Page 50 of Good Friends
“Mmm,” he said as he settled in. “Nothing like a freshly minted hubby cock to make a guy feel loved.”
Porter had to process that for a second before he burst out laughing, which made Gavin smile. It was the first deep, untainted laughter he’d remembered having in…
Well, a long damn time.
Since before losing Dane.
And with the sweetly tight ass of his hubby now riding his cock, he was ready to unplug his own brain for a while. It’d taken them no time to reacquaint themselves with each other’s bodies. He slowly stroked Gavin’s cock with one hand while reaching up to pinch his nipples with the other.
He couldn’t wait until there were rings in both of them he could tug on and play with.
When he came he quickly stroked Gavin, getting him over and loving the feel of his ass squeezing Porter’s cock. They lay there for a moment, then Porter patted him on the ass. “Shower, then downstairs for dinner.”
* * * *
“Yes, Master.” He couldn’t wait for this part, either. They were going to be telling everyone the good news…and flashing their shiny new wedding bands around.
After dinner, they headed into the courtyard where the party was just getting started and a live DJ was spinning tracks.
Porter left Gavin standing there after squeezing his hand. “Stay.”
Gavin wanted to know what he was doing, but then Porter walked over to the DJ. While Porter’s back was turned to Gavin, from the way he pulled his wallet out and handed the DJ something, Gavin was pretty sure he had a suspicion what was going on.
Not to mention, Porter wore a sneaky damn smile as he turned and slipped his wallet back into his jeans. But instead of walking all the way back to him, he stopped dead center of what was supposed to be the dance floor area, except it was still early in the evening and no one was dancing yet.
Then he held his hand out to Gavin.
The song playing faded out, and the DJ’s voice came over the speakers.
“We’ve got a special request, folks, and since it’s a first dance for two newly-wedded hubbies who just got married this afternoon, I’m not about to refuse it. This one’s for Porter and his boy, Gavin, Master and Mister Hutchinson. Give it up for them!”
The courtyard erupted into applause and raucous cheers. Everyone stepped back from the dance floor, or gathered closer to see, if they hadn’t been near there already, as the opening strains of “Bad Liar” by Imagine Dragons started playing.
Unable to contain his own smile, Gavin laughed and walked over to Porter. Gavin took Porter’s hand, grinning as Porter swept him into his arms and started swaying with him.
“I thought you didn’t like to make a public scene, Sir.”
Porter laughed. “This time, I’ll make an exception. I wanteveryoneto know I’m proud that you’re my hubby and my boy.” He turned them so Gavin was facing the south building. “And look up on the second floor, two rooms down from the stairs.”
Gavin did, snorting as he spotted Jayce standing there and glaring at them.
“On three,” Porter said.
“Huh?”
“One, two,three.” Porter reached up and flipped a bird at Jayce with his left hand, showing off his new wedding band nicely, and Gavin joined him.
A couple of guys who knew the men turned, and spotted Jayce standing there and now wearing an epic stink-face. They all started laughing, everyone joining Porter and Gavin in shooting Jayce a middle-finger salute. The little shit turned, fumbled his key card trying to get into his room, then slammed the door shut behind him, prompting even more laughter.
Porter stared into Gavin’s eyes as they focused on each other again. “Mine for life, baby. You know that, right?”
“I never want to be anywhere else, Sir,” Gavin told him. “Ever.”
“Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
Gavin rested his head on Porter’s shoulder as they danced, closing his eyes and letting Porter lead, trusting him not to let him trip as they moved to the music. “Thankgod, Sir.”
Chapter Sixteen
