For Always, Forever
Title: For Always, Forever (the sequel to Saturday Skin)
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rilex (Rian Dawson/Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and honor the joining of these two men in Holy Matrimony,”
Disclaimer: i do not own they are happily married to each other amen. title and cut belong to Every Avenue.
A/N: this has been quite a piece of work in the making. it's easily the best thing i've ever written, I am so proud of this, I don't think anyone knows quite how much thought and time and research and work and blood and sweat and tears went into it. There'll be another longer post with notes and thoughts etc at some point but it's like three in the morning and I'd really like to go to sleep at some point. Dedications to Racey and Gabe and Karissa and I'll explain why in the other notes post or something idk man.
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leave.
This is a sequel to Saturday Skin
It’s a week before their wedding and Alex is about to shoot someone. He hasn’t stopped stressing since they set the date, sent out the invitations and ordered the cake. And now this.
“Ri, we need to talk.” He’s tugging his lip between his teeth, and Rian knows automatically that he’s nervous about something. “It’s kind of... important.”
He puts the book down on the sofa, tucking his knees under him as he shifts so he’s facing Alex, hand touching the small drawing of a heart on his wrist. “Yeah?” he says softly, trying to coax him into words. Rian knows that this isn’t a ‘I can’t get married to you’ speech, because Alex would have done it differently. No, this is something else.
“I think I’m...” Alex hesitates, closes his eyes, and then starts again. “You remember that time last month? When we ran out of condoms and didn’t realize it until too late and you didn’t want to but I told you to do it anyway?”
Of course Rian knows what he’s talking about - it’d been the first and only time they’d done it without and he’d been a little anxious but it felt so good, being close like that without a layer of latex separating them. He nods. Butterflies uncurl in his stomach: there’s only one direction this can go in.
“Yeah, well. I think I’m - I think I’m -” Rian finishes the sentence for him.
“Pregnant.”
It’s not a question. It’s a statement. Alex nods. “Yeah,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think this would happen - it’s supposed to be one out of five guys this happens to, right? I never meant for this to happen, it’s too early, we’re not ready, we’re not even married yet.”
Rian listens to him patiently through it, lets him freak out and get it off his chest. “Let’s keep it,” he says once Alex pauses for air, a little smile on his face.
He gapes at him. “What?”
The couch dips as Rian shifts so he’s on both knees, taking Alex’s hands in his. “Let’s keep it,” he repeats. “Let’s have a baby.”
Alex lifts his eyes to look at Rian’s face, searching. “What? Ri, we can’t, we can’t afford it, I’m not working and we haven’t thought this through and...” he trails off, uncertainly. He looks excited and terrified. “It’s not right we didn’t plan it and we haven’t even talked about it before and now you want a baby? It’s such bad timing because we’re getting married in a week and I don’t know if I can do this.”
“A baby, with you?” Rian asks, stroking the back of his hands with his thumbs. “I don’t see how that could be a bad thing.”
It’s quiet for a few minutes while Alex thinks about what is happening. He’s pregnant. They’re having a baby. They’re having a baby. “We’re having a baby.”
Smiles break out on both of their faces. They hold each other, swapping kisses and whispering, “A baby, we’re having a baby.”
-
Rian stands at the top of the church, hands folded in front of him. Zack and Jeff and Danny are on his side of the alter, Jack and Matt and Evan are on Alex’s. He hears the organ playing, the familiar tune that everyone knows from their childhood. Dun dun du-nun, dun dun du-nun.
His dad is walking him down the aisle; he’s wearing a white suit. Of course he’s the girl in the relationship. Of course. He might even bitch about being the girl sometimes, but he looks so happy here, radiant and smiling. Rian knows that his mom is crying. He can hear her, even though she’s trying to be discreet about it, and it makes him smile.
The way Alex’s dad came up to him while he was fixing his tie, telling him that he knows that you make his son happy, but if you ever hurt him he would ‘fuck him up’ just further proved the point that Alex is the girl in their relationship.
Everyone stands up when they hear the music playing, their heads are all turned and looking in Alex’s direction. Rian’s cousin’s daughters are walking in front of Alex and his dad, dressed in these tiny pink dresses (Alex’s choice) and scattering pink rose petals in front of them (also Alex’s choice.) Alex takes slow steps, walking slowly up the alter, pink petals decorating the floor in front of him. He’s got that signature half smile, half smirk on his lips, eyes excited and shining.
Alex is gorgeous, there’s absolutely no questioning it. He makes Rian suck in a quick breath, glowing from top to toe. It stuns him that they’re getting married, that Rian gets to call Alex entirely his own, his husband, his. He gets to love this stunning man down later (not that he hasn’t done so before, but he hasn’t done it while they were married) and for the rest of their lives.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers to Alex once he’s standing in front of him, once his dad has beamed at him and given Rian a pointed I meant what I said earlier look, kissing his son on the cheek before going to sit next to Isobel. “I love you.”
The white suited man blushes, cheeks turning pink. “I love you too,” he mouths back at him because the priest has started talking (“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and honor the joining of these two men in Holy Matrimony,”) and it’s such a movie cliche that Rian wants to laugh. His lips do twitch up a little, and Alex catches his eye, eyebrows quirking up and he knows that they’re thinking the same thing.
“Although you will be sharing one life, never forget, you are two separate people. Cherish and affirm your differences. Love each other. Keep your commitment primary. Together you will laugh and cry, be sick and well, be happy and angry, share and grow,” the priest says, hands touching the bible stand in front of him. “Grow, sometimes together, sometimes separately. But never remain stagnant. Love and life are always changing, always new.”
Rian thinks about what he’s saying, reflects over it like it’s the first time he’s heard it, when really, this is like the fiftieth, he heard it at the rehearsal and when Alex read it to him like, five billion times so that they were sure it was perfect. Rian thinks about it, thinks about growing with Alex, the baby growing inside of him and growing old with him and seeing their kids and their grandkids growing, and he this really warm, fuzzy feeling settles over him, like a golden glow that just will not be damped on by anything.
“If you will insure a healthy lasting marriage, always, always value each other. Although you will disagree, remember to respect each other's feelings, needs and wants, and above all, never lose your sense of humor.”
As the priest says the “If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now; or else forever hold your peace,” part, Rian sucks in a short breath, glancing around because it’s always now that some crazy ex-girlfriend or something comes running through the church doors claiming to be the mother to his child and he’d really prefer it if Kara didn’t come running in because as nice as she is, he’d really like to get married to Alex right now.
A short period of time passes, and no crazy exes run in through the church doors with a child in tow yelling about parental duties and being a good father towards their child. He smiles at Alex, catching his lip between his teeth because he cannot get over how gorgeous he looks.
“The first time I saw you,” Rian starts, reciting the first part of his vows from memory. He spent hours writing them, making them perfect. “You walked into Starbucks with these really dumb, blond highlights in your hair. You looked so ridiculous. You were perfect. You had like a million bracelets on your wrists and you rattled off this super fucking long low fat soymilk creme caramel frappuccino with chocolate sprinkles and whipped creme and a million other things on it, and you needed to be mine. You came in every day for weeks, at exactly the same time and ordering the exact same thing. I had to ask you out, I couldn’t not, and you couldn’t possibly be straight, not looking the way you used to (he’s gotten better at looking less gay now though, thank the lord I talked him out of those highlights.)” He pauses, glancing at the people sitting in the pews, row by row, Alex’s family on the right hand side and Rian’s on the left.
“We went out on movie dates and saw all these really shitty things that I don’t even remember because you were always so distracting, sitting next to me so pretty. And then your friends were my friends and the same went the other way around until our friends started dating too, and then we went on double dates to Macaroni Grill and Olive Garden. We have a house now, and it’s small and we’ve only got an extra room, so when we have kids we’re gonna have to get another house because there really isn’t enough room for a huge family, since I want like, a million babies.
“So I’m standing here, in the middle of August, in front of the man that I fell in love with six and a half years ago. Alex, you’re my best friend and my boyfriend and my fiancee, and now I get to call you my husband too. I bring out the best in you and you bring out the best in me, we make each other better people. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with someone else. I want to be the one to hold you and love you and keep you warm at night; I want to be your house and your home, the person who cares about you more than anyone else. I, Robert Rian Dawson, take you, Alexander William Gaskarth, to be my lawfully wedded husband, until death do us part.”
Rian didn’t realize it, but he’d been staring directly at Alex the whole time he spoke. Alex’s eyes are glistening, and he hopes that it’s because the vows were good, and not bad. He sniffles a little, and Rian is sure that he can hear his mother crying semi-silently.
Alex’s vows start out with the words This is probably going to sound really creepy, I know. It takes will power for him not to snort because that’s so typical of him, it doesn’t surprise Rian at all.
”Before I even ordered that grande low fat soy milk creme caramel macchiato with whipped creme and chocolate syrup,” he continues, pausing after he corrects Rian on what he’d ordered and looking out at all the people who were there for them, letting them laugh. Alex belonged on a stage so much it almost hurt. “I’d seen you working in there. I came up with the most complex drink I could think of so I could go in there and impress you. I don’t think anyone understands how much my bank account suffered during those weeks when I had to order one of those every day to get your attention. But then you asked me out to go see Star Wars: Episode III and that was easily hands down the best movie I ever saw because you paid for it and you sat next to me for the whole thing and I really wanted to hold your hand except I was really nervous and you were really cute and also my palms were kind of sweaty.”
He smiles a little, because he remembers it, yeah, Alex used to have kind of sweaty palms and he’d found it absurdly endearing, the way they’d be walking down Thames street while holding hands and how Alex would make them stop so he could wipe his palms on the thighs of his jeans.
