This is it, you guys! Because you love the story so much, I decided to give you final chapter now rather than tomorrow. I mean, it's the end anyway. Thank you so much for liking this story. I'll let Roger finish up now.
Wow. I can't believe it. Mark and I are married. That sounds so fucking surreal, but yet so great. I'm a married man. That just doesn't sound right, but it does. Who woulda guessed that Roger Davis - rock star extraordinaire and groupie lover - would actually settle down with one person? But I guess that's what just happened. And now, standing in the veranda after the wedding and talking to my friends and mother-in-law, I don't regret it one bit. I looked over at my husband, who was talking to Joanne and making sure she captured every single minute of it on his camera, and I smiled at him. He smiled back at me and walked in my direction. Joanne then brought out a man who looked about 30, in a brown suit and short black hair and said, "Hey guys, this is Jonathan Gray, an associate from my law firm. He'll be officiating the signing of the marriage certificate."
Mark and I both shook hands with him and greeted him. "Congratulations, gentlemen." He said with a warm smile. "That was a very touching ceremony indeed. Now all you need to do is sign this certificate which will make your marriage official and legal. I need a signature from each of you, as well as two witnesses from either side, please." Joanne held the camera and continued filming us as we made our way to the table with the form sitting on it. I chose Mimi and Collins as my witnesses, so they both signed their names first and then I signed mine, Roger James Davis. Then Mark was next. His witnesses, his mom and Maureen, signed their names first, and then Mark signed his. I couldn't believe it, but tears just sprang forth from my eyes as I saw the name with which he had signed: Mark Elijah Cohen-Davis. He was mine. He was really mine. I took him in my arms and held him so tightly to me as everyone whooped and applauded for us. We shared a brief but loving kiss, and he whispered, "I love you, Roger Davis."
I whispered back to him, "I love you too, Mark Cohen-Davis."
I eyes met each other and we just smiled. We both knew what the other was thinking; how lucky we were to have each other in our lives. And we truly were.
Evening fell upon us, as we all hung around in the reception hall, drinking champagne and chatting away. The tables were decorated with purple tulips and pink confetti, and the rest of the hall was adorned with pink steamers and blue and purple balloons. We had requested Father Gary to join us, but he declined, saying, "I'm sorry son, but I must get back to the church. Thank you for the offer though. Congratulations to both of you, and I wish you a very happy married life. But let me tell you this, marriage is all about love, trust and communication. Don't you ever stop loving and talking to each other and you'll be just fine. May God bless you both." We hugged him and thanked him profusely for getting us married, and then he left. Just then, Mark's mom – Sarah, rather – got our attention by clinking on her champagne glass. We all took our seats, Roger and I right next to each other, and turned to face her. She cleared her throat, then began:
"Welcome everybody, thank you for coming here today to celebrate the marriage of my special boy and his love." Everyone whistled at us upon this remark, and I reached out and squeezed Mark's hand as his face turned pink. "Boys, all I can say is, you are so lucky because you have something that the rest of us would die for. You have so much love and devotion towards each other. Please hold onto that, as tightly as possible, and don't ever let it go. I love you both so much." She wiped her tears away with her hand and smiled at both of us. Mark smiled widely and mouthed an I love you to her. She mouthed I love you back to him, followed by a flying kiss. I mouthed a thank you to her and hugged her warmly as she took a seat on our table. Next was Collins. He walked to the front of the hall, champagne glass in hand, and began:
"I remember this one time when I walked into the loft without knocking, as usual, and I found these two sitting on the couch, half naked, trying to draw matching heart-shaped tattoos on each other's butts. Only, they weren't doing it right, so the hearts ended up looking like shrivelled-up potatoes instead. I spent the rest of the night consuming bottles of Stoli and trying to get the disturbing image out of my head that my two gay friends had matching potato tattoos on their asses." Everyone burst out laughing at this, except for Mark who blushed a deep crimson and me who threw a spoon at Collins in fake-anger, which ended up hitting the wall anyway. But I still giggled, as did Collins. Man, how much champagne had he had? He then continued, "But you know what? You never needed those ugly tattoos anyway. I always knew you guys were meant for each other. So, on behalf of everyone here, I wanna congratulate you on making it this far. I wish you many many happy years together. You bitches are my best friends and I love you both!" We both smiled warmly at him. He raised his glass high and proclaimed, "Now I want everyone to get off their asses and repeat after me: TO MARK AND ROGER!"
