"Okay, how's that? Fit okay?"
"Yeah I guess." Bam shifted uncomfortably. "Are we really doing this?"
"Yes we're really doing this, have you got any idea how much chicks love this shit?"
"Like I care what chicks think O'Conner."
"Ville will love it."
"You think?"
"Yeah."
Bam glanced round at the others. "I guess Ellis looks pretty hot."
"Yeah, now take your shorts off."
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"There's no underwear with these things you know."
Bam blinked. "You what?"
"No underwear it's tradition."
"No underwear," he murmured thoughtfully. "Okay."
"Great, everyone ready?"
"Yeah, let's go."
@>*~
Ville hurried into the hall, fiddling nervously with his tie. Tuxes made him uncomfortable.
"Oh fuck baby."
His husband's voice made him pause and he stared in surprise at a pair of shiny shoes, leather straps criss-crossing over a pair of cream socks that encased Bam's muscular calves, flashes of green and blue just below a strip of exposed knee.
He'd known Bam would be wearing a kilt but he'd never expected the swathe of tartan wrapped round his lover to look so unbelievbly sexy. He raised his gaze over tight shirt and tux jacket, mouth going dry.
Bam was staring at him openmouthed and Ville stepped forward, sliding a hand round the back of his neck and pulling him up into a hard, needy kiss until they were both panting for breath.
"My God Bam, you look so hot," he breathed, groin tightening.
"So do you baby." Bam licked his lips and kissed him again. "Fuck, I want you."
"Yeah," he whispered. Taking a deep breath for control, he took a step back. "Later my love."
"But baby..."
"Darling, wedding, remember?"
"Fuck okay, go sit down before I seriously jump you."
Pressing a quick kiss to his husband's forehead, Ville hurried to take his seat.
Eventually, the hall was full and Tim was standing at the front with his best man. Bam slipped into the seat next to him and took his hand, squeezing gently. Ville glanced at his lover, shivering as a tendril of lust coiled in his gut. Tim, the best man and the groomsmen were all in kilts and looked good but Bam looked amazing.
Just as the wedding march started, Bam leaned over. "Baby?" he whispered.
"Yeah."
"Did you know that traditionally you don't wear underwear with a kilt?"
The breath rushed out of his lungs as Ville realised that his gorgeous husband was sitting next to him, essentially half naked.
"Oh God," he whimpered, dick pressing painfully against his zipper. He glanced sidelong at the younger man. Bam was grinning at him, lips slightly parted, eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. How the hell was he going to make it through the ceremony?
Leaning over, Bam kissed his cheek. "And the sporran's got just enough room for lube."
"Vittu!" Ville whispered harshly, grip tightening round his lover's hand. "Behave."
"Sorry baby," Bam whispered completely insincerely, hushing quickly as Tim's bride, Emily began her walk down the aisle.
@>*~
By the time Tim and Emily were saying their vows Ville was starting to feel like he was going to go mad, or possibly explode. Bam wasn't doing anything specific but just the knowledge that he wasn't wearing any underwear combined with Bam's apparent fascination with the satin strip down the side of his dress pants that he kept stroking had his groin tight and his dick hard and aching with need.
Glancing at his husband again, Bam's smug grin starting to annoy him, he decided it was time to get his own back. He dropped a hand and slid it under the fold of kilt by Bam's thigh, gently stroking the back of Bam's knee between the chair and the sock.
The younger man's breath hitched and he turned his head slowly. His smug grin had faded replaced by wide-eyed lust.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"Nothing love."
"Well stop it."
"Are you going to stop?"
"Stop what?" Bam's eyes widened further in his standard terrible attempt at looking innocent.
"I mean it," Ville said seriously.
Vallely leaned forward, sticking his head between them, teeth gritted and he hissed, "Stop it. Right. Now."
Bam cleared his throat and ducked his head. "Sorry," he breathed.
Not quite holding back a snicker, Ville didn't stop stroking his lover's leg despite the glare that was now burning into the side of his face. Bam bent his leg, catching his fingers tightly in the crease of his knee.
"Ow," he breathed. "Bam!"
"You gonna stop?"
"I will if you will."
"Fine," Bam sighed, moving his leg to free Ville's hand as Vallely smacked them both round the back of the head.
"Hey!" Bam exclaimed, slapping a hand over his mouth in horror as the row in front turned and Tim glared at them.
@>*~
They made it through the rest of the ceremony without further incident, clinging to each other's hands. Ville knew that Bam was as badly off as he was by the way his husband kept looking at him, kept squeezing his hand.
Trailing out of the hall after the other guests into the lobby of the hotel, they stopped and looked at each other.
"Room?" Bam whispered.
"Depends what's in your sporran."
Bam grinned mischievously at him. "Bathroom?"
"Let's go."
Still holding hands, they ran for the public restrooms, barely restraining themselves from bursting through the door in case anyone else was present. The attendant looked up in surprise and Ville glanced at his husband, speaking in Finnish for discretion.
"Still want to sweetheart?"
Bam nodded frantically and winked at the attendant, dragging Ville into a stall and locking it.
Spinning his lover round, Ville pushed him up against the stall wall, leaning in, hands sliding up the outside of his thighs.
"Fuck," Bam breathed, shuddering as he rubbed his nose up the side of his neck to the back of his ear.
"Lube darling," Ville murmured, rocking up against Bam's ass, dick sliding into the crease.
"Yeah," Bam groaned, sliding the sporran round to the side and digging inside, handing him the tube quickly. Popping the cap, he squeezed gel onto his fingers as he gently kissed Bam's neck.
"Come on baby, I need you."