“I moved in with you three years after we started dating, which, wasn’t actually that big of a step in the first place because I was practically living with you anyway at that point, but after I officially moved in I didn’t have my own apartment that I needed to pay for, which was awesome. But it was great because we had this loft apartment that was ours and it was really small and the kitchen and living room and dining room were one room squished together, so we kind of had a common room and a bedroom and a bathroom, but that didn’t matter because it was ours. It was our first home that we had together, one of many to hopefully come.
“And then last year you surprised me with Baz for our birthdays, and he’s been my baby ever since. Turns out our landlord wasn’t as appreciative of my baby as I was so we had to move, and we ended up buying that house, and there’s room for at least one kid, because I don’t know if I want to ruin my ‘girlish figure,’” he pauses for a second, that easy grin covering half of his face, fingers using the air to make quotation marks, “On a million of them, and there’s room for us and Baz, and that’s good enough for me because that’s all I need, you and me and the family that we’re going to make. So, I, Alexander William Gaskarth, take you, Robert Rian Dawson, to be my lawfully wedded husband so that I can see your face every morning I wake up until the day that I die.”
The priest smiles, raises his arms so that everyone can see. “Solomon said, ‘Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up. Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; but how can one be warm alone? Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him. And a threefold cord is not quickly broken.’” He smiles warmly, looking between the two men stood in front of him.
“Robert, will you have this man to be your wedded husband? Will you love, honor, cherish and keep him as long as you live? Alexander, will you take this man to be your wedded husband? Will you love, honor and obey him as long as you live?” He looks directly at Rian. “Is there a ring? Please place it upon his finger. The ring has long been the emblem of eternity, symbolizing the endurance of the covenant made this day.”
Rian nods, turning slightly as Alex’s nephew steps forward with both rings on the pillow. He picks up the one that he picked out for Alex, reaching out just as Alex offers his left hand. He slides the band onto his ring finger, smiling a little as he squeezes his hand gently.
“Repeat after me,” the priest says. “I, Robert Rian Dawson, take thee, Alexander William Gaskarth,”
“I, Robert Rian Dawson, take thee, Alexander William Gaskarth,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,” Rian repeats after the priest, even though he knows it out of his head.
“To love and to cherish, till death we part -”
“To love and cherish, till death we part -”
“And with this ring, I thee wed and pledge my faithfulness.”
“And with this ring, I thee wed, and pledge my faithfulness.” Alex’s eyes glitter even more as he says the words, it’s real, this is happening, this is really happening. The priest turns to him as Rian drops his hand.
“Is there another ring? Please place it upon his finger. Let this ring serve as a perpetual remind of the love you share this day.”
Alex takes the ring from his nephew, winking at him as he does. The little boy laughs and he can almost hear his mother sighing. His lips quirk up. He takes Rian’s hand in his own, slipping the gold band over his ring finger.
He says, “Repeat after me. I, Alexander William Gaskarth, take thee, Robert Rian Dawson, to be my wedded husband,”
“I, Alexander William Gaskarth,” Alex repeats dutifully, eyes locked on Rians’s. “Take thee, Robert Rian Dawson to be my wedded husband,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,”
“To love and to cherish, till in death we part, and with this ring, I pledge my faithfulness, and I thee wed.”
“To love and to cherish, till in death we part, and with this ring, I pledge my faithfulness, and I thee wed.”
The whole room stands up, folding their hands and bowing their heads. “Let us go to God in prayer. Oh, Almighty God, thou who art the giver of all good things,” the priest starts, leading them in prayer. “we beseech Thee to pour out Your richest blessings upon this couple who have here vowed their lives to each other. Please let them be happy in each other’s companionship, and let their quiver of children be full.”
If he’s completely honest, even though his hands are folded and his head is bowed, even though this is a Very Serious Prayer which hopefully will bless his family, Rian almost wants to laugh at the term quiver of children.
“Please grant them the years to see their children grow up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Let those present here today remember Your great love for us,” he continues. “In Christ, Our Redeemer’s name, Amen.”
The people in the church murmur amen after him, Alex and Rian say it both softly, equal smiles on their faces.
“For as much as you two have consented together to be married, and have publicly declared it before God and these witnesses by the giving and exchanging of rings. By the power vested in me by this State,” the priest pauses, looking around the room, making sure he has the full attention of everyone. “I now pronounce you, husband and husband.
“From this day forward you will be one in mind, one in heart, and by the grace of God, one in eternal destiny. Believing it’s God who truly joins a couple together in marriage, let no man put it asunder. You may now kiss your groom.”
Rian grins and Alex moves forwards, hands going to either side of his neck. Rian cups his face, pulling him towards him. They kiss, the first kiss of the rest of their lives. People are clapping and cheering, and Jack wolfwhistles when Rian’s hand slides down to Alex’s lower back, dipping him backwards as they kiss.
The priest says, “I now pronounce to you, Mr. and Mr. Gaskarth-Dawson.”
-
Outside of the church, Alex and Rian stand in the center of all their groomsmen, pulling weird faces for the guy behind the camera.
“One serious one, please?” the camera guy laughs, pointing at them and waving his hand a little to make them move closer together so that they all fit into the frame. There’s a lot of them.
“Matt, stop pushing me!” Grieco yells, laughing at the same time, pushing him back just a little.
“I’m not the one who’s pushing,” he scoffs, pushing him back until Zack hits them both and says, “I will push you both if you don’t shut up.”
It makes them both laugh harder.
“Seriously guys, okay, seriously this time,” Rian says in his ‘I am so super serious everyone listen to me’ voice. They all sober up and look attractive for the camera, blinking after it flashes.
The photographer looks at the picture on the screen and then nods in satisfaction. “Okay, I need just the newlyweds please,” he says, waving the groomsmen off. He moves in closer and Rian wraps his arms around Alex, chin resting on his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s good!” the photographer says, kneeling to take a picture.
One of Rian’s hands slides down to rest on Alex’s lower stomach and while the photographer looks at one of the other pictures, whispers in his ear, “When are we going to tell people?”
Alex turns his face just a little bit, nuzzling his nose into Rian’s neck. He’s taller than him, but it doesn’t really matter. “After the honey moon? That way they don’t freak out or something?” His husband nods and smiles, fingers tightening a little around his waist.
“Sounds like a plan,” he whispers, and then the camera flash goes off, and the photographer gives them a thumbs up.
“These are gold.”
-
“Hey. Hey!” Jack says with a grin from where he’s standing on a small podium, clinking a knife against the glass of red wine he’s holding in his hand. Zack ignores him completely, glancing in his direction before he continues telling Sierra and Taylor a story that involves a lot of hand motions. “Hey! I’m trying to make a fu- a freaking speach, here!” he says again, louder.
Rian and Alex turn in Jack’s direction, Alex leaning on his husband, even though the chair he’s sitting on has a perfectly good back. “Hey, shhhh!” Alex calls out, laughing. It takes a few more tries, but people quiet down eventually.
“Hey, wow, thank you for being quiet immediately, now I know how all of my high school teachers felt,” Jack says all good natured, grinning easily at the crowd of people. “But yeah, apparently as Alex’s maid of honor,” Alex makes a loud noise, arching an eyebrow at Jack. “Best man, right. Apparently as Alex’s best man I’m supposed to make some sort of speech talking about how awesome my best friend and his husband are and other relevant things.”
People laugh and turn to look at them. Alex lifts his hand and waves like he’s royal, turning his hand from side to side.
“Okay, alright, no, I actually took this really seriously, and I wrote out a speech and everything. Danny checked it for grammar and crap, because if you went to school with me you’ll know just how well English class went.” He pauses for a second, reaching into his jacket suit and pulling out a slightly wrinkled piece of paper. “Danny has a copy too, he was convinced I’d lose mine.”
Jack makes an a-hem noise, noisily pretending to clear his throat. He is having way too much fun with this. “I was on this website, right,” he says. “And I saw this quote from some actress or something that said, ‘I love being married. It’s so great finding that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.’ I know for sure that Rian is that one special person for Alex. I’ve known Alex since I was thirteen, and he was this really awkward flamboyantly in-the-closet gay child who didn’t know he was gay yet. He had this girlfriend, Lisa, and they were the most awkward thing I’d ever seen because he spent longer picking his clothes and doing his hair and then there was that one point where he really liked eyeliner? Yeah, it took him longer then her to do that too.”
People who haven’t known Alex that long turn and look at him like, What? Eyeliner? Alex? and then clearly decide that it doesn’t actually surprise them that much. Rian snorts. “I wish I could have seen your eyeliner phase,” he whispers teasingly in his ear.
“But,” Jack says with a pointed look in their direction, silently telling them to pay attention or he would pour champagne all over their expensive suits.“Then Alex realized that he was in fact, not interested in lady-type characters and he had some more really awkward relationships (except this time they were with dudes) that I know all about, so if anyone is curious and has a drink that they’re willing to part with they can hit me up later.” He holds up his glass of wine and then downs the whole thing as if to make some sort of bizarre point. Alex facepalms. He’d really rather people not knowing about all of his previous homosexual sexcapades from when he was oblivious and young and horny and when all he could think about was sex. Especially if they’re finding out about them via paying Jack in drinks from a free bar.
“Anyway, Alex had just gotten over his last tragic breakup with his on/off boyfriend who was also called Alex (they broke up every other week and he was equally heartbroken every single time) when he comes to me, and he’s like, ‘Jack, Jack, I just met the greatest guy, his name is Rian and I think I’m in love!’ I didn’t believe him at all, and he just kept talking about this guy, about Rian, he was just, ‘I’m serious this time, I’m so over Grieco, he works in Starbucks, Jack, he’s great, I love him and I’ve only ordered a fucking drink from him.’ I thought he was out of his mind.
