When Dante finally released me, Christopher grabbed me in a hug. “Congratulations, Charlie,” he said, and kissed my cheek. I was dragged to my feet then and passed around in an onslaught of hugs and kisses and back-slaps. Nana finally caught my hand and pulled me down into a big hug, and said, “You were already a part of the family, Charlie. This just makes it official.” She kept hold of my hand as she turned to Dante and said, “So, is a gay homosexual wedding the same as a straight one? Is one of you wearing white? Do we do a bridal shower, or is that insulting? I’ll call tomorrow and reserve the Mark Hopkins for New Year’s Eve. That’s a nice time for a wedding, don’t you think?”
“That’s in just a few weeks, Nana,” Dante said, coming up to us and slipping his arm around my waist. “We need more time to plan.”
“Like hell you do. What do you want, to wait until I’m dead and then get married? Fuck that. You can get married on New Year’s. I’ll take care of everything, and it’ll be perfectly romantic, you’ll see.” She craned her neck and called, “Christopher Robin, where are you? Come here, son.”
He wove his way through the crowd, and she took his hand. “So this little cupcake is going to be, what, the best man? Is there still a best man in a gay wedding? Well, sure, why wouldn’t there be?” she said, answering her own question. “And of course that’s you.”
“I…I really don’t know,” Christopher said.
“Oh that’s definitely you,” I told him with a big smile. “Though I guess I should ask you officially. Christopher Robin, will you be my best man?”
He grinned shyly and said, “Sure. Thanks for asking me.”
And then Nana barreled ahead with, “So, Christopher Robin, I’m going to need your help. I need your artistic eye with this whole event, to make sure it’s perfect for my favorite grandson.” She caught Mikey’s eye and yelled, “That’s right, he’s my favorite! So what? You’re my second favorite. Deal with it!”
A couple hours later, Dante took my hand and pulled me into a second floor bedroom, then pinned me to the wall and kissed me. “Hi,” he said with a grin when we finally came up for air.
“Hi.” I beamed at him.
“We’re getting married,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine.
“Mmhmm. Really soon apparently.”
“I can try to talk Nana out of New Year’s if you want. I know that gives us very little time to plan.”
“No, let her have her fun. I can’t wait to be your husband, so the sooner the better as far as I’m concerned.”
He kissed me again before asking, “Did you totally hate the fact that I asked you to marry me in front of my whole family? I know PDA isn’t your favorite thing, and maybe I shouldn’t have—”
I cut him off with a kiss and said, “It was wonderful. I can’t believe you went down on one knee and everything.”
He smiled at me. “I wanted to do it right. I’m only getting married once, after all, so no cutting corners.” He took my hand, led me to the little twin bed and pulled me onto his lap, and kissed me tenderly.
And then I asked him, looking around the little bedroom, “Where exactly have you brought me?”
“My room. I mean, the room I lived in as a kid. I moved in with Nana when I was seven, after….”
I cupped his cheek and nodded in understanding. And then I lightened the mood by saying, “So, you snuck your boyfriend into your bedroom under the nose of your grandmother. Shame on you.”
“My fiancé,” he corrected.
I smiled widely and said, “Yes. Your fiancé. We’d better say that a whole bunch in the next few weeks, because this is going to be one short engagement.”
“You know, while you were nursing me back to health, I promised to take you somewhere warm and tropical. Fiji, I think I said. Would you like to make that our honeymoon destination?”
“I’m fine with anything, just as long as it’s somewhere really, really private. I want to spend the entire honeymoon tied to our bed with your cock buried in my ass.”
He grinned and shook his head. “My insatiable little angel.” We’d had many intense, wonderful, mind-blowing encounters since that first one. Every time our roommate left the apartment, I dragged Dante to the bedroom or got dragged there in turn. The thought of a private location where we could be alone and fuck like bunnies made my cock hard.
Dante noticed this right away, and grinned wickedly. And then he set me on the mattress and dropped to his knees between my legs, and tugged down the zipper of my khakis. “Oh my God! Dante, what are you doing?” I asked as he pulled my boxer briefs out of the way. “Your entire family’s downstairs! We can’t!” I bit back a moan as his warm, wet mouth surrounded my cock. He sucked me urgently, his dark eyes locked with mine. I pressed a hand to my mouth to stop myself from crying out as I came violently minutes later, reflexively thrusting up off the bed as he swallowed my load.