Wedding Night

Okay, so I posted this last night, in hopes of coming back to the writing scene after a long time of being out of it. I was pretty sure that the story had problems with it but I busted it out in 24 hours and couldn’t be bother to go back and review it properly. I just did a quick run through and uploaded it. I’ve always had tense problems and thank you Koira for pointing it out, this edit is for you! Thank you Amanda, EvilFox, and Basseygirl for telling me how much they liked it. Especially EvilFox for telling me that it got him hard. Hopefully I got most of the tense issues worked out, only having past tense in remembering, talking, or thinking. Thank you for reading!


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Wedding Night

The families take their seats in the large cabin when they are notified that the wedding march is about to begin. One family and set of friends on one side of the altar, another set of family and friends on the other side of the altar. Tears are already beginning to burst forth from the over emotional moms, aunts, sisters, cousins, girlfriends, and the occasional uncle.

The groom, Eric, stands in anticipation with his best man and groomsmen, waiting for his bride to come down the aisle. Eric is a 35 year old, 6’ gymaholic, with a constant five o’clock shadow (that has been carefully shaved off for the ceremony), a score of tattoos traveling up and down his body, and a shaved brunette head giving him the appearance of being a Hell’s Angel.

Everyone always told him that he would never find someone who could keep up with him and the trouble that seems to follow him. He did though, and he has never been happier.

“You nervous?” says the best man, Stephen, as he observes Eric bending over slightly, holding his stomach.

“My stomach feels like it’s going to explode.” Eric replies.

“Yep, that’s how it felt at my wedding.” says Stephen who lovingly glances at his wife who is holding her best friend and a hanky, just in case.

Eric’s ears hear the violin, cello, and bass playing the first few bars of the wedding march and he stands up straight. The Ushers open the doors at the front of the cabin and make their way up the aisle. The first bridesmaid comes down the aisle in a baby blue, slim, silky dress. The next one follows. Then comes the maid of honor in a slightly more elaborate dress with a touch more beading and lace, making her stand out from the bridesmaids.

Eric’s nephew, a cute little brunette boy with chubby red cheeks and loose pants comes marching down the aisle, dragging the pillow carrying the rings. The pants finally slip off the kid, causing a great amount of gasps, chuckles and cameras to go off as they drag around his ankles. The little boy drops the pillow and runs to his mother. Stephen grabs the pillow and the rings and pockets them for their future need in the ceremony.

The flower girl, about the age of 10, comes striding down the aisle slowly, scattering midnight blue irises across the aisle. The iris is his bride’s favorite flower. Says it is very unique and very beautiful. Eric chuckles at the sight of the girl, she seems like she takes extreme pride in her job as flower girl. She comes to a stop at the end of the aisle and takes her assigned place.

The wedding march starts anew and his bride comes around the corner. Eric’s breath hitches and he loses all thought.

His bride is a 30 year old, 5’6”, thin bookstore owner with shaggy red hair that brushes just over the ears. The “bride” is named Simon, and Eric never thought he would be marrying a man, yet lo and behold, here he is down the aisle and the love of his life is marching slowly toward him in a black tuxedo like his with midnight blue lining, being escorted by his father. All Eric could think was, ‘Simon looks beautiful.’

Simon’s father hands him off to Eric and sits down. Eric stares directly into Simon’s eyes as the Justice of the Peace begins her speech, but Eric doesn’t hear a word of it. He just stares at the beauty that is his future husband and tries to catch his breath.

“The Bride and the Groom have written their own vows. Eric, would you please begin your vows?” The Judge says to Eric. He snaps out of his trance ands takes the note cards out of his tux jacket and holds them as a reference, but he has these vows burned onto his memory. He could recite them in a tornado perfectly if he had to. Eric stares directly into Simon’s eyes and begins.

“Simon, I remember going into that bookstore that horrible Saturday, long ago. I had just gotten out of a fight and there you were, behind the counter, just drinking a coffee and reading a romance novel while I was bleeding… profusely.” he said with a smile. Simon blushed and some family members chuckled.

“You did a double take at me and then started freaking out.” more laughs, “I remember you forcing me into a chair and cleaning me up, taking care of me, reprimanding me, and telling me that it was my fault I was like that, not anyone else’s. That struck a chord in me and I asked you out right then and there. You made me want to turn my life around, give up all my destructive habits and live a better life so I could be with you for a long time. You’ve changed me for the better and I want you to know that these past seven years with you have been the best of my life. I want to be with you until the end of time. I love you with all my heart and I can’t imagine giving my heart to anyone else. I promise to be the best husband I can be and to never betray, dishonor, or give you any reason to doubt my love for you.”

