang up from his position playfully. Xavier slapped him on the butt as he ran to the bedroom. Xavier went into the kitchen and obtained two champagne flutes and the bottle of champagne he purchased. After reaching the bedroom, he poured some of the bubbly liquid into both flutes and joined Alanzo in the bed.

“Champagne is my favorite,” Alanzo said, bringing the effervescent substance to his face. He could feel the fizz and savored the moment with the one he loved.

“Precisely my dear,” Xavier replied. They stared into each other’s eyes until they drifted off…