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Lonny adjusted his tie. His coat hanging over the back of his chair. Today was a perfect day for Lonny's sister, Emma. Her dream wedding went off without a hitch and he was thrilled for her. She wanted to get married in Montreal so hotels were needed for most of the wedding party and guests, but the reception was held at the hotel so no need for drivers.
He wasn't in the wedding party(thank god), but seeing as his sister had been a bit of a bridezilla, he didn't get much peace during the whole ordeal. Though, as his mother reminded everyone, it was her special day and they had to make sure everything went to plan and that she was happy.
Lonny watched as happy couples danced together and smiled. His parents were out there, smiling at each other as they spun around the dance floor. They were so cute. Lonny adored his parents. His brother was out there with his daughter too. She was too small to actually dance on her own, but he held her as he danced around. It was adorable.
Lonny saw Emma walk towards him and internally sighed. Emma and Lonny were close of course, just like he and his brother, Miguel. That closeness brought overstepping though.
"You need to dance with Sarah!" Emma exclaimed over the loud music. There it was.
"Why do I need to do that?" Lonny asked through gritted teeth. This was the third friend of his sisters that she had suggested(demanded) he dance with. Did she not get the hint yet?
"She's so nice and gorgeous! You'll love her." His sister insisted, pushing him towards the blonde standing a few feet away.
Lonny looked to his brother in law pleadingly, who shrugged and laughed. No help from him.
"She's not my typ-." Lonny tried to argue, but it was too late. He was standing in front of the woman who looked at him expectantly. "Wanna dance?" Lonny asked half-heartedly. The woman nodded, taking Lonny's hand. He glanced back to see his sister grinning ear to ear.
"Its Emma's day. Just make her happy." His mother's voice reminded him. He didn't understand why his dating life was so important to Emma though. Or any of his family for that matter.
Sarah was nice and beautiful, but she wasn't his type. He wasn't into bubbly blondes. Lainey was also nice and beautiful, but he didn't really like "baddies". Eleanor was too but he wasn't into redheads. His problem was that his type wasn't any of his sisters friends.
His type wasn't women.
Yeah, that was kind of a big problem.
Lonny had known he was gay for a few years now. He knew that he needed to come out to his family. It was years in the making, he just didn't know how to have that conversation with them. How does one say "oh by the way, I've been gay this whole time so stop trying to fix me up with girls, please." Yeah no.
It wasn't that his family were homophobic- at least he didn't think so-. It was just... a weird conversation to have. Especially at his age. Lonny was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to his sexuality. By the time he came to terms with things, everyone else had a solid idea of who they thought Lonny was. How exactly does he turn around and tell them that they were completely wrong?
"That was fun! We should-." Sarah started, but Lonny was already walking towards the bar. "Nice to meet you too." He called over his shoulder.
Lonny had tried the whole beard thing- one his best friends was a lesbian and was more than happy to push coming out to her family back a couple of years. It was fun, sure. He got to hang out with his friend while not constantly being asked why he hadn't given his parents grandchildren yet. It was a win-win in Lonny's book. Eventually though, Lonny's friend met someone and then she was ready to come out. Bye-bye, beard.
They 'broke up' on good terms and everyone praised Lonny for taking it so well. You can't be heartbroken over a fake relationship. He tried his best to play the part, but how many times could he say "hanging in there." When asked how he was before it became a little ridiculous.
At this point in Lonny's life, he was more than comfortable with being in the closet. It was all he knew. It wasn't like he experienced this horribly traumatic thing thay made him fear coming out. No. He just didn't want to disappoint everyone. Sure, his brother was straight, his sister was straight. It wouldn't be the end of the world if he was gay, but he didn't know that. He didn't know how his parents would react. He didn't know how anyone would react.
So yes. The closet was safer. It was almost fun in a way(lie). Like his own little secret just for him and no one else. He was content in his life. He didn't need anyone's validation.
"Beautiful wedding." Lonny looked up from his drink to see the most attractive man Lonny had ever seen. He was wearing a well tailored black suit that hugged his slim frame perfectly, his black dress shirt unbuttoned to his mid chest and his tie undone and draped around his neck.