“And a lot of you know that Alex is like, this huge Star Wars geek and he asked him out to go see Star Wars: Episode III and he had to be the real deal, he was going to see Star Wars with him. I’m his best friend and I wouldn’t even do that, right? So I had to approve of him which meant that I had to meet him too, which also meant I ended up meeting his best friend who’s actually my boyfriend now, six years later. Which is pretty awesome if you ask me.”
People who didn’t know turn and all stare at Danny who’s seated on the other side of Rian, and he turns this faint shade of pink. He lifts his hand and waves a little, and then points at Jack who is standing with his hip cocked like, excuse me where did all of my attention go?
“For the records, Rian, you losing that bet with Danny and having to shave your hair off was one of the best things that has ever happened because not only was it hilarious at the time but you’re much more attractive without hair then you were with, even if you’re definitely not my type. But you’re my best friend’s type so that makes it all okay. I want to give the newly wed couple all my love and hope and luck for all their future babies and happiness.”
Jack has raised his glass in a toast (someone apparently brought him a new one at some point.) Everyone else raises their glasses and you can hear clinking and drinking and Jack manages to down another glass of wine which puts him at like, four? “And also boners I wish them luck with their future boners because lack of hard ons and erectile dysfunction totally sucks.” He raises his empty glass again and flashes this I-do-what-I-want look at the main table and then says, “Thank you!” loudly, hopping off the podium.
He slides into his seat next to Danny and gives them this asswipe grin, slipping his arms around Danny’s waist as he kisses his cheek.
“I don’t think either of us suffer from erectile dysfunctions,” Rian says dryly, looking at Jack from over the rim of his wine glass. “But thank you so much for wishing us luck about that in front of both of our families. I’m glad that you blessed us with boners.”
Alex picks up his fork and pokes at the food that’s on his plate, picking up the roll of bread and biting off a piece. “Hey, Ri, baby? Would you get me another roll of bread?” he asks, batting his eyelashes that aren’t actually all that long so the effect is kind of lost.
“That’s like the fourth one you’ve had! Bread makes you fat, you know,” Rian teases, pushing back his chair.
He huffs around the piece of bread in his mouth. “Bread isn’t the only thing that’s gonna make me fat,” he tells Rian with a pointed look, one eyebrow raised. He looks ridiculous considering he has half a roll in his mouth.
“I get it, I get it. One more roll of bread, coming right up,” Rian laughs, touching Alex’s shoulder as he goes over to the buffet. Alex watches everyone at the party, talking and laughing and he’s really happy right now, he feels blissed out and just generally good, nothing can go wrong he’s on top of the world.
Rian appears again and puts a roll of bread on his plate, sitting in his seat again. “Are you tired?” he asks with a teasing smile. Alex blinks and then shakes his head.
“Why would you ask that?”
“You’re doing that thing.”
Alex looks mildly puzzled. “Thing?”
“Yeah, you know, when you get tired or something you like, stare at stuff and twirl your hair around your finger.” Alex pauses and then looks at his hand which, like Rian said, is twirling hair around his finger.
“Oh,” he says, and then laughs. “I’m not tired. Just thinking.” Alex scoots his chair over and then leans on Rian, smiling softly.
He looks up at Rian and beams, leaning up and kissing the corner of his jaw. “I love you,” he smiles, and it’s obvious he does.
“I love you too,” Rian laughs. Isobel comes over to their table, putting one hand on the back of Alex’s chair and leaning down to talk to them.
“Cake in five minutes? That sound alright to you?” she asks, wide smile on her face. She leans forwards and pinches her son’s cheek, and then her son in law’s. Alex twists his face away.
“Mother!” he says in this mock British accent, looking offended. “There are people here cheek pinching isn’t necessary!”
Isobel makes a clucking noise, moving over to Jack and pinching his cheek instead. “Jack doesn’t mind,” she says, and Jack just shrugs as if to say, whatever, she used to give me free food. Alex’s mom takes a step back and looks between Jack and Danny with a critical eye. Danny looks a little freaked out.
“You two are next,” she says decisively, nodding, and then pointing at Alex and Rian. “Cake, five minutes, don’t forget.”
It’s silent for a moment and Alex wonders vaguely what his mother meant by the you’re next while Jack and Danny share a look. They both scoot their chairs over and then lean in to the newly wed couple.
“Hey, so, we were planning on keeping this a secret until after your honey moon and stuff because this is totally your moment or your time to shine or whatever, and we don’t want to steal the lime light and stuff -”
Danny interrupts Jack with a smack over his head. “Jack proposed to me and I said yes.”
It’s quiet while the information and then Rian and Alex both yell at the same time.
“When was this?”
“How did it happen?”
“Why didn’t you tell us before?”
“We could have had a double wedding!”
They both get shushed, and Danny gives them one of his infamous bitch faces. “We’re only telling you now because your mother is on to us,” he informs them. “She is kind of a really scary woman. But don’t tell anyone yet, okay?”
Rian and Alex both nod, although it’s evident they really just want to yell some more. “If you guys even think about running away to Vegas while we’re in the Caribbean I swear to God you are never welcome in our home again,” Alex threatens.
Danny scoffs. “We have more class than Vegas.”
“Good,” Alex grins, and then stands up, tugging on Rian’s hand. “My mom is about ready to have a cow, I think it’s cake time,” he says, tipping his head in his mothers direction where she’s standing next to their cake.
They make their way over and Alex picks up the knife, glancing around to see that pretty much everyone who was invited is standing around them, waiting for their piece of the cake. Their photographer is standing at the ready, waiting so he can capture the moments on film.
Rian stands behind Alex again, one hand resting on his waist and the other closing around Alex’s hand that’s holding the knife’s handle. They press the blade through the icing and everyone cheers and claps and cameras flash multiple times from all around the room. They cut a piece out of the cake and a plate is thrust at them and then forks are too until they’re each holding a fork and the plate is on the table in front of them.
They share a look and Alex grins playfully, cutting a piece off with the edge of the fork, Rian mirroring his actions. Rian moves the fork so he can feed it to Alex, and he’s this close to making airplane noises like he does when he’s feeding his baby cousin food. Alex’s teeth chink against the silver fork, and this is one excellent cake that they picked out. He lifts the fork to Rian’s mouth and then he either slips on accident or on purpose because Rian is standing there trying to decide whether he should be unamused or not because he has cake smeared across his cheek.
“Oops,” Alex says, and it’s clear that he meant to do it.
“Oops my ass,” Rian snorts, cutting off another piece and then smearing it across Alex’s cheek.
“Hey!” Alex protests, and people are laughing and talking and cameras are clicking away. The caterer is cutting other slices of cake so that they can get some too. He takes a long look at his husband and then leans in, licking the frosting and cake off his cheek.
“Save it for later,” Rian laughs, wiping the wet off of his skin with the palm of his hand, raising an eyebrow at Alex.
“Later is so faaaaaar away,” he sings, striking a dramatic pose as he holds the plate out to the caterer for another piece. “Thank you,” he says when she puts it on the plate, and he blows a kiss at her, taking Rian’s hand so they can go sit down again.
Jack and Danny and a bunch of people are all sitting there, each with their own piece of cake. “I hope you’re aware that you’re eating a six hundred dollar cake,” Rian informs them as they take their seats, picking up his fork again. “It better taste like, six hundred times better now that you know.”
Everyone nods and says things in agreement about how awesome this cake is and how it was beautifully decorated and if they needed a wedding cake it would definitely be that one (except for Vinny who announces that chocolate cake would have been better and why didn’t anyone listen to him when he said so the first time?)
By the time the night is over, there’s only six pieces of cake left.
-
“I can’t believe that Jack and Danny paid for the honeymoon suite thing,” Alex says as Rian slides the card over the censor, waiting for the green light to turn green.
“You realize that we’re going to have to do the same thing for them now?” Rian laughs, huffing as the light blinks red instead of green - again.
“Or we could just, you know, not,” Alex grins and snatches the card out of his newly wed husband’s hand, pressing it against the censor and pushing down on the door handle as the light blinks green.
Rian gapes, “How did you -”
“Magic fingers,” he winks and wiggles the fingers of his free hand, curling them into the front of Rian’s jacket as he pulls him into the room. “Woah,” he says, eyes widening a little. It’s huge and the colors are red and yellow and there’s a giant TV and sofas and -
“A whirlpool bathtub.”
It’s in the corner of the room, next to the door that leads into the bathroom and it’s white and shiny and Alex is willing to bet that it could fit ten plus him. He doesn’t want ten plus him though, he wants Rian plus him.
Alex pulls him further into the room, laughing and talking about something excitedly while Rian kind of just, gets dragged behind him, staring at things and not really listening to the words spurting out of his husbands mouth.
His husband’s mouth.
“Hey,” Rian says, reaching out an closing his hand around Alex’s other wrist, pulling him so they’re pressed chest to chest, one of their hands tangled together and Rian holding onto Alex’s other wrist.
“Hey,” Alex smiles, and he leans forwards, and presses their lips together, it’s quick and dry and Rian needs chapstick. “C’mon,” he whispers and the mood shifts, just slightly, as he follows him into the bedroom. The lights are dim as Alex pushes the jacket off of his shoulders, pushing Rian down so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, jacket discarded behind him.
He says, “Hey,” again as Alex straddles him, suit pants wrinkling in the process. Alex smiles and moves his fingers, unbuttoning the dress shirt that he’s wearing, slowly revealing skin. It’s dark outside and the hotel lights glint off the water.
