Nico was snoring softly, his mouth open in his sleep due to his sleeping position. He was lying on his back, upper body propped up against Lewis with Lewis’ arms wrapped around him. His head was resting against Lewis’ chest, but he was still sitting up too much to be comfortable in his sleep.
Lewis turned the movie off when a particularly loud snore interrupted the dialogue. “Nico”, he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Wake up, baby. You’ll have a crick in your neck soon.”
“Hrmpf”, Nico replied and turned his head sideways, trying to hide his face against Lewis’ pecs.
“You’ll be a lot more comfy if we move this to our bed.” Lewis slowly unwrapped himself from Nico as much as possible without kicking him off the sofa. “C’mon.”
Yawning, Nico blearily opened his eyes. “Was comfy”, he protested, but he sat up when prompted again.
“Bed is going to be even better, baby”, Lewis coaxed him. With another yawn, Nico got up and stumbled in the direction of the bed room; leaving Lewis to clean up behind them by straightening the blanket on the sofa and carrying their mugs into the kitchen.
When Lewis had turned the lights off and followed Nico into the bedroom he was greeted by a mountain of clothes on the floor and a curled up Nico in the middle of their bed.
“Need you”, Nico mumbled and made grabby hands towards Lewis. “Need you as a pillow.”
A soft smile was tugging on Lewis lips. Nico’s antics when he was completely knackered were the most adorable thing, even if it meant that Lewis got degraded to being a pillow. Quickly he picked up Nico’s clothes and threw them in the hamper together with his own and forewent a shirt so that he crawled into bed only wearing his boxers and that fond smile on his face.
“I’m right here”, Lewis said quietly, scooting closer until Nico could rest his head on his chest again, only this time in a more comfortable position curled up against him. Starting to run his fingers through Nico’s hair in a soothing motion, it didn’t take long until Nico’s breathing evened out.
Lewis was still looking at Nico, tracing his cheekbones with his fingers as softly as possible as to not wake him up. “Marry me”, Lewis whispered, holding his breath for a second when Nico moved his head, but he continued to sleep.
Lewis sighed and started over. “I love you so much Nico, you mean everything to me. Will you marry me?”
Nico’s breathing stayed even and slow, so Lewis rested his head back against the headboard for a moment.
“Okay what about this,” he said to himself, “you’re the love of my life. You’re supportive and competitive, you make my life so much harder and I would be lost without you. You’re always there when I need you, and you’re so often in between me and a race win. I wouldn’t want it any other way, you and me, squabbling over who gets to drive when we go somewhere, snogging in the garage behind a stack of tyres. Marry me so I know that even when we stop racing, even if everything were to change, I’ll still have you by my side, forever.”
Lewis traced Nico’s bottom lip with his finger. “I think that’s maybe too much rambling.”
Nico made a rumbling sound and Lewis pulled his hand back, started to thread his fingers through Nico’s hair instead and tried again.
“I love you. I love waking up next to you, I love racing with you, I love every moment you spend by my side and I miss you every moment you don’t. Will you marry me?”
“If I say yes, will you stop practising and let me sleep?”
Lewis squeaked and almost shoved Nico off his chest in his surprise. When he looked down, Nico was smirking up at him, his cheeks warm.
“Depends”, Lewis said softly when he put his hand back into Nico’s hair. “Are you only saying yes to shut me up?”
Nico sighed and slowly started to move, kicking the duvet off of him and detangling himself from Lewis.
“Nico? What are you doing?”
But Nico didn’t reply, he only smiled at Lewis and ran his hand through his tousled hair before he got up and walked to the sock drawer which he opened.
Within a couple seconds, Nico grabbed something from the inside and jumped back onto the bed, walking on his knees until he was close enough to Lewis to straddle his lap.
Lewis was looking up at Nico with his mouth slightly open, watching his every move and his eyes flickering between Nico’s face and the thing he was holding in his closed fist.
“I wanted to do this with a classic romantic dinner, but I don’t know what I was thinking by wanting to try to do something like other people. We’re not like anyone else.” Nico ran his fingers over the side of Lewis’ face, slowly turning his head up a little so he could lean his forehead against Lewis’. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, and your ridiculously sweet speeches are all perfect, I’m saying yes to every single one of them. I love you Lewis. Now give me your hand so I can put this ring on your finger and then go back to sleep.”
Lewis’ breath hitched when Nico leaned back and opened the ring box he had been holding in his hand. Inside were two silver rings, flat and without a big gem, instead there was a thin strip of turquoise stone worked into the middle.
“Oh my god”, Lewis said, his voice breaking.
“Do you like it?”, Nico asked softly and took one of the rings out, putting the box down next to them and taking Lewis’ hand into his.
Lewis nodded, he was still speechless. “That means your answer really is yes”, he said when Nico slipped the ring onto his finger.
“Of course it is.” Nico gave the ring box to Lewis, who was so busy looking at his now ringed finger that he almost dropped it. “You didn’t really think I’d say anything but yes, did you.”
Lewis took Nico’s ring out of the box and slipped it onto his finger, then he pulled him in for a deep kiss. “I wanted to do it right”, Lewis said quietly against Nico’s lips when they parted for a second. “You only deserve the very best.”
Nico chuckled. “Being woken up by you practising engagement speeches is the best thing ever, you’re right.”
Blushing, Lewis ducked his head a bit. “I love you so much”, he whispered before he pulled Nico into another kiss. “I love you too”, Nico replied, and then he yawned against Lewis’ lips.
“Can we continue the engagement make out session after a nap? Or do you need me to go sleep so you start practising the wedding vows?”, he mumbled when Lewis pulled him closer against his chest.
Lewis laughed softly. “No, I’m done, we can go to sleep.” He rolled them around so they were both lying down, arms wrapped around each other. “Good night, baby.”
Nico made a humming noise and kissed Lewis’ nose before he closed his eyes again. Lewis followed suit, content with the comfortable weight of the ring on his finger and the soft press of Nico’s ring against his skin where they were holding hands.~