Eric sees that Simon is crying silently and slowly at this point. Simon knows Eric isn’t usually this emotional, because that’s how Eric was programmed to be when he joined that gang when he was 15. Simon knows that Eric means every word of what he says, even if he doesn’t know how to show it at times.

“Simon?” the Judge whispers, not wanting to spoil the romantic mood.

Simon wipes his eyes and fetches his note cards. He looks down in shame. He thinks that what he has to say is so sappy and girly. Eric lifts Simon’s chin up, and smiles down at him, giving Simon courage to go on.

“Before I met you, Eric, I was a shy little bookworm with nothing but my little run-down bookstore/apartment on the corner of East 42nd street & Monterey Avenue. The only thing I knew of love was from those romance books I’ve read all my life.” Simon was so ashamed to admit this in front of so many people.

“When I did meet you, you forced me out of my shell, and showed me how to be outgoing, playful, and sure of myself. But most of all, you taught me how to love myself enough so that I could learn to fully love others as well… You in particular. I love you so much that it hurts when you’re away and… and,” Simon began to choke up, “and I was never sure if I was ever good enough for you. But when you asked me to marry you, I knew, that it was right to say yes, that I was finally good enough to be with you and that I… no, we deserved to be happy together forever. I want to be with you until the end of time. I love you with all my heart and I can’t imagine giving my heart to anyone else. I promise to be the best husband I can be and to never betray, dishonor, or give you any reason to doubt my love for you.”

Eric half smiles at the sight of Simon choking up and crying. He loves it when Simon gets worked up about such things.

“That was beautiful.” says the judge, “May we please have the rings?”

Stephen gives a ring to Simon and a ring to Eric. Eric takes Simon’s left hand and begins to slide the simple silver band onto his finger.

“With this ring, I promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect thee until the end of time.” The ring is fully on now. It fits Simon’s left ring finger perfectly. Simon started at it for a few seconds, admiring not only the sight of it, but of what it symbolized. Simon took Eric’s hand and repeats the motions and words he had been practicing in the mirror a thousand times to make sure he didn’t mess up.

“By the power invested in me, the state, and the love you two have for each other, I now pronounce you, husband and husband. You may now kiss and seal this marriage”

Eric grabs Simon’s shoulders and plants an open mouth kiss on him and Simon reciprocates. The audience bursts into applause, but the couple doesn’t hear it. Their world at this moment is their first kiss as a married couple. It is wonderful and causes Simon to go weak at the knees. They break apart.

“I love you Simon.” whispers Eric.

“ I love you too Eric.” Simon whispers back.

They link arms and walk down the aisle, being watched by their families and friends.

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It’s late now, Eric and Simon have finally made it to the cabin by the lake that they are going to spend their honeymoon at. Eric lights a fire in the fireplace in the bedroom, sits down on the large four poster bed, and undoes his bow tie. He takes off his jacket and throws it, along with the tie, onto a chair nearby. He stretches upward and flops backwards onto the huge soft bed. The bed sinks down underneath his weight. He can hear the shower begin. His husband had said earlier that he wanted to take a shower before beginning their wedding night.

Husband… Simon is now his husband. He can hardly believe that after 7 years of love, tears, hardships, rehab, fights, and strained trust, they were finally married. He brings up his left hand and stares up at the ring. This simple little band of silver shows the entire world his love and devotion to Simon. Eric smirks and thinks back on the reception.

It had been a wonderful reception in a large cabin on the mountain they had decided to get married on. You could see the January snow fall outside the full length windows. The both had wanted to get married in a snowy area because both absolutely loved the snow.

At the reception, both were coaxed to shove cake into each other’s faces and toasts were made congratulating the couple and wishing them a happy future. Tears kept showing up in someone’s eyes, and Eric just couldn’t stop smiling. When they had danced, they flowed across the dance floor. They had both always been great at dancing together, both ballroom style, and the grinding style that people at clubs call dancing.

The thought of grinding against Simon brings Eric back to the reality that he is on his wedding night. He can feel his cock begin to twitch in the anticipation of sleeping with Simon as a married couple. The shower had stopped a while ago, Eric hadn’t even noticed it. He sits up as the bathroom door connecting to the bedroom opens up. Eric lets out a low whistle as he sees his husband walk out with a cute little blush crossing his face.

