The minister was a pleasant middle-aged Englishwoman wearing white robes and a gold sash. She directed them to their places beneath the trellis, then walked through the ceremony quickly. Louis and Hassan retreated to the restaurant kitchen for a few moments together, and Liam and Aidan took their places: Liam at the door from the restaurant onto the terrace, Aidan at the head of the staircase. They handed out copies of the program and directed the guests to the folding chairs facing the hills, which Hassan had decorated with swags of green and white ribbons.
The church bell tolled five o’clock, and the guests took their seats. The minister walked out of the restaurant, and a slim woman with a portable keyboard began to play a tune Aidan recognized as Pachelbel’s Canon in D. The restaurant door opened and Louis stepped out.
Aidan could tell he was nervous. He saw Liam put his arm around his friend’s shoulder, and the two of them walked across the stone patio to the minister. When they arrived there, Liam removed his arm from Louis’s shoulder and shook his hand. Then he stepped to the side.
Aidan turned to welcome Hassan from the staircase. He, too, looked nervous, but Aidan threaded his arm in Hassan’s and walked him forward. When they reached the front, he let go of Hassan, kissed him on each cheek and then stepped to Liam’s side.
The setting and the ceremony were so incredibly romantic that Aidan couldn’t stop smiling. The minister welcomed everyone and then turned to Aidan, who stepped forward and pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Using his best “teacher voice,” he read the 98th psalm, which ended with “Let the sea roar, and all that fills it; the world and those who live in it. Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills sing together for joy at the presence of the Lord, for he is coming to judge the earth. He will judge the world with righteousness, and the peoples with equity.”
He had scoured the Bible and a dozen or more gay wedding websites, looking for a blessing that might be appropriate, and he loved the reference to sea and hills, and the reference to righteousness and equity.
There was an appreciative murmur from the crowd when Aidan finished. He folded the paper again and stepped back to Liam’s side.
The minister thanked him and then turned to Louis. “Your vows?” she asked him.
Louis held his hands out to Hassan, who took them. “Hassan, I have loved you since the first time I saw you. If you will do me the great honor of becoming my husband I promise to love you and care for you, wherever our lives take us, in sickness and in health, in good fortune and ill.” His voice quavered, and he looked on the verge of tears. Aidan could see him take a deep breath when he finished.
The minister turned to Hassan and smiled.
“Louis, when I felt darkness all around me, you brought me light.” His English was heavily accented, and his voice quavered as much as Louis’s. Aidan loved the way he elongated the
s
at the end of Louis’s name.
“You have been the steadying force in my life, and your love has helped me become the man I have always wanted to be. I promise to stand by your side, to hold you and love you and bring you as much joy as you have brought me.”
Aidan fished in his pants pocket for a tissue and dabbed at his eyes. Then he turned to Liam and smiled, squeezing his hand. Liam smiled back at him.
Louis and Hassan turned to face the minister. She said, “In light of the vows you have made, in the sight of the company here assembled to witness them, and in accordance with the laws of France, I hereby proclaim you married partners.” She turned to the audience. “Please join me in a blessing of this union. From the first book of Samuel: ‘Jonathan became one in spirit with David, and he loved him as himself. And Jonathan made a covenant with David because he loved him as himself.’ Let us pray that Louis and Hassan shall be as David and Jonathan, one in sprit and one in love. And then let us say, ‘Amen.’”
The crowd joined her. Then she turned to Louis and Hassan. “As is the custom around the world, please seal your union with a kiss.”
Louis and Hassan leaned toward each other. Then Louis put his hand behind Hassan’s head and dipped him low, kissing him deeply, and the audience applauded. Everyone stood, and while a server passed around flutes of champagne, others moved the chairs around tables and brought out platters for a buffet. It was all lovely, and Hassan and Louis couldn’t stop holding hands and smiling.
By the time the sun finally set over the hills, only Aidan and Liam were left at the restaurant with their friends. “I can’t thank you enough for everything,” Louis said. “Without Aidan’s help planning we might have had a disaster.”
“Is this a trial run for your own wedding?” Hassan asked mischievously.
“You forget, we both have U.S. citizenship,” Liam said. “So it’s not necessary for us.”