Alex puts his hand under his chin, tips his face up and slots their lips together, kissing him slowly and letting it build into something that’s more. Rian’s hands move up to cup Alex’s cheeks, his neck, sliding down his arms and then holding onto his hips, the kiss deepening as more time passes. They end up horizontal, Alex lying stretched out on top of Rian. One of Rian’s hands is tangled in his hair, the other one up the back of his shirt, fingers digging into his lower back. They’ve been making out for - for. For Rian doesn’t know how long. A long time, maybe. Alex’s hips roll forward slowly; Rian swallows the soft whine that escapes his throat.
He rolls them over, pinning his wrists loosely above his head as he straddles him, dipping his mouth into the crook of his neck, biting and leaving marks that make Alex writhe underneath him.
Alex’s eyes are lidded. ”Please,” he whispers, back arching as Rian’s hands, cool and smooth, slide under his half-undone dress shirt, fingertips teasing at his nipples.
“Hey, shh,” Rian smiles, fingers pressing down lightly so his back lies flat against the mattress. “We have all night.”
He bites his lip but stays quiet, even though he wants because they haven’t had sex in weeks, not since Rian read something on the internet about not having sex before the wedding because it makes the wedding night better or something. All he knows is that they haven’t had sex since a few weeks before he told Rian about the baby, and he wants it now.
Rian sits up a little, hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. The shirt falls open, hanging loosely off his shoulders and Rian shimmies down his body, kneeling in between his legs as he presses light kisses to his chest. His teeth scrape against his skin, tongue pressing against each of his nipples, making him arch and moan.
He kisses right beneath his navel, looking up at him and then crossing his arms on top of Alex’s hips, resting his chin on them. “There’s a baby in there,” he breathes, biting his lip as he looks between Alex’s not-quite flat stomach and his face.
Alex flushes. “Yeah, not yet. It’s still a cell thing,” he says, the color deepening when Rian kisses his stomach again.
“Shut up,” Rian laughs. “It’s a baby, a little human being. Our little human being.” The look in Rian’s eyes makes Alex sit up and grab his face, pulling him up to kiss him.
“I love you,” he says, and it’s fierce, he loves him he loves him he loves him. Rian responds to the kiss, pushing him back down so he can straddle his hips again as he kisses him, deep and long. Alex could honestly kiss him for hours (has kissed him for hours, one time they made out for like three hours straight and it was fucking awesome.)
When Rian pulls back there’s a string of saliva connecting their lips and it makes them both laugh. He says, “So, hey, we’re married,” and Alex laughs breathlessly, sitting up so he can take off the rest of his shirt and toss it to the floor.
“Well, yeah,” Alex says, pulling him back down by the neck so they can make out some more.
A handful of minutes later and they’re down to their boxers, making out and touching and grinding. Rian is sucking slowly on Alex’s tongue, hips pressed together and Alex is back at that stage where he just wants.
Rian shifts down in between Alex’s spread legs again and Alex props himself up on his elbows, watching Rian as he pulls his boxers down his legs, leaving them hooked around one ankle so he can kick them off himself. He smiles at him and then proceeds to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and Alex shakes, toes curling so fast he thinks they might break.
“Fuck.”
The smirk on Rian’s face is unmistakable and there’s some sort of smart and/or witty remark on the tip of his tongue when Rian decides to go down on him, lips covering his teeth. He goes down so fast that Alex is sure there are sparks when his brain short circuits, a hoarse shout escaping his lips.
He hollows his cheeks out on his way up, tasting precum on his tongue when he pulls back, looking up at Alex with an affectionate grin. “So soon?” he teases, and Alex curses.
“Like you’re much better,” he sniffs, “I just went over a month without sex and I’m pregnant so my hormones are totally out of control.”
Rian blinks, and it takes a lot of effort not to laugh. “I don’t think your hormones will be raging or out of control for a couple of months,” he says solemnly. “But we can have sex anyway.”
Alex laughs. “Here,” he says, pressing a bottle of KY Warming lube into Rian’s hand. He pops the cap and pours some onto his fingers, blowing gently. It tingles a little as it warms, and he taps Alex’s calf with the lube-free hand, making him bend his knees and plant them flat on the bed.
He goes with one finger first, because it’s been a month since he last had sex with him so he wouldn’t be as loose as usual. Alex moans quietly, eyes rolling back into his head and warming lube is totally fucking awesome.
The process is going really slow, like, Alex wants three fingers or something and Rian is still at one and he’s being really careful like he hasn’t been in a while. Alex suspects it might be because of the whole baby thing.
“Hey, hey, you’re not going to hurt me, so can you just, like, get a move on?” Alex asks breathlessly, arching an eyebrow at Rian. Rian crooks his finger in response and his head spins because dammit, he knows what he’s doing and he knows where his prostate is and that felt really fucking good.
Two fingers feels almost better, stretching him and there’s a slight sting when Rian curls his fingers, the sting overpowered by the pleasure coursing through every single nerve ending. Rian adds a third finger faster than he did the second and Alex moans, low and in the back of his throat.
“Yeah?” Rian asks, looking up at Alex from where he’s nestled in between his legs. Alex nods, biting the inside of his lip when he sees the expression on Rian’s face. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his boxers before tugging those down and off his hips, and Alex fucking loves his husband’s body. He sighs softly and smiles, leaning forward so he can slot their lips together, kissing him slow and dirtyhot. Alex pulls Rian down on top of him, fitting together like two puzzle pieces, hips grinding slowly while they kiss.
“We were going to have sex?” Rian reminds Alex with a smile when he pulls back, feeling around for the bottle of lube and the condom that he put on the bed earlier. Alex’s hand closes around his wrist when he hears the foil tearing.
“You don’t need it, it’s not like I’m not already knocked up,” he teases, and Rian’s breath hitches a little, moaning quietly when Alex pulls the lube from him and pours it onto his hand, slicking up his cock.
The necessary limbs are lined up and their eyes meet as Rian pushes in, Alex’s eyes falling to half mast once he bottoms out. “Yeah,” he breathes, tipping his head back, hair falling into his eyes. Rian leans forwards and presses a kiss to his collarbone, biting gently, just enough to leave a mark that’ll just barely be visible over the collar of one of the Glamour Kills t-shirts that he loves so much.
Rian isn’t fucking him.
He’s making love to him, this is it this is the real deal, it’s solid and they have the damn papers and rings to prove it if anyone questions it. Alex is his forever if he wants to be, and Rian wants him for forever and a day. “I love you,” he whispers in his ear, lips moving across his cheek bones and nose and lips. His hips are moving slowly and Alex doesn’t mind, he lets Rian do what he wants and set the pace that he wants, takes all the love and everything that Rian is giving him.
“Oh,” he moans, silvery stars flashing across his vision when Rian angles his hips just so (it doesn’t take long for him to do it, he does it almost automatically, he knows how to find Alex’s prostate like he knows where the plates are in the kitchen.) ”Please.
Alex’s legs lift to wrap around Rian’s waist, pressing his heels into his back in a silent plea for harder, deeper. Their lips brush together and Alex moans, Rian can feel it rumbling through his chest. “Let me hear you,” he breathes into his mouth, hips working him in deeper, thrusting a little harder. Alex moans in response.
He holds onto Rian’s shoulders, fingers flexing restlessly, sliding down to his biceps. He can feel the muscles underneath the skin, flexing and moving, fingernails digging into the tattoo on his right arm. “Yeah, yeah, there,” he gasps.
Rian’s mouth closes over the juncture of his neck, moaning against his skin. “You’re so,” he says, not finishing his train of thought as Alex’s short nails bite into his skin.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Alex moans, and whether it’s in agreement to what Rian started to say or not is unclear.
He comes first, fist closed around his cock as Rian thrusts in, hips pressing bruises into the back of his thighs. “Rian, Rian, Rian,” is like a mantra passing through his lips, eyes staring at the ceiling but not seeing anything.
“Hey, I’ve got you,” Rian murmurs into his skin, his hips working in small pulses because he’s still there.
“Yeah,” Alex agrees, and then tightens around Rian, murmuring something along the lines of, “Come on, come for me.” It doesn’t take long, and then Rian is kind of half flopping on top of his husband, lips pressed to his damp shoulder.
“Whatever it is that people say about sex getting worse after marriage is wrong,” Alex comments mildly, eyelids kind of drooping.
“Sure,” Rian agrees without really knowing what he’s agreeing to, waiting for the rushing in his ears to die down. When he looks up again, Alex is tracing his fingers over his tattoo, and he notices almost-faded sharpie on his wrist. “Have you been drawing on yourself?” he asks with a soft chuckle.
Alex nods. “It’s not the same as when you do it though,” he says, and of course it’s not the same, it’s not the same when you jerk yourself off as it is when someone else does it.
“I’m kind of really in love with you,” Rian mentions, and Alex holds his left hand up, wiggling his fingers. The ring glints in the dim light.
“I kind of already know that,” he smiles, and he presses their lips together in a soft kiss. It’s silent for a few minutes, just Rian laying on top of Alex, when Alex says, “So, you said something about we have all night?”
Rian laughs, “I thought you’d never ask,” and pulls the blanket over them, covering Alex’s lips with his own.
FIN
A/N 2: I have kind of a follow up to this already written and finished. I actually wrote it before I wrote this, but I want a certain number of comments before I post it. I have a tracker, so I can see how many silent readers I have. The follow up will not be posted until i get a certain number of comments. I don't want to have to do this but honestly I'm a little tired of the silent readers. Anonymous comments should be turned on, if they don't work for some reason my ask box on tumblr is open. Comments are like blowjobs. Even if it's a shitty blowjob, it's still a blowjob. Everyone likes getting blowjobs.