"It was, yeah." Lonny nodded in agreement. He hoped he wasn't fully gaping at the other man. Holy fuck.
"You're Emma's brother, right?" The stranger asked, his sparkling blue eyes meeting his own for a moment as he sipped on his drink.
"I am yeah. Lonny." He introduced himself. Why was this man talking to him? Lonny didn't think he was doing anything particularly interesting. Not enough for this fine ass man to have any reason to want to speak to him.
"Andy." The other man smiled, taking the hand offered to him and shook it. Lonny tried to ignore the electricity that shot through his body at the touch. How had he never seen him before? Did he know Emma? Why had Emma never introduce them?
"I'm a friend of David's." He said as if reading Lonny's mind. God, he could listen to him read the phone book(do they still have phone books?)
"Oh okay. I didn't think I had seen you before." Lonny nodded. I would remember you.
"Well I definitely would've remembered if I met you so." Andy smiled and oh. Okay. That seemed like flirting. Was he? No. No way.
"American?" Lonny asked. He liked the other man's speaking voice. It was deeper and almost lilting in tone.
"Guilty." Andy chuckled. "How did you know?" He asked, observing him through thick lashes. Was he flirting with him? Lonny couldn't tell.
"Accent." Lonny replied with a shaky breath. "What part are you from?" He asked, hoping to take his focus away from how attractive the man was or how much he wanted him.
"Ohio." Andy hummed. "What about you? Where are you from?" He moved closer and Lonny was hit with nice cologne that made his knees weak.
"Toronto." Lonny said, trying to keep his eyes from tracing Andy's tattoos. God, this man was so hot. Lonny wanted to throw something.
"I fucking love Toronto. I go there a lot for work." Andy said, leaning back against the bar.
"Really? What do you do?" Lonny asked curiously. Probably modeling based on his face.
"Music." Andy answered and that intrigued Lonny quite a bit. That could mean a lot of things. He could be a musician, he could be crew, management. There was so many jobs within music. "In a band." Andy elaborated.
"Me too. What do you play?" Lonny asked curiously.
"Nothing." Andy chuckled. "I'm the singer, I don't have talent." He joked, and Lonny found this man very interesting. Hot and funny? And he could sing? Goddammit. Lonny was fucked. "What about you? Guitar?"
"I- yeah. How did you know?" Lonny asked. Maybe David had mentioned it?
"Callouses." Andy nodded to Lonny's hand. "I've dated enough musicians to know what guitar callouses feel like." Andy winked.
"Is that a bad thing?" Lonny asked. This was definitely flirting. This man was flirting with Lonny.
"Nope. Nothing feels better than calloused hands." Andy hummed, his eyes tracing over Lonny. How did he do that? How could he just walk up to a random man and flirt like it was nothing? Lonny couldn't imagine it. He couldn't imagine the confidence.
Lonny cleared his throat, turning his attention back to the dance floor. A groan nearly left his lips at the sight of one of his sisters bridesmaids making a beeline for him. Oh god no-.
"You owe me a dance, Eagleton." She said, grabbing his arm and leading him to the dance floor before he could argue. Lonny looked back helplessly, but Andy merely smiled, waving as he was dragged away by the redhead.
Lonny danced, but kept glancing back towards Andy. He was on his phone now, seemingly uninterested in everything going on as he scrolled. Lonny wished he could do the same. Just disappear into his device so he could get this day over with. He wanted to know more about Andy. He wanted to know everything he could. It wasn't that he was just attractive. No. Lonny was fascinated by the random American man that was friends with his new brother in law.
"-and then she wanted a threesome!" Lonny vaguely looked at the woman he was dancing with. "That's crazy." He said even though he hadn't been listening to her at all. He looked back to see Andy still standing there. Waiting for me? Probably not, but you can't blame him for wishful thinking.
The song ended after a lifetime(three minutes). "Not bad, Eagleton." Jenna nodded(at least he was pretty sure it was Jenna). "Thanks." Lonny smiled politely. He turned made his way back to And- the bar. Not Andy. That would be desperate.
