iDo

by Willa Okati

  "The tiny blond with the gefilte fish casserole?"

  Guy blinks. "Is that what it was?"

  Cameron wrinkles his nose. "Sure smelled like it."

  They both pause for a brief moment of "ecch."

  Guy gets back on track first and goes with his gut, surging up to grab Cameron by the nape of the neck and haul the man down. Their teeth clack for an embarrassing moment before Guy stubbornly persists, plunging into Cameron’s mouth, thrusting his tongue past Cameron's teeth and along Cameron's tongue. Cameron's still only briefly before he groans, the noise thrumming in his chest, and grabs Guy's ass, jerking their bodies together. Encouraged, Guy shoves his fingers through Cameron's hair and hangs on, refusing to let him back away.

  When they have to break for air -- no way Guy was going to let go until his occupied lips started to tingle from lack of oxygen -- Cameron looks stunned, mussed, turned on, and hotter than Hades. "What was that about?" he asks sluggishly, flexing his fingers on Guy's glutes. "You know what? I don't care. Gimme more."

  Guy shoves his hand between their tightly-pressed bodies and pokes Cameron's kiss-swollen lip to shut him up. "That," he says in an intense whisper, "was because I love you. Okay? The wedding can go to hell and take the tuxes, the cake, the damn invitations and Leslie with it for good measure."

  Cameron blinks at Guy three times before comprehension dawns, lighting him up from the inside. "I thought you wanted this more than --"

  Guy kisses him again, hard and fast. "I do. But not like this. Not with all this stress and hassle." He pauses, hoping with every ounce of his soul that Cameron will say yes. "What do you say we run away together?"

  "As in, elope? No wedding?" Cameron asks, giddy. "Promise me?"

  The double doors of the motel burst open, expelling a high-speed blond with a cop and a DJ following fast behind him. It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but it's the best thing Guy's seen in weeks besides the glowing dawn of Cameron's returning happiness.

  Tony screeches to a stop and takes both Guy and Cameron by the arm, gaping from one to the other. "No wedding?"

  "No," Guy answers in unison with Cameron. "Hell, no," Guy adds for extra emphasis. "Weddings, bad. Vegas chapels, good."

  Tony flashes them a dazzling grin. "Awesome!"

  "Tony has issues with weddings," Clay explains. "Usually. Ask his husband sometime."

  Guy blinks, then gapes at Tony. "You have a husband?"

  Tony preens. "I do."

  "Did you have a ceremony?" Cameron asks, his bafflement at excitable Tony's surviving a wedding without going nuclear written as clearly as day across his face.

  "Explanations later," Guy interrupts. It's not quite the same as lightning striking for a fourth time, but a light bulb has crackled to bright life above his head and he knows, this time, that it's the right thing to do. "Cameron?"

  Cameron holds Guy a little tighter, the elephant mildly freaked out by Tony, the mouse that roars. "Yeah?"

  "Look at me, would you?" Cameron looks, perplexed. Guy takes a deep breath before plowing forward. "Do you take me to have and to hold?"

  Comprehension dawns on Cameron. "You're not serious."

  "Seth, did you find what I asked you to look for?"

  Seth smirks, digs into the pocket of his uniform, and pulls out a tiny, velvet bag. He tosses it at Guy, who worms free enough of Cameron in time to snag it out of mid-air. "In the cookie jar, like you guessed."

  "Hey." Cameron's crestfallen.

  Guy kisses the man, mostly because he can, working open the drawstrings on the bag at the same time. "It's not a wedding yet," he explains as he fumbles out one ring and poises it over Cameron's finger. "It's a promise made in front of friends. And permission to kick my ass for being an idiot comes free with purchase."

  Cameron snorts. "Don't think I won't take you up on that." He brushes Guy's cheek. "Promise I'll be gentle, though."

  Guy waits for Cameron to settle before sliding the ring on his finger down to the first knuckle. "Once more from the top. Do you take me to have and to hold and to smack around when I'm being an ass?"

  Cameron's still emitting half-chuckles, his eyes teary from laughter, when he kisses the top of Guy's head. "I think I might have to, yeah."

  Tony cheers. Guy slides the ring home on Cameron's finger. It looks good there.

  Guy doesn't expect Cameron to start improvising, but he does, snagging the tiny bag with its remaining ring and tipping the silver band out on his palm. "What about you? Do you take me as I am?"

  "That's the only way I want you -- mmph!"