Follow up.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rilex (Rian Dawson/Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and honor the joining of these two men in Holy Matrimony,”
Disclaimer: i do not own they are happily married to each other amen. title and cut belong to Every Avenue.
A/N: this has been quite a piece of work in the making. it's easily the best thing i've ever written, I am so proud of this, I don't think anyone knows quite how much thought and time and research and work and blood and sweat and tears went into it. There'll be another longer post with notes and thoughts etc at some point but it's like three in the morning and I'd really like to go to sleep at some point. Dedications to Racey and Gabe and Karissa and I'll explain why in the other notes post or something idk man.
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leave.
This is a sequel to Saturday Skin
It’s a week before their wedding and Alex is about to shoot someone. He hasn’t stopped stressing since they set the date, sent out the invitations and ordered the cake. And now this.
“Ri, we need to talk.” He’s tugging his lip between his teeth, and Rian knows automatically that he’s nervous about something. “It’s kind of... important.”
He puts the book down on the sofa, tucking his knees under him as he shifts so he’s facing Alex, hand touching the small drawing of a heart on his wrist. “Yeah?” he says softly, trying to coax him into words. Rian knows that this isn’t a ‘I can’t get married to you’ speech, because Alex would have done it differently. No, this is something else.
“I think I’m...” Alex hesitates, closes his eyes, and then starts again. “You remember that time last month? When we ran out of condoms and didn’t realize it until too late and you didn’t want to but I told you to do it anyway?”
Of course Rian knows what he’s talking about - it’d been the first and only time they’d done it without and he’d been a little anxious but it felt so good, being close like that without a layer of latex separating them. He nods. Butterflies uncurl in his stomach: there’s only one direction this can go in.
“Yeah, well. I think I’m - I think I’m -” Rian finishes the sentence for him.
“Pregnant.”
It’s not a question. It’s a statement. Alex nods. “Yeah,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think this would happen - it’s supposed to be one out of five guys this happens to, right? I never meant for this to happen, it’s too early, we’re not ready, we’re not even married yet.”
Rian listens to him patiently through it, lets him freak out and get it off his chest. “Let’s keep it,” he says once Alex pauses for air, a little smile on his face.
He gapes at him. “What?”
The couch dips as Rian shifts so he’s on both knees, taking Alex’s hands in his. “Let’s keep it,” he repeats. “Let’s have a baby.”
Alex lifts his eyes to look at Rian’s face, searching. “What? Ri, we can’t, we can’t afford it, I’m not working and we haven’t thought this through and...” he trails off, uncertainly. He looks excited and terrified. “It’s not right we didn’t plan it and we haven’t even talked about it before and now you want a baby? It’s such bad timing because we’re getting married in a week and I don’t know if I can do this.”
“A baby, with you?” Rian asks, stroking the back of his hands with his thumbs. “I don’t see how that could be a bad thing.”
It’s quiet for a few minutes while Alex thinks about what is happening. He’s pregnant. They’re having a baby. They’re having a baby. “We’re having a baby.”
Smiles break out on both of their faces. They hold each other, swapping kisses and whispering, “A baby, we’re having a baby.”
-
Rian stands at the top of the church, hands folded in front of him. Zack and Jeff and Danny are on his side of the alter, Jack and Matt and Evan are on Alex’s. He hears the organ playing, the familiar tune that everyone knows from their childhood. Dun dun du-nun, dun dun du-nun.
His dad is walking him down the aisle; he’s wearing a white suit. Of course he’s the girl in the relationship. Of course. He might even bitch about being the girl sometimes, but he looks so happy here, radiant and smiling. Rian knows that his mom is crying. He can hear her, even though she’s trying to be discreet about it, and it makes him smile.
The way Alex’s dad came up to him while he was fixing his tie, telling him that he knows that you make his son happy, but if you ever hurt him he would ‘fuck him up’ just further proved the point that Alex is the girl in their relationship.
Everyone stands up when they hear the music playing, their heads are all turned and looking in Alex’s direction. Rian’s cousin’s daughters are walking in front of Alex and his dad, dressed in these tiny pink dresses (Alex’s choice) and scattering pink rose petals in front of them (also Alex’s choice.) Alex takes slow steps, walking slowly up the alter, pink petals decorating the floor in front of him. He’s got that signature half smile, half smirk on his lips, eyes excited and shining.
Alex is gorgeous, there’s absolutely no questioning it. He makes Rian suck in a quick breath, glowing from top to toe. It stuns him that they’re getting married, that Rian gets to call Alex entirely his own, his husband, his. He gets to love this stunning man down later (not that he hasn’t done so before, but he hasn’t done it while they were married) and for the rest of their lives.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers to Alex once he’s standing in front of him, once his dad has beamed at him and given Rian a pointed I meant what I said earlier look, kissing his son on the cheek before going to sit next to Isobel. “I love you.”
The white suited man blushes, cheeks turning pink. “I love you too,” he mouths back at him because the priest has started talking (“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and honor the joining of these two men in Holy Matrimony,”) and it’s such a movie cliche that Rian wants to laugh. His lips do twitch up a little, and Alex catches his eye, eyebrows quirking up and he knows that they’re thinking the same thing.
“Although you will be sharing one life, never forget, you are two separate people. Cherish and affirm your differences. Love each other. Keep your commitment primary. Together you will laugh and cry, be sick and well, be happy and angry, share and grow,” the priest says, hands touching the bible stand in front of him. “Grow, sometimes together, sometimes separately. But never remain stagnant. Love and life are always changing, always new.”
Rian thinks about what he’s saying, reflects over it like it’s the first time he’s heard it, when really, this is like the fiftieth, he heard it at the rehearsal and when Alex read it to him like, five billion times so that they were sure it was perfect. Rian thinks about it, thinks about growing with Alex, the baby growing inside of him and growing old with him and seeing their kids and their grandkids growing, and he this really warm, fuzzy feeling settles over him, like a golden glow that just will not be damped on by anything.
“If you will insure a healthy lasting marriage, always, always value each other. Although you will disagree, remember to respect each other's feelings, needs and wants, and above all, never lose your sense of humor.”
As the priest says the “If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now; or else forever hold your peace,” part, Rian sucks in a short breath, glancing around because it’s always now that some crazy ex-girlfriend or something comes running through the church doors claiming to be the mother to his child and he’d really prefer it if Kara didn’t come running in because as nice as she is, he’d really like to get married to Alex right now.
A short period of time passes, and no crazy exes run in through the church doors with a child in tow yelling about parental duties and being a good father towards their child. He smiles at Alex, catching his lip between his teeth because he cannot get over how gorgeous he looks.
“The first time I saw you,” Rian starts, reciting the first part of his vows from memory. He spent hours writing them, making them perfect. “You walked into Starbucks with these really dumb, blond highlights in your hair. You looked so ridiculous. You were perfect. You had like a million bracelets on your wrists and you rattled off this super fucking long low fat soymilk creme caramel frappuccino with chocolate sprinkles and whipped creme and a million other things on it, and you needed to be mine. You came in every day for weeks, at exactly the same time and ordering the exact same thing. I had to ask you out, I couldn’t not, and you couldn’t possibly be straight, not looking the way you used to (he’s gotten better at looking less gay now though, thank the lord I talked him out of those highlights.)” He pauses, glancing at the people sitting in the pews, row by row, Alex’s family on the right hand side and Rian’s on the left.
“We went out on movie dates and saw all these really shitty things that I don’t even remember because you were always so distracting, sitting next to me so pretty. And then your friends were my friends and the same went the other way around until our friends started dating too, and then we went on double dates to Macaroni Grill and Olive Garden. We have a house now, and it’s small and we’ve only got an extra room, so when we have kids we’re gonna have to get another house because there really isn’t enough room for a huge family, since I want like, a million babies.
“So I’m standing here, in the middle of August, in front of the man that I fell in love with six and a half years ago. Alex, you’re my best friend and my boyfriend and my fiancee, and now I get to call you my husband too. I bring out the best in you and you bring out the best in me, we make each other better people. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with someone else. I want to be the one to hold you and love you and keep you warm at night; I want to be your house and your home, the person who cares about you more than anyone else. I, Robert Rian Dawson, take you, Alexander William Gaskarth, to be my lawfully wedded husband, until death do us part.”
Rian didn’t realize it, but he’d been staring directly at Alex the whole time he spoke. Alex’s eyes are glistening, and he hopes that it’s because the vows were good, and not bad. He sniffles a little, and Rian is sure that he can hear his mother crying semi-silently.
Alex’s vows start out with the words This is probably going to sound really creepy, I know. It takes will power for him not to snort because that’s so typical of him, it doesn’t surprise Rian at all.
”Before I even ordered that grande low fat soy milk creme caramel macchiato with whipped creme and chocolate syrup,” he continues, pausing after he corrects Rian on what he’d ordered and looking out at all the people who were there for them, letting them laugh. Alex belonged on a stage so much it almost hurt. “I’d seen you working in there. I came up with the most complex drink I could think of so I could go in there and impress you. I don’t think anyone understands how much my bank account suffered during those weeks when I had to order one of those every day to get your attention. But then you asked me out to go see Star Wars: Episode III and that was easily hands down the best movie I ever saw because you paid for it and you sat next to me for the whole thing and I really wanted to hold your hand except I was really nervous and you were really cute and also my palms were kind of sweaty.”
He smiles a little, because he remembers it, yeah, Alex used to have kind of sweaty palms and he’d found it absurdly endearing, the way they’d be walking down Thames street while holding hands and how Alex would make them stop so he could wipe his palms on the thighs of his jeans.