The other man looked up, smiling at Lonny warmly. Oh Lonny was fucked. He was royally fucked. Why was his smile so pretty? Why was Andy so pretty?
"Having fun with the bridesmaids?" Andy asked, making Lonny chuckle.
"Not exactly." Lonny replied. "My sister is convinced I need help with dating." He sighed. I'd rather have fun with you.
"I find that hard to believe." Andy hummed, his eyes trailing over Lonny unabashedly. He was bold. Lonny didn't know how to keep up. He spent so much time fearing how people perceived him. He didn't know how to flirt without fear.
"Yeah. None of her friends are my type so it's kind of a waste of time." Lonny shrugged, sipping on his drink.
"Oh? And what exactly is your type, Lonny?" Andy asked, tilting his head curiously. He knew what he was doing. He was playing with his food so to speak.
"That depends." Lonny replied, moving ever so slightly closer to the other man.
"On?" Andy raised a brow. This was a challenge. He was daring Lonny.
"On what your room number is." Lonny said. Oh my god I said it. Lonny stared back at Andy, relishing in the way his eyes widened just a bit. It appeared that Andy was capable of being caught off guard.
"Oh." Andy breathed, subconsciously messing with the loosened tie around his neck. "1305." He said, looking Lonny up and down like he was considering jumping him then and there.
Lonny nodded, downing the rest of his drink. "And if I come up to 1305 when this is over?" He ventured. His heart was pounding.
Andy stepped forward, their chests nearly touching. "I'll probably let you in." Andy hummed deep in his chest, his lips barely brushing the shell of his ear as he spoke. "Would be rude not to."
"Rude, yeah." Lonny nodded, his mouth suddenly dry as he licked his lips. Andy's eyes flickered down at the motion as he looked at him, their breath mingling from the closeness.
"Yeah." Andy echoed, clearing his throat as he took a step back. "It was nice meeting you, Lonny."
"You too, Andy." Lonny nodded, watching the other man walk away. Oh god, he was in trouble.
~•~
Lonny walked down the hotel hall, glancing around him on the off chance that someone he knew saw him.
He knocked on the door and waited. He looked around again. Fuck, was he really doing this?
Andy opened the door. His shirt completely unbuttoned, showing off his chest tattooes and muscles. "Hi." Lonny breathed. All worries or concerns flew right out the window.
Andy, said nothing, pulling Lonny into the room by the shirt and kissing him. Lonny groaned into the kiss, closing the door behind them. Andy pulled him back towards the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Fuck, you're so hot." Andy mumbled, pulling back enough to pushing the shirt off over Lonny's shoulders.
"Says the fucking male model." Lonny huffed, moving to kiss Andy's neck.
Lonny grabbed the backs of Andy's thighs, lifting him up. Andy laughed softly, allowing himself to be carried to the bed. His hands buried in the soft curls as Lonny nipped and licked over his throat. "Fuck." He sighed, dropping his head back.
Lonny dropped Andy down onto the bed, laying on top of him. Andy wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as he ran his hands down his back. Lonny gripped Andy's hips, grinding down against him. "Fuck, you're pretty." Lonny groaned, sitting up to undo his belt. Andy undid his own pants, tugging them down around his thighs before helping Lonny remove his own pants.
Lonny lost his balance momentarily, making Andy laugh as he helped steady him. "Okay?" He asked, running his hands over his body.
"I haven't drank in a while." Lonny chuckled, leaning down to kiss Andy once more. Andy cupped the back of his head. He liked this awkward little Canadian.
Andy sat up a bit, forcing Lonny to stand on his knees over him. He kissed his way down his chest and stomach, pausing long enough to pull his boxers down. Lonny moaned softly when Andy wrapped his hand around the length, stroking it slowly.
"Top or bottom?" Andy panted, his hand working over Lonny's cock.
"I- I'm good with either." Lonny stuttered. He was more than okay with either. He might actually die if Andy didn't pick something soon because he was do hard it hurt.
"I can top if that's cool. I haven't bottomed in months." Andy nodded, ducking his head to wrap his lips around the tip of Lonny's cock. Lonny groaned, gripping Andy's hair as he sucked him off.
