"I can't believe this is really happening," Jon exclaims as he and Simon walk from the parking lot towards the estate agent's office. "I mean, I can, but it's just, I was afraid something would happen and you wouldn't get the house and... well, I don't know," he grins sheepishly.
Simon grins and, darting a glance around, kisses him quickly. "I was worried too. Probably that lingering fear that the gods don't like us to be too happy." He holds the door to the office open for Jon, excitement singing in his nerves over what he's about to do.
Jon beams at the little kiss, practically skipping inside. Simon tells the receptionist what they're here for and she waves them into the agent's office, where she's sitting at her desk in front of a pile of paperwork.
"Come on in, Mr. Pegg. The sellers have everything in order, so we'll just get these papers done and we're ready to transfer title."
"Wonderful. And you have the keys with you, of course?" She nods, and they get down to business. After signing and dating what seems to be hundreds of different little sections of text, Simon's finally finished. He grins at the agent. "Anything else?"
"That'll be it, Mr. Pegg. Congratulations on your new home," she says, extending her hand to shake his and passing the keyring across the desk.
"Thank you." He turns to Jon. "Let's go get some lunch, my treat." He doesn't want to ask Jon to move in here - he wants a bit of atmosphere.
"Sounds good," Jon agrees, smiling and thanking the agent, then following Simon back to the car. "Where do you want to go, Sir?" he asks as he slides into the driver's seat.
"The club, I think," Simon replies with a grin. "I want to celebrate."
"Oh, okay," Jon laughs, putting the car into gear and pulling out onto the road. "I didn't realise you meant the kinky kind of celebration."
"Well, maybe some of both. Depends on how we're feeling." Simon sees no need to add that he figures they'll want at least a bedroom after lunch - well, at least he hopes so. Once they're at the club and seated, he glances at Jon, fiddling with the housekeys in his pocket. "So, um, here's the thing," he says, suddenly nervous. He pulls out the ring and takes a key off it, pushing it across the table. "Do you, um...think maybe you'd like to have that?"
"Oh, that'd be good," Jon agrees cheerfully. "In case I need to get in when you're not home for some reason. Thank you." He smiles, taking the key and pulling his own ring out of his pocket to put it on.
"Oh, fuck," Simon groans, realizing his meaning was lost. "I meant..." He swallows hard. "If you want...I mean, I know you really like your apartment, but...Oh, hell. Jon, will you move in with me?"
Jon's jaw's never actually, physically dropped before, but it does when he hears those words. "You... I... but I thought you wanted to live alone!" he exclaims. "I thought you didn't want... God, I don't care about my fucking apartment, do you... really?"
"Bloody hell, Jon, if I wanted to be alone I'd have stayed in London! Of course I want you to move in!" Simon actually slips out of his chair and kneels at Jon's feet, taking his hands. "I love you, Jon. I want you with me. I can't possibly live in that big house without you..." He bites his lower lip. "Unless you'd rather not."
"Sir, of course I do," Jon exclaims in an exasperated puff of air, sliding down out of his chair and onto the floor with Simon, not even caring how ridiculous they look. "I've lived with every Sir I've had, I've moved in from day one. I didn't think you wanted that with me, I thought..." He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter what I thought. I would love to live with you, Sir. That's exactly what I want."
Simon kisses him softly. "I couldn't ask you to leave your home and your work," he says. "But now that I have a home here..." He smiles. "I'm so happy you want to live with me."
"I love you," Jon says softly. "It's important to me... to be with you, to serve you... I need that."
Simon pulls him close and kisses him again. "I love you. How long will it take you to move in, do you think?"
"I don't know," Jon says, smiling. "I can start moving my stuff while you're wrapping things up in England, and while I'm getting the furniture in. I'll see if I can wrap my lease up at the end of April. I just... my head's spinning," he admits. "I thought... I mean, I'm just so used to being... a part of the house. An appendage, sort of, like a Sir chooses me and then I'm a fixture of the house for as long as he wants me. And with you, things are so different. You treat me differently. But I want to be part of your home."
"Jon. I love you. You're not a part of the house, you're a part of my soul." Simon kisses him again. "You're my boy, and my partner, and my love, and I can't imagine living without you."
"Don't make me cry," Jon laughs, wrapping his arms around Simon and squeezing him tightly. "I love you. I'm going to be the best boy I can possibly be for you. I won't make you regret this, I swear."
"You already are," Simon tells him, kissing his nose. "And there is nothing that could make me regret this."
"Okay," Jon says softly, pressing their foreheads together and laughing softly. "Um. Maybe we should get off the floor."
"And upstairs to a room," Simon agrees. "Unless you want lunch first."
"Maybe...room service after?" Jon suggests, no longer interested in food now that sex is on the table.
Simon kisss his nose and stands, helping him up. "Brilliant idea. C'mon, let's get upstairs."