  Cameron releases Guy only after a perfect sixty seconds of ravaging his mouth. Hands shaking slightly, he fumbles Guy's ring on Guy's finger. "Okay, then. We can still do Vegas, or San Francisco, maybe, but as far as I'm concerned this is it, right here. This is real."

  "Agreed." Guy gazes at his man, his not-husband wearing his not-wedding-ring, and can't hold back his exultation. "Let's get out of town."

  Cameron leans in to brush noses with Guy. "God, yes. Please?" He releases one of Guy's ass cheeks to reach into his pocket, going for Guy's keys. "Nevada or California or bust?"

  "Vegas first. I want to pose with Elvis. Hold up a second, though." Guy catches Cameron by the wrist. "There's one more thing I have to do first." He twists his neck at an awkward angle to catch Clay's attention. "Did you find it?"

  "You know I did." Clay opens his large hand to reveal a small, clear, plastic box and walks to Guy rather than throwing what he's got. Guy doesn't have a hand to spare, so he opens his mouth for Clay to push it between his teeth.

  Though small in size, the box between his teeth stretches Guy's jaw uncomfortably wide, and he's extra-garbled when he faces Cameron with his prize and says, "Ess ess fa oo. 'Eddin essen."

  "Did you just say it's a 'wedding present'?" Cameron asks, perplexed.

  Guy's started drooling down his chin, unable to swallow around the box. "Ess! 'Ake ih!"

  "I'd do what the man says," Clay advises. "Trust me, you don't want to get that wet."

  Frowning, Cameron releases Guy's other ass cheek to carefully retrieve the box from between Guy's teeth. He wipes it on his shirt before lifting it to examine the contents.

  He hisses between his teeth, round-eyed with shock. "You're kidding me," he breathes. "Is this --"

  Guy's so light with happiness he thinks he might float clear off the ground. "Yeah. Brand new MP3 player. Every bell and whistle known to man, and it's a phone, too. Your name and mine are engraved on the back." He's waited for this moment, and it's no less sweet for the planned circumstances changing. "Cameron?" He beams at his man. "iDo."

  Guy doesn't even mind the public display of Cameron's greater strength when Cameron whoops to the skies, takes the MP3 player case between his own teeth, and grabs Guy by the waist, whirling him around.

  "Well?" Tony demands before Guy's feet have even touched the ground again. "What are you waiting for, engraved invitations? Vegas waits for no man. Go, go, go, go, go!"

  "If you're planning on speeding -- carefully --" Clay suggests.

  Seth rolls his eyes. "Don't even start."

  Cameron sets Guy down, steadies him, and takes him by the hand. Their rings clink together as Cameron lifts Guy's hand to his mouth and kisses the knuckles. "Let's get out of here?"

  "You read my mind." Guy scruffs Cameron's neck. "Run for the car!"

  Cameron beats him there, so he's the one who gets to drive away from their motel, burning rubber in a festively stinky cloud. Guy leans his head out the window, caroling a holler of glee. Now, this? This is a lot more like it!

  Bye, Carrie! Bye, Heidi! Bye, Leslie, you incandescent bitch! Guy exults. Nadia, you're gonna love this when you find out.

  They've got nothing to worry about. Tony, ecstatic at the chance to meddle, er, help, has promised to take care of everything from properly storing the refurbished tuxes to distributing the wedding cake at a shelter and confronting the few who did know about the ceremony with chir
py bonhomie and great big Seth with his great big cop uniform hovering behind him. The road to California is open before Guy and Cameron, and for the first time in two weeks he's honestly, truly happy to be doing this with Cameron.

  "Hey," Guy says, nudging Cameron in the ribs. "Guess what?"

  Cameron shifts gears, glancing warily at Guy. "I'm afraid to ask."

  "Don’t be." Guy changes position as best he can and leans toward Cameron, nuzzling along his thigh up to his groin.

  Cameron groans, fingers sinking through Guy's hair. "Are you doing what I think you're…"

  "Mmm-hmm." Guy catches the waist of Cameron's board shorts in his teeth and drags the fabric down until Cameron's already-hard cock is freed, musky scent in his nose and hard flesh prodding his lips. "I don't know about you, but I'm on my honeymoon."

  Cameron's shout is sweet, sweet music to Guy's ears as he sinks the tight seal of his lips down Cameron's erect shaft, not stopping until Cameron's cock bumps the back of his throat, and then swallowing.

  He reaches for the radio with the hand not occupied in holding Cameron down. Sometimes when you lose, you win.

  At least I know iDo.

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