Brad’s Search : Part 45


I stir awake from the feeling of James caressing my chest. I turn my head to look in his direction.

He cracks a smile. “Good morning, cutie.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.”

“I’ll never get tired of saying it.” He brushes my cheek, then continues caressing my chest and plays with my nipple. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well, I guess, considering how exhausted we both were yesterday.” I open my mouth wide to let out a yawn.

“You look like you could use something to help wake you up.”

He suddenly slides his hand from my chest down to my morning wood and begins stroking me vigorously. I gasp from the sensation, but his hand feels amazing. I can sense myself very quickly getting close - not surprising, considering we haven’t messed around for a few nights. Right before I climax, James rolls over on his side and shoves his tongue down my throat, and we passionately kiss, which pushes me over the edge. After my own orgasm subsides, James lies flat and finishes himself off.

I turn to him. “When you said ‘something to help wake me up’, I wasn’t quite expecting that. I was imagining something more along the lines of coffee.”

He smiles at me. “Coffee certainly doesn’t have the same effect.”

“You’re right about that.”

We kiss again for a few seconds before heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. We get dressed and head out to the living area.

“Mornin’, sleepyheads,” Charles greets us as we make our appearance. It looks like we are the last ones to get up.

“Good morning,” James replies back.

Hadim is sitting at the counter. “We ordered some fresh fruit from room service and there’s coffee in the pot.”

Freddie remarks, “It’s all organic!”

“Grand!” I grab a few pieces of fruit and pour myself a cup of coffee - well, with the way I drink coffee, it’s more like a cup of milk with just a few drops of coffee and lots of sugar. James follows my lead and starts grabbing some fruit and a cup of coffee.

Patrick turns our way. “How’d you guys sleep?”

James answers him, “Very well, thank you. The bed is very comfortable.”

I nod in agreement. “This whole hotel is magnificent. Thank you so much for inviting James and me to stay with you guys.”

“No, thank you for being here with us. You guys are great company; we love having you around.”

Damon remarks, “Yes, but we need to get a move-on. Busy day ahead.”

* * * * *

After getting dressed, the seven of us pile into two cars and head to the church. We find parking spots and head inside.

A man and woman are standing near the altar, talking to a minister. They are all in their fifties, perhaps sixties. The woman frantically waves her arms around as she speaks. “Now, you will make sure to follow the exact order of events I’ve provided to you, yes?”

The minister looks timidly at the woman. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be sure to.” The minister glances our way, which prompts the couple to do the same. The woman raises her arms in the air, almost hitting the minister with her left hand. “Boys!” The three then begin making their way to us.

I whisper to James, “Who is that crazy woman?”

Patrick overhears me and answers, “That would be my mother.”

“Oh.” I feel my cheeks starting to burn. “Sorry.”

He chuckles. “Don’t be.”

The minister and Patrick’s parents reach us. His mom hugs Patrick and Damon and smothers them with kisses. “You boys look so handsome!”

“Er, thanks, Mom. What are you and Dad doing here so early?”

“I have to make sure everything will be perfect for tomorrow!” She pinches Patrick’s cheek. “Only the best for my wonderful son.”

“Thanks, Mom. I appreciate it. I want you to meet some of my friends. This is James, and this is his boyfriend, Brad. James and Brad, this is Olivia, my mother, and Troy, my father.”

James and I begin to reach out to shake Troy and Olivia’s hands, but they both open up their arms and hug us instead. “We’re pleased to meet you boys. Any friends of Patrick and Damon are family to us.”

Patrick looks at Damon. “Are your parents on the way?”

“Yep. They should be here in about 10 minutes or so.”

The minister speaks up. “Well, while we wait for them, is there anything else we need to go over for the ceremony, Mrs Johnson?”

“Oh yes, Minister! Now that I have the two future husbands here, we can find out how everyone should stand so that the light hits them in just the right way. Follow me, boys!”

Patrick and Damon walk behind Olivia, Troy, and the minister up to the altar. The rest of the guys and myself find seats near the front of the church and watch as Olivia positions everyone, even the minister, a few inches this way, and then a few inches that way, until everyone is exactly where she wants them. It’s hard for me to stifle my laughter, but I manage somehow.

We hear the doors at the back of the church open and see another man and woman enter. These must be Damon’s parents. They rush up to the front of the church, and the guys all stand up to greet them.

“We’re so sorry we’re late.”

Damon hugs and kisses his mother, then shakes hands with his father. “Nonsense. We only just got here a few minutes ago ourselves.”

Patrick greets Damon’s parents, as well. Damon then introduces James and me to his parents, Barry and Geraldine.