“I moved in with you three years after we started dating, which, wasn’t actually that big of a step in the first place because I was practically living with you anyway at that point, but after I officially moved in I didn’t have my own apartment that I needed to pay for, which was awesome. But it was great because we had this loft apartment that was ours and it was really small and the kitchen and living room and dining room were one room squished together, so we kind of had a common room and a bedroom and a bathroom, but that didn’t matter because it was ours. It was our first home that we had together, one of many to hopefully come.
“And then last year you surprised me with Baz for our birthdays, and he’s been my baby ever since. Turns out our landlord wasn’t as appreciative of my baby as I was so we had to move, and we ended up buying that house, and there’s room for at least one kid, because I don’t know if I want to ruin my ‘girlish figure,’” he pauses for a second, that easy grin covering half of his face, fingers using the air to make quotation marks, “On a million of them, and there’s room for us and Baz, and that’s good enough for me because that’s all I need, you and me and the family that we’re going to make. So, I, Alexander William Gaskarth, take you, Robert Rian Dawson, to be my lawfully wedded husband so that I can see your face every morning I wake up until the day that I die.”
The priest smiles, raises his arms so that everyone can see. “Solomon said, ‘Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up. Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; but how can one be warm alone? Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him. And a threefold cord is not quickly broken.’” He smiles warmly, looking between the two men stood in front of him.
“Robert, will you have this man to be your wedded husband? Will you love, honor, cherish and keep him as long as you live? Alexander, will you take this man to be your wedded husband? Will you love, honor and obey him as long as you live?” He looks directly at Rian. “Is there a ring? Please place it upon his finger. The ring has long been the emblem of eternity, symbolizing the endurance of the covenant made this day.”
Rian nods, turning slightly as Alex’s nephew steps forward with both rings on the pillow. He picks up the one that he picked out for Alex, reaching out just as Alex offers his left hand. He slides the band onto his ring finger, smiling a little as he squeezes his hand gently.
“Repeat after me,” the priest says. “I, Robert Rian Dawson, take thee, Alexander William Gaskarth,”
“I, Robert Rian Dawson, take thee, Alexander William Gaskarth,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,” Rian repeats after the priest, even though he knows it out of his head.
“To love and to cherish, till death we part -”
“To love and cherish, till death we part -”
“And with this ring, I thee wed and pledge my faithfulness.”
“And with this ring, I thee wed, and pledge my faithfulness.” Alex’s eyes glitter even more as he says the words, it’s real, this is happening, this is really happening. The priest turns to him as Rian drops his hand.
“Is there another ring? Please place it upon his finger. Let this ring serve as a perpetual remind of the love you share this day.”
Alex takes the ring from his nephew, winking at him as he does. The little boy laughs and he can almost hear his mother sighing. His lips quirk up. He takes Rian’s hand in his own, slipping the gold band over his ring finger.
He says, “Repeat after me. I, Alexander William Gaskarth, take thee, Robert Rian Dawson, to be my wedded husband,”
“I, Alexander William Gaskarth,” Alex repeats dutifully, eyes locked on Rians’s. “Take thee, Robert Rian Dawson to be my wedded husband,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health,”
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,”
“To love and to cherish, till in death we part, and with this ring, I pledge my faithfulness, and I thee wed.”
“To love and to cherish, till in death we part, and with this ring, I pledge my faithfulness, and I thee wed.”
The whole room stands up, folding their hands and bowing their heads. “Let us go to God in prayer. Oh, Almighty God, thou who art the giver of all good things,” the priest starts, leading them in prayer. “we beseech Thee to pour out Your richest blessings upon this couple who have here vowed their lives to each other. Please let them be happy in each other’s companionship, and let their quiver of children be full.”
If he’s completely honest, even though his hands are folded and his head is bowed, even though this is a Very Serious Prayer which hopefully will bless his family, Rian almost wants to laugh at the term quiver of children.
“Please grant them the years to see their children grow up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Let those present here today remember Your great love for us,” he continues. “In Christ, Our Redeemer’s name, Amen.”
The people in the church murmur amen after him, Alex and Rian say it both softly, equal smiles on their faces.
“For as much as you two have consented together to be married, and have publicly declared it before God and these witnesses by the giving and exchanging of rings. By the power vested in me by this State,” the priest pauses, looking around the room, making sure he has the full attention of everyone. “I now pronounce you, husband and husband.
“From this day forward you will be one in mind, one in heart, and by the grace of God, one in eternal destiny. Believing it’s God who truly joins a couple together in marriage, let no man put it asunder. You may now kiss your groom.”
Rian grins and Alex moves forwards, hands going to either side of his neck. Rian cups his face, pulling him towards him. They kiss, the first kiss of the rest of their lives. People are clapping and cheering, and Jack wolfwhistles when Rian’s hand slides down to Alex’s lower back, dipping him backwards as they kiss.
The priest says, “I now pronounce to you, Mr. and Mr. Gaskarth-Dawson.”
-
Outside of the church, Alex and Rian stand in the center of all their groomsmen, pulling weird faces for the guy behind the camera.
“One serious one, please?” the camera guy laughs, pointing at them and waving his hand a little to make them move closer together so that they all fit into the frame. There’s a lot of them.
“Matt, stop pushing me!” Grieco yells, laughing at the same time, pushing him back just a little.
“I’m not the one who’s pushing,” he scoffs, pushing him back until Zack hits them both and says, “I will push you both if you don’t shut up.”
It makes them both laugh harder.
“Seriously guys, okay, seriously this time,” Rian says in his ‘I am so super serious everyone listen to me’ voice. They all sober up and look attractive for the camera, blinking after it flashes.
The photographer looks at the picture on the screen and then nods in satisfaction. “Okay, I need just the newlyweds please,” he says, waving the groomsmen off. He moves in closer and Rian wraps his arms around Alex, chin resting on his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s good!” the photographer says, kneeling to take a picture.
One of Rian’s hands slides down to rest on Alex’s lower stomach and while the photographer looks at one of the other pictures, whispers in his ear, “When are we going to tell people?”
Alex turns his face just a little bit, nuzzling his nose into Rian’s neck. He’s taller than him, but it doesn’t really matter. “After the honey moon? That way they don’t freak out or something?” His husband nods and smiles, fingers tightening a little around his waist.
“Sounds like a plan,” he whispers, and then the camera flash goes off, and the photographer gives them a thumbs up.
“These are gold.”
-
“Hey. Hey!” Jack says with a grin from where he’s standing on a small podium, clinking a knife against the glass of red wine he’s holding in his hand. Zack ignores him completely, glancing in his direction before he continues telling Sierra and Taylor a story that involves a lot of hand motions. “Hey! I’m trying to make a fu- a freaking speach, here!” he says again, louder.
Rian and Alex turn in Jack’s direction, Alex leaning on his husband, even though the chair he’s sitting on has a perfectly good back. “Hey, shhhh!” Alex calls out, laughing. It takes a few more tries, but people quiet down eventually.
“Hey, wow, thank you for being quiet immediately, now I know how all of my high school teachers felt,” Jack says all good natured, grinning easily at the crowd of people. “But yeah, apparently as Alex’s maid of honor,” Alex makes a loud noise, arching an eyebrow at Jack. “Best man, right. Apparently as Alex’s best man I’m supposed to make some sort of speech talking about how awesome my best friend and his husband are and other relevant things.”
People laugh and turn to look at them. Alex lifts his hand and waves like he’s royal, turning his hand from side to side.
“Okay, alright, no, I actually took this really seriously, and I wrote out a speech and everything. Danny checked it for grammar and crap, because if you went to school with me you’ll know just how well English class went.” He pauses for a second, reaching into his jacket suit and pulling out a slightly wrinkled piece of paper. “Danny has a copy too, he was convinced I’d lose mine.”
Jack makes an a-hem noise, noisily pretending to clear his throat. He is having way too much fun with this. “I was on this website, right,” he says. “And I saw this quote from some actress or something that said, ‘I love being married. It’s so great finding that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.’ I know for sure that Rian is that one special person for Alex. I’ve known Alex since I was thirteen, and he was this really awkward flamboyantly in-the-closet gay child who didn’t know he was gay yet. He had this girlfriend, Lisa, and they were the most awkward thing I’d ever seen because he spent longer picking his clothes and doing his hair and then there was that one point where he really liked eyeliner? Yeah, it took him longer then her to do that too.”
People who haven’t known Alex that long turn and look at him like, What? Eyeliner? Alex? and then clearly decide that it doesn’t actually surprise them that much. Rian snorts. “I wish I could have seen your eyeliner phase,” he whispers teasingly in his ear.
“But,” Jack says with a pointed look in their direction, silently telling them to pay attention or he would pour champagne all over their expensive suits.“Then Alex realized that he was in fact, not interested in lady-type characters and he had some more really awkward relationships (except this time they were with dudes) that I know all about, so if anyone is curious and has a drink that they’re willing to part with they can hit me up later.” He holds up his glass of wine and then downs the whole thing as if to make some sort of bizarre point. Alex facepalms. He’d really rather people not knowing about all of his previous homosexual sexcapades from when he was oblivious and young and horny and when all he could think about was sex. Especially if they’re finding out about them via paying Jack in drinks from a free bar.
“Anyway, Alex had just gotten over his last tragic breakup with his on/off boyfriend who was also called Alex (they broke up every other week and he was equally heartbroken every single time) when he comes to me, and he’s like, ‘Jack, Jack, I just met the greatest guy, his name is Rian and I think I’m in love!’ I didn’t believe him at all, and he just kept talking about this guy, about Rian, he was just, ‘I’m serious this time, I’m so over Grieco, he works in Starbucks, Jack, he’s great, I love him and I’ve only ordered a fucking drink from him.’ I thought he was out of his mind.
