Here it is! The much awaited after the wedding time. Enjoy!


Justin kept grinning all the way home from the diner.

A very tiny part of me wasn't sure it was okay we'd left the kids with the munchers and Debbie, then again we needed at least a few hours on our own.

We were officially married.

I did it.

I did the thing that always freaked me out.

I did the thing I'd been willing to do with Justin since I found out I was having Munchkin.

And now that it was legal in Pennsylvania as well, we tied the knot.

Justin had the paper to attest it on his lap, peeking at it every now and then, before meeting my eyes and throwing me his Sunshine smile.

I parked askew in front of the house, for once not caring how the car was parked.

We rushed inside, and the second the front door was shut, I punched the alarm code with one hand and with the other, I pulled Justin closer, kissing him with hunger.

I backed him toward the stairs.

Justin yelped suddenly, bending to grab his foot. He taken his shoes off and it turned out to be a bad idea when he stepped on one of Munchkin's toys.

"Ow. Fuck."

"Not even here and we can still feel their presence," I joked.

"Not funny."

We continued groping and kissing all the way to our room, where we finished taking our suits off. After draping them on the back of a chair, I took Justin to the bed.

"No barriers tonight," he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.

I nodded in agreement. I had to feel him as close as humanly possible.

As I lay him on his back, I had a strong sense of déjà-vu when I saw Justin's trusting eyes and wide smile.

He might had felt the same, because he brought my head closer, biting on my bottom lip. "We've come such a long way, Brian. Sometimes, I still can't believe you're not sick of me yet."

"I think it's the other way round. I'm the lucky one."

"How about we're both extremely lucky to have met that night?"

"We are," I agreed, kissing him slowly.

He smiled softly, stroking my cheek. "Make love with me."

"Of course. Because, you know what comes after that?" I smirked.

Justin flushed, arching his back. "A good ol' fucking session?"

"Am I that predictable?" I feigned hurt.

He laughed. "Oh, you're anything but predicable, Brian!"

After preparing him thoroughly until he was purring in my arms, I entered him slowly.

"Oh, fuck yes." Justin moaned loudly, hooking his legs around my ass and effectively bringing me closer and deeper. "It feels better than ever before."

I wanted to roll my eyes and scold him, but he was right. Somehow, it felt different.

A few thrusts later, Justin pushed against my shoulder until I was on my back. Like all bossy bottoms, he loved topping me from the bottom.

I never denied him. He lost all control when he was riding me, and he had no idea how beautiful he was when he lost all inhibitions.

Justin intertwined our fingers, moving slowly, driving me crazy with each slow stroke. Somehow, he managed to keep that peace until we came undone together.

It was one hell of a powerful orgasm.

He slumped on my chest, breathing harshly. "You know what's different?"

"No?" I kept a hand on his sweaty back, creating circles with my finger.

"We aren't going to be interrupted."

"That's a nice change. I hope Lindsay can convince them to stay over the night there."

Justin chuckled. "I think you want too much. Maybe we can go away next weekend or something?"

"Where would you like to go?"

"Honestly, I don't really care. I'm sure you traveled more than me."

It wasn't really true. Whenever I had a vacation I went to the same destination. "I usually go to Ibiza, or the White Party, unless it's business which isn't as much fun as you'd think."

He tilted his head, grinning at me. "Sounds like fun. The first part, I mean."

I considered his words. "It's too early in the year for the White Party. That's at the end of November. We could go to Ibiza, but a couple of days wouldn't be enough."

"Then we make that our vacation destination this summer. We'll leave the kids with their grandmas and go away for a week."

"I'll talk with Cynthia and Theodore tomorrow."

"And I'll talk with Phil."

"It's settled. And coming November, we're going to the White Party in Miami."

Justin thanked me with a big kiss, before sliding down my body until he reached my cