Wedding Wishes Rated R Joick
Four walls surrounded us all. The rows of seats are jam packed with the old and the young awaiting the union of my best-friend and his short-term girlfriend. I’m standing beside him in my tux as his best man, not the position I’ve been dreaming of… but it’s all I am.
The piano begins to play the most traditional song known to man as she begins to walk down the aisle in her tight silhouetted, white dress. I glance from the bride to the groom, his teeth pressed on his bottom lip, beads of sweat lining his forehead where his dark curls lie. I notice his posture is pure nerves, he’s been my best friend since we were in our mother’s stomachs, I know his mannerisms better than anyone.
My thoughts race faster as the priest begins to open the ceremony, his words filling my ears as my sight is covered by him. He’s not just nervous, he seems a little scared too… not that it’s uncommon, I mean he’s about to give his life to some girl he barley knows. Don’t get me wrong, his soon to be wife is nice but she’s just not for him. There is only one person that belongs with him and she is not it.
“We are gathered here today to unite Nicholas Harper and Holly Mile in Holy matrimony.” The words that began to flow began to numb me but not enough to deflect me for the most dreaded line of the ceremony. “If there is anyone who feels these two should not be wed, then speak now or forever hold your peace.”
His chocolate colored eye scanned the room, almost seeming to plead. It may be my wishful thinking or probably mindless dreaming but he appeared to be hopeful that someone would speak up and save him. While his eyes pled hers held a prayer, a prayer that no noise would slice through the room. My heart slammed and beat against my chest as my mind swarmed through the billions of possibilities that could occur with either decision I made. However, only one decision could make us both happy.
“Very well then, we shall proc-” My voice ripped over the priest’s. My throat was dry but strong. “Nick don’t! Please!” Above all shocked gasps and stares in the church, only one stood out, his. “Nick this is a mistake!-” His honey voice ceased mine, “Joe what are you doing!?” His speech was stopped by hers, “What’s going on!? How would this be a mistake!? We’re in love and we’re supposed to be getting married for God’s sake this is our wedding day!” I couldn’t stop the words from seeping from my lips, “Because I’m in love with him and he belongs with me, not you, not some girl, me!”
Another gasp of shock flooded the room but my attention was completely set on the curly-headed boy, well now man that I fell in love with all those years ago. His response was utter silence, no sound, no movement, if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was a statue. More time passed and my heart fell further when I became sure he wasn’t going to respond. I let the crystals fall from my spheres, blurring my vision. I ran from the building and down the street, I don’t know what I was thinking! I was so sure he didn’t want to get married! I’m such an idiot, how could I have even thought he would love me as more than a friend!?
Burning liquid ran down my throat as my tears dried on my cheeks. The music emitting from the jukebox was lame, nothing like Nick and I would listen to but it was better than the silence left in the church. The bartender kept the strong whiskey coming till I began to sob once again. I tried to remind myself to be strong, to not cry, to be a man, to remember that you can’t lose something you never had but it was no use. Crystal tears streamed down my cheeks like the overflowing Mississippi River.
Wobbling steps on the sidewalks of L.A. led me to my empty home. I was bound to die alone without ever getting the chance to be with the only person I could ever truly love, my best friend. My keys fumbled and scratched the lock before twisting in the keyhole, letting me into my personal hell. I removed my shoes, dropped my keys and tux jacket, not bothering to remove my tie seeing as how I don’t know where it went. My feet carried me up the staircase and to my…shut door? I pushed open my door to be met with a brightly lit room and the last person I ever expected to see again after what I just did.
No words, just actions, powerful actions, passionate actions, but most of all actions made by him. His lips were the waves of the ocean while mine were the shore; his had all the power as the crashed onto mine and molded mine beneath his. His hands laced through my hair, strongly pulling. My mind was numb as my heart soared, urging my lips to follow his.
His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue surging for dominance over mine. All his weight was placed on me when he jumped up, wrapping his legs around my thick waist. My hand grabbed the firmness of his bottom as he bit my lit harshly and I moved toward my bed. The second his back hit the mattress his hands left my hair, clapping the lights off. The city lights bled through the windows, lighting him before me.