Simon is wearing lingerie. Specifically white stockings with red trim, silk red thong panties, and a white and red corset that is altered to fit his flat chest and figure. Simon’s damp red hair finishes off the outfit, and Eric’s cock is raising in appreciation of the sight before him.

Eric could remember when he first cajoled Simon into trying on lingerie and to both their surprise, they both liked this kind of kink a lot. Simon loved the feeling of it on his body, and Eric loved to watch Simon in it.

As Eric gets up and walks towards his lover, Eric notices that he has a bottle of lube in his hands. He takes the lube and throws it on the bed. He crushes Simon’s form to him and claims his lips possessively. He snakes his tongue into Simon’s mouth and massages Simon’s tongue with his own. Simon moans and wraps his arms around Eric’s neck tightly, not wanting to let go. He knows he can just lose himself in Eric’s kisses and fully lets any rationality he has go, and just feels Eric and what he has to give.

Eric pulls back and picks up Simon bridal style, carrying him to the bed. Simon giggles as he is picked up, kicking his legs back and forth, making it harder for Eric.

“I can walk, you know.” Simon says even though he wasn’t fighting the hold Eric has on him, just trying to annoy him slightly.

“Oh yes, I know, but I want you to save your energy and be nice and perky for what I have in store for you.” Simon just giggles more and kisses Eric’s neck.

Eric dumps Simon onto the bed, making him bounce up and down a bit on it and stands at the edge of the bed. Eric stares down at Simon who stares straight back up at Eric. He crawls towards Eric and sits in front of him with his legs open so that Eric is standing directly between his legs.

“May I?” asks Simon.

“You know you can.” replies Eric.

Simon unbuttons the pants of Eric’s tux and pulls out the shirt. He opens the shirt and runs his hands over Eric’s broad and muscular chest. He traces over the intricate tattoos and licks at the smile of Eric’s hips not covered by the trousers. Eric moans and strokes Simon’s drying hair.

Simon looks up at Eric and unzips the trousers slowly. He then pulls them and Eric’s boxers down at the same time. He smiled as Eric’s dick bounces back up. It has a little drop of precum at the tip. Simon licks up this little drop and moans in happiness. He feels his own cock starting to leak and press up hard against the silk panties it is confined in. Simon swirls his tongue all around the head of his lover’s dick and sucks it in.

Eric throws his head back and sighs in the pleasure Simon is giving him. He always loves it when Simon gives him head. It is just so sexy to watch the little redhead bob his head up and down his shaft. The noises just drive Eric up the wall and, of course, Simon is amazing at it.

Simon starts taking more of the dick into his mouth and begins to move his head slowly up and down, sucking hard enough so that his cheeks are caved in. Simon is making wet noises as he moves up and down Eric’s cock, but they are drowned out by Eric’s low groans. He brings his right hand up to cup Eric’s balls and knead them slowly and softly, teasing Eric mercilessly.

Eric has a grip on Simon’s hair and is holding the hair tighter as the moments pass, trying to not lose control. He grits his teeth and hisses on a particularly hard suck and loud noise from Simon‘s mouth.

“Baby, stop… please stop.” Eric growls out, trying to catch his breath. He stands still for a moment with his eyes closed, trying to get a hold on his erection.

Simon pulls back and bites his lip as he watches Eric. He pushes Eric’s shirt off of him and helps him take off his shoes, socks, and bunched up trousers. He moves backwards on the bed and settles himself against the pillows. Eric then crawls towards him, and sits between Simon’s legs. They kiss passionately.

Eric reaches around and undoes the closure of the corset and pulls it off Simon. He throws it to the side and runs his right hand across Simon’s chest while still kissing him. Eric takes Simon’s left nipple into his hand and tweaks it lightly at first, causing a small moan to come out. He then pulls it to get a louder moan. Simon breaks the kiss needing a better air supply and lets out a long shaky groan. He wants it, he wants it so bad. Eric kisses Simon’s neck, leaving different sizes of hickeys all along his neck, shoulders, and especially on the bony collarbone Simon exposes when he tosses his head back.

Eric slides down his lover’s body, leaving a trail of licks, kisses, bites, and hickeys. He loves marking what is his. When he gets down to the red silk panties, he licks the little wet spot Simon’s cock has been making in it’s excitement. Simon moans and arches his back in need of more. Eric takes the edge of the panties between his teeth and carefully drags them down his husband’s long, slender, stocking-clad legs. He tosses them aside and runs his hands back up those sinfully beautiful legs. He will leave the stockings on, he loves seeing them on his lover. Makes it more naughty.

