Better Than Wedding, Part 10- A Matt & Aaron Short Story (NSFW)

We’re getting closer! There are just two more installments left in this short story about Matt and Aaron’s journey to the altar. Woohoo! I have a project to complete before I can concentrate on parts 11 and 12. I’ll keep you updated but it will most likely be in the next ten days. On the bright side, those last chapters will be posted a couple of days apart.

So here we are… the day before the big day! Who’s ready?

Happy Reading! Lane xo

*Previous Chapters 1-6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

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The smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafted through our condo. I shuffled from the bathroom to the kitchen, juggling a couple of Advil in one hand and rubbing my eyes with the other. I was more than half asleep and only vaguely cognizant that it was crucial to power through my fierce desire to curl back in bed and pull the covers over my head for some serious hibernation. Today was important. It had to be the reason for the bacon before five a.m. and once I had coffee, it would all become clear. I hoped.

“Good morning, Matty,” Aaron singsonged.

I grunted an incoherent greeting and slumped onto the nearest barstool. Aaron turned with a spatula in hand and flashed a tired smile my way. He immediately did a double-take, but thankfully, didn’t ask questions. He set the spatula aside and poured a generous cup of coffee for me then pushed it across the island countertop toward me.

“Thank you. Can I have water too, please?” I set my Advil on the island and gave him a pathetic look.

Aaron rolled his eyes but tossed a water bottle at me before heading back to the stove to tend to breakfast. I kept my gaze on his hips and did my best to follow his conversation while I sipped coffee. He said something about eggs before running through his itinerary for the day. I listened up for important bullet points but I wasn’t quite ready to participate in the actual forming of sentences.

He set a platter piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on the island along with two empty plates and utensils and then skirted the counter to join me.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, gesturing for me to help myself.

“My head hurts.”

“Hmph. All I can say is… I told you so. How many shots did your brother talk you into?”

“I dunno. Did I do anything stupid?”

I winced at the thought. I rarely had too much to drink and never on a weeknight. Jay had insisted we include Sean in our post-family dinner get-together at his and Peter’s home. Sean had a hard time accepting that I was bi and in love with a man in the beginning. But I had to give him credit for trying. He’d made an effort to get to know Aaron and some of our friends over the past few years. The problem was Sean tended to add alcohol to any situation that made him nervous and hanging out with a room a group of gay couples wasn’t exactly his comfort zone.

“No, you just told everyone how much you love me. Over and over and over.” He chuckled then gave a few examples of my over-the-top amorous lines.

I sighed then chomped a slice of bacon like a carrot. “Not the worst thing in the world, is it?”

“Nope. You did tell Sean that he should try sucking cock though. That was a teensy awkward.”

“I did not,” I insisted.

“You did. But everyone with the exception of Katie’s uber-straight techie date and maybe Sean, agreed with you so it was more funny than embarrassing. But you’d better behave tonight. I will be seriously pissed if my husband-to-be gets bombed the day before our wedding. Or worse yet, atour wedding,” he said in a steely tone that brooked no argument.

“You have nothing to worry about,” I promised.

“I know. I just don’t want anything to go wrong,” he replied earnestly.

“Everything will be perfect. Vic has assured us multiple times that he has this under control. Flowers, cake, photographer, decorations, deejay… am I forgetting something?”

“People. What if I missed a typo on the invitations and the time or place is wrong?”

“Oh please. I know you too well, Aar. I bet you’ve rechecked the invites multiple times since they were printed. Be honest, you checked again when you woke up this morning too, didn’t you?”

Aaron pursed his lips and then grinned. “Maybe. My obsessive compulsive side is raging at the moment. This matters to me.”

“Hey, it matters to me too.” I set my finger over his lips to stop his speech. “Believe it or not, our wedding matters to a lot of people. We’re incredibly lucky. We have amazing families, friends and co-workers rooting for us. Hell, random people, like Karen the checkout lady at the grocery store and our favorite baristas at Starbuck’s, have demanded we post the ceremony on Youtube so they can be part of the action too. Yes, this is our day, but we’re getting married in front of a fuckton of guests tomorrow who have supported us and shown love and encouragement and I don’t take any part of that for granted.

“Maybe someday, two guys getting married will just be another wedding between crazy kids who fell in love and decided to spend the rest of their lives together. But now, it’s that and a little more. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t ask you to marry me to make a statement. I asked you because I love you and I want everyone to know this is real. We don’t need a piece of paper to know this is real, but you know what I mean. Right?” I leaned in to kiss his lips and gave him a lopsided grin.

“I know exactly what you mean. Thank you. I love you too.” Aaron sniffed then gently wiped the corner of his eyes. “Just think, the next time we have breakfast in this kitchen, we’ll be husbands.”

I set my hand on his thigh and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “How did we get here?”

“I have no idea,” he laughed. “But I like it.”

“Me too. So try not to stress out tonight or tomorrow. The party is already in motion. All we have to do is enjoy.”

“Okay… just remember to be on time and—”

“Oh my God.” I fell forward and rested my forehead on the island.

Aaron snickered merrily then threw his arms around my waist and showered me kisses. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. You know what’s good for tension release?”

I sat up quickly and pulled him between my legs. “I have ideas but they’re all x-rated. What did you have in mind?”

Aaron furrowed his brow and tapped his forefinger on his chin as though considering his options. “Hmm. Mutual handjobs or blowjobs either here or in the shower or back in bed or… you can fuck me.”

“Ah, the romance,” I huffed sarcastically then stood and tugged his pajama bottoms over his ass and squeezed.

He rocked his hips against me and raked his fingers down my back. “Hmm. I’ll make it up to you. ‘Stress relief’ sex sounds kinda hot though. Hard and fast and dirty. What do you say, Matty?”

