This is the final chapter of We Should Get Drunk More Often and it's Stan and Kyle's wedding night. This is a lemon and it is probably very disappointing, lemons are not my forte.


We Should Get Drunk More Often

Chapter 8: Ending in Style

"You just had to carry me in didn't you?" Kyle said as Stan carried him over the threshold and into the hotel room.

"Yep," Stan replied as Kyle pushed the room key into the slot.

Stan continued to carry him over to the bed, where he dropped Kyle and joined him on the bed.

"You couldn't just lay me down?"

Stan shook his head as he brought their lips together, he slid Kyle's blazer from his shoulders and moved his hands to undo the redhead's bowtie and knock his ushanka off. He deepened the kiss as he rolled them over, himself on top.

Stan broke the kiss as he unbuttoned Kyle's shirt, pressing his lips to the Jew's neck and gently sucking. He could hear Kyle sigh softly and he smiled as he admired the lovebite that he left behind.

He threw the shirt away, uncaring of where it landed and immediately went for Kyle's belt, unbuckling it and yanking it from the belt loops on Kyle's trousers.

"Jesus Stan," Kyle chuckled, "Calm down."

"I've been so horny since this morning," Stan admitted, "I woke up expecting morning sex and realised that your mom had kidnapped you the night before."

"She didn't kidnap me but I see your point."

Stan pulled Kyle's trousers and his boxers down his legs before moving back up to his hardening member. Stan smiled up at his husband before ghosting his lip across the tip.

"Don't you dare fucking tease me," Kyle growled.

"Why not?" Stan smirked, "I only want to drag out our wedding night as long as possible."

"If you hold out on me we won't have a wedding night."

Stan smiled before enveloping Kyle's tip with his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and drawing a low moan from his husband. He wrapped his hand around the base of Kyle's cock and began to slowly pump as he sucked.

Kyle let his hands run to the back of Stan's head as he instinctively bucked his hips. Stan noticed and held Kyle's hips down, allowing him to stay in control.

"Stop Stan," Kyle breathed, "I'm gonna cum."

Stan pulled off before Kyle was able to climax and Kyle instantly began to remove Stan's clothes. When Stan was completely unclothed, Kyle pulled him back down and kissed him hard.

"Let me get the lube," Stan breathed, getting up and going to his trousers. He fished the small bottle from the pocket and squirted some onto his fingers before returning to Kyle.

Stan kissed Kyle deeply as he reached down and below Kyle's balls to his hole, rubbing it gently to relax it before pushing a finger in. He swirled his finger around a few times and then added another finger. He spread his fingers out to prepare his husband suitably before pushing his fingers in as far as he could to reach the redhead's prostate, making Kyle moan into the kiss as he rubbed the bundle of nerves.

"Stan," Kyle whined, "Please."

Stan pulled his fingers out and squirted more lube into his palm to rub over himself, he guided his cock to Kyle's entrance and pushed in, drawing a long, satisfied moan from his husband as entered inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

"I love you so much," Stan breathed, pressing kisses all over Kyle's face, "You're so fucking beautiful."

"I love you too," Kyle whispered back as he wrapped his legs around Stan's waist and his arms around his waist, "You're so fucking hot."

Stan pulled half of his length out before pushing back in slowly, bringing a moan from Kyle. It wasn't going to be one of the furious fucks they were used to, they were making love tonight. Stan joined his lips to Kyle's, kissing him tenderly as he thrust against the Jew's prostate. Stan broke away from his husband's lips and moved down to suck on Kyle's neck, the sound of Kyle's moans spurring him on and bathing them both in ecstasy.

Kyle removed one of his arms to move down to his own cock but Stan gripped his wrist and moved it back to his neck.

"Let me make you feel good," Stan whispered in Kyle's ear, gently sucking on his earlobe. He squirted some lube into his palm and gripped Kyle's cock gently, stroking it in time with his thrusts and making Kyle moan his name.

"You sound amazing and you feel amazing," Stan was in complete awe, "You look amazing and you are amazing Kyle. I'm so lucky to have you in my arms, in my bed and as my own."

Kyle was about to reply, but it was lost in a moan as Stan hit his prostate again. He instead replied with, "Stan, I'm gonna…"

"Do it," Stan kissed him quickly, "Let me know what I do to you."

Kyle moaned loudly and released over Stan's hand, hitting his own chest and Stan's. His arse tightened with his orgasm and the feelings and sounds pushed Stan over the edge and he came into Kyle with a loud groan. He kissed the redhead deeply as he continued to thrust to milk himself of everything he had.

"Fuck, we need to clean up," Kyle panted.

"Why?" Stan laughed, "We're not done yet."

Kyle smiled at him and kissed him gently as Stan rolled off him. He noticed something on the dresser and pointed it out.

"What's that?"

Stan got up and walked over, it was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, there was a note at the side of it.

Hope you enjoy your private celebration!

From Kenny and Eric

P.S. I knew you two were fags all along! Na na na na na na ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Stan laughed at Kyle's sigh of disbelief as he read the message out loud, he popped the cork in the champagne bottle and poured some into the two glasses, taking them and the bottle back to the bed. He handed a glass to Kyle and set the bottle on the bedside cabinet.

"I've never had champagne before," Stan said as he wrapped an arm around his husband and pulled him close.

"Well I know how much you love your cheap beer," Kyle replied.

"Not as much as I love you though," Stan smiled.

"Oh God," Kyle mock-groaned, but a grin was on his face, "I'm going to be stuck with this for the rest of my life aren't I?"

Stan chuckled, "Damn right you are."

"It's amazing how all this started with getting drunk," Kyle said as he laid his head on Stan's shoulder, pointing up at a shirt hanging from the ceiling fan.

Stan laughed as nodded in agreement, "We should get drunk more often then."