19. Gregory
CHAPTER 19
GREGORY
“Please put your hands together for Mr and Mr Montgomery!”
So much for making a subtle entrance. Why had Gregory agreed to Jason being in charge of their wedding reception? It had been a whirlwind the past three weeks, getting ready for today, and the reality that he was now married still hadn’t sunk in. It was quick to satisfy the terms of the will, but this was inevitable for them. Gregory knew that in his heart. They were just doing things backwards. They’d hated each other – well, that was more on his side – then they’d had hot sex. Now they were married, and next they were moving in together.
They hadn’t spent a night apart since they’d admitted they loved each other, but they were splitting it between their two places. The plan was for them to get a new place of their own together. Gregory would still have his room at the flat, and that would be there for as long as his brothers needed it. There had been some protests from his brothers about keeping the flat just for them, but he’d put his foot down. He wasn’t about to take their safety net away from them, even if they were all in happy relationships now.
“I still can’t believe you got married before me,” said Charlie.
“You know why,” said Gregory.
“I know, but I’m allowed to sulk.”
Gregory chuckled. Charlie and Sebastian were having an extravagant wedding in March, on the one-year anniversary of when they first met. Gregory and Oscar’s had been a quick registry office do, but they’d had to promise his new mother-in-law that the reception would not be at Pizza Express.
They were having it at Knights Corner. The kitchen and storage areas were still being renovated, although not today, but the bar and restaurant were finished, and Gregory loved how the place had turned out. He’d allowed Oscar’s mother to arrange the decorating and catering, but they didn’t want a sit-down meal, just to spend the day celebrating with their family and friends. Gregory’s family hadn’t shown up; it was what he’d expected. He’d extended an invitation, not because he wanted them there, but because he didn’t want to feel any guilt on his wedding day about not inviting them. He didn’t need them. His brothers and Oscar were his true family.
Gregory slipped his hand in his pocket and felt the box of cufflinks Oscar’s mother had gifted him. They’d belonged to her father, and she wanted him to have them as his something old. Not wanting to risk anything happening to them, he slipped away to his office to change them. He’d worn them for the ceremony, but they were priceless to him, and with drinking and dancing to come later, plus the wedding night at a suite in the tallest hotel in the UK, he was putting them away for safekeeping.
After swapping the cufflinks, he put the box in his desk drawer and turned to leave as the door opened.
“Why are you hiding?” asked Oscar.
“I was just putting your grandfather’s cufflinks away, so they didn’t get damaged or lost.”
He smiled, and then it turned into a smirk.
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Now? Here?”
Oscar nodded and lunged forward, picking Gregory up and pushing him back against the wall as he slammed their mouths together.
“Over the desk. Now.”
Oscar’s eyes flashed with heat as he lowered Gregory down and made quick work of unbuttoning the trousers of his morning suit. The jacket came off as well.
“Leave the shirt and tie on,” said Gregory.
Oscar grabbed him into another searing kiss before he bent over the desk, showing that perfect arse Gregory couldn’t wait to own for the millionth time. They’d fucked a lot in the last few weeks, but this would be the first time as husbands, so it had a deeper meaning. Gregory couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Why are you laughing?” asked Oscar with a smile.
“The first time we have sex as husbands is over my desk. It’s just very... us!”
Oscar laughed as well, then pulled his cheeks apart, showing that glorious hole. Gregory dropped to his knees and dove in, the immediate scent of the man he loved triggering all his senses. His body tingled all over with desire and the primal need to stake his claim on his husband. There was a thud on the floor, and he looked down to see the bottle of lube Gregory kept in his desk drawer. Okay, they might have actually already fucked in here, which had resulted in a disapproving big-brother glare from Langdon and a comment about traumatising one of the apprentice contractors who got an accidental earful.
Gregory drove his tongue into Oscar’s hole, opening him up. He could do this for hours, but his cock ached to be inside his tight heat, and they needed to get back to their guests. He chuckled again.
“Do you think they know what we’re doing?” he asked.
