Chapter Twelve #2
“This is my fiancé, Hector.” He pointed to the man beside him and we exchanged pleasantries. “We may need to pick your brain when it comes time to plan ours. Working seventy hours a week hasn’t allowed either of us time to breathe, let alone plan our wedding.”
Hector added, “I agree. Not too over the top, low-key and comfortable.”
“I love how Charlie threw in the Cowboys touches for me,” Alex told them. I wondered if he’d caught that.
“Well, when time allows, we’d love to get together with you guys.
I’ve taken a hiatus from teaching, so when we get back from our honeymoon, maybe we could have dinner?
” Having never had any friends aside from Charlie and our family, let alone friends that were a couple, this felt like a great start to a potential new friendship.
Would be fun to have another couple to do stuff with.
The clanking of metal against glass quieted the conversations. Mom and Dad stood in the center of the dance floor with Tyler’s microphone. The waiter was passing out champagne flutes to everyone.
“Today we come together, old friends, new friends, and family, to witness our son’s marriage. Alex, Charlie,” Dad held his glass up and the rest of the guests followed suit, “we love you, boys, and hope you have a long, healthy, and happy marriage as Anne and I have. Congratulations!”
“Now, it’s time to cut that gorgeous cake,” Mom said.
I hadn’t noticed the photographer running around taking pictures until he appeared beside us at the cake table. Up until then, I hadn’t thought too hard on this moment, and it just now hit me that Alex was probably going to shove cake into my face.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned him, having seen the smirk on his face.
“What?” He tried to feign innocence but failed miserably.
“You know what. Don’t even go there.”
“Okay, party pooper.”
We cut the first slice then linked our arms together and fed each other a bite. Neither one of us shoved it in the other’s face, thank fuck for that. This cake was too damn good to be wasted.
The wait staff removed the top layer for us to save before slicing and handing plates to everyone.
“Did you get this cake from my boss’s wife’s bakery?” Alex asked, shoving a big bite in his mouth.
“Yes, it’s fantastic, isn’t it?” I snagged a second piece, having barely breathed while inhaling the first.
“We are getting all our baked goods from her from now on,” he said, forking the last piece off my plate.
I pouted and all I got for it was a kiss on the cheek before he walked away.
Just before midnight, the staff once again handed out champagne glasses as the countdown began.
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.” Alex and I wrapped our arms around each other.
“One. Happy New Year!” everyone yelled.
“Happy New Year, baby,” Alex said.
“Happy New Year, love.”
Our lips locked, and the world around us ceased to exist. The muted sounds of the party became background noise as we lost ourselves in a timeless embrace, ringing in a new year and our new life as husbands.
The party wound down and one by one, our guests left.
I’d met so many people I doubted I’d ever remember their names.
We changed into regular clothes and headed home, leaving the tuxes so Mom could return them while we were gone.
Our flight the next morning was at ten a.m., and we wouldn’t be able to do that ourselves.
Our bags were already packed, but Alex still wouldn’t tell me where we were going. All I knew was that it was somewhere warm and I couldn’t wait.
“Race you upstairs,” he announced, taking off as soon we stepped inside the house.
“What the?” It took a second for it to click in then I ran up after him.
Alex had already removed most of his clothes by the time I got to our room. “Come on, Charlie, you’re falling behind,” he said, kicking off his shoes and pants then plopping his naked ass down on our bed.
I was just as excited as him to make love for the first time as husband, but damn.
He was like a kid in a candy shop, and to top it off, he was already stroking himself.
He knew how much I loved it when he did that.
So…fucking…hot. I all but ripped my clothes off and ran toward the bed yelling, “Catch me,” as I jumped mid-air and landed on top of him.
He squeezed me tightly then rolled over on top of me. “I love you, Charlie.”
“I love you too.” Our kisses deepened, fueled by the emotion of the day. I’d needed this since I woke up that morning.
We pulled apart to catch our breath, when Alex’s said, “Tonight, I want you to top me, Charlie.”
The impact of his words forced my brain to shut down. “Wait, what?”