There was a whole drunken chorus of "TO MARK AND ROGER!" echoing through the hall, Maureen's being the loudest of all, and then we all took a sip of champagne. Mark and I shared a soft little kiss as everyone cheered for us. We all sat down and enjoyed a nice bohemian dinner, catered by the Life and paid for by Benny. After dinner, Mimi emerged with a gorgeous white wedding cake, with two little sugar men dressed in suits sitting on the top, and a pretty silver knife with a white ribbon tied around it. Mark and I held the knife in one hand and cut the cake together, as everyone cheered and Joanne filmed. We shared a kiss and we fed each other a piece of wedding cake. Then we all helped ourselves to a piece of cake each and just sat around talking to each other, but I disappeared from the dining area and re-appeared on the stage, where the Well Hungarians were all set up with their instruments. Then suddenly, as I requested, the lights went down and a dim spotlight was fixed on me. I slung my Fender over my shoulder, adjusted the microphone, and I spoke:
"Hey guys, how you doin?" I strummed a few notes with my finger. "Um, this song here is for my husband and life partner, Mark. I love you to death baby; I just want you to know how much." His smile was bright enough to light up a world of darkness. I played the intro, and then launched into the first verse:
If I had to live my life without you near me
The days would all be empty
The nights would seem so long
With you I see forever oh so clearly
I might have been in love before
But it never felt this strong
Our dreams are young and we both know
They'll take us where we want to go
Hold me now, touch me now
I don't want to live without you
I locked my eyes with him as I sang the chorus, so that he would know exactly how I felt.
Nothing's gonna change my love for you Nothing's gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
One thing you can be sure of
I'll never ask for more than your love
You ought to know by now how much I love you
The world may change my whole life through
But nothing's gonna change my love for you
Mark watched me with tears in his eyes. I just continued singing. He was such a special guy, and he deserved a special song that described exactly how I felt. I smiled at him and continued the song:
If the road ahead is not so easy
Our love will lead the way for us
Like a guiding star
I'll be there for you if you should need me
You don't have to change a thing
I love you just the way you are
So come with me and share the view
I'll help you see forever too
Hold me now, touch me now
I don't want to live without you…..
Nothing's gonna change my love for you Nothing's gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
The world may change my whole life through
But nothing's gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
One thing you can be sure of
I'll never ask for more than your love, my love
As I played the guitar solo in between, everyone got off their chairs and gathered on the dance floor to watch me sing. Mark stood right in front, squeezing Maureen's hand, as he smiled at me through his tears. I sang the chorus one last time with as much gusto as I could, and then played the last notes on my guitar. My friends burst into cheers and applause as I laid my guitar on the stage and jumped off the stage and into Mark's arms, hugging him tightly. We kissed and hugged and mumbled I love you's to each other over and over again. "Thank you so much, baby. That was beautiful" he whispered through his tears. Then the band took over, playing a series of ballads as we all slow-danced with each other; me with Mark, Maureen with Joanne, Mimi with Benny and Collins with my mother-in-law. It was a cute sight really. Mark sighed and rested his head on my shoulder and we both held each other gently and swayed to the slow music. I sighed and kissed my Jewish's lover's forehead. What an amazing day it had been.
After about an hour of dancing, everyone was tired and drunk and wanted to go home. But Mark and I, we were far from tired. Our friends helped us back to the loft, congratulating us some more and promising to come by the next morning. I begged my mom to stay but she said she needed to get home. So she gave each of us hugs and kisses and said, "Congratulations again, boys. I'm so happy for you. I wish you all the love and happiness in the world. Roger, please take care of my Marky; and Mark, please take care of Roger. Such a loving guy like him is so hard to come by. Good luck, boys! I love you." And with that, she left the loft, got into her car, and drove home. When we were finally alone, I swept Mark into my arms and held him tightly, kissing his amazing lips.
"I love you, honey", I mumbled into his mouth.
"I love you so much". His voice dropped to a whisper as he placed my hand on his thigh. "Touch me. I want you so badly."