"Hush love," Ville whispered, bending and slipping his hand up under the kilt, thumb stroking the soft skin of Bam's thigh, up his leg to his ass. He slid his fingers between Bam's cheeks, rubbing over the entrance to his body.
@>*~
"Oh fuck yes," Bam groaned. He'd been waiting for this for hours. The only reason he hadn't just dragged Ville off for sex earlier was the fact that Tim would never have forgiven him.
His lover bit his neck gently, hips rocking against one asscheek, the press of Ville's cock a teasing promise of what was to come. His lover's fingers pushed into his body, deep and hard, rubbing against his prostate, shocks of pleasure intensifying his need.
"Baby please," he gasped, rolling his hips back against fingers and cock. Ville kissed the side of his neck, sucking the skin just behind his ear as another finger stretched his ass. Sensation was starting to overwhelm him and he whimpered quietly.
"Ville please, I need you, please."
"Sure darling?"
"Yes I'm sure," he exclaimed, thrusting back harder against his lover's fingers. "Baby come on, I need your cock in me so bad."
Ville pulled his fingers free and moved back, the lack of his weight and warmth against his back making him more desperate.
"Turn round Bam, I want to see your face, wrap you round my body and fuck you hard."
Dick jerking almost painfully, Bam turned and leaned up, kissing his husband hard, pushing his tongue into Ville's mouth roughly. Hands slid up the backs of his thighs again and Ville gripped his ass, lifting him up against his body. Clutching at the older man, Bam pushed back against the stall wall and slung his legs round his lover's hips, holding on tight as slick cock slid between his asscheek. He pushed down, letting gravity help him impale himself.
"Oh God," Ville breathed against his lips, kissing him gently. "Always so good love."
"Yes baby," Bam gasped, squeezing down as he adjusted to the burn of being filled and stretched so quickly. After nearly three years the urgency and insanity of their constant need for each other had only increased. Friends and family were all inured to the tactile nature of their relationship, never questioned their constant disappearances, or occasional bolting from rooms. It was crazy and they didn't care.
Ville slammed into him hard enough that his head connected with the wall and he grinned as slightly painful pleasure spread through his groin. Folds of the kilt bunched up between them and he couldn't reach his dick but it didn't matter, his lover's cock plunged in and out of his body, stabbing his prostate, filling every sense, every nerve with tight lustful pleasure. The stall wall rattled but neither of them paid any attention. Bam held on tighter, kissing his lover deeply, tasting and licking desperately.
"Yeah baby," he moaned, dick jerking and leaking helplessly. "Harder baby, I know you need it."
"Fuck," Ville groaned. "Yes. You're such a little tease. All I wanted... fuck... when you said you were going commando, all I wanted..." He thrust hard and Bam bit back a cry, electric shocks shooting pleasure through his nerves.
"What baby?" he gasped.
"Wanted to get to my knees, worship you with my mouth, suck you, taste you, swallow you down."
"Oh fuck baby," Bam groaned, rocking himself urgently into his husband's deep, hard thrusts. As always, Ville's voice, his words, increased his already desperate need. "Please, oh fuck baby, need..."
With a hard jerk, Ville pushed him into the wall, groaning and shuddering against him, the heat of his climax spreading through him. Kissing his neck gently, Ville pulled out carefully and set his legs back on the floor.
"Gonna suck me off baby?" Bam panted.
"No." Ville grinned at him.
"No?"
"No. Turn round love."
Raising a questioning eyebrow, Bam nonetheless turned and braced himself against the wall. Ville leaned against his body to kiss his neck again, sucking gently on his skin as he stroked his thighs. Slowly, the older man slid down the length of his body, kneeling behind him and pushing up the kilt.
"Oh fuck," Bam whispered as he felt hot breath ghost over his ass. Slick strong tongue licked along the line of his ass. "Yeah baby, oh fuck please yes."
"Need to clean you up," Ville chuckled breathily. He pushed his tongue deeper between his cheeks and licked over the entrance to his body.
"Oh, oh, oh fuck," Bam muttered, dropping his forehead onto his arms and pushing back. Ville gripped his hips and licked harder, tongue lapping strongly over and around his asshole, licking him clean. Shivers of heat and cold, need and want spread through him in waves, driving him quickly to the brink. Every muscle was tight, gut clenched, groin aching.
"Baby, please," Bam groaned, depserate for release. Ville's hands slid forwards, one wrapping round his cock, the other cupping his balls and he jacked him hard as he plunged his tongue into his body. Bam couldn't hold back a cry this time.
"Oh fuck!" he screamed, jerking back then forward hard, bucking as every cell seemed to explode and he broke apart under his husband's loving touch. "Baby, oh God, baby."
Ville held him tightly, kissing one cheek gently. "I've got you love."
"I know," Bam whispered. "You always have me. Love you baby."
"I love you too." Carefully Ville rearranged him, turned him round and stood up, kissing him softly. "We've probably missed the photographs.
Bam grinned. "Yeah but it was worth it."
"Yes," Ville said. "Not sure Tim will agree but yes."
Bam carefully tucked his lover back into his pants, zipping him up with a soft kiss. "Let's go baby."
Unlocking the door, they headed to the sinks to wash their hands, Ville flushing lightly at the look they were getting from the attendant. Bam just grinned, handing him a hundred dollar bill as they left.
They were just in time to join the line of guests filing into the reception hall.
Reaching O'Conner, the groom glared at them. "Where were you guys?"
Bam couldn't help his wide grin. "Asthma attack."
Tim pouted. "You're telling me you had sex on my wedding day before I had sex on my wedding day."
"Yes, yes we did."
"You bastards."
end