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@alejandrodelrios | The Spring Gala

"Excuse me?" Easton looks a little messed up -- his tie is loose, his hair is unusually messy, and he takes his mask off for a second, to put it back on correctly, revealing his identity -- which he could care less about. Accompanied by Rahi, he's recognizable, anyway. "God, I need something to drink. Can I sit here for a moment?" Easton waits, then sits next to Alejandro, "My husband has left me alone, and I'm terrified." He laughs, softly, "Just kidding. But a drink would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Easton studies the menu, "Any recommendations, friend?"

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@astrorahi | The Spring Gala

Once, his mother had warned him about the lack of sex in a relationship the longer it went on -- but with Rahi's legs wrapped around his waist and both of their pants off, Easton figures ever so often: It does not match his marriage in the slightest. Thank God for single bathroom stalls in closed of departments of buildings.

Seemingly, there's some leftover strength trapped in his body, some remaining after effects of the season -- and Easton proves they're present, through holding his husband up with only one arm, while his over thumb is shoved down his mouth, and Easton watches. The way his husband's lips wrap around his skin, and Easton does not shy from expressing what he thinks when he leans forward, pushes his thumb deeper and groans against Rahi's cheek. "God, how much I wish that was my cock. Would you like that, hm?" A little deeper, and suddenly he pulls his finger out, moving his hand deeper, hand wrapping around Rahi's throat, not quite applying pressure, just resting there, as his hips still move, relentlessly.

Easton's other fingers are digging deep into Rahi's thighs as his hips push into his husband's over and over again. His lips are kissing their way all the way up from his collarbone to his mouth, and he's grinning, wide: "And you were worried about all the pent up energy from the lack of training." Words, followed by a groan much to loud, and Easton releases a quiet laugh, "Still worried, slut?"

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"Of course I'm being serious." Easton removes his hands from his face, and lays down on his side instead. "Her name is Diya. We talked on the phone about two weeks ago, and agreed to keep it a secret until after the Superbowl. She's a very nice woman, but also very young. An accidental pregnancy that she is not very fond of keeping, but she is very willing for us to be as involved as possible. I contacted her without telling you so that you... did not get your hopes up too high in case she didn't think of us as a match. But she did." Easton takes a deep breath, then takes out his phone and opens his hidden folder, handing it to Rahi, for him to look at all the pictures -- of Diya and her boyfriend, ultrasounds, text message screenshots he kept specifically for Rahi to see.

"Nobody knows." A beat passes, "She's eight months pregnant. So we would have around one more month to prepare. I know that is... a short amount of time.", Easton admits, "But I love you, and I am ready. I'm sorry for hiding this from you. It was just very unclear in the beginning, and I did not want you to be disappointed. I would have found someone else that matches, I'm sure, and could have let you feel the excitement only. I know," Easton takes his hands into his, "That it's the good and the ugly. But it was an exhausting year for us both, and if there's pain I can spare you from, I will." A soft smile, "We can ask her to meet us today."

“Oh my God,” is his immediate reaction, a smile easily forming as he makes sense of what he's being shown. And in a blink of a crinkling eye / I'm sinking, our fingers entwined / Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights. Indeed, his cheeks do blush now — and soon after, comes a laugh, “I never thought I’d be seeing my face from so many angles. ...People just make these?” Brand-new, full-throttle / You already know, babe. For a little longer, he watches himself and his husband on that small screen, cozying up in public, all in love, whispering to each other. “…Thank God they can’t lipread.”

Easton kisses the gold, and Rahi kisses him — chastely, sweetly, on a cheek. At first, he thinks this is just pillow-talk; sweet everythings that they're used to musing about in the mornings. But then, there's a change — and he realizes just what Easton is really saying. How very much real it is.

“…What?" Rahi sits up a little, propping himself up by his elbows. His eyes find Easton's, and his voice is quiet. “Are you being serious?” Please be serious, his gaze spells out, Please, don't joke about this stuff. “When… how?”

Once Easton cups his face, Rahi closes his eyes for a moment. It lasts a second, maybe two. But in that flash, he can see a snapshot of them — the four of them — as a family. “Baby. I mean, God, we’ve always wanted that.” Then, a nod. “I really, really want that.”

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"This Barbie is an astronaut." Easton laughs, softly, "Oh my god. What I was wanting to show you." He whips out his phone, opens TikTok, the sound blasting obnoxiously loud -- then it's switched, and heard can be So High School by Taylor Swift, still blasting. Easton turns around the phone, holds it way too close to Rahi's face. "There's something called 'Edit's on this app. My assistant showed me the other day. See? This is us. After the Superbowl." Grinning softly, Easton turns the phone around, to scroll through a few videos, before putting his phone away.