“The citizenship issue isn’t the reason we got married,” Louis said, with a twang of tension in his voice. “It’s icing on the cake, sure. But the real reason is that Hassan and I love each other, and we want to share that with our friends and families.”
Aidan knew that Hassan’s family disapproved of his sexuality, and none of them had flown to France for the ceremony. But he also knew that many gay men had families of choice rather than birth, and he was happy to be part of their circle.
“And I love you, too,
habibi
,” Hassan said, using the Arabic for sweetheart. They hung behind to settle the bill with the restaurant, and Aidan and Liam walked back down the hill to the garage.
Aidan waited until they were in the car to say anything. “That was rude, you know,” he said as Liam drove through the gathering darkness. “To assume that they got married just so Hassan could get citizenship.”
“It’s the truth, isn’t it? They wouldn’t have bothered with a stupid ceremony otherwise.”
“I thought it was romantic,” Aidan said. “Not stupid at all.” He turned toward the window so that Liam wouldn’t see the tear that had formed in the corner of his eye.
“You know how I feel,” Liam said. “Marriage is for straight people. We don’t need a piece of paper or overpriced jewelry to justify our love.”
Liam had never been shy about voicing his opinion about gay marriage. He cited studies that indicated men were biologically driven to spread their seed to multiple partners, to perpetuate their DNA. When Aidan countered, asking then for the biological basis of homosexuality, Liam said that it was Mother Nature’s way of birth control.
The topic infuriated Aidan, who believed in romance, in monogamy and the chance to have a big party, so he usually avoided it. But at the wedding, when he’d tried in his mind’s eye to see himself and Liam standing there together, he had realized that it was never going to happen. There were too many obstacles, from their different religious backgrounds to Liam’s staunch opposition.
That, even more than the romantic sight of Louis and Hassan pledging to each other, was what had made him cry at the ceremony. He knew it was childish, like throwing a tantrum after seeing a toy he wanted but couldn’t have. And the logical part of his brain said that if what he really wanted was to get married, then he had to find a man who would marry him. If Liam wasn’t that man…
And yet, Aidan felt more fully himself with Liam than ever before, with or without a partner. Liam challenged him to grow in ways that Aidan knew he needed to. He showed Aidan his love every day, from the bedroom to the job to the briefest of glances. He was fiercely protective of Aidan, and always grateful for the way Aidan had rescued him from a self-imposed solitude.
Where was the solution? Neither of them spoke for the rest of the ride home. Aidan took Hayam out for her late night walk, and when he returned, Liam was propped up in bed with the top sheet pulled up to his waist, his reading glasses on and a personal protection journal in his hands. Aidan remembered that the comforter was in the washer and needed to be dried; would they be able to sleep without it?
He was thinking of that as he walked to the closet and began taking off his dress shoes. Behind him, he heard Liam put the glasses and the magazine on the bedside table. “You know that I love you,” Liam said.
“Of course,” Aidan said, as he hung up the tuxedo jacket. He would return the rented suits the next day. “And I love you.”
“Then why isn’t that enough? Why can’t we make our own private commitment to each other and be done?”
Aidan stepped out of his slacks and hung them neatly. He turned back to Liam in his tuxedo shirt, still held together by fake mother-of-pearl studs.
“I don’t know, Liam.” Aidan kept his head down and began trying to undo the studs, but his hands wouldn’t work.
Liam stood up. He was naked, and his dick was curled up, resting in the nest of his pubic hair. He reached over and gently began undoing the studs from the shirt. “Is it that important to you?”
Aidan looked up. “I thought that Blake and I would be together forever,” he said. “But all it took to destroy our relationship was one bad day. He told me to get out, I packed a bag and I was on a plane that night.”
Liam slipped the shirt from Aidan’s shoulders and tossed it into the laundry hamper. “I won’t ever do that to you,” he said softly. “I’m not Blake Chennault, and you don’t need a piece of paper to hold onto me.”
He took Aidan’s face in his hands. “Do you know that every morning I thank God for Blake?”
Aidan looked in his brown eyes, which seemed so deep and loving. “Blake? Why would you thank God for him?”