“Eric! Please… I need you.” Eric looks up and smirks at his love. He is so beautiful like this, wanton and needing the fulfillment only Eric can give him.

Eric turns Simon over onto his hands and knees and searches for the bottle he had tossed aside earlier. He locates it, uncaps it, and pours a generous amount onto Simon’s entrance. Simon hisses at the cool sensation of the lube on his body that feels like it is burning up, but begins moaning when Eric starts to use it to prepare Simon.

Eric goes through the well known motions of preparing his husband. One finger, then two, then three scissoring fingers while his other hand strokes the redhead’s skin between his balls and his entrance. Simon is already moaning loudly, eager to feel Eric inside him.

Eric quickly uses some more lube to coat his shaft. He lines up his cock with Simon’s entrance and slowly pushes forward, savoring the feel of his first time having sex as a married man. It feels different, more… complete. Eric lets out a bone deep groan as he slides all the way into Simon. Simon’s arms are shaking as he feels Eric’s shaft slide into him, brushing over all the little sensitive parts inside him. He lets out a higher pitched moan and drops his head down to the comforter, panting in pleasure.

Eric leans forward, touching his chest to Simon’s back and kisses the top of his head. Simon brings his head back up, turns his head to his left, and kisses Eric deeply.

“Oh, god it feels so good Eric, Your heart is beating so fast, I can feel it.”

“I can feel your heart too babe. God you feel good. I love you so damn much.”

“Nnng, move, damn you.”

Eric laughs, and brings his body back to an upright position. He grabs hold of Simon’s slim hips and slowly, so very slowly, slides out of that warm heaven until he was barely inside anymore, then he slams back in.

“Oh! Fuck!” Simon yelps as he drops his head back down onto the soft covers of the bed.

They find a rhythm together that know well. Their bodies are soon covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Eric reaches down and snaps the elastic band of Simon’s stockings. Simon squeaks and grips the comforter tighter. Eric rears back his hand and smacks his husband’s ass hard enough to leave a red print and to echo off the cabin walls.

“Oh… yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard Eric. I want it so bad! Oh god… yes! More! I want so much more.” Simon is moaning like a little whore and Eric loves it. It caused him to thrust faster and smack Simon’s ass again. He is fucking his husband like a jackhammer, never wanting to stop, but he knows that they have to switch positions, he wants to watch his little lover’s beautiful face. Eric pulls out of Simon.

“Wh… Why did you stop? Eric!”

Eric gets close to Simon and growls into his ear. “Because I want to watch you cum for the very first time as my husband.”

Simon’s current blush turns a deeper shade of red and spreads over more of his face. “Oh… o-o-okay”

Simon flips over awkwardly and wraps his long legs around Eric’s hips. Eric positions his cock back at Simon’s entrance. He slams back in and Simon moans an octave higher. Simon reaches up and grabs the headboard as he feels his husband pound his ass hard.

“Unh… fuck… oh god! Fuck me, fuck me Eric!” Simon whines as Eric continues to slam into him. The headboard is slamming into the wall behind it, leaving little divots in the wall. The bed frame feels like it is about to give out on them, creaking in protest at every thrust. Simon grabs his own cock with one hand and begins stroking himself in time with Eric’s frantic thrusts.

“Oh… god! You feel fucking… nng… amazing… Simon… Si… god!” Eric is growling out every moan, groan and word at this point. He revels in the feel of his husband’s ass tightly grabbing his cock. Eric can feel his orgasm beginning to creep up on him.

“Cum for me baby.” Eric groans out to Simon. “I want to watch you cum for me. Now… oh god….. Please, cum for me now!”

“Unnn, I’m cumming Eric!… For you! I’m cumming! Watch me!….. Oh god, yes! Ahhhhh! Eric!” Simon closes his eyes, arches his back and opens his mouth in an o and cums. His seed coats his hand and stomach. The sight of Simon sets off Eric.

“God! I love you Simon!” He shoots his seed into his husband’s contracting entrance. God it’s amazing.

He stays there momentarily, trying to remember who he is and what he’s doing. He slides his cock out of Simon and leans down to kiss him. He then falls to the side of Simon and just lay there for a moment or two.

Simon turns to face him and throws one leg across Eric’s legs and an arm across his chest. “We’re probably gonna break this bed by the end of the honeymoon Eric.” Eric chuckles at that.

“Yeah, probably….. But it’ll be worth it.”

“Definitely.”

“I love you my husband.”

“I love you too my husband.”

Breaking the bed was worth it, and Simon had the sore ass to prove it.

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-Jester