Chapter 14 John #3
“I think maybe you need someone who can make you happy and laugh, and I can do that. I promise to try to make you laugh all the time and give you endless love and attention. I’m also really excited to find out about all of the not so PG things I’m sure you’ll teach me about,” he says, waggling his eyebrows as he bites his lips.
Then he hiccups, and we burst out laughing. Our gazes meet, both of us cracking up, and for a moment, the promises he’s making are so easy to imagine. So easy to hope for.
“Okay, I think that’s all I’ve got. Wait, I promise to be the best husband ever! Now I’m done.”
Elvis turns to me. “Beautiful. Just beautiful. Do you have vows, John?”
“No,” I say with a short laugh, but fuck, that sounded bad.
“But, uh, I can… say something?” Elvis nods encouragingly.
“Chad… you are exhausting.” I look over, and he’s still beaming at me.
“You are loud. You don’t listen. You touch me way too much.
” He nods along proudly at all of that. “But… you’ve also made me laugh more in the last few days than I ever thought possible, and I guess I had kind of forgotten what that felt like.
For some reason, being here with you doesn’t seem wrong.
I’m sure you’re going to wake up and regret this tomorrow because as I’ve mentioned repeatedly, I am a man—”
“No, I won’t! I swear!”
Elvis tilts his head at that, but I ignore him.
“Chad, I don’t really know what it is about you. You’re right though, you’re just special. I don’t hate it.”
Somehow Chad looks even happier than before. “Shit, John. That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I promise to be the best husband ever. I can’t wait to show you!”
Elvis snaps his binder shut. “Alrighty then. By the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada, I now pronounce you… married. You may kiss your husband.”
Chad jumps into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist as he throws his arms around my neck.
He’s not small, so while I automatically move to catch him, and somehow manage to hold him upright for a few seconds, I can’t possibly hold this two-hundred-plus-pound man because this isn’t a goddamn movie.
He drops from my arms, both of us laughing, but that doesn’t deter him. He keeps his arms wrapped around my neck and leans in, slamming his mouth to mine with so much urgency.
He doesn’t just press his lips to mine like I’m expecting, his tongue is immediately pushing into my mouth.
It’s hot and hungry and shockingly sure for someone who has never kissed a man before.
His hands are all over me, in my hair and moving down my back.
Fuck, it’s hot, and his enthusiasm must be contagious or something, because I realize belatedly that I’m kissing him back just as forcefully.
This doesn’t seem like drunken curiosity, this seems like he’s been waiting his whole life to kiss a man.
Chad finally pulls back, and he looks dazed and lit up and… happy. So fucking happy.
Because of me.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, touching his lips. “John… that was… fuck. The most incredible kiss I’ve ever had in my life. Now that we’re married, does this mean I can kiss you anytime I want?”
I honestly don’t know how to answer him. None of this really feels real.
“Let’s see how you feel in the morning first, Princess.” Because, again, I’m still not convinced he won’t regret this and wonder what the fuck we decided to do tonight, but I also kind of hate the idea of never kissing him again, so I add, “But tonight, yeah, you can.”
“Photo time!” Scotty shouts. “You ordered the package with all the extras so let’s get started.”
“We did?” I question, looking at Chad.
“Of course we did! Obviously we need proof of this forever, and I wanted magnets and mugs and all the merch with our wedding photos!”
“Smile!” Scotty prompts, and despite myself, I do, wrapping my arm around Chad’s waist as he rests a hand on my chest. “Wow, that’ll look great on a mug! Speaking of, whose address am I sending everything to?”
“Oh,” Chad says, turning to look at me. “Do you have any interest in moving to the city? I have a really nice place, and it’s way too big for just me honestly.”
I scoff at that idea. I just moved back to my hometown from a much smaller city than fucking New York City because it had felt too big. “No.”
Chad shrugs, still all smiles. “That’s fine. You just bought a house, right? I can come live with you.”
Wait. Are we actually talking about moving in together?
I guess that is a thing married people typically do… but is he that serious about being married to me? Do I want him to be? I guess for tonight, I can entertain the idea of a future with him. I can pretend that he won’t regret this tomorrow.
Because thinking about him regretting this is far more painful than it should be.
“You’d leave just like that? What about your job?” I ask.
“Eh, my job is fine, but I don’t really need one. Oh! I could work with Blake! That would be amazing! Oh my god, I’ll live by Blake again! Wow, this is going to be so much fun!”
Before I can ask if he actually wants to live in a house he’s never seen, Elvis interrupts. “Champagne toast for the happy couple! Another perk of the Love Me Tender package. The rest of the bottle is yours as well.” He gestures to the bottle we definitely didn’t need.
“Hell yeah!” Chad takes the glasses, handing one to me. “To the best night ever with my hubby!”
