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What Happens In Vegas…
The charity I’ve chosen is the Trevor Project. Near and dear to me, it’s dedicated to crisis intervention and suicide prevention for LGBTQ youth. I’ve lost friends to suicide, one for his orientation, and I wish something like the Trevor Project had been around when they’d been struggling.
For more about The Trevor Project, visit: http://www.thetrevorproject.org/
Dylan yawned then settled back into his pillow, loathe to get up. He didn’t want to let the dream go just yet, wanted to hold onto it for a little longer. Even though it was probably the most un-sexy dream he’d ever had, he would definitely have to rate it close to the top, maybe even the top of his all-time best dreams.
But despite his best efforts, the dream slipped away and he realized it was time to face the real world. With a sigh, he opened his eyes.
What greeted him, however, was not what he’d expected. He didn’t remember being able to see the Eiffel Tower from his hotel room. Since he was sure he hadn’t suddenly flown to France—he didn’t have a passport, so he couldn’t have—that meant he was in… the Bellagio? That didn’t make a damned bit of sense to him because he’d been staying at the Luxor. How did he end up at the Bellagio?
He blinked at the room for another moment, at the blue and grey patterned carpet and the abstract art on the wall and couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out why he’d be there. Unless…
Unless his dream… hadn’t been a dream.
Which meant he wasn’t alone.
Oh God, what did I do?
Bracing himself for his bed partner to freak out, Dylan rolled over. But he didn’t get a freak out. What greeted him instead was a set of beautiful blue eyes, even messier than usual curly blond hair, and a huge dimpled grin.
“So it wasn’t a dream, then,” Alec said.
Dylan was trying not to freak out himself, so the words didn’t register right away. He was lying in bed with the man he’d been secretly in love with for more than ten years. If his dream really was real and not a dream, that meant he was also married to said man.
That’s when Alec’s words sank in. “Dream? You… you thought it was a dream?”
Alec’s grin only got a little wider. “Well, I was afraid it was, but I’m really glad it’s not. Since it isn’t, though… why are you over there? I thought newlywed husbands were supposed to wake up in each other’s arms.”
Dylan blinked at that. “I… don’t know. I’ve never been a newlywed before.”
“That makes me even luckier. I’m guessing you don’t remember much about last night?”
Dylan’s cheeks heated. “Not everything. I don’t… I don’t remember getting here. Did we… uh…”
“Make love? No.” Alec shook his head, blond curls flying. “You were already passing out when we were in the elevator. I did get you undressed down to your boxers, but you fell asleep before I even got the covers over you.”
“Oh.” Dylan couldn’t decide if he was happy about that or disappointed. On one hand, if he was going to have sex with the man of his dreams—literally, he’d been dreaming about Alec for longer than he’d been in love with the man—then he wanted to remember it. On the other hand, if Alec started having second thoughts—and who wouldn’t, waking up in Vegas after a spur-of-the-moment wedding?—he wanted at least to have one night in the man’s arms and bed before Alec changed his mind.
“You are too far away,” Alec decided and reached out, then wrapped an arm around Dylan’s waist and pulled him in.
Dylan’s eyes widened. “Uh, you’re… are you okay with this?” Obviously, Alec was okay with the physical aspect of things, based on what Dylan was feeling against his own hard cock.
Alec chuckled. “I should hope so. I’m the one that proposed, remember?”
Dylan scrunched up his forehead as he poked his memory. He couldn’t remember exactly who suggested it. At the moment, it was mostly a blur. There was the surprise of seeing and talking to his high school crush at a city some two thousand miles away from the small town they both called home. Then there’d been alcohol—lots of alcohol—quite a bit of dancing, a seriously scorching kiss on the dance floor, then a mad dash to the county marriage bureau to get there before they closed at midnight. He did remember most of the ceremony that followed, thankfully, though it’d been a very simple one. But no matter how much he dug, he couldn’t remember which one of them actually proposed or when. He frowned and looked up at Alec. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sure it’ll come back eventually. What matters is you said yes.” Alec soothed his thumb over the crease in Dylan’s forehead then lifted his left hand and kissed the ring on it.
Dylan stared at it for a long moment, and the memory of picking it out shook off the dust and surfaced. They’d actually gone to something like three stores before Alec had found something he’d been happy with. At the first store, Dylan remembered the sales lady giving them a look when she found out what they’d been there for. They’d gone into Cartier next, but didn’t like any of the styles and finally ended up at a place called “Hearts On Fire” in Caesar’s Palace, where they’d picked out titanium bands with a small diamond and a twisted cable in the center. Alec had suggested it because he’d known Dylan had a thing for texture and touch. That had decided it then and there. Dylan hadn’t known Alec knew him that well.