“As long as my mother doesn’t realise, I don’t care.”
Gregory stood up, laughing as he lubed up two fingers. Oscar winced at the cold, but they were on the clock here, so Gregory pressed both in together and worked him open for a few seconds.
“That’s enough. Get in me.”
Gregory refused to start married life not giving his husband what he wanted. He slathered up his cock and put his head against Oscar’s hole. He pressed slightly, but not enough to enter him.
“Gregory, don’t you dare think about edging me today.”
He pushed the tip in this time and pulled back out, and Oscar gave a groan of frustration. Gregory pushed in again, giving a bit more each time. It took all his self-restraint not to just drive into Oscar, but this was going to be a quick and dirty fuck, and he didn’t want to hurt him. As Gregory went deeper each time, he could feel Oscar opening up more for him, and watching his hole close back up every time he pulled out was a breathtaking sight.
Oscar was whimpering now, but Gregory carried on teasing him open. Getting him ready.
“I’m just going to get myself off if you don’t get on with it,” he growled.
“Stop trying to top from the bottom.”
“If you loved me, you’d just get on with it and fuck me.”
“Nice try.”
“Please Mr Montgomery, will you fuck me?”
Gregory snorted, but loved the sound of Mr Montgomery. It was a no-brainer that he’d take Oscar’s name. Knowing he’d tormented his husband enough, he pushed right in until his balls rested against Oscar’s arse. He was fully seated, but still pushed further. He wanted to get as deep as possible. Oscar was so tight, and perfect for Gregory’s cock. He pulled all the way out, which got a whiny moan from Oscar, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything as Gregory drove back in.
He made quick, shallow thrusts, looking down and watching his cock disappear inside Oscar. There was nothing he loved to watch more. The noises coming from his husband were filth, and he’d be surprised if people couldn’t hear them, but he didn’t care. He loved this man, and he couldn’t believe he’d get to do this with him every day for the rest of their lives.
“I’m close,” groaned Oscar after a few minutes of Gregory keeping up a relentless pace. Oscar loved being drilled, and Gregory loved nothing more than making his husband happy.
“Come for me,” he commanded, snapping his hips harder.
He’d been holding back from the moment he first put the tip of his cock inside Oscar. Gregory thrust in harder and could feel Oscar’s hand jerking as he brought himself to the finish line. Oscar let out a groan as his muscles tightened around Gregory, which was enough for him to crash over the edge with him.
His orgasm seemed to go on for an age, as his cock pulsed and he emptied his balls inside Oscar. He slowed down his hips. Oscar’s back was sodden with sweat, and Gregory was dripping as well. People were going to know what they’d done, and the thought was oddly titillating.
“Stay there,” he said, pulling out.
Gregory went over to his desk drawers, this time going to the bottom one. He pulled out a plug and showed it to Oscar.
“I want you to walk around for the rest of the day with my come inside you, so you're nice and loose for me to fuck again when we get to the hotel.”
Oscar grinned, nodding his head. Gregory made quick work of lubing the plug up. His come was already trickling out of Oscar’s hole, so he used his fingers to push it back in before putting the plug in place. He then cleaned Oscar up, as well as the come that was on his desk. They looked at each other, both completely dishevelled in their wedding suits, and started laughing. There was no question they were going to have to change.
It had been over an hour of doing the rounds since they’d fucked, and Gregory was missing his husband. He’d heard that the one person you saw least of on your wedding day was your partner, but he’d thought it was a joke. He kept glancing over at him, chatting to his people; Daniel had become a close friend in a quick space of time, and Abby was hilarious. Gregory liked her a lot. He noticed Josh sitting to one side, his gaze fixed on Daniel. That was a minefield he was happy not to navigate, he just hoped the situation would be resolved soon. Oscar hadn’t started looking for a replacement for Josh, as he was adamant he wouldn’t leave. His husband could be a stubborn man when he wanted to be. His husband. He smiled at the thought.
“What are you grinning at?” asked Langdon.
“I have a husband.”