"Fuck, you're good at this." Lonny sighed. He couldn't remember the last time he got a blowjob from someone.
"Thanks." Andy said, pulling off for a moment to look up at the other man. He ran his tongue over the head, moaning at the taste of precum. "Condom?"
"Preferably yeah." Lonny said, making Andy laugh.
Andy reached over, fumbling in his pants pocket until he pulled out his wallet. He fished a condom from the side pocket and Lonny smiled slightly. "Expected to get lucky?"
"I try to stay prepared." Andy shrugged, leaning up to kiss Lonny slowly.
"I have lube in my bag." Andy hummed, kissing down Lonny's neck.
"Okay I'd prefer you not split me in half." Lonny said.
"You're funny." Andy said with a chuckle.
"Thanks." Lonny said with a confused smile as Andy pulled him down on the bed, flipping their positions so Lonny was now on his back. Andy kissed his way down Lonny's chest and stomach, careful to not leave any marks.
He sat up, getting off the bed long enough to retrieve the lube from his suitcase. Lonny flipped over, chest pressed into the mattress and ass up, waiting for Andy. He heard the other man groan at the sight, cool hands running over his overheated skin. "God, look at you." He said, kissing down Lonny's spine.
Lonny arched into the touch. He didn't know when the last time he had been touched like this was. He couldn't tell you. His sex life consisted of casual relationships that didn't last more than a few weeks and occasional hookups. He was never- well... taken care of, so to speak. It was just in and out, getting off, casual sex.
This was different though.
Andy slicked up his fingers, kissing over the base of Lonny's spine as he pressed a finger into him. "This okay?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." Lonny breathed, pressing back into it. It had been a while since he last bottomed too, but Andy was being gentle. Andy pumped the digit in and out for a bit, allowing Lonny to get used to it before he added a second finger, stretching and scissoring Lonny open.
"Oh fuck, right there." Lonny groaned into the pillow as Andy brushed over his prostate.
"Yeah?" Andy panted, pressing his fingers into the bundle of nerves repeatedly until Lonny was squirming.
"Fuck me already." Lonny begged, pushing back into the hand.
"One more finger, sweetie. I'm not small." Andy said and if Lonny wasn't so close to losing it, he would've told Andy to prove it.
Andy pushed a third finger in and Lonny was seeing stars. "I'm going to cum if you keep hitting my prostate." Lonny keened. His face was buried in the pillow and he was clawing at the sheets.
Andy, to his credit, didn't gloat as he eased up. Lonny could feel the smile pressed into his skin though. "Ready?" Andy asked, pulling his fingers out.
"Yes now please fuck me." Lonny huffed. Andy let out a soft laugh behind him and he heard the sound of the condom wrapper being torn open. Lonny let out a shaky breath when he felt the tip of Andy's cock press against his rim. Okay, maybe another finger wouldn't have been a terrible idea.
Andy slid into Lonny with a groan, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. "Okay?" He asked with a stuttering breath.
Lonny could only nod, pressing back into Andy. Fuck, he was bigger than Lonny had realized. "I'll give you a minute." Andy breathed against the back of his neck. The two stayed like that. Andy kissing his neck and shoulders as he waited for the go ahead.
"Okay, you can move." Lonny finally said. Andy pulled out a bit before thrusting back in slowly, punching a shaky moan out of Lonny. He felt so full, he could feel it in his lungs practically.
Andy slowly built up to a steady pace, wrapping his hands around Lonny's hips as he fucked him. "Fuck, you feel good." He groaned.
Lonny arched into the thrusts, meeting the movements as he gripped the sheets almost to the point of ripping them. He didn't know how long he was going to last at this rate. It felt so fucking good.
"Faster." Lonny moaned and Andy was more than happy to oblige. Andy pressed his hand into the back of Lonny's neck, holding him in place as he fucked him. Lonny reached back, gripping onto the hand as he moaned freely. God, he forgot what good dick felt like. It felt so good, Lonny couldn't breathe.
"Right there?" Andy asked, hitting his prostate dead on. Lonny cried out from pleasure, his body nearly convulsing with ecstasy. It was too much and not enough all at once. He was so overwhelmed.