Dylan had insisted on buying Alec’s ring and vice versa. Rings in hand, they’d grabbed a cab and headed to the marriage bureau.
“We, uh, we have a lot to talk about,” Dylan heard himself say.
Alec laughed. “Yes, I guess we do. However… I have my sexy, mostly-naked brand-new husband in my arms. I think we can talk later, don’t you?”
Dylan nodded. “Yeah. Uh—” That was all he got out before Alec’s lips were on his. He opened his mouth when he felt the tongue against his lips and moaned at the taste, even with morning breath. He pushed his hand through the blond curls and let the worry about what would happen when they were both thinking clearly fade away. He savored the feel of the silky locks between his fingers as he got completely lost in the kiss.
He rocked unconsciously into Alec, gasping as their hard cocks brushed through the thin fabric of boxers. Alec’s arm slid down until his hand cupped Dylan’s ass and Dylan groaned into the kiss. It wasn’t enough, though, he wanted—needed—to feel more. He let go of Alec’s hair reluctantly and scrambled for the waistband of Alec’s boxers.
Alec broke the kiss, grinning again. “Anxious, baby?”
“Want to feel you,” Dylan murmured, cheeks coloring.
“Hey, hey, I like it, I promise,” Alec soothed, kissing Dylan’s red cheeks.
Within seconds, both pairs had been dispatched and Dylan thrilled in the feel of skin against skin. He ran his hand all over Alec’s back, mapping the lean muscles and soft skin. At the same time, Alec seemed to be acquainting himself with Dylan’s body in the same way and the sensations of those hands running over him brought new sounds from Dylan.
He actually whimpered when Alec broke the kiss again. “I want to taste more of you,” he said, kissing Dylan’s nose, then cheeks and finally chin. He made a trail of them over Dylan’s neck, then down his chest accompanied by a nearly-unbroken string of moans and gasps. He paused to tease Dylan’s nipples until they’d hardened, flashing another grin at the groan it brought. Then he moved on, following the treasure trail down, but instead of going to Dylan’s cock, he kissed each hip, spots on Dylan’s stomach, anywhere but his cock. It wasn’t until Dylan let out a full whine that Alec moved.
At first, he thought Alec was going to back move back up, lay on top of him. Instead, he slid down to hover over Dylan’s incredibly hard cock. Dylan stared, precum spurting, cock jumping his arousal making him nuts. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so aroused.
But he was in bed with Alec, had Alec’s hands and mouth on him. And on top of that, it’d been ages since he’d done anything with anyone. Their tiny town wasn’t exactly a hotbed of gay activity and Dylan had been too focused on his work to venture farther. Sure, there were places for cruising, but quick hook-ups had never really been Dylan’s thing. Maybe because he’d been pining for someone else.
“A-Alec? Wh—…ohfuckyes,” he groaned when Alec swallowed him in one move. He didn’t know if Alec was just that talented or if it was because it was Alec’s mouth on him, but Dylan had never felt anything like that before. His hands went to the soft blond curls, needing the connection, to do something.
Alec pulled off and grinned. “I wanted to know what my new husband tasted like.”
Dylan blinked, panting as he tried to gather his scattered wits. “And?”
The grin widened. “Dick, duh,” he said, then winked.
Dylan laughed, which turned into a choking cough when Alec swallowed him again. He teased the length with his tongue as he slowly pulled off and Dylan was wondering if he was going to go completely insane. “Oh fuck, Alec….” he moaned.
Alec didn’t waste time replying. Instead he seemed wholly focused on sucking any of Dylan’s remaining wits out through his dick. And he was succeeding.
What was surely only a few minutes later, however, Dylan knew if he didn’t do something, things would end really damned quick. “Alec…” he started as his balls drew up. “Alec, please…”
Alec finally pulled off and looked up, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong?”
“I was about to go off!”
Alec simply grinned at that. “Why is that bad?”
Dylan blushed, but still managed to say, “I was hoping I wouldn’t until… until you were inside me.”
“Oh,” Alec whispered, his breathing speeding up. He moved up over Dylan, leaning down and catching his lips in a hard kiss, full of tongue and teeth and need. Dylan’s already tenuous control wavered further at the heat in the kiss, what he felt from Alec. Before he could embarrass himself and come from a kiss, however, Alec pulled back.
He dove for the bedside table and Dylan’s cock twitched at the brand new big bottle of lube and unopened condom box. Alec glanced up as he fought with the box. “I bought them last night, after you were asleep.” His grin returned. “Hoping you’d want to use them.”
Dylan nodded enthusiastically.
“Good,” Alec said, then sobered briefly. “I’m hoping you’ll want to go get tested, though. I’d love to feel you without them.”
