Epilogue
BOBBY
One year later
“Happy wedding day, husband to be,” said Bobby, kissing Gabriel on the forehead.
He loved waking up with this man in his arms. It was his favourite part of the day, but he also liked it at night when he fucked Gabriel unconscious, or when they got back from work and cuddled on the sofa watching Christmas films. Every part of the day with this man over the last year had been his favourite.
“I’m already your husband.”
“I know, but we’re making it official today.”
Gabriel chuckled. They were still legally married after their drunken Vegas ceremony, and they were now back at the scene of the crime to do it sober this time.
Their original wedding date would stand, so today was more like a vow renewal.
Both of them still couldn’t recall their original wedding.
That memory was gone forever, lost to the alcohol gods.
Today, they would make new memories, surrounded by the people who were most important in their lives.
“What time is it?” asked Gabriel.
“It’s only eight o’clock. We’ve got ages until we need to get ready.”
“What do you want to do?”
“What do you think?”
“Yeah, that’s not happening.
Bobby looked Gabriel in the eyes with concern. “Are you okay?”
“We christened this hotel suite a lot yesterday.”
Bobby smiled. “Do you think people knew why we were late for dinner?”
“Of course they did. Although I wish Jason hadn’t made that comment, so my mum knew as well.”
“Your mum knew before he said anything. Do you think she’s never been late for dinner herself?”
“Don’t! How would you feel if I said something about your parents?”
“Well, I hope my dad is still keeping my mum satisfied.”
“Oh my God. What is wrong with you?” said Gabriel, looking horrified.
Bobby laughed. “What? They’re married, just like we are. In forty years, I’ll still be fucking you every day.”
Gabriel snorted. “We’ll see how that goes when you have your first hip replacement.”
“I’ll make it work. Now, turn over.”
“What? No. Let’s just cuddle.”
“My husband is sore. I need to kiss it better.”
“And we know where that always leads.”
“Not this morning. I’m just going to make you cum with my tongue, so even if you beg me to fuck you, I won’t. Well, not until after we’re married again.”
Gabriel looked at him sceptically, having conveniently forgotten that the reason things progressed was usually because he was the one begging Bobby to get inside him.
This time, that wouldn’t be happening. Bobby wanted to save that for later, but he could still give the man he loved an early morning orgasm.
Before Gabriel could say anything else, Bobby used his strength to flip him over and slid down his body, peppering his skin with kisses.
Gabriel shivered, the hairs on his body standing up.
Bobby kissed and bit Gabriel’s cheeks, before pulling them apart and looking at his perfect hole.
He blew on it, which got a giggle from Gabriel, before he leant forward for his first taste.
His tongue licked from the bottom to the top of his crease, before focusing on the pleasure zone.
Gabriel moaned. He enjoyed being rimmed, and Bobby loved doing it.
After a year of attempts, he’d taken a pause on trying to get the entirety of Gabriel’s cock down his throat, but this was his special skill.
Gabriel had never cum from being rimmed before, and now Bobby had lost count of the number of times he’d brought the man pleasure from just his tongue.
Bobby licked at Gabriel’s hole and pushed the tip of his tongue inside. He was still loose from the night before, so it wouldn’t take him long. He’d happily spend all day in bed doing this, but their guests might be less understanding if they were late for their wedding as well.
“Oh, fuck, Bobby. You’re so good at that.”
“I know!”
Gabriel laughed, which turned into a moan as Bobby buried his face further, licking, biting, and savouring, basically eating his husband out.
He used his hands to pull his cheeks further apart so he could get deeper inside, and he lifted Gabriel’s hips up so he could grip his cock, which was already dripping.
Even after a year, they couldn’t get enough of each other.
They had never spent a night apart since their first night together.
On a couple of occasions, when Gabriel had needed to travel for work, Bobby had gone with him.
“Fuck, Bobby, I’m close.”
Bobby pulled on Gabriel’s cock and took his balls in his mouth, prolonging things for a bit. His husband would appreciate it afterwards.
“Get your tongue back in me!”
Bobby chuckled, but obliged, and continued to devour his hole while wanking him off.
