Chapter 68: My Grumpy Husband-to-Be

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: My Grumpy Husband-to-Be

A small smile crossed his face as he typed:

Sweetheart, what does it take to claim you as my husband? I’m ready to settle down.

A few minutes later, Raphael’s phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen and saw Frank’s reply.

You want to get married now? What happened all of a sudden, Your Highness?

Raphael chuckled softly and quickly typed his reply.

Henry is getting married soon.

A moment later, Frank replied.

Wow, congratulations to him!

Another message came through almost immediately.

So His Highness suddenly wants to get married just because someone else is getting married?

Raphael shook his head with a fond smile and quickly typed a reply to defend himself.

It’s not just because of them, Raphael replied, adding a laughing emoji. Though seeing them take the leap definitely made me think about it more. But honestly, I’ve been thinking about marriage for a while now. I look at you, and I know I don’t want to keep waiting. So... what’s your answer, sweetheart?

Frank’s typing bubble appeared and disappeared a couple of times before his reply finally came through, along with a teasing sticker.

Well, since you’re finally asking me, I suppose I’ll have to think about it, Frank teased. You can’t just surprise me with a marriage proposal over text like this, Your Highness.

Raphael’s smile widened.

I’m serious, Frank, he typed back, his tone softer now. Tell me what you want. What does it take?

We’ll talk about it when I arrive at your place, Frank replied. So get yourself ready for me, and we’ll talk about everything properly when I see you.

Raphael’s eyes widened as he read the message.

What do you mean, my place? Raphael quickly typed back. Are you coming to Northway?

Frank replied almost immediately.

Yes. You’ll see me soon. It might be tonight or tomorrow.

Raphael smiled excitedly and quickly typed back.

When exactly are you coming? Tell me right now!

After a short pause, Frank finally replied.

Alright, alright. Next week. I’ll be there next week to spend some time with you.

Raphael laughed softly.

Then that’s perfect. Henry told me they’re inviting both of us to their wedding, so we can go together.

Alright, Frank replied. I’ll be there.

Eager to hear his voice after the exciting news, Raphael didn’t wait. He switched apps and immediately started a video call.

Within seconds, Frank answered, and his handsome face appeared on the screen.

"Well, look who couldn’t even wait five minutes for a text back," Frank teased, a fond smile on his face.

"I couldn’t help it," Raphael admitted, resting his chin on his hand. "I missed you. Seeing your texts wasn’t enough. I wanted to see you."

Frank’s cheeks turned slightly pink, and he smiled. "You’re incorrigible, Your Highness. It’s only been a few weeks."

"Weeks that I’ve spent counting every single day," Raphael replied with a smile. "And now I have to wait until next week to see you. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be patient."

"You’ll manage," Frank laughed. "Just focus on your royal duties and stay out of trouble. The week will pass before you know it."

"Only if you promise to video call me every night until you get here," Raphael said, leaning closer to the camera.

"Your Highness, don’t be spoiled. What if I’m working?" Frank asked with a laugh.

"I know work is important," Raphael replied. "I mean whenever you’re free. When you’re at home, on your way home, or whenever you’re not busy. I just want to see you."

Frank laughed softly. "Alright, Your Highness. Deal. I’ll make sure you get your calls whenever I’m free."

They stayed on the call for a while, talking, laughing, and teasing each other about what they would do when they finally saw each other.

"I want a kiss and a warm hug," Raphael said.

Frank laughed. "And I want a hard fuck."

Raphael shook his head with a smile. "You’re very naughty."

"And you love me like that," Frank replied with a teasing grin.

Raphael smiled as he stared at him through the screen for a while.

Eventually, Frank let out a small yawn.

"As much as I love looking at your face, I really need to sleep," he said, his eyes growing heavy.

"Alright, sweetheart. Go to sleep."

"Goodnight, my prince. Sweet dreams."

"I love you," Raphael said.

Frank smiled. "I love you too."

They exchanged one last blown kiss before ending the call. Both of them went to sleep that night with smiles on their faces.

**********

The morning sunlight filtered gently through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden haze across the master bedroom.

Elisha stirred and slowly opened his eyes. When he tried to move, he realized Henry was curled tightly against him, his head resting on Elisha’s chest and one leg thrown possessively over Elisha’s hip.

A soft smile spread across Elisha’s face. He gently reached up, his fingers brushing a stray lock of soft hair away from Henry’s forehead before pressing a tender kiss right to his hairline.

"Good morning, angel," Elisha murmured, his voice thick with morning sleep.

He tried to lift Henry’s head just a fraction to capture his lips, but Henry only buried his face deeper into Elisha’s chest, letting out a sleepy, grumpy sound. "Mmm... stop disturbing me."

Elisha chuckled softly. "Come on, pretty. I just want a quick good-morning kiss, and then I’ll let you sleep."

Henry shifted away with a huff, pulling the duvet tighter around his shoulders. Elisha only chuckled and moved closer, refusing to give up on his good-morning kiss. He pressed a few gentle, lingering kisses along Henry’s jaw and neck.

Henry let out an annoyed groan, blindly reaching out with a playful swipe. His hand connected squarely with Elisha’s chest, and before Elisha could react, Henry gave him a sharp little swat right over his morning erection.

Elisha winced, sucking in a sharp breath as he caught Henry’s wrist. "Ouch! Baby, do you want to ruin your dick?"

Instead of apologizing, Henry rolled over onto his side, turning his back completely.

Never one to back down, Elisha followed him, pressing his warm morning erection flush against Henry’s lower back, spooning him closely.

That was the final straw. Henry whipped around and used both legs to shove Elisha away.

"Go to hell and leave me alone!" he shouted, his eyes still firmly squeezed shut.

Elisha landed on the floor with a wince. "Ouch! My love, that hurt."

He waited for Henry to show at least a little concern, but Henry didn’t even bother opening his eyes to look at him.

Instead, Henry rolled into the middle of the king-sized bed and sprawled his arms and legs across the mattress, taking up as much space as possible so Elisha couldn’t climb back in. Satisfied with his little barricade, he settled back down and quickly returned to sleep.

Elisha stared at him in disbelief before sliding closer to the edge of the bed and sitting on the floor beside it. He rested his chin on the mattress and let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Alright," he muttered dramatically. "Since you love your sleep more than me, just sleep. I’ll sit down here on the cold floor since you clearly don’t care about me at all."

Henry didn’t even move, completely ignoring the guilt trip.