Dylan’s heart thudded and he suddenly had a hard time breathing. There was no way to mistake that but that Alec wanted things to continue, at least. He struggled with his emotions and finally could speak again. “I’d like that.”
Alec let out a breath, then tore open the box and yanked a condom off the strip, tossing it down next to the bottle. He leaned in and gave Dylan another hard kiss before snatching up the bottle. “Do you want to roll over?”
Dylan shook his head. “I want to see you.” He took a breath. “But it’s been a really long time, so, uh, you’ll have to prep me.”
The dimples reappeared with the smile that came back. “I’m sorry you’ll hurt but not sorry one bit you don’t have a boyfriend.”
Dylan actually grinned at that. “Well, that would be awkward, wouldn’t it? ‘Hello, I’m home, sorry we have to break up, this is my husband.’ Yeah, just a little awkward.”
That brought a laugh from Alec as he poured the lube out. He coated a finger and Dylan lifted his legs to give his husband—husband!—better access. Alec was thorough, maybe even more than Dylan needed, but he couldn’t complain because Alec was not a tiny man. Watching him roll the condom on made Dylan’s asshole clench a little and his cock jumped. He was in no way any sort of queen, size or otherwise, but he couldn’t be even remotely disappointed in the equipment his husband had.
Then Alec was in position, his cock nudging Dylan’s hole and Dylan couldn’t think about anything else. Alec eased in slowly and Dylan forced himself to relax to take Alec in. Finally, the head popped through the ring and Dylan felt like he could breathe.
He looked up and swallowed at the expression on Alec’s face. “What’s going on behind those beautiful brown eyes of yours, baby?” Alec whispered.
Dylan shook his head. There was no way he could explain the mess his mind was in. He needed to give Alec something, though, and said, “Just… overwhelmed. In a good way.”
That made Alec smile and he kissed Dylan softly before he went back to filling Dylan slowly. Dylan gripped Alec’s arms, lifted his legs and worked to relax to take all of Alec. Finally, his balls touched Dylan’s ass. “God, you’re tight, baby. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Dylan rasped. “Really,” he said at the unconvinced look on Alec’s face. “Just… really full. You’re fucking huge,” he blurted, making Alec laugh.
“Never been called that before. Glad my husband approves of my dick.”
Dylan couldn’t stop the laugh at that. “Definitely. I might complain though, if you don’t start moving.”
“Yes, Sir,” Alec said with a chuckle and pulled out slowly. He kept it to that pace, more a tease than anything else they’d done so far. “Not even close to what I imagined,” Alec whispered, nuzzling Dylan’s ear.
“You… imagined?” Dylan asked.
“Oh yeah. I imagined what it would be like to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. And I didn’t even get close,” Alec murmured.
“I thought… I th—oh!” Dylan gave up trying to speak when Alec shifted and hit Dylan’s prostate. He held Alec tighter, wrapping his legs around his husband’s waist and burying his face in Alec’s neck. He took a deep breath, saturating himself in Alec’s scent then let go, bracing himself on the wall and rocking to meet Alec’s thrust.
“Yes,” Alec moaned, eyes sliding closed. He started moving faster and Dylan knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer. He left his dick alone, though, determined to see Alec go first. He flexed his muscles, met the thrusts, did everything he could to help Alec along.
Apparently it worked. “Oh God, Dyl—fuck, I’m close.” Alec shifted his weight then to one hand and wrapped the other around Dylan’s cock. “Come with me, baby…”
Dylan couldn’t have held back, anyway. His balls drew up again and he could do nothing but shout Alec’s name as his orgasm hit. He kept his gazed fixed to Alec, though, and the vision of the man coming fueled his own pleasure, making the climax stretch out. It was so hard, he was sure he was going to explode as he shot his cum all over his chest and Alec’s hand.
Alec slumped down, though still held himself up. Dylan wrapped his arms around Alec and tugged until Alec rested his weight on Dylan. “I’m heavy.”
“I want you here.” Dylan ran his hands over Alec’s back, trying to gather his scattered brain cells.
When Alec finally looked up, Dylan didn’t like the expression on Alec’s face. He couldn’t put a name to it, and that only made things worse. But he didn’t speak, at first, simply leaned in for another kiss, which Dylan didn’t hesitate to return.
Was this it? Was this all he was going to get of Alec? Was Alec changing his mind?
Alec broke the kiss and dropped a light one on Dylan’s forehead. “This can’t be comfortable for you. How about we clean up then maybe order breakfast?”
Dylan nodded, not sure how to react. “That… that sounds good.”
Alec took care of the condom as soon as they got into the bathroom. He leaned into the shower and turned on the water, then looked over his shoulder. “How hot?”
“I’m not particular, really, though mine tend to run on the, uh, blistering side.”