“And a lot of you know that Alex is like, this huge Star Wars geek and he asked him out to go see Star Wars: Episode III and he had to be the real deal, he was going to see Star Wars with him. I’m his best friend and I wouldn’t even do that, right? So I had to approve of him which meant that I had to meet him too, which also meant I ended up meeting his best friend who’s actually my boyfriend now, six years later. Which is pretty awesome if you ask me.”
People who didn’t know turn and all stare at Danny who’s seated on the other side of Rian, and he turns this faint shade of pink. He lifts his hand and waves a little, and then points at Jack who is standing with his hip cocked like, excuse me where did all of my attention go?
“For the records, Rian, you losing that bet with Danny and having to shave your hair off was one of the best things that has ever happened because not only was it hilarious at the time but you’re much more attractive without hair then you were with, even if you’re definitely not my type. But you’re my best friend’s type so that makes it all okay. I want to give the newly wed couple all my love and hope and luck for all their future babies and happiness.”
Jack has raised his glass in a toast (someone apparently brought him a new one at some point.) Everyone else raises their glasses and you can hear clinking and drinking and Jack manages to down another glass of wine which puts him at like, four? “And also boners I wish them luck with their future boners because lack of hard ons and erectile dysfunction totally sucks.” He raises his empty glass again and flashes this I-do-what-I-want look at the main table and then says, “Thank you!” loudly, hopping off the podium.
He slides into his seat next to Danny and gives them this asswipe grin, slipping his arms around Danny’s waist as he kisses his cheek.
“I don’t think either of us suffer from erectile dysfunctions,” Rian says dryly, looking at Jack from over the rim of his wine glass. “But thank you so much for wishing us luck about that in front of both of our families. I’m glad that you blessed us with boners.”
Alex picks up his fork and pokes at the food that’s on his plate, picking up the roll of bread and biting off a piece. “Hey, Ri, baby? Would you get me another roll of bread?” he asks, batting his eyelashes that aren’t actually all that long so the effect is kind of lost.
“That’s like the fourth one you’ve had! Bread makes you fat, you know,” Rian teases, pushing back his chair.
He huffs around the piece of bread in his mouth. “Bread isn’t the only thing that’s gonna make me fat,” he tells Rian with a pointed look, one eyebrow raised. He looks ridiculous considering he has half a roll in his mouth.
“I get it, I get it. One more roll of bread, coming right up,” Rian laughs, touching Alex’s shoulder as he goes over to the buffet. Alex watches everyone at the party, talking and laughing and he’s really happy right now, he feels blissed out and just generally good, nothing can go wrong he’s on top of the world.
Rian appears again and puts a roll of bread on his plate, sitting in his seat again. “Are you tired?” he asks with a teasing smile. Alex blinks and then shakes his head.
“Why would you ask that?”
“You’re doing that thing.”
Alex looks mildly puzzled. “Thing?”
“Yeah, you know, when you get tired or something you like, stare at stuff and twirl your hair around your finger.” Alex pauses and then looks at his hand which, like Rian said, is twirling hair around his finger.
“Oh,” he says, and then laughs. “I’m not tired. Just thinking.” Alex scoots his chair over and then leans on Rian, smiling softly.
He looks up at Rian and beams, leaning up and kissing the corner of his jaw. “I love you,” he smiles, and it’s obvious he does.
“I love you too,” Rian laughs. Isobel comes over to their table, putting one hand on the back of Alex’s chair and leaning down to talk to them.
“Cake in five minutes? That sound alright to you?” she asks, wide smile on her face. She leans forwards and pinches her son’s cheek, and then her son in law’s. Alex twists his face away.
“Mother!” he says in this mock British accent, looking offended. “There are people here cheek pinching isn’t necessary!”
Isobel makes a clucking noise, moving over to Jack and pinching his cheek instead. “Jack doesn’t mind,” she says, and Jack just shrugs as if to say, whatever, she used to give me free food. Alex’s mom takes a step back and looks between Jack and Danny with a critical eye. Danny looks a little freaked out.
“You two are next,” she says decisively, nodding, and then pointing at Alex and Rian. “Cake, five minutes, don’t forget.”
It’s silent for a moment and Alex wonders vaguely what his mother meant by the you’re next while Jack and Danny share a look. They both scoot their chairs over and then lean in to the newly wed couple.
“Hey, so, we were planning on keeping this a secret until after your honey moon and stuff because this is totally your moment or your time to shine or whatever, and we don’t want to steal the lime light and stuff -”
Danny interrupts Jack with a smack over his head. “Jack proposed to me and I said yes.”
It’s quiet while the information and then Rian and Alex both yell at the same time.
“When was this?”
“How did it happen?”
“Why didn’t you tell us before?”
“We could have had a double wedding!”
They both get shushed, and Danny gives them one of his infamous bitch faces. “We’re only telling you now because your mother is on to us,” he informs them. “She is kind of a really scary woman. But don’t tell anyone yet, okay?”
Rian and Alex both nod, although it’s evident they really just want to yell some more. “If you guys even think about running away to Vegas while we’re in the Caribbean I swear to God you are never welcome in our home again,” Alex threatens.
Danny scoffs. “We have more class than Vegas.”
“Good,” Alex grins, and then stands up, tugging on Rian’s hand. “My mom is about ready to have a cow, I think it’s cake time,” he says, tipping his head in his mothers direction where she’s standing next to their cake.
They make their way over and Alex picks up the knife, glancing around to see that pretty much everyone who was invited is standing around them, waiting for their piece of the cake. Their photographer is standing at the ready, waiting so he can capture the moments on film.
Rian stands behind Alex again, one hand resting on his waist and the other closing around Alex’s hand that’s holding the knife’s handle. They press the blade through the icing and everyone cheers and claps and cameras flash multiple times from all around the room. They cut a piece out of the cake and a plate is thrust at them and then forks are too until they’re each holding a fork and the plate is on the table in front of them.
They share a look and Alex grins playfully, cutting a piece off with the edge of the fork, Rian mirroring his actions. Rian moves the fork so he can feed it to Alex, and he’s this close to making airplane noises like he does when he’s feeding his baby cousin food. Alex’s teeth chink against the silver fork, and this is one excellent cake that they picked out. He lifts the fork to Rian’s mouth and then he either slips on accident or on purpose because Rian is standing there trying to decide whether he should be unamused or not because he has cake smeared across his cheek.
“Oops,” Alex says, and it’s clear that he meant to do it.
“Oops my ass,” Rian snorts, cutting off another piece and then smearing it across Alex’s cheek.
“Hey!” Alex protests, and people are laughing and talking and cameras are clicking away. The caterer is cutting other slices of cake so that they can get some too. He takes a long look at his husband and then leans in, licking the frosting and cake off his cheek.
“Save it for later,” Rian laughs, wiping the wet off of his skin with the palm of his hand, raising an eyebrow at Alex.
“Later is so faaaaaar away,” he sings, striking a dramatic pose as he holds the plate out to the caterer for another piece. “Thank you,” he says when she puts it on the plate, and he blows a kiss at her, taking Rian’s hand so they can go sit down again.
Jack and Danny and a bunch of people are all sitting there, each with their own piece of cake. “I hope you’re aware that you’re eating a six hundred dollar cake,” Rian informs them as they take their seats, picking up his fork again. “It better taste like, six hundred times better now that you know.”
Everyone nods and says things in agreement about how awesome this cake is and how it was beautifully decorated and if they needed a wedding cake it would definitely be that one (except for Vinny who announces that chocolate cake would have been better and why didn’t anyone listen to him when he said so the first time?)
By the time the night is over, there’s only six pieces of cake left.
-
“I can’t believe that Jack and Danny paid for the honeymoon suite thing,” Alex says as Rian slides the card over the censor, waiting for the green light to turn green.
“You realize that we’re going to have to do the same thing for them now?” Rian laughs, huffing as the light blinks red instead of green - again.
“Or we could just, you know, not,” Alex grins and snatches the card out of his newly wed husband’s hand, pressing it against the censor and pushing down on the door handle as the light blinks green.
Rian gapes, “How did you -”
“Magic fingers,” he winks and wiggles the fingers of his free hand, curling them into the front of Rian’s jacket as he pulls him into the room. “Woah,” he says, eyes widening a little. It’s huge and the colors are red and yellow and there’s a giant TV and sofas and -
“A whirlpool bathtub.”
It’s in the corner of the room, next to the door that leads into the bathroom and it’s white and shiny and Alex is willing to bet that it could fit ten plus him. He doesn’t want ten plus him though, he wants Rian plus him.
Alex pulls him further into the room, laughing and talking about something excitedly while Rian kind of just, gets dragged behind him, staring at things and not really listening to the words spurting out of his husbands mouth.
His husband’s mouth.
“Hey,” Rian says, reaching out an closing his hand around Alex’s other wrist, pulling him so they’re pressed chest to chest, one of their hands tangled together and Rian holding onto Alex’s other wrist.
“Hey,” Alex smiles, and he leans forwards, and presses their lips together, it’s quick and dry and Rian needs chapstick. “C’mon,” he whispers and the mood shifts, just slightly, as he follows him into the bedroom. The lights are dim as Alex pushes the jacket off of his shoulders, pushing Rian down so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, jacket discarded behind him.
He says, “Hey,” again as Alex straddles him, suit pants wrinkling in the process. Alex smiles and moves his fingers, unbuttoning the dress shirt that he’s wearing, slowly revealing skin. It’s dark outside and the hotel lights glint off the water.