Not long after the lights died did the clothes come flying off, leaving us to freely explore each other. Only a short time went by before the exotic noises began to leave us. I lie on him, his strong legs around me, his hands threaded in my dark hair; each thrust I made went deeper and made his screams and moans louder and higher. I began to feel my thick cock twitch within his heat; I pushed in more aggressively as my hand trailed down his stomach before gripping his rock hard cock in my hand. With each thrust I made I jerked my hand up his strong member.
Stroke, thrust, stroke, thrust, each motion led us closer to our releases. His screams pierced through my ears as his nails pierced through the skin on my back. Mixed were his screams and moans but they were followed by my name in utter ecstasy, much like his. He was so tight around me as I made my final thrust, our climaxes synchronized. Our white eruptions landing on and in each other; my cum was leaking from within him as his covered us. The slurping sound of my cock leaving his heat was covered by our moans.
Before I rolled from him, his lips captured mine once again, his voice trailing after the kiss, “I love you too Joe and I belong with you, not her, not some girl, you.” For the first time my lips possessed his as I pushed back into him causing his moan to vibrate my lips. He pushed me onto my back as he wrapped one leg around my waist, leaving us connected at the hips. Seconds later his lips were taken from mine and his head landed on my chest, his chocolate eyes closing, sleep capturing us and our connection into the next day.
The morning sun illuminated the room as it shone in from the windows. My eyes fluttered open, my sight deceiving me. My angel lying within my arms, sound asleep, quietly snoring. My thoughts were soaring, ‘This must be a dream! He can’t be here, he isn’t gay and he’s married to Holly… right?’ I was snapped from my thoughts when I felt him shift lower on my chest, pressing harder into my hips, awakening my cock. It twitched as it grew causing me to realize I was still inside of him. A tired moan left his lips as his orbs opened looking right into mine. I was silent as my heart rate increased.
His voice filled the room, “Good morning.” he wiggled his hips before chuckling, “Already?” My hips bucked up and I moaned involuntarily leaving my voice shaky when I attempted to speak. “What, what’s going on Nick, why are you here?” His lips spread, revealing his teeth in a wide grin, “Because, I love you.” His lips meshed against mine as I processed his words. Prior to me kissing back I mumbled one word, or rather one name, “Holly?” His lips left mine as his smile widened more, “Honeymoon.” No more words were needed for me to flip us over. I had my baby in my arms, we were completely connected, our hips, our lips, our minds and most of all, our hearts.
The piano begins to play the most traditional song known to man as she begins to walk down the aisle in her tight silhouetted, white dress. I glance from the bride to the groom, his teeth pressed on his bottom lip, beads of sweat lining his forehead where his dark curls lie. I notice his posture is pure nerves, he’s been my best friend since we were in our mother’s stomachs, I know his mannerisms better than anyone.
My thoughts race faster as the priest begins to open the ceremony, his words filling my ears as my sight is covered by him. He’s not just nervous, he seems a little scared too… not that it’s uncommon, I mean he’s about to give his life to some girl he barley knows. Don’t get me wrong, his soon to be wife is nice but she’s just not for him. There is only one person that belongs with him and she is not it.
“We are gathered here today to unite Nicholas Harper and Holly Mile in Holy matrimony.” The words that began to flow began to numb me but not enough to deflect me for the most dreaded line of the ceremony. “If there is anyone who feels these two should not be wed, then speak now or forever hold your peace.”
His chocolate colored eye scanned the room, almost seeming to plead. It may be my wishful thinking or probably mindless dreaming but he appeared to be hopeful that someone would speak up and save him. While his eyes pled hers held a prayer, a prayer that no noise would slice through the room. My heart slammed and beat against my chest as my mind swarmed through the billions of possibilities that could occur with either decision I made. However, only one decision could make us both happy.
“Very well then, we shall proc-” My voice ripped over the priest’s. My throat was dry but strong. “Nick don’t! Please!” Above all shocked gasps and stares in the church, only one stood out, his. “Nick this is a mistake!-” His honey voice ceased mine, “Joe what are you doing!?” His speech was stopped by hers, “What’s going on!? How would this be a mistake!? We’re in love and we’re supposed to be getting married for God’s sake this is our wedding day!” I couldn’t stop the words from seeping from my lips, “Because I’m in love with him and he belongs with me, not you, not some girl, me!”