Without another word, I picked him up and carried him to our bedroom, where I locked the door behind me. We pulled off each other's clothes and threw them on the floor, and Mark tried to shove me into the bed, but I put my hands on his to steady him. "Hey, easy there baby. What's the rush? We got the rest of our lives." He blushed as I said this. I murmured, "Come on. This is our wedding night. Let's make it special." I lit a few candles by our bedside and switched the light blub off. The whole room was bathed in a warm, natural light. I crawled towards my husband, who was naked and lying on the bed waiting for me, and laid myself on top of him. I kissed his lips fiercely, then his neck, and his chest, nipples and all down the rest of his body. I took his length into my mouth and licked and sucked on it just the way he liked, and he screamed my name as he came into my mouth. I licked up his sweet essence and kissed him passionately. I moaned as he tasted himself on my tongue, another thing he loved. Then I picked up his scarf and tied his arms to the bed head with it, tugging it to make sure it was firm yet gentle. I knelt above him and gazed at his beautiful, pale body which was now shiny with sweat. Mark looked deep into my eyes and mumbled, "Take me, please. I want you". His baby-blue eyes were dark with desire. I opened a condom, rolled it onto my hardened erection, and gently pushed myself into his body. He moaned "Roger, oh Roger……harder. Please." I pushed myself deeper, waited a minute for him to adjust to the feeling, and started thrusting my hips in a steady rhythm. His hips followed mine and we both grinded our crotches together, moaning each other's names. When I felt myself near the edge, I screamed his name:
"Marky, I'm gonna come….I can't…I'm gonna….MAAAAAAARRRRKK," as I exploded into the condom and he came onto my chest. We stopped a minute to catch our breaths, and shared a quick kiss. I cleaned his seed of my chest with some tissues and disposed of my condom. I rolled a fresh one onto my cock and another one on Mark's, and then I lowered myself onto his groin until his rock-hard organ got buried deep inside me. We once again build up a strong, steady rhythm as we thrust ourselves against each other. Once Mark couldn't hold on any longer, he whimpered my name and released his essence into the condom. I yelled his name and came just a few seconds after him. I collapsed onto his chest and we both tried to regain our oxygen supply. I turned my head to look at him, our faces and bodies covered with sweat, and I smiled at him. He smiled back, and whispered:
"Wow Roger, out of all the times we made love, that just had to be the best ever."
I winked at him. "Well, why not. It is our wedding night, isn't it?" I disposed of both our condoms, wiped us up, untied his hands and flopped down on the bed. Mark curled his body around mine and brushed my hair out of my eyes. "I love you so much," said he.
"Don't you ever get tired of saying that?" I asked as I gently stroked my fingers across his back.
"Never," he said as he scooted over to kiss me.
"Good, coz neither do I", I grinned and kissed him back. "Oh and by the way, I love you too", I whispered to him. He laid himself on top of me and kissed me more passionately.
"I don't want this to end, baby. Please," he murmured. And so we spent the rest of the night lovingly touching, kissing and fondling one another until we both gradually drifted off to sleep. For the first time this week, I enjoyed a happy, satisfied slumber.
We woke late up the next morning in each other's arms, as the sun shone brightly through our window. My husband and I shared a quick grope-fest when the phone rang. Not bothering to pick it up, we just waited for the answering machine to get it. In a few minutes, we heard "SPEEEEEEEEEEAK!", followed by Maureen's shrieking voice going: "Hey boys! Had a good night? Listen, the whole gang's coming over to the loft in one hour, so you better haul your asses outta bed NOW!"
I groaned and tried to slip under the sheets, but Mark pulled them off me. "Come on baby, you heard 'em. Let's get dressed. They're gonna be here soon."
"But I wanna stay here with you," I whined.
"But we've got the rest of our lives for that….don't we?" he asked me with a twinkle in his baby blue eyes.
I smiled at him. "Yes, baby. Yes we do." I leaned forward and kissed him warmly. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed me back. He regarded me with a dramatically thoughtful expression and said:
"Ya know, I think were gonna be very happy together, don't you?"
I continued kissing him while replying, "Yes indeed. I think so too."
And you know what? We were right. All we needed in our lives was each other. And that was all we ever wanted.
-The End-
And that's it! BTW that gorgeous song is "Nothing's Gonna change my love" by Glenn Medeiros. One of my absolute favourites.