Plan and Execution
By – Hime no Ichigo
Pairing: Ren x Masato
Story Type: Drabble
Summary: Ren was actually a really, really bad worrywart.
Disclaimer: Uta noPrince-sama is the intellectual property of Broccoli.
Notes: This is from this week's theme: "June bride". Sequel to week 2's "Quixoticism".
At Masato's threat (if it can really be called so), all the marriage preparations were done under the Jinguji name. Of course, his family didn't really give the third son any back-up except their blessings for the couple, since he had his job and steady income now. But as weeks passed and the day of their marriage approached, Masato regretted his previous decision.
The paranoid side of Ren that he had rarely witnessed was rearing its ugly head as Ren became more and more agitated about the ceremony. Was the venue booked at the right location and time slot? Were their tuxedos the right dimensions and in perfect condition? Did everyone receive their invitations yet? Were the wine safely stored in the cellar? Did the order for the wedding cake go through yet? Did the—
And he didn't stop panicking even when they were safely in front of the altar, saying their vows. For an eloquent speaker capable of sweeping people off their feet, Ren was certainly out of his element, stuttering and stumbling over his words. Masato indulged in a little smug smile, glad that he wasn't the only one losing his cool.
"You may now kiss your husband."
The kiss that Ren initiated was soft and hesitant, like he was doing something wrong; but Masato would have none of that. He pushed back with more force than usual, silently telling him that he didn't agree to marry a coward, and Ren was, perhaps, empowered by the brief show of dominance.
Later, when they finished entertaining their guests at the reception and dinner, Ren finally looked him in the eye and whispered, "you were beautiful today, love."
Masato blushed at the compliment. "And you could've been better today," he chided, in a half-serious tone, pinching the bridge of Ren's nose.
He made a noncommittal noise at the back of his throat before staggering to the bed, bringing his partner with him. Masato thought this was when they'd finally make love as husband and husband, but he was wrong; Ren was already snoring lightly beside him, arms wrapped tightly around his hips.
Masato was just a little disappointed, but he could forgive him. Ren had worried himself silly for months, and it was only by miracle his hair hadn't turned white or lost somewhere along the way.
- Owari -
Authoress' Notes: My muses decided to abandon me halfway and went down the sappy, romantic route.