“Because he sent you to me,” Liam said. “If he hadn’t been such a jerk, you might still be in Philadelphia with him, instead of here with me.”
Aidan leaned forward and kissed him, blinking back tears. His stomach churned with emotion and he wrapped his arms around his partner’s smooth back. Liam pulled back and smoothed a lock of hair from Aidan’s forehead. Then he stepped back, and lowered himself to one knee.
He reached for Aidan’s hand. “Aidan Greene, will you marry me?”
It was so not what Aidan was expecting that he stood there openmouthed. He looked down and saw Liam’s dick unfurling and suddenly the churning feeling in his stomach was gone, replaced by a lightness.
“I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life beside you.” Aidan reached down for Liam’s hands and tugged him upward.
As Liam stood, Aidan continued. “I appreciate that you are willing to marry me because it’s important to me, even though it’s not something you’d ordinarily do.” He leaned up and kissed Liam’s lips lightly. “But if we marry someday, it will be because we both want to, for ourselves as well as for each other.”
“Is that a no?” Liam asked.
Aidan shook his head. His heart was racing and his dick was stiff, but he’d never been more sure of something. “Consider it a kind of promissory note. When the time is right, I’ll say yes.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Liam said.
Aidan smiled wickedly. “You know, a note like that is usually accompanied by a good faith deposit.” He stepped back and dropped his shorts, his stiff dick bouncing against his abdomen. Liam was hard by then, too. Aidan sat on the bed, then leaned back against the pillows and raised his legs. “First National Bank of Aidan, now open for deposits.”
Liam laughed. “You are crazy, but in a good way. I’ll be right back.”
He returned from the bathroom a moment later holding a bottle of lubricant. They had long since stopped using condoms, after they were confident they were healthy and committed to monogamy.
Liam squeezed a dollop out and stroked his dick, smiling lasciviously at Aidan. Aidan felt as horny as he’d ever been, desperate to feel his lover inside him. He pulled apart his asscheeks and Liam stuck his gooey index finger inside him.
Aidan groaned with pleasure as the cold lube warmed inside him, and Liam’s long, rough finger snaked its way up his channel. “Oh god,” he groaned.
Liam looked up at him. “You can just call me Liam.”
Aidan swatted him on the shoulder. “Focus, baby. I want you in me.”
“All things come to he who waits,” Liam said, but he pulled his finger out and positioned his dick at Aidan’s hole.
His powerful muscular thighs gave him incredible control when it came to ass-fucking. He moved into Aidan, centimeter by centimeter, and Aidan thought he couldn’t take any more of Liam’s beefy dick. And then he took more, until the head of Liam’s dick was nosing against Aidan’s prostate. Then Liam pulled back ever so slowly.
Aidan felt his emptiness reverberate through him, until Liam entered him again, this time moving a bit more quickly, gradually building his rhythm so that every thrust rubbed against Aidan’s channel and banged into his prostate, and he was squirming on the bed, whimpering and moaning. His dick was so hard it hurt, and precome streamed down from the head, but he didn’t touch himself. Liam had such awesome control of his body that he was able to sense when his orgasm was rising and then pull back, slow down until the impulse passed and then begin again.
Aidan didn’t know which he wanted more, to ejaculate himself, or to feel Liam shoot off in his ass. Finally, though, he could feel Liam give in to his impulse, and Liam wrapped his rough palm around Aidan’s dick and jerked him just a couple of strokes. “Come on, baby, come for me,” Liam said. “Drive me over the edge.”
Aidan was only too happy to oblige. He shot off in Liam’s fist and a moment later felt Liam slam into his ass and the hot spurt of come inside him. Liam stayed inside him until his dick had stopped pulsing, and then he pulled out carefully and flopped over onto his back.
“That was amazing,” he said.
“I guess you should propose every day,” Aidan said.
Liam laughed. “If that’s what it takes to make you happy, sweetheart, consider it done.”
Aidan curled against Liam, his head resting on his partner’s chest, and Liam reached his arm around Aidan’s shoulders. Aidan knew that he ought to get up, clean up, put the comforter in the dryer, take the dog out for her late-night walk—but for that moment, all he wanted to do was lie in the arms of the man who loved him, and whom he loved.
HOMECOMING
Justin Josh