It didn’t take much longer until Gabriel was crying out his release and shooting his load onto the bedsheets.
Bobby continued to lick him gently, as Gabriel’s body jerked through his orgasm.
He loved that he could still take him apart so easily.
He pulled on his own cock, which was rock hard, and he knew it wouldn’t take much.
But his husband had other ideas, as Bobby soon found himself on his back with his cock buried down Gabriel’s throat.
The man was the king of blow jobs, and within two minutes he was unloading down Gabriel’s throat.
“Let’s cuddle for a bit before we have to get up,” said Gabriel, resting his head on Bobby’s chest.
He hummed his agreement. Life didn’t get better than this.
“Where the fuck have you been?” asked Ryan.
“Chill, bro. I’m here now, and we’ve still got half an hour.”
Their cuddle had turned into a three-hour nap. The wedding was at midday, and he had half an hour to get into his suit and down to the chapel. Thankfully, they were getting married in the same hotel they were staying in.
“Where’s Mum and Dad?” asked Bobby.
“Meeting us there with Martin.”
Bobby had asked Ryan to be his best man.
Gabriel had Dexter, who he was closest to, and was the more measured between him and Jason.
The deal had been for Jason to arrange the stag party.
Gabriel had spent two days in bed afterwards.
Bobby had just gone out for dinner with his brothers and some friends this time.
Daniel had become a good friend, even if he was still the big boss, and Bobby was now a senior associate, so was managing people himself and enjoying it.
Daniel and Josh were attending the wedding, as were Oscar and Gregory.
He’d joined a queer rugby team, of which Oscar was the captain, and the man had become a close friend.
Bobby had stopped trying to put himself in a box with his sexuality.
He was with Gabriel, and that’s all that mattered to him.
If people needed to refer to him as bisexual, then he was fine with that.
He never intended to be with anyone else for the rest of his life, so why did it matter?
Ryan helped him get dressed, and before long he was waiting for Gabriel so they could walk into the chapel together.
He was nervous. Not about what he was about to do, but because he wanted to be everything Gabriel deserved in a husband.
They’d had a non-traditional start to their relationship, but after the drama with Dillon was over, life had been fairly smooth.
He had never pressed charges against Mr M for punching him.
He’d left the firm he worked at with Alex, and Bobby didn’t know where he was now, and he didn’t care.
Alex had gotten another job and was thriving in it.
For the first time since she was sixteen, she was single and happy to stay that way for the foreseeable future.
Her relationship with Gabriel was a lot better and more balanced than it had been too.
She’d initially found it difficult to be comfortable about Bobby’s relationship with her brother, but they were good now.
She was here today to celebrate with them, alongside Gabriel’s parents.
“You scrub up well,” said a voice that always made his heart skip.
Bobby looked at Gabriel, and his dick twitched. Bobby had seen him suited and booted before, but seeing him all dressed up in a morning suit was next level. He rushed forward and cupped his face and brought their lips together. It was tender and lingering, but nothing more – not yet anyway.
“Are you ready to do this, and remember it this time?” asked Gabriel.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“And get started on that family?”
“Of course. Even if it won’t be one of us giving birth, we still need to have the full experience.”
Gabriel chuckled. “You’re just always horny.”
“For you, I am. I can’t get enough of you.”
They both wanted to be parents and have their own kids, rather than adopt.
Bobby wanted four children. Gabriel wanted two, but Bobby had ways of getting what he wanted.
The plan was for them to use two surrogates, so each of them could father a child.
Each surrogate would be a close match to the other in terms of physical appearance, so their children would have some resemblance to each other.
First, they were getting married, then going on a three-week holiday to visit some other natural wonders.
Once they were back home, they planned on buying a house in the home counties, so they could be settled before they started the surrogacy process next year.
“Shall we do this, Mr Mensah-Kavanagh?” asked Gabriel, holding out his hand.
“Yes, Mr Mensah-Kavanagh, let’s go and make our family and friends cry.”
Gabriel laughed. “If anyone will be crying, it’ll be you.”
That was true, and he didn’t care. With Gabriel, he’d met someone he could be completely himself with, and he loved him for it.