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He’s getting married in 15 minutes. Fifteen. Minutes. That’s all the time in the world he has left as a single man. Well, a taken man but he hasn’t been weighed down by a paper making him an official husband. The title of Fiancé hasn’t really felt heavy, but his brain keeps telling him that Husband will. It’s making his palms sweat, and that age old insecurity creep along the base of his spine until it settles in the middle of neck, the spot where Alex likes to run his fingers because of how soft his hair is there, because of how close it makes them when they lean their foreheads together and he just holds him in that loose embrace of his that Michael loves. The one that makes him feel safer than most anything in the world.
He misses that touch now, standing there in the way-too-expensive suit Isobel bought him, the suit he’s going to marry Alex in. The suit he’ll finally get to say they made it in. Unless the insecurity takes complete control and he runs out before he can heave on the floor.
“You look way too nervous for this to be the happiest day of your life.”
Michael whirls around, eyes wide and an excuse ready on his lips before he sees the smile on Alex’s lips. Tinged with nervous energy like he is.
“Oh thank fuck you’re nervous too.”
Alex laughs loudly, shaking his head as his hands rub over his face a time or two. “I didn’t think I would be but I guess wedding jitters hit everyone.”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting Michael’s as he does. “I want this though, I want you.”
“Hey, no,” Michael says, stepping closer and cradling Alex’s face in his hands. ”Me too, I want you, this, everything. It’s just...”
“Nerves. Insecurity. Our brains being stupid,” Alex replies, moving Michael’s hands down to his waist before his own circles his neck, his fingers landing right in the spot where Michael always wants them at the base of his neck. “We decided this together, we’re doing it together. We just have to relax.”
“And how do we do that?”
“Well. We could always fool around.”
Michael gives him a surprised, yet interested look. He’s always interested in fooling around with Alex. Alex just waggles his eyebrows, just enough to be silly and break the nervous hold on both of them, but also enough for Michael to know he really means it. And Michael will never say no to that.
“We’re getting married in ten minutes.”
“Plenty of time,” Alex says, pulling Michael towards him and their lips meet in the sweetest of kisses. It’s calming, soothing, wonderful, and Michael feels his nervousness diminish by the second as their lips move into an open mouthed kiss, tongues brushing together, hands clutching just a little bit tighter. It’s hot, so damn hot, the way it always is, and Michael feels his dick stirring in his way-too-expensive dress pants.
“I was thinking about you last night,” Alex says in between kisses. They’d done the traditional thing and spent last night apart. “Thinking about fucking my husband tonight. How our rings will clink together, how it’ll feel when you run your hands over my body with it on.”
“Alex,” Michael breathes out. “You need to get your hands down my pants, now.”
Alex chuckles but does as asked, one hand coming down to cup his hard dick as the other opens the button and pulls down the zipper slowly. Michael does the same, claiming Alex’s lips in a hot and heavy kiss as he does. He groans as Alex pushes down his pants and boxers just enough for his dick to jump out, groans louder when Alex immediately circles it and runs a thumb over the head.
“How did I get so lucky, to get to marry you,” Alex whispers as he breaks the kiss, his hand moving up and down in a practiced move that never fails to make Michael shiver.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m the lucky one,” Michael replies, his voice wobbly as his head falls back, his eyes closing at the sinfully good feeling of Alex’s hands on him. He can feel the way it makes Alex smile when he leans forward and starts kissing his throat. Sloppy, hot kisses, his tongue and teeth coming out to play in a way Michael knows is going to leave a mark.
His hands grip Alex’s hips, his thumbs sneaking under Alex’s shirt to feel skin, pushing his hips forward into the hand working his dick like magic. It’s just the way he likes it, just the right kind of way that only Alex can make him feel. It’s a heady feeling to be known so well, especially from the guy that he’s going to marry. Finally, after all these years, he gets to marry the love of his life.
He starts slightly at the feeling of teeth in his neck, relaxes again at the tongue and lips running over the sting in a pseudo-apology.
“Focus on me Michael, not on your thoughts,” Alex says, a slightly steely note to his words that Michael knows he doesn’t mean.
“My focus is always on you,” he replies, groaning as Alex tightens his fist and starts jerking him off in earnest.
“Good. Now you better come so we can go and get married.”
Michael snorts, a snort that’s quickly swallowed by Alex kissing him hard. It’s too hot for him to do anything but hold on after that, his mouth plundered by Alex while his hand does everything to wring an orgasm out of him. It builds in his belly, singes along his every nerve as he clings to the feeling of Alex all around him.
He comes, hot and hard, to the thought that he will get to have this forever.
He pants against Alex’s lips, floating happily as Alex cleans him up and buttons his dress pants.
“You feeling less nervous now?”
Michael laughs. “I don’t even know what that word means.”
———
It’s later when they’re sharing their first dance that he starts chuckling against Alex’s neck. Alex pulls back to give him an inquisitive look. He’s glowing, happy, relaxed. He’s never looked more beautiful to Michael.
“What’re you laughing at?”
“You know earlier when we were in the room?”
Alex rolls his eyes fondly. “Obviously.”
“Your brother and my sister were doing the same thing in the other room.”
“Eww.” Alex’s nose crinkles in disgust and Michael laughs harder.
“Straight sex that obnoxious to you?”
“No. But any sex involving my brother is.”
Michael’s laugh softens, until only a smile remains as he looks at his new husband. His husband. And never has something felt so right in his brain as calling Alex just that.
“I promise not to tell you when your sister-in-law and my brother-in-law do the dirty ever again.”
“Hey,” Alex says. “If you want to tell me, I want to hear it. Forever.”
Michael looks over at Isobel and Gregory, sees how they’re leaning against one another, sees their obvious affection and love. He’s happy for them, especially happy for Isobel. She’s been through enough, she deserves to be loved. And maybe, just maybe, Gregory can mellow her out just a little. She deserves that too.
But for now he’ll leave them be, and not worry about what’ll happen in Isobel’s life. She’s a big girl, and he has more important things to think about. He’s at the beginning of a new era, one he’s wanted for a long time. One he never thought he would get, nor deserve. And here he is, married to Alex. The man he’s loved since he was 17, when he took a leap of faith that might’ve ended horribly at the time, but was still the start of something that would eventually be great. He knows now that without their pasts and the things they learned both separately and together, they might not have ended up here. But they did, and he’s the happiest he’s ever been.
“I’d love to tell you all about it. Forever.”