Then, he takes Rahi's hand in his -- the one his wedding ring is on, and kisses the gold. "We cannot make them." Beat, "But there's this lovely lady near Los Angeles, that is currently pregnant with twins. Two boys. Half white, half... Indian. Gujarati." Easton bites his bottom lip, "And she would like for us to adopt the kids when they are born." His hand cups one side of Rahi's face, "If you say yes, it's one call I need to make, and we can meet her. If you say no, I will not be mad, Rahi. And she will not be, either."

It felt like a lifetime away, as well as only yesterday, when Easton embarked in the most challenging year of his career — while Rahi chose to hit pause on his own, in order to fully support him through it. Every home and away game, Rahi could be seen in the stands; after every training session, he welcomed him home with a warm meal and an even warmer bed.

It'd been a momentary sacrifice; the stars made to wait. But relaxing into Easton now, feeling those kisses on his skin, knowing this God of a man is all his — fuck, it's was all worth it.

"Mmm. And what are you gonna do with aaalll that free time?" That daring glint in his eye spells out the obvious: There is a right answer, and it should be 'me'. "Oh." That answer is perfect, too — which is made ever obvious, by the way Rahi's smile turns soft, almost boyish. Just the idea of fatherhood is enough to turn him into a lovesick fool. "You'd be the best." He decides, running his fingers through Easton's hair. "I'd go to work, do Very Important Science Stuff," he laughs, "then come home to my husband and our babies." Talk about a dream. "After dinner, I help them with math homework, we watch something silly on the TV, and put them to bed. Then I drag you to our room so I can kiss you breathless."

Like this, Rahi thinks, returning the kiss with twice the passion. His fingers continue to travel to Easton's neck, then down the length of his back. Rahi could trace its exact curvature with both eyes closed — by now, he has every inch of him memorized.

"God, you're looking at me like we can actually make them," Rahi laughs, cheeks warm as his head falls back. He wraps his ankles around Easton's thighs then, locking his closer. "I'm obsessed with you." Beat, as he nearly gets lost in those blue eyes. "I can't wait to do this 'forever'."

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Easton Madden-Kumar's wedding vows to Rahi Madden-Kumar. August 4th, 2024. NYC. | @astrorahi

"Another person might stand here, in this place, and threaten all the paparazzi that managed to sneak in to not take pictures of them crying. I, however..." Easton takes Rahi's hands. His own are shaking a little, but when their eyes meet again, the shaking stops. "Am fully confident and happy about finding a man that is able to make me cry out of love." Lifting Rahi's hand, he presses a kiss to his knuckles, voice wavering, "When my sister first had the idea to play the matchmaker for us, I was not quite sure where this was going to go. I was not sure what you would think of me, of my family, or of my life. I was sure, the moment you sat down in my car. It hit me, right then and there, that there would be a before, and an after meeting you. And the after could either be the happiest, best part of my life, or the worst heartbreak one could ever go through."

Easton laughs, softly. "It became so much more than I would have ever anticipated. I remember telling my sister, Belle, about you. Belle?", Easton turns in her direction, "What did you tell Rahi? What did I supposedly say?" Belle is grinning, teary-eyed, "I'm convinced your words were, 'The jeans looked very good on him.'" Laughter erupts as Easton blushes softly, and shakes his head. "That is what Belle told you. I actually..." Easton pulls a piece of paper out of his jacket, crumpled up, "I printed out the... the first text message I sent her. I don't... I don't need to read it out, I have it memorized, but. Just in case." More, soft laughs. "I said 'When he entered the planetarium, when he looked upwards as I walked behind him, I knew that I would spend every single hour of his absence and stay in the night sky staring up at it, awaiting his return. He swept me right of my feet, with the glowing love in his heart." A beat passes. "PS: The jeans looked very good on him."

More laughter, and Easton does laugh, too, as he stuffs the paper back into his pocket. "Rahi Kumar. You are the love of my life. Good jeans, or ugly jeans. It does not matter to me. Astronaut suit, t-shirt, whatever clothes you choose, whatever expression your face wears, whatever age is on your birthday cake. You are the love of my life. And I cannot wait to be your husband."

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@astrorahi | Their shared apartment

"I feel old.", Easton mutters against Rahi's chest, pressing gentle kisses to every little inch of skin he has access too, "Like, what do you mean, I will not get tortured in training next Sunday?" Humming softly, Easton moves to place his hand on Rahi's right cheek, thumb pulling his lower lip down, "What do you mean, I get to wake up next to my husband every single day now?" The grin on his lips is spreading. It is only morning, and yet Easton seems to be bursting with energy, "What I'm saying is..." His hand moves down, onto Rahi's thigh instead, and Easton pulls him closer, "I'm a retired man. I have a lot of free time on my hands. I would be the perfect stay at home dad." Easton eyes him up, expectantly, still spreading kisses over his chest, "For twins."