The minister speaks up. “Now that everyone is here, Patrick, Damon, are you ready to do the run-through?”

Patrick answers him, “Yes, Minister, I believe we are. Mom?”

“We’re following you!”

Patrick, Damon, Troy, Olivia, Barry, and Geraldine make their way to the back of the church. A few seconds later, an organ starts playing, and I just about jump out of my seat. I look back and notice an organist perched up on a balcony way in the back of the church. I didn’t know we’d be having organ music!

Troy and Olivia are the first ones to walk up the aisle. When they reach the front, they stand to the left of the altar. Barry and Geraldine follow and stand to the right of the altar once they make their way up. Everyone stands as Patrick and Damon walk up, and we all sit as they meet the minister at the front and the organ music comes to an end.

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of Patrick Johnson and Damon Brown in holy matrimony. Marriage is the utmost and deepest commitment two people can make to one another. Patrick and Damon have decided to be united in that commitment together, and have chosen to do so in the eyes of their families, friends, and God.” He then looks at Patrick. “Do you have your vows ready?”

“Yes.” Patrick then looks straight into Damon’s eyes and takes his hands. “My dearest Damon, there is no one else in this wide, wide world who I would want to marry more than you. You have been by my side through my happiest moment and my darkest hour. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know where I’d be today. I probably wouldn’t be here at all. You have given me so much, without asking for anything in return. But I am ready to give my life, my love, myself, my everything to you.”

“Patrick, I have never felt closer to anyone else than I have to you. You have taught me so many things about myself, and you bring out the best in me. You showed me that I can love and care for someone else when he needs it most, to put someone else’s needs above mine, and that I’m strong enough to stay by your side in the best times and the worst times. My greatest wish is to experience all that life has to offer with you by my side.”

The minister speaks up, “And now for the rings.”

James rests his hand on my thigh. I take his hand in mine.

Patrick pretends to slip a ring on Damon’s hand. “Damon, I give this ring to you as a symbol of my love and devotion. I ask that you wear it in remembrance of this day, our life before, and the many years to come.”

The minister looks at Damon. “Damon, do you take Patrick to be your lawfully-wedded husband, to love and honor him in everything he does, to be honest with him, faithful to him, and to remain by his side, until death do you part?”

“I do.” Damon then slips an imaginary ring onto Patrick’s hand. “Patrick, I give this ring to you as a reminder of my undying support and love for you. As you wear it, always know that I will continue to love and support you, no matter the circumstances.”

“Patrick, do you take Damon to be your lawfully-wedded husband, to love and honor him in everything he does, to be honest with him, faithful to him, and to remain by his side, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“By the power and authority vested in me by your friends, family, all those who support you, and God, I now pronounce you husband and husband. I invite you to kiss each other and take your first steps as a loving, devoted, and married couple.”

As Patrick and Damon embrace each other and kiss, the organist starts playing again, and we all stand and applaud. Patrick and Damon hold hands as they walk to the back of the church, followed by Barry and Geraldine, then Troy and Olivia, and finally the minister.

As the organ music dies down, I turn to James. “Wow, those vows! They must really love each other.”

He chuckles. “They fucking better - they’re getting married tomorrow!”

* * * * *

We say our goodbyes to Troy, Olivia, Barry, and Geraldine after a very filling and enjoyable rehearsal dinner, and the seven of us head back to the hotel. James and I go to our bedroom to change out of our suits.

James walks up to me and starts undoing my tie. “You know, Brad, you look absolutely fucking handsome in a suit.”

“I’m glad you think so, because these shoes hurt. It’s almost like wearing high heels.”

He laughs. “You’ve worn high heels?”

“I don’t make a habit out of it, but I have been known to be in a drag show or two.”

“Won any awards?”

“I’m undefeated.”

“Well, then, I hope you can stand to wear the suit at least one more day.”

I smile at him. “I think I can manage.”

“Good. Now let’s get you out of the rest of these clothes.” He continues to undo my shirt, and then my pants.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Brad, what is it?”

“Patrick and Damon’s vows to each other seemed really deep and profound. Why? What caused them to be so devoted to one another?”

“Umm...” James pauses, and then takes a deep breath. “That’s probably something you should ask them.”

“Oh, I hardly know them. I’d feel uncomfortable bringing it up.”

“Well, let’s go out there and I’ll bring it up, and they can fill you in on everything.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, and if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll make you a lemon drop.”

I give him a kiss. “How can I say no to that?”

He winks at me. “You can’t.”

We continue taking off our suits, get dressed in regular clothes, and join the rest of the guys outside. James mixes up a lemon drop and hands it to me, then sits next to me on the couch.