Andy fucked him harder, dragging his short nails down Lonny's back. "You feel so fucking good, Lonny."
"Andy." Lonny moaned.
"That's it, baby. Say my name." Andy groaned.
Lonny didn't think he had ever been so out of his mind with pleasure before. All he could say was Andy's name and pleas for more. He was borderline crying. All he could do was lay there and take it, too lost(in the sauce) to even push back into the thrusts anymore.
"Andy, Andy, Andy, Andy!" Lonny chanted desperately, panting.
"Lonny-." Andy moaned, dropping his forehead down to rest on Lonny's shoulder. He wasn't going to last much longer. Lonny felt like a vice wrapped around his cock. "So fucking tight, baby."
Lonny keened pathetically, flexing around Andy at his words. They were both drenched in sweat. Andy's chest slick against his back.
"Are you gonna cum for me?" Andy asked, his chest heaving. God, he hoped he was close. If he had to give an apology blowjob for cumming too quickly, he would though.
Lonny nodded, unable to make any coherent sounds other than moans and something that sounded like it was supposed to be Andy's name. Andy reached down, stroking Lonny's cock in time with his thrusts.
Lonny moaned, his head thrashing side to side as he came over Andy's fist. He felt Andy pulse inside of him almost simultaneously. Okay, that was hot-.
Andy pulled out carefully, dropping down onto the bed next to Lonny with a breathless laugh. "That was great, goddamn." He said, tying off his condom and tossed it in the trash.
"Mrphrafen." Lonny mumbled, incoherent.
"What?" Andy snorted.
"I think you fucked my brains out. I can't English." Lonny finally got out.
"You're welcome." Andy hummed. "Water?"
"I'm good." Lonny said, still trying to get his bearings. Andy reached up, rubbing his back soothingly.
"So what's with the bridesmaids thing?" Andy asked after a few minutes of peaceful silence.
"Huh-? Oh, yeah." Lonny said, pushing his hair out of his face.
"Like I'm assuming you're fully gay so the whole Emma throwing every single woman at you is a little weird." Andy explained. He was guessing Lonny was in the closet. He didn't know his family situation, but he had hoped his friend didn't marry a homophobic woman.
"So like... I'm not exactly-." Lonny started, breaking eye contact with Andy. This was uncomfortable.
"Out?" Andy added for him and Lonny nodded. "I kind of assumed."
"Its just complicated." Lonny sighed. Complicated wasn't the right word. It was actually very simple. Lonny was scared shitless to come out so he didn't. There. Easy.
Andy nodded, tracing his fingers over Lonny's back. "I get it-. I'm out, but it took me a long time to get to the point where I was comfortable with saying it. You know?"
Lonny nodded wordlessly. He felt a little dumb nodding so much, but words were hard at the moment. He was sure his experience was by no means unique.
"Can I ask why?" Andy said gently.
"I don't know. I just-. Everyone has this idea of who I am." Lonny started, unsure.
"And you don't want to break that." Andy said and Lonny looked at him.
"Are you a mind reader?" Lonny asked and Andy laughed. "Sadly no, just perceptive." He shrugged, running his hand over Lonny's back.
"No one can kn-." Andy silenced the rest of his sentence with a soft kiss. "I won't tell anyone." He said, cupping Lonny's jaw.
"Thank you." Lonny breathed, kissing Andy softly before he sat up. He got out of bed, searching for his clothes on the floor.
Andy sat up, watching Lonny flutter around the room with a frown. "You can stay, you know." He said, freezing the other man in his tracks. Lonny had his shirt half on and looked at the beautiful man in bed in front of him, asking him to stay. He looked back at the door once more before looking Fuck it. "Okay."
"Okay?" Andy smiled. Lonny might actually do anything to see that smile again.
"Okay." Lonny nodded, pulling the shirt back off. Andy held out a hand for Lonny to take, pulling him back into bed. "I'll set an alarm so you can go back to your room before anyone notices you're gone."
Lonny allowed himself to be held. Just this once, he let himself be gay, let himself be- well... him. Even if it was just for tonight with this random man he met at his sisters wedding.
Just for tonight.