The grin is back again, and Easton captures Rahi's lips with his instead, "Hm, Rahi Madden-Kumar?" He draws in a breath, "God, I'm so fucking obsessed with you. Surprising you're allowed up in space." Cue a mischievous facial expression, "You're so hot, I'm sure you could burn a hole in the ISS."

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LOST IN THE FLASHING LIGHTS.

&&. wait, is ( easton emil madden-kumar ) quitting next season? i've heard through a grapevine, that the ( 43 ) year old ( quarterback for the new york giants ) is aiming for his last superbowl. somehow, he reminds me of ( david gandy ). some say that he is ( aloof & calculating ), but i think he is actually ( analytical & diplomatic ). ( penned by logan )

— BASICS

NAME: Easton Emil Madden-Kumar AGE / D.O.B.: 41 / 03.10.1981 GENDER / PRONOUS / SEXUALITY: Cismale / he/him / Homosexual HOMETOWN: New York, NY AFFILIATION: Civillian JOB POSITION: Quarterback for the New York Giants EDUCATION: High School Graduate / Havard (1999-2003 / Crimson Football) RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to @astrorahi CHILDREN: None POSITIVE TRAITS Tidy, secure, forgiving, discreet, reflective NEGATIVE TRAITS: Secretive, stiff, petty, cold, abrupt

— BIOGRAPHY

TW: Abuse, internalized homophobia + homophobia, eating disorders

Easton gets tired of his family's wealth when one of his middle school friends claims he's ignorant and no fun to be around, and he gets so sad that he feels sick for days. Friendship heartbreak is the worst, his mother says, and when he's in Highschool and his next "Friendship breakup" feels even worse, Easton figures there might be more to it. But his feelings, his emotions, they're all overshadowed by his mothers ex-husband, his father - William Madden. To be precise, everything is always overshadowed by his father's existence, his money, his work. Even his mother is, and the impact his father's violence and way of raising his kids has on his life is bad. Easton started sneaking out - started hanging out with the "bad guys", with the poorer people, risking his life just to get a part of normalcy. Then, football enters his life. After always pushing himself to be perfect, good, no mess, in control of his emotions, always in control of his emotions, football is his escape route. It's messy. Dirty. Allows him to get angry and violent, allows him to let his control slip. And it does, once or twice, badly, but his media team is good, his lawyers are better. What his father's money cannot fix, though, is how lonely all the attention makes him feel, and how the success in football gets to him in college, where his eating habits slip for a while and he struggles to keep up with the sport, and school, and... figuring out he was gay, right before a big game night, which led to the worst game he ever played in his life. It couldn't be. He'd done business. He'd done football. He'd taken every crump of compliments, every word of appreciation, every cold nod and every punch to be good. To be perfect. No, to be good enough, and then he just isn't. After his first and final football game of college, the scout of the New York Giants asks him to sign a contract, and there's no hesitation. No denying. It's what he's earned himself - his father hasn't asked him to, nobody has, he's old enough, he can do whatever he wants. And he does. And sticks around. As good as Tom Brady. Possibly soon to be in the Hall of Fame, the newspapers read, and while he's offered many more contracts, he sticks around with the Giants, pushes them to Superbowl and gets them many wins. But he's never fully himself - he's not outed, fake dates women (during college and a few years after), and when 2020 comes around and he thinks of quitting - he does it. After a game, at a press conference, he speaks up about his sexuality and publicly outs himself as homosexual. The shitstorm is massive, but so is the support. Easton doesn't talk to his father about it. His mother knew. Of course she did. He loves Persephone with all his heart, and will likely never stop. But there's more to the oh so famous NFL player - behind closed doors, there's his obsession with Haribo Gummies in all colors, but especially red and green, his favor for watching old romance movies with his beloved sister, Livy, the friendship bracelets his niece and nephew made him he always wears around, and his passion to memorize every little thing about his loved ones. His jersey number is 4 - His sister's favorite number. And recently, he's been photographed wearing NASA hoodies around. Hm. A sponsorship? Who knows.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

EXES: Some of the girls he fake-dated in College to be seen as straight. Probably broke up with them for dumb ass reasons. Could be great friends now and laugh about it together (he never purposely hurt anyone and likely told them he was gonna busy and wonky with their relationship). COLLEGE BUDS: Went to college from 1999-2003? Could've met at Havard, a party, or during a game! Maybe some former football players?