I wisely didn’t say anything at all. I followed him back to our bedroom, pulling my clothes off along the way. I stroked myself and watched in mesmerized fascination as he disrobed in record time, poured lube onto his palm and then mine before crawling on all fours onto the middle of the bed. He reached between his legs and massaged two fingers over his opening and slipped one inside.

I think he said my name but it was hard to hear anything over the rush of blood in my ears. Going from zero to hundred in seconds flat made me dizzy as hell. My heart skipped a beat or two as I positioned myself behind him then lined my aching cock on his hole and pushed inside him. I moved slowly at first but it didn’t take long for him to adjust and beg for more. Harder, faster and more.

There was nothing particularly romantic about the act but it was hot and sexy and completely uninhibited. We didn’t make love. We fucked in a carnal frenzy that was life affirming in a completely different way. The bed creaked and the headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall as we sighed and groaned and then finally fell apart. I pumped my hips and flattened Aaron to the mattress, spilling myself inside him and then trembling in the aftermath.

We didn’t move immediately. Yeah, we’d made a mess and there were a million things to do before tonight but moments like this were too perfect to rush. The real world could wait. I kissed the back of his neck and flopped gracelessly beside him. I played with his hair, pausing when he opened his eyes and grinned at me. I returned the gesture and rolled to face him. I started to speak but honestly there was nothing left to say. This was perfect.

 

Wedding rehearsals always seemed like a waste of time to me. I’d been a groomsman in a few weddings so I felt as though my opinion was a qualified one. Not that anyone was interested in my thoughts on the matter. My only job was to be on time. I worked until mid-afternoon to clear my schedule while I was on my honeymoon then picked up my parents from their hotel and headed to the Claridge Estate. We arrived fifteen minutes early and were greeted by Aaron’s family and quite a few of our friends.

Aaron pulled me aside before Vic started the festivities. He looked sharp and sexy in fitted khakis and a navy gingham button-down shirt. I ran my finger along the row of buttons and smiled at him. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself. I want to introduce you to my cousin and her family before I forget,” he said in an even tone before lowering his voice and continuing, “You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.”

“Do it,” I challenged.

Aaron stood on his toes and pressed a platonic kiss on my cheek. “There.”

“Geez, after this morning I kind of expected tongue,” I teased. “That’s all you got?”

“You’re hysterical. Your mom is on her way over and she’s smiling. Should I be alarmed? It’s an extra big smile. I’m assuming that’s good.”

“It’s all good.”

“Yes, I—”

“Oh Aaron! You’ve absolutely outdone yourself. I love this place. It’s stately and grand and gorgeous. I can’t wait to see it decked out in the flowers and decor you’ve chosen,” my mother gushed, slinking her arm around my waist.

“What makes you think I didn’t choose the flowers?” I asked with a laugh.

“Because I know you.” My mom winked at Aaron then reached for his hand and squeezed it affectionately. She cast a meaningful gaze between us and pursed her lips. “There are a lot of people here and there will be three times as many tomorrow so I want to take my chance while I have it to…to welcome you, Aaron. I love Matt more than anything in the world. And to know he’s found someone who loves him, respects him and will always put him first means more to me than I can say. You’ll know yourselves someday how that feels. For now, thank you.”

My mom hugged him tightly before turning to embrace me too. Aaron and I held eye contact when she stepped aside to make room for other well-wishers. She seemed genuinely happy for us but conflicted too. Or maybe even in pain. It didn’t make sense. I inclined my head meaningfully then hurried after my mother before she joined my dad on the other end of the room.

“Mom!”

She spun around and smiled as she dabbed tears with a handkerchief. “I’m just running to the restroom. I’ll be back in time to practice walking you down the aisle,” she said in an overly sunny voice.

“Are you okay?”

She pushed her shoulder length blonde hair from her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “You know how I get at weddings, Matthew. It’s much more significant when a piece of your heart is getting married. I know that sounds silly but you’ll always be my boy. I see the intelligent, handsome, incredible man you’ve become and I’m so very proud of you. But I still see the beautiful baby I brought home from the hospital. Here we are, the day before your wedding and I can still picture your first birthday and school plays and all the team sports… baseball, hockey, football. I felt your pain when you failed and your joy when you succeeded.

“I’ve always been part of your story but I wasn’t prepared for Aaron. I had no idea you were bi but I meant what I said when you told me that you’d met a man. You’re my son and I love you… that never changes. But I struggled and I couldn’t understand why because that man is so damn kind and anyone can see how much he loves you. Then I realized I didn’t want to let go. Man, woman… it wouldn’t have made a difference. You’re still mine. And now you’re Aaron’s too. Someday you’ll have kids and it’ll change again. It’s the way it’s supposed to be but I admit it’s bittersweet sometimes. I don’t know if I’m the kind of mom who can ever really let go but I’ll try to adjust my grip a little,” she chuckled lightly. “I love you, Matthew. And I love Aaron. Be happy.”

This time when she hugged me, I crushed her against me and held on tight. I willed myself to get my emotions under control before I released her and had to face a roomful of curious friends and relatives.

“Thank you. I love you too. Always have, always will.”

She smiled and then kissed my cheek and headed toward the restroom.

I pushed my hands in my pockets and let my gaze drift around the room before focusing on Aaron. He was so damn beautiful. I didn’t get what he saw in me some days but I understood my mother’s sentiment all too well. He owned my heart. The whole thing. Someday I’d share a portion of him with our children. His time, his affection… but that was different. That was somewhere in the future and it wouldn’t be possible without this beginning.

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published by lanehayes

I'm a M/M author, an avid reader, chocolate and red wine lover and a designer too

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