Hot breath panting in his ear, harsh hands holding onto his hips, a twisting deep thrust that forced a cry from him – he was drowning in sensations. Dropping his head to the pillow, he tried to muffle the sounds he couldn't help making, fingers clenched in the sheets as he thrust his hips backwards, the slap slap sound of their bodies meeting so very loud in the room.
“Can't...... can't hold back. Gonna come – please.....” A hand grabbed his hair, tugging his head back as he felt sharp teeth grazing his neck. He knew he was whining, hoarse sounds dragged from his throat as the pace kicked up a notch, the tingle and sizzle in his spine, racing to his balls as his orgasm threatened to blow him into little pieces.
“Yes...... oh fuck, yes......come for me....come now!” The guttural moans in his ear, the frenetic pace of hammering thrusts deep within his body, the hot blast as his lover came and he was free-falling, heart stuttering as he rode the wave of ecstasy that stripped the skin from his bones and left him adrift on a sea of utter bliss.
They lay panting together, hands stroking and rubbing, kisses scattered wherever could be reached. Slow to disengage, they wrapped around each other and drifted into sleep.
“.....speak now or forever hold your peace.” The words of the priest reached his ears from a distance, and for a moment he was sure he was going to stand up, could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing in preparation. Wrestled with his inner demons that said to do it, do it now before it was too late, before something irrevocable happened. But then nothing. He remained in his chair, heart dead in his chest as they exchanged their vows, kissed each other and turned to smile at their families.
The reception passed in a blur – he knew he was in the receiving line, greeting guests and guiding them to their tables. Handled problems with the catering staff quietly and efficiently, managed to keep himself occupied until it was time for speeches.
“I know I speak for my husband” titters from the guests “when I say we wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for someone very special, to both of us. Many of you know that Will and I broke up for a while, weren't sure we were right for each other. But Xander brought us back together, made us see the way that things should be and we are unendingly grateful. So please join with us, in thanking Will's best man, his brother and my best friend – to Xander.”
“To Xander.” The toast was echoed, glasses were raised, pats on the back were given. He knew he was smiling, the fake stretching of lips and baring of teeth enough to fool most of them, pretty much all of them. And then his eyes locked with blazing blue, the love/pain shining clear as a summer sky before the lashes fell and the toast was echoed by the groom.
Xander raised his glass and took a sip, lowering his eyes so that he didn't see the kiss exchanged between his now ex-lover and his new bride.