“Ugh. I preferred when you were all logical and emotionless.”
“He wasn’t emotionless,” said Paolo in his defence.
“Oh, I was,” said Gregory, causing them all to laugh.
“Don’t think we didn’t notice the change of clothes,” said Langdon. “Do we need to fumigate the office before the cleaners come tomorrow?”
His face flamed. Langdon and Paolo laughed.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” said Langdon, his tone shifting.
Gregory looked over and saw Grant Kincaid looking mighty fine in a suit and on a mission. He headed straight over to a two-person table where Jason and Patrick were sitting. This couldn’t be good. They all followed in unison, with Charlie joining them. They had a sixth sense for knowing when one of their brothers needed help.
“What the fuck is this, Jason?” snapped Grant, slamming an envelope onto the table.
This got the attention of the surrounding people, but the last thing Gregory needed was a scene at his wedding. He glanced over at Oscar, who caught his eye, realised something was going on, and headed over.
Jason looked scared, but then he’d always had that reaction to Grant. Gregory knew why now, as Jason had shared everything with them last week. He’d been shocked, but understood. All it did was make him love his baby brother even more.
“You think you can just ignore me and issue me with divorce papers?” said Grant.
Thankfully, he said it quietly enough that nobody picked up on it. Patrick looked unperturbed by Grant’s behaviour, but Jason was struggling to speak so he took the lead.
“It’s in your best interest to sign the papers, Grant.”
“Fuck off, old man. This has nothing to do with you.”
“It has everything to do with me. Jason’s with me now. You had your chance, and you blew it. You haven’t been together for three years, so just sign the papers and make it easier for all sides.”
“Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?”
“I’m well aware of who you are. I’ve also got lots of juicy stories ready to go to print, unless you sign the papers.”
Gregory wasn’t sure what Patrick had on Grant. If the police weren’t able to get anything on him, could Patrick really go to print with something that could be potentially libelous?
“Jason,” said Grant, turning away from Patrick. “You’re my husband. You need to come home with me.”
“He might be your husband, legally,” said Patrick. “But you lost all rights to that title the moment you laid your hands on him.”
“Oh, is that what he’s told you? Is that what you’ve told them, Jason?”
Jason didn’t say a word. If Gregory wasn’t mistaken, Grant looked hurt.
“I’m giving you one last chance, Jason. Are you going to come back to me?”
Jason shook his head.
“Fine, then Patrick needs to know what he’s letting himself in for.”
He pulled out another envelope and dropped it on the table in front of Patrick before he walked out. Langdon went after him.
Patrick looked down at the envelope, and over at Jason who was crying. Patrick pushed the envelope away.
“I won’t look if you don’t want me to, Jason.”
Jason pushed himself up and ran out before anyone could stop him. Patrick looked embarrassed. Sebastian, who had appeared, took the seat Jason had been occupying and glared at everyone. It would be amusing if the situation weren’t so tense. They all dispersed.
“Go after him,” said Gregory to Charlie and Paolo. “He needs you.”
“It’s your wedding,” said Charlie.
“I know, but when one of us is in pain, what do we do?”
“We give them what they need.”
“Exactly, so go.”
“Do you want to go with them?” asked Oscar.
This wonderful man. He couldn’t love him anymore, but he shook his head.
“Jason needs the two brothers who have emotional intelligence.”
“Hey, don’t talk about my husband like that.”
Gregory smiled and leaned in to kiss Oscar, then turned and saw Paolo and Charlie looking at them with heart eyes. He chuckled.
“Go. And call me when you can.”
They both pulled him into a hug and left to find Jason. He looked over at Patrick, who was being comforted by Sebastian. Max and Eric were by the bar, laughing over something they’d shared. The remaining guests were oblivious to what had just happened.
“Do you want to dance?” said Oscar.
Gregory glared at Oscar, but then smiled. He was taken back to the memory of their first dance at the Christmas ball, when he’d been confused about his feelings for Oscar and all their murky history. But there was no confusion now, only a lifetime ahead of them to write the second chapter of their story.