Ashley's hand stayed curled over Ganymede's on his chest. He laughed when he got a punch to the shoulder. It wasn't a big, grand gesture. There weren't flowers and he wasn't on his knee but it was genuinely Ashley.

"I was going to throw the ring box at you at the bar." He said with a laugh. Then he had asked why he wasn't wearing shorts, which reminded him he was on the bike and he changed tactics. Neither move was terribly romantic for most people. Ashley knew a lot of people would say it was too fast, he didn't give a single fuck about that. He's known this man almost a year now and just because the sex was new, doesn't mean everything is new. More then anything he just wants him to know that he's serious about what he wants. He doesn't want a boyfriend. Or a fling. Friend with benefits. Ashley wants a life to share with the person he loves most, who knows him best.

"You're my forever, Ganymede."