“You heard what I said. I want you inside of me,” he reiterated.
“Um, you do remember I’ve never topped before. And we’ve never prepped you.” There was no way in hell I’d risk hurting Alex.
“You don’t know everything I’ve done.” He reached across the bed, grabbing the lube from the nightstand drawer and tossed it beside me.
“What?”
“Is that the only word you know?” He grabbed the lube again and rolled over. “Wanna watch?”
I almost said what again and instead swallowed so hard I nearly choked. I nodded but said nothing, just sat up to watch the show.
I watched him squeeze lube onto his fingers. My eyes locked on his every move, outlining his hole the way we’d done it a million times before with me. Yet it was like I was seeing this happen for the first time.
As his finger slid inside to the first knuckle, my hand gravitated to my cock, stroking it as I stared in awe.
Had Alex mentioned this before, an interest in bottoming, and I missed it?
His finger slid further in, then out, and back in.
My labored breaths moved in rhythm with his fingering.
Alex watched me as he added a second finger, and slid them both in.
Holy fucking hell.
His eyes rolled back, and he moaned. The hottest fucking moan I’d ever heard from him. Were grunts for tops and moans for bottoms? I was about to find out. I wished I would have known he liked this. Ass play for two? Why yes, thank you.
“Wanna try?” he asked me, hissing as he removed his fingers.
I nodded, picked up the lube and prepped my shaky hands.
Kneeling between his legs, I was able to slide my first finger in. Fuck, he was so warm, so tight. This was... Yeah, this was awesome.
“Add another one,” he said.
I slid in another and watched both fingers disappear inside him. Fingering my husband for the first time had to be the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced. My lips parted, and my head tipped back. I was going to come without anyone touching me.
“Babe, I’m ready.”
“Alex. Fuck. I’m not gonna last when I get in. This is seriously fucking hot. I don’t want to ruin your first time by coming on impact.” That was embarrassing to admit, even to my husband.
“Trust me, it’s not gonna take me long either. Your fingers feel great. Now take that gorgeous cock of yours and get inside me.” Reluctantly, I removed my fingers and lubed up.
“Are you sure about this?” I said, still a bit self-conscious.
“I’ve never been surer. Now let’s consummate this marriage.” He pulled his legs up, his hole prepped and ready for me.
Don’t overthink it, Charlie. He’s ready.
Mental peptalk aside, I pressed my tip of my cock against his hole a pressed, slipping right inside.
I glanced up, Alex nodded for me to go ahead.
I guessed he really had been prepping himself.
Fully seated inside him, his tight channel felt like a vise around my cock. If I even dare move it’d be game over.
I paused long enough to get a grip while he adjusted. A few moments later Alex opened his eyes. “Now, fuck me, Charlie.”
Pulling back, I left only the tip in then drove back inside him. No wonder he enjoyed topping me, this was fantastic. Watching my dick disappear inside him had me in a trancelike state.
In and out.
Fuck.
In and out.
Faster I went, forgetting about that magic button I so loved until he shouted, “Fuck! Do that again.”
I adjusted my angle, hitting it again, but now that I’d found it, I knew there was nothing I could do to stave the overpowering release that had me teetering on the edge. Watching his face, listening to his moans. All of which served to enhance the release I so desperately wished to hold back.
“Not…gonna…last…” I warned.
“Not…alone…” he panted.
In and out.
Skin slapping.
In and out.
Pounding.
Thrusting.
Why did these words have to torment me? “Fuck!” I screamed as he clinched around me, and that was my undoing.
“Charlie!” he wrapped his legs around me, fucking himself as hard as he could on my cock as he came.
I collapsed on top of him, not the ideal spot to be but I was too tired to care. We can shower later. Alex rubbed my back, soothing me into nothingness. We stayed like that longer than we should’ve given I had to peel us apart to get up.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, no wonder you never complain. When you hit my prostate, I saw spots and it amped shit up.”
“Right? Topping is nothing to complain about either. Maybe next time I’ll last longer.”
“Game on, baby!”