There were no attendants in the strictest sense, but during the ceremony Mark acted as the unofficial best man for both of his friends holding on to their wedding bands until the ring exchange. They kept the ceremony short and sweet, knowing most of their friends and family were eager to party with them.
At the reception Fred made a toast thanking the venue, officiant and all their guests for coming. He made a special point to single out Aaron’s parents and his dad for how supportive and loving they had been throughout their relationship. Mark followed, sharing some hilarious childhood stories causing raucous laughter from his fellow guests and deep blushes from the grooms who chuckled along with everyone. Aaron’s parents said a few words and even Ben got up and spoke.
“I haven’t really known Uncle Aaron for very long,” Ben began. “For a long time, he was just some guy my Uncle Fred had been friends with forever. But then… things changed for Uncle Fred. They became more than friends. And their story, their journey that I only caught small glimpses of reminded me so much of my own.” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat.
“My boyfriend, Finn, and I wouldn’t be where we are if it weren’t for my uncles. They have provided a safe haven for us. I know my Uncle Fred would have loved me no matter what, but Uncle Aaron… he provides a balance. You both do that for each other. For all of Uncle Fred’s fire and passion, Uncle Aaron, you bring in calm, quiet comfort. The two of you together is… it’s such a beautiful balance. So, thank you Uncle Aaron, for giving my Uncle Fred a safe place to be himself. Uncle Fred, thank you for loving me so fiercely. Seeing you love each other so purely is a gift for everyone close to you. Congratulations to my two uncles.” Ben raised his glass of sparkling cider. “Cheers.” He sipped his drink and put the microphone back on the stand before wiping at his eyes.
Jennifer pulled him into a tight side hug when he sat down next to her and pressed a kiss to his temple. Aaron and Fred wiped at their eyes shaking their heads, smiling, pecking each other’s lips.
Once the toasts were finished, and dinner was eaten the small crowd started downing drinks and dancing like crazy. Aaron refused shots over and over, only giving in once when Fred and Mark brought him one with devilish smirks on their faces, holding shots of their own. Jennifer got up and danced as well, even accepting a dance from a few of Fred’s colleagues, who he watched like a hawk while they danced with his sister.
The rental on the venue expired and they were politely told their time was up, the staff coming through beginning to clear away glasses and bottles. Paul had slipped out to the casino once things got too rowdy for his tastes. Aaron’s parents had spied his exit and followed closely behind him.
Jennifer and Ben called it a night, since they had an early flight the next morning and shifts to get to in the evening. Mark and Kate had been draped around each other all evening and had already slunk off back to their room.
A handful of Aaron and Fred’s colleagues went to a club nearby. Madison and her date opted to join the club goers. Fred and Aaron said they would join them after they changed. They wanted to get out of their suits.
Alone in the elevator Fred leaned back against the wall. Aaron leaned against him, slouching, his head resting in the crook of Fred’s neck. His arms were draped around him, and he squeezed him close. Aaron turned his head slightly and kissed Fred’s jaw lightly. They had been kissing all night as their guests had clinked their glasses throughout the reception. But they had been cute, chaste little pecks and Aaron suddenly found himself needing to remedy that.
His tongue flicked out and he lightly dragged it along Fred’s jawline. Fred’s breath stuttered and he held Aaron tighter. Despite the tight grip, Aaron turned himself around, so he and Fred were chest to chest.
“We’re married Freddie,” Aaron said his eyes glistening. Fred smiled and nodded.
“We’re married,” Fred confirmed.
Aaron pressed his mouth to Fred’s and poked his tongue forward, Fred’s mouth opened, and his tongue came forward eagerly meeting Aaron’s. The taste of the whiskey Fred had been sipping on that night filled Aaron’s mouth and he moaned quietly.
“I love you Freddie,” he said. “My husband.” Fred grinned.
“I love you, Aaron. My husband,” Fred replied.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Aaron peeled himself away from Fred, gripping his hand and pulling him forward out of the elevator. Fred flung an arm around his shoulders and Aaron snaked his around Fred’s waist as they walked to their room. Fred planted a kiss on Aaron’s head.
Once in their room, Fred put out the do not disturb sign and clicked the deadbolt. He turned and found Aaron right behind him. His coat was tossed on a chair, and he’d loosened his tie. His eyes were blazing with fire and Fred grinned, putting a hand on Aaron’s chest. He pushed him gently backwards farther into the room.
“We need to get out of these suits,” Fred said. Aaron nodded and pushed Fred’s coat off his shoulders. As Fred slid the coat off and tossed it on the chair Aaron ran his hands up to Fred’s tie and loosened it, pulling it roughly from his neck. Running his hands up Fred’s chest, thumbs circling his nipples briefly, he began to unbutton his shirt.
Fred began pulling at Aaron’s tie and working down the buttons on his shirt. He noticed the tented front of Aaron’s pants and caught his husband’s gaze.
“We’re not going out, are we?” Fred asked, smirking. Aaron shook his head as he pushed Fred’s shirt off. That shake of the head and the blaze of fire in Aaron’s eyes sent a tremor of pleasure through Fred causing his cock to stiffen. Fred pushed Aaron’s shirt off his shoulders, and he tossed it to the side.
Aaron dove at Fred’s exposed chest. He kissed his pecs, running his tongue around his peaking nipples. His tongue left a trail of moisture as he ran it up his husband’s body to his neck. He bit him firmly, causing Fred to gasp, then groan as Aaron planted his mouth on his. Tongues probed and twined together as the two men pawed at each other’s pants, getting out of their clothes as quickly as they could.
Aaron dragged his tongue back down to Fred’s chest and bit at his nipples, causing another gasping groan from Fred. Aaron lowered himself to his knees and his tongue ventured farther down, tracing around Fred’s belly button momentarily.
Fred’s cock, hugely erect, dripped in front of him. Aaron moaned at the sight of it. He brought his tongue to the base and traced up to the tip. He ran his tongue over the slit and Fred’s hands shot into his hair. Aaron wrapped his lips around that pulsing tip and then brought his mouth down over the entire length slowly. His spit slicked over Fred’s cock, and he couldn’t help but moan with the feeling of it. Aaron brought his head back up dragging his teeth along.
“AH fuck, yes,” Fred groaned. His hips bucked forward. “Oh my god.” Aaron worked up and down Fred’s hard cock, his tongue pressing as Fred began to thrust forward. Fred suddenly pulled his cock from Aaron’s mouth.