Another gasp of shock flooded the room but my attention was completely set on the curly-headed boy, well now man that I fell in love with all those years ago. His response was utter silence, no sound, no movement, if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was a statue. More time passed and my heart fell further when I became sure he wasn’t going to respond. I let the crystals fall from my spheres, blurring my vision. I ran from the building and down the street, I don’t know what I was thinking! I was so sure he didn’t want to get married! I’m such an idiot, how could I have even thought he would love me as more than a friend!?
Burning liquid ran down my throat as my tears dried on my cheeks. The music emitting from the jukebox was lame, nothing like Nick and I would listen to but it was better than the silence left in the church. The bartender kept the strong whiskey coming till I began to sob once again. I tried to remind myself to be strong, to not cry, to be a man, to remember that you can’t lose something you never had but it was no use. Crystal tears streamed down my cheeks like the overflowing Mississippi River.
Wobbling steps on the sidewalks of L.A. led me to my empty home. I was bound to die alone without ever getting the chance to be with the only person I could ever truly love, my best friend. My keys fumbled and scratched the lock before twisting in the keyhole, letting me into my personal hell. I removed my shoes, dropped my keys and tux jacket, not bothering to remove my tie seeing as how I don’t know where it went. My feet carried me up the staircase and to my…shut door? I pushed open my door to be met with a brightly lit room and the last person I ever expected to see again after what I just did.
No words, just actions, powerful actions, passionate actions, but most of all actions made by him. His lips were the waves of the ocean while mine were the shore; his had all the power as the crashed onto mine and molded mine beneath his. His hands laced through my hair, strongly pulling. My mind was numb as my heart soared, urging my lips to follow his.
His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue surging for dominance over mine. All his weight was placed on me when he jumped up, wrapping his legs around my thick waist. My hand grabbed the firmness of his bottom as he bit my lit harshly and I moved toward my bed. The second his back hit the mattress his hands left my hair, clapping the lights off. The city lights bled through the windows, lighting him before me.
Not long after the lights died did the clothes come flying off, leaving us to freely explore each other. Only a short time went by before the exotic noises began to leave us. I lie on him, his strong legs around me, his hands threaded in my dark hair; each thrust I made went deeper and made his screams and moans louder and higher. I began to feel my thick cock twitch within his heat; I pushed in more aggressively as my hand trailed down his stomach before gripping his rock hard cock in my hand. With each thrust I made I jerked my hand up his strong member.
Stroke, thrust, stroke, thrust, each motion led us closer to our releases. His screams pierced through my ears as his nails pierced through the skin on my back. Mixed were his screams and moans but they were followed by my name in utter ecstasy, much like his. He was so tight around me as I made my final thrust, our climaxes synchronized. Our white eruptions landing on and in each other; my cum was leaking from within him as his covered us. The slurping sound of my cock leaving his heat was covered by our moans.
Before I rolled from him, his lips captured mine once again, his voice trailing after the kiss, “I love you too Joe and I belong with you, not her, not some girl, you.” For the first time my lips possessed his as I pushed back into him causing his moan to vibrate my lips. He pushed me onto my back as he wrapped one leg around my waist, leaving us connected at the hips. Seconds later his lips were taken from mine and his head landed on my chest, his chocolate eyes closing, sleep capturing us and our connection into the next day.
The morning sun illuminated the room as it shone in from the windows. My eyes fluttered open, my sight deceiving me. My angel lying within my arms, sound asleep, quietly snoring. My thoughts were soaring, ‘This must be a dream! He can’t be here, he isn’t gay and he’s married to Holly… right?’ I was snapped from my thoughts when I felt him shift lower on my chest, pressing harder into my hips, awakening my cock. It twitched as it grew causing me to realize I was still inside of him. A tired moan left his lips as his orbs opened looking right into mine. I was silent as my heart rate increased.
His voice filled the room, “Good morning.” he wiggled his hips before chuckling, “Already?” My hips bucked up and I moaned involuntarily leaving my voice shaky when I attempted to speak. “What, what’s going on Nick, why are you here?” His lips spread, revealing his teeth in a wide grin, “Because, I love you.” His lips meshed against mine as I processed his words. Prior to me kissing back I mumbled one word, or rather one name, “Holly?” His lips left mine as his smile widened more, “Honeymoon.” No more words were needed for me to flip us over. I had my baby in my arms, we were completely connected, our hips, our lips, our minds and most of all, our hearts.