Alex puts his hand under his chin, tips his face up and slots their lips together, kissing him slowly and letting it build into something that’s more. Rian’s hands move up to cup Alex’s cheeks, his neck, sliding down his arms and then holding onto his hips, the kiss deepening as more time passes. They end up horizontal, Alex lying stretched out on top of Rian. One of Rian’s hands is tangled in his hair, the other one up the back of his shirt, fingers digging into his lower back. They’ve been making out for - for. For Rian doesn’t know how long. A long time, maybe. Alex’s hips roll forward slowly; Rian swallows the soft whine that escapes his throat.
He rolls them over, pinning his wrists loosely above his head as he straddles him, dipping his mouth into the crook of his neck, biting and leaving marks that make Alex writhe underneath him.
Alex’s eyes are lidded. ”Please,” he whispers, back arching as Rian’s hands, cool and smooth, slide under his half-undone dress shirt, fingertips teasing at his nipples.
“Hey, shh,” Rian smiles, fingers pressing down lightly so his back lies flat against the mattress. “We have all night.”
He bites his lip but stays quiet, even though he wants because they haven’t had sex in weeks, not since Rian read something on the internet about not having sex before the wedding because it makes the wedding night better or something. All he knows is that they haven’t had sex since a few weeks before he told Rian about the baby, and he wants it now.
Rian sits up a little, hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. The shirt falls open, hanging loosely off his shoulders and Rian shimmies down his body, kneeling in between his legs as he presses light kisses to his chest. His teeth scrape against his skin, tongue pressing against each of his nipples, making him arch and moan.
He kisses right beneath his navel, looking up at him and then crossing his arms on top of Alex’s hips, resting his chin on them. “There’s a baby in there,” he breathes, biting his lip as he looks between Alex’s not-quite flat stomach and his face.
Alex flushes. “Yeah, not yet. It’s still a cell thing,” he says, the color deepening when Rian kisses his stomach again.
“Shut up,” Rian laughs. “It’s a baby, a little human being. Our little human being.” The look in Rian’s eyes makes Alex sit up and grab his face, pulling him up to kiss him.
“I love you,” he says, and it’s fierce, he loves him he loves him he loves him. Rian responds to the kiss, pushing him back down so he can straddle his hips again as he kisses him, deep and long. Alex could honestly kiss him for hours (has kissed him for hours, one time they made out for like three hours straight and it was fucking awesome.)
When Rian pulls back there’s a string of saliva connecting their lips and it makes them both laugh. He says, “So, hey, we’re married,” and Alex laughs breathlessly, sitting up so he can take off the rest of his shirt and toss it to the floor.
“Well, yeah,” Alex says, pulling him back down by the neck so they can make out some more.
A handful of minutes later and they’re down to their boxers, making out and touching and grinding. Rian is sucking slowly on Alex’s tongue, hips pressed together and Alex is back at that stage where he just wants.
Rian shifts down in between Alex’s spread legs again and Alex props himself up on his elbows, watching Rian as he pulls his boxers down his legs, leaving them hooked around one ankle so he can kick them off himself. He smiles at him and then proceeds to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and Alex shakes, toes curling so fast he thinks they might break.
“Fuck.”
The smirk on Rian’s face is unmistakable and there’s some sort of smart and/or witty remark on the tip of his tongue when Rian decides to go down on him, lips covering his teeth. He goes down so fast that Alex is sure there are sparks when his brain short circuits, a hoarse shout escaping his lips.
He hollows his cheeks out on his way up, tasting precum on his tongue when he pulls back, looking up at Alex with an affectionate grin. “So soon?” he teases, and Alex curses.
“Like you’re much better,” he sniffs, “I just went over a month without sex and I’m pregnant so my hormones are totally out of control.”
Rian blinks, and it takes a lot of effort not to laugh. “I don’t think your hormones will be raging or out of control for a couple of months,” he says solemnly. “But we can have sex anyway.”
Alex laughs. “Here,” he says, pressing a bottle of KY Warming lube into Rian’s hand. He pops the cap and pours some onto his fingers, blowing gently. It tingles a little as it warms, and he taps Alex’s calf with the lube-free hand, making him bend his knees and plant them flat on the bed.
He goes with one finger first, because it’s been a month since he last had sex with him so he wouldn’t be as loose as usual. Alex moans quietly, eyes rolling back into his head and warming lube is totally fucking awesome.
The process is going really slow, like, Alex wants three fingers or something and Rian is still at one and he’s being really careful like he hasn’t been in a while. Alex suspects it might be because of the whole baby thing.
“Hey, hey, you’re not going to hurt me, so can you just, like, get a move on?” Alex asks breathlessly, arching an eyebrow at Rian. Rian crooks his finger in response and his head spins because dammit, he knows what he’s doing and he knows where his prostate is and that felt really fucking good.
Two fingers feels almost better, stretching him and there’s a slight sting when Rian curls his fingers, the sting overpowered by the pleasure coursing through every single nerve ending. Rian adds a third finger faster than he did the second and Alex moans, low and in the back of his throat.
“Yeah?” Rian asks, looking up at Alex from where he’s nestled in between his legs. Alex nods, biting the inside of his lip when he sees the expression on Rian’s face. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his boxers before tugging those down and off his hips, and Alex fucking loves his husband’s body. He sighs softly and smiles, leaning forward so he can slot their lips together, kissing him slow and dirtyhot. Alex pulls Rian down on top of him, fitting together like two puzzle pieces, hips grinding slowly while they kiss.
“We were going to have sex?” Rian reminds Alex with a smile when he pulls back, feeling around for the bottle of lube and the condom that he put on the bed earlier. Alex’s hand closes around his wrist when he hears the foil tearing.
“You don’t need it, it’s not like I’m not already knocked up,” he teases, and Rian’s breath hitches a little, moaning quietly when Alex pulls the lube from him and pours it onto his hand, slicking up his cock.
The necessary limbs are lined up and their eyes meet as Rian pushes in, Alex’s eyes falling to half mast once he bottoms out. “Yeah,” he breathes, tipping his head back, hair falling into his eyes. Rian leans forwards and presses a kiss to his collarbone, biting gently, just enough to leave a mark that’ll just barely be visible over the collar of one of the Glamour Kills t-shirts that he loves so much.
Rian isn’t fucking him.
He’s making love to him, this is it this is the real deal, it’s solid and they have the damn papers and rings to prove it if anyone questions it. Alex is his forever if he wants to be, and Rian wants him for forever and a day. “I love you,” he whispers in his ear, lips moving across his cheek bones and nose and lips. His hips are moving slowly and Alex doesn’t mind, he lets Rian do what he wants and set the pace that he wants, takes all the love and everything that Rian is giving him.
“Oh,” he moans, silvery stars flashing across his vision when Rian angles his hips just so (it doesn’t take long for him to do it, he does it almost automatically, he knows how to find Alex’s prostate like he knows where the plates are in the kitchen.) ”Please.
Alex’s legs lift to wrap around Rian’s waist, pressing his heels into his back in a silent plea for harder, deeper. Their lips brush together and Alex moans, Rian can feel it rumbling through his chest. “Let me hear you,” he breathes into his mouth, hips working him in deeper, thrusting a little harder. Alex moans in response.
He holds onto Rian’s shoulders, fingers flexing restlessly, sliding down to his biceps. He can feel the muscles underneath the skin, flexing and moving, fingernails digging into the tattoo on his right arm. “Yeah, yeah, there,” he gasps.
Rian’s mouth closes over the juncture of his neck, moaning against his skin. “You’re so,” he says, not finishing his train of thought as Alex’s short nails bite into his skin.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Alex moans, and whether it’s in agreement to what Rian started to say or not is unclear.
He comes first, fist closed around his cock as Rian thrusts in, hips pressing bruises into the back of his thighs. “Rian, Rian, Rian,” is like a mantra passing through his lips, eyes staring at the ceiling but not seeing anything.
“Hey, I’ve got you,” Rian murmurs into his skin, his hips working in small pulses because he’s still there.
“Yeah,” Alex agrees, and then tightens around Rian, murmuring something along the lines of, “Come on, come for me.” It doesn’t take long, and then Rian is kind of half flopping on top of his husband, lips pressed to his damp shoulder.
“Whatever it is that people say about sex getting worse after marriage is wrong,” Alex comments mildly, eyelids kind of drooping.
“Sure,” Rian agrees without really knowing what he’s agreeing to, waiting for the rushing in his ears to die down. When he looks up again, Alex is tracing his fingers over his tattoo, and he notices almost-faded sharpie on his wrist. “Have you been drawing on yourself?” he asks with a soft chuckle.
Alex nods. “It’s not the same as when you do it though,” he says, and of course it’s not the same, it’s not the same when you jerk yourself off as it is when someone else does it.
“I’m kind of really in love with you,” Rian mentions, and Alex holds his left hand up, wiggling his fingers. The ring glints in the dim light.
“I kind of already know that,” he smiles, and he presses their lips together in a soft kiss. It’s silent for a few minutes, just Rian laying on top of Alex, when Alex says, “So, you said something about we have all night?”
Rian laughs, “I thought you’d never ask,” and pulls the blanket over them, covering Alex’s lips with his own.
FIN
A/N 2: I have kind of a follow up to this already written and finished. I actually wrote it before I wrote this, but I want a certain number of comments before I post it. I have a tracker, so I can see how many silent readers I have. The follow up will not be posted until i get a certain number of comments. I don't want to have to do this but honestly I'm a little tired of the silent readers. Anonymous comments should be turned on, if they don't work for some reason my ask box on tumblr is open. Comments are like blowjobs. Even if it's a shitty blowjob, it's still a blowjob. Everyone likes getting blowjobs.
Follow up.