I smirk. Fuck it, we’ve gotten this far.
“To having fun.” I clink my glass to his, and before I know it, Elvis is refilling my glass, and that other guy, was his name Bobby?
No, Scotty. He’s talking about how he’ll file all the paperwork so we don’t have to do anything.
I’m not really sure what paperwork he’s talking about but that seems nice of him, and Chad is thanking him so I say thanks too.
I’m not normally a wine guy, but this sparkling stuff is pretty good. I pick up the bottle to inspect the label since Chad seems to be really enjoying it too.
“Well, that’s everything, boys, congratulations again! We do have another couple waiting in the lobby now, if you wouldn’t mind.” Elvis gestures to the door.
“Thank you, Elvis!” Chad calls out as we stumble outside. “So back to the hotel?”
“I guess,” I answer. “Do you remember how to get there?”
Chad looks around at the busy street. “Umm, I think it’s that way?”
He takes my hand again, and I take a swig from the bottle I’m still holding to stop myself from admitting how much I like him touching me.
“Ohhh, give me some too!”
I pass him the nearly empty bottle as we continue walking. None of this looks familiar. “Are you sure it was this way?”
“I’m, like, sixty percent sure. Wait! No, I’m sixty-nine percent sure,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
I snort a laugh. “Maybe we should call an Uber?”
“Probably. Let’s finish this though.” Chad takes another sip and then his gaze locks on my mouth for a moment before looking intensely into my eyes. He steps even closer and holds the bottle up to my lips. I hold eye contact while I wrap my lips around it and swallow the final bit of champagne.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Chad says quietly, still staring at my mouth as he lowers the bottle.
I smirk, surprised by the heat in his eyes. “You going to kiss me again, Princess?”
His lips spread into another wide grin as he closes the distance between us. He’s just as eager as he brings his lips to mine, even if he isn’t threatening to tackle me this time.
A deep groan escapes my throat as I kiss him back, threading my hand into his hair and grabbing his full ass with my other as my tongue slips past his soft lips. He fights me for dominance for just a second while his tongue tangles with mine before giving in, and I pull him even closer into me.
God, his ass is perfect. Chad is perfect.
I continue to grope him, but I want to do so much more than grab it.
I want to sink my teeth into it, leave a bite mark that lasts for days.
Lick him and tease him until he’s begging me to touch his hole.
Fuck, I want that tonight. Does he want that too?
Is he going to want to go all in for our wedding night, or ease into things?
Someone catcalls us, breaking the moment, and we stumble away from each other, laughing. “Come on, let’s get back to the hotel,” I mutter as I pull up the app and order a ride.
“Are we going to, ya know? Consta… Constume… what’s that word? When you fuck after you get married?” Chad asks.
I burst out laughing. I guess we were thinking about the same thing. “You want me to fuck you, Chad? You really think you’re ready for that?”
His eyes are hooded as he gives me an obvious once-over. “Yeah, I think I am.”
I guess that answers my question. Still, that seems fast, even for him, so I push a little more. “On the night you realized you’re… what? Bi?”
“Yes! Want to see all the hype about your piercings. Oh fuck, will you let me actually touch them this time? Please, John,” Chad begs right here on the street, and my dick is half hard already.
Yes, please. Why did I stop him earlier?
Thank fuck, our car pulls up and we slide in. I lean in to whisper in his ear, “If you’re quiet, I’ll let you do anything you want with it.”
He turns to face me, smiling like a maniac. But it works. We’re both quiet as I finally allow myself to think about all the things I want to do to Chad.
I avoid looking at him because if I do, I might try to start right here in the back of this Uber, and I assume he’s doing the same, but when we pull up to our hotel only a couple of minutes later, I realize Chad didn’t actually suddenly learn how to be silent. He’s asleep.
So much for consummating our marriage.
I sigh, but it’s probably for the best. Without him begging me, I can think a little more clearly, and I don’t think he’s truly ready for us to hook up anyway.
Besides, hooking up drunk is a stupid idea. Especially since I’m already worried about him regretting tonight. Even though he claimed he was ready, and he proved last night how much he can hold his liquor, he’s still had way too much to drink to give consent.
“Come on, Princess, let’s get you to bed,” I say, shaking his shoulder lightly.
He wakes up enough to get out of the car, immediately clinging to my side, fingers laced with mine. We make it back up to our suite, but I don’t think he fully opens his eyes the whole way up. I guide him into our room and help him out of his shirt and pants.
“Issit sex time?” he slurs.
“Nope, time to sleep.”
“Daaamn it,” he says around a yawn.
I can’t help but chuckle at how cute he is. And it isn’t until I’m pulling him closer to me, also only in my underwear, that I realize I didn’t even hesitate to climb into bed with him even though I knew we wouldn’t be doing anything more.
What a weird fucking night.