Alec laughed at that, turned the knobs, then stepped back, holding a hand out. Once they were wet, Alec leaned in to him, nuzzling him again. “I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you,” he murmured.
“Oh?” Dylan asked. He tugged on the blonde hair. “Why do you need to?”
“Well,” Alec said and Dylan liked the twinkle in the blue eyes. “I mean, we’ll have to go to work eventually, you know.”
Dylan laughed. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Yes, I guess so. Can’t live without that work thing.”
“Exactly,” Alec said on a rather forlorn sigh, making Dylan feel ridiculously good. Dylan tugged Alec’s face down—since Alec had about eight inches in height on him—and managed to initiate a kiss. Before they could get lost in it, however, Dylan’s stomach growled. Alec pulled back. “Well, I guess that decides that. No shower sex… yet.”
Dylan shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”
“Hey, what kind of husband would I be if I let you starve and instead worried about sex?”
“A horny one?” Dylan asked before he could stop himself.
Alec threw his head back and laughed. “Indeed. But… as a doctor, I feel I should pay more attention to your health.”
“You’re an obstetrics doctor, Alec.”
“I’m still a doctor,” Alec pointed out. “Still learned all about the digestive system.” He nodded seriously. “Besides, as your husband, it’s my duty to look out for you.”
“You like saying that, don’t you?” Dylan asked in amusement, as he turned around when Alec motioned for him to.
“Calling myself your husband? Calling you mine?” Alec asked in Dylan’s ear, sending a delicious thrill down his spine.
“Yes,” Dylan said and if it was a little breathless, he couldn’t help it.
“Dylan…” Alec began as he ran a washcloth over Dylan’s back. “I never really thought I’d get to do that—call you my, well, my anything. So to be able to call you my husband, yeah, I like the sound of it.”
“You… you never really thought? Does that mean you thought about it? Me?”
Alec nudged him to turn around and when Dylan did and looked up, he was surprised by the intense look on Alec’s face. “Dylan, I’ve thought about—wanted—you since high school.”
Dylan’s mouth fell open and he stared in shock for the longest time. “You… you… but… you…”
Alec chuckled. “Why is this such a shock, baby?”
“I didn’t really think you knew I existed,” Dylan whispered, taking the washcloth from Alec and nudging him against the wall. “Not like that, anyway.”
“Are you telling me you thought about me like that?” Alec asked.
Dylan looked up briefly to meet Alec’s eyes. “Yes. I’ve…” He swallowed, but it was now or never. If Alec didn’t want this, he wouldn’t still be there. Dylan repeated that in his head a few times before answering—while speaking to Alec’s chest. “Alec, I’ve been in love with you for years.”
There was one too many beats of silence and Dylan was sure he’d just ruined everything, that a confession of love was enough to send Alec running. He held his breath and started to look up when he was grabbed up in Alec’s arms and his husband gave a shout of “Yes!”
Dylan stared in bemusement at Alec’s grinning face. “What… you… you’re… oh fuck, I give up.” He dropped his head onto Alec’s shoulder but Alec lowered him back to the floor.
Tilting Dylan’s face up, Alec brushed a thumb over one cheek. “I’ve loved you probably since high school. I thought…” He sighed. “I thought you were straight. I mean… my gaydar kept pinging around you, but then I’d see you dating all these girls, so I figured it was off or something.”
Dylan groaned and dropped his head, resting his forehead on Alec’s chest. “I’m bi, Alec. I was still in the closet back then.”
Dylan looked up and blinked at the tone of voice. Alec sounded… relieved? “Yeah. Bi. I stuck with girls in high school so my parents didn’t know. What… why?”
“Because I was a little afraid this was some kind of… experiment or something.”
“I’m a little old to be experimenting with my sexuality, aren’t I?” Dylan asked, chuckling. “No. I’m bi. I love you, I’ve loved you for what feels like forever. I just didn’t think you liked me like that.”
Alec sighed, wrapping his arms around Dylan. “All that time, we wasted. Well, we’ll make up for it.” He dropped a soft kiss on Dylan’s lips. “All our lives, in fact.”
“So… you want to stay married?” Dylan asked, lifting his hand to look at his ring again.
“Hell yes,” Alec said, grinning. “I guess we’ve got things to figure out, but… we already love each other, so… isn’t that the biggest hurdle?”
“I don’t know about that,” Dylan muttered. “Wasn’t enough for my parents.”
Alec shook his head. “We’ll make it work. We’ve loved each other this long, I’m sure it’s gonna last.”
Dylan tilted his head. “You seem awfully determined.”
Dylan smiled. “Then so am I, my husband.” He took a deep breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Dylan.” Alec leaned in and kissed him, but it was cut short when Dylan’s stomach growled again. “We’ll figure it all out. As soon as I get some food into you.”
About the Author
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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