Proposal

Alcott stared at the grill in front of him intensely. It was probably a year and a half old, some rust showing from the weather, but still in fine, fine condition. It had been used and loved each and every week from its owner, cooking a variety of things, always grilling them to near perfection. Except for steak. Alcott always had the upper hand in steak.
He smirked a little as he set his hand down on the closed lid, rubbing it fondly. "Hopefully your luck doesn't run out today," he muttered under his breath. Hearing the door open, he looked over his shoulder to see Arson step out of the house, a tray loaded up with raw meat in his arms.
"You bring the beers?" Arson called out, grinning as he saw Alcott lift up a six-pack of beers in response. "Good. Shit, I've been looking forward to this all week." He set the tray down and stretched his back with a sigh before looking around. "Viktor's not here?"
"I asked him not to come," the teacher said. "I, uh... I needed to talk to you."
Arson tensed up. "About what?"
Alcott stayed silent, looking everywhere but at his boyfriend. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he desperately searched for the words he had rehearsed in his mind.
It looked suspicious, and it was pissing the carpenter off. He started grumbling something in Tagalog, beginning to raise his voice. It was Alcott's turn to tense up, and he quickly raised his hands in defense.
"W-Wait! It's nothing like that! It's not bad, I swear!" Arson paused, and Alcott let out a sigh of relief. "I just... can't find the words for this."
"Just spit it out! You're acting like a prepubescent girl!" He crossed his arms and furiously tapped his foot as he waited for the angel to say something. When he was met with silence, he rolled his eyes and picked up the bottle of gasoline. "This is stupid," he grumbled, opening the grill's lid. Today was supposed to be a good day of just unwinding and grilling burgers, maybe have some sex afterwards. Good shit.
"Arson."
But Alcott just had to ruin everything with that stupid mood of his, didn't he?
"Arson!"
If he kept this up then he'd be sleeping at his own fucking house. No way he'd t-
"ARSON!!"
The carpenter froze as he was snapped out of his thoughts. He looked to see his wrist grabbed tightly to keep the lighter fluid from being poured, and looked over to see a panicked expression on Alcott's face. "Jesus Christ, were you even looking?!"
Arson blinked and looked down, his jaw dropping as he realized why his boyfriend had freaked out.
Sitting at the center of the grill, balanced between two bars, was a silver ring. It shined brilliantly, a star compared to the dark coals and rusted metal.
He'd been so distracted with Alcott's mood that he didn't even see this. Was it really real...? He looked up at the teacher, his jaw hanging yet no words finding their way out.
"It's... been a long time since I've been married," Alcott said softly, slowly releasing his grip on Arson's hand as both of their arms fell to their sides. "And the first time I was married, it didn't even start off happy. I was convinced that that life wasn't meant for me- love wasn't meant for me. Even before my ex-wife I had just been some glorified prostitute, tossed between people daily. I'd never fall into any of those traps again. I'd live my life, raise my kids, and keep to myself. And I had just climbed my way out of that downward spiral when I met you.
"And you just... You threw everything I knew out the window. You didn't want me just for my body, you didn't see me as a price tag or an exotic pet. You... You saw me. I wasn't used to that. I didn't know how to handle it- if I should push you away or keep you close. But now... Now I know." He grabbed the ring and got down on one knee, sea green eyes looking intensely at Arson's shocked expression. 

"Arson, will you marry me?"

Arson hesitated, nearly dropping the lighter fluid. This was... This was a big deal. Holy shit, he was being proposed to. He didn't know how to feel- Offended for being the bride? Nervous? Scared?
Despite all that, his mind stayed surprisingly calm. This was Alcott, after all. The guy he had confided to, the guy who'd been there through his toughest times, helped him when Grettel had run away and comforted him. This was the guy who in turn trusted him with his past, opening up all those wounds and showing how vulnerable he was. Did he want to spend the rest of his life with him? He'd already been doing that.

"Yes."
"Yes, you idiot, I'll marry you."

Alcott let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. Arson leaned down to hold his face and kiss him, both of them filled with a bright warmth of excitement and relief.
"QUACK!!"
And just like that it was gone.
The two broke their kiss to look over and see Fois Gras waddling aggressively towards them. Alcott winced and braced himself for a peck attack, but to his surprise, the duck spun around and ran off. He blinked in confusion until he noticed the ring missing from his hands. Both he and the carpenter wheezed in shock then turned to see the duck running even faster.

Father Priest smiled to himself as he watered his lawn, pleased with the beautiful shades of green his grass held proudly. It was a holy lawn! One even the Lord would smile upon!
Hearing noise nearby, he snapped his head in its direction to see Alcott and Arson chasing a duck around their lawn. The priest stared for a moment then tsked and turned his back to them. "Heathens," he muttered under his breath.