Chapter 5 #2
Christian had asked Brett and Felix to be there as guests, but they had declined, wanting to be able to protect them on their special day.
Christian had argued, and in the end, they had agreed to wear wedding suits as a compromise.
It made them stand out a little, but it was still a nice gesture.
Felix was trying hard not to show how much he appreciated the dark grey colour on Brett.
They still had three hours before the wedding and were going through the motions one more time.
They’d do it again just before people started arriving, about an hour before the ceremony started, but they wanted to be sure, especially with the message that had been left.
That had been another reason why Brett hadn’t wanted to be a guest. He hadn’t wanted the targets on his and Felix’s backs to be aimed at the guests, and Felix understood wholeheartedly.
He walked the length of the grounds from the prince’s exit to the front of the chapel and climbed the steps. He couldn’t imagine such a lavish wedding for himself. He’d much prefer something small, maybe on the beach or beside a lake, something like that. He didn’t need much.
As he neared the back of the chapel, he heard his name. Brett walked towards him, and his breath caught, as it always did.
“Yes?”
“Everything looks good. I have Colt and Owen on the monitors. Maddox, Rae, Nina and Landon will be situated around this room. We will be front and to the side. The rest will be spread out in other areas around the chapel and the immediate grounds. Anything I’ve missed?”
“As if.”
Brett frowned at him. “I’m being serious.”
“I know you are, but when have you missed anything?”
“I’ve missed plenty.”
Felix rolled his eyes and knew his mistake the minute he did it. He froze as a hand came down on his nape and pushed him towards the hallway at the back of the chapel. No words were spoken, but he let himself be led to wherever Brett was taking him.
“Owen, Felix and I are going radio silent to check something out. No contact unless an emergency, in which case call me,” Brett said when they entered a room and the door closed behind them.
“Got it, boss.”
Brett removed his earpiece and held out his hand towards Felix. Felix removed his earpiece, too, placing it in his palm. His boss switched both to silent and put them on a nearby table, all the while having hold of Felix’s neck.
Once they were safe, Brett pushed Felix face-first against a wall. Not hard, not punishing, but with intent. A warmth covered his back, and Felix inhaled shakily.
“Did you roll your eyes at me, Felix?” Brett said, his voice several shades darker than usual.
Unsure how to answer, he stayed quiet.
“Felix…?” was growled in his ear.
That tone again. He was instantly hard. It was becoming a problem.
“Yes.” He just about refrained from saying ‘sir’ at the end.
“That’s not good, Felix.” Brett’s body pressed into his back, pushing him further into the wall, his cock weeping with delight at the additional pressure.
But it was his head that sent him spinning.
What was he doing? “Because when you do things like that, all I want to do is push you against the nearest hard thing and fuck it out of you.”
Felix stopped breathing. He had no choice because there was no way those words had just come from Brett’s mouth.
“Did I shock you?” Brett’s face came closer to his, his mouth brushing his ear. “You make me want more than I can have, Felix. I can’t do it. It’s not fair to you. But when you do things like that…” He sighed, the air shuddering from his lungs as he rested his forehead against Felix’s temple.
Felix would give him as many chances as he wanted, which was why he said, “Take me, Brett. I’m already ready for you.”
Brett became a statue for a long few seconds. “What?” he rasped.
Felix licked his lips. “Check my ass. I’m ready and waiting…Sir.”
He expected Brett to let him go and walk away.
It was what he was prepared for, so when Brett’s hands reached around the front of Felix’s trousers to undo them, he frowned.
When it finally registered what he was doing, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto Brett’s shoulder.
Cool air flowed over his ass cheeks, and no shame or regret filled him when those cheeks were pried apart so the viewer could see the plug he had nestled in his channel.
“Shit,” Brett breathed, the words barely reaching Felix’s ears. But he heard them all the same.
“Take me,” Felix said again. “Remove it and take me, Brett.”
He stood still, not wanting to make any movement that might change Brett’s mind, but to his delight, fingers gripped the base of the plug.
Felix’s breath hitched as he withdrew it a little, his eyes crossing when he slid it back in.
He breathed through all the playtime movements Brett made until he didn’t think he could take any more.
But he would. For Brett, he would take anything.
“Fuck, Felix. Why couldn’t you take no for an answer?” Brett bit his earlobe.
It was a rhetorical question because in the next second, the plug was out, and Brett was fumbling behind him.
He had been hoping Brett was undressing, and when the fat head of a cock was pressed against his pucker, he almost couldn’t believe it was real.
There was no way he was living his dream.
That was it; he must be dreaming. He had to be.
He’d wake up any moment, drenched in sweat and wishing he could go back to sleep again.
But when Brett leaned against his back again, pressing his forehead to his temple once more, he slid his dick inside him with an ease of an experienced lover. Felix welcomed him, and when he was fully seated, he reached for Brett’s hand, linking their fingers, never wanting to let go.
“Take me,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”
Would he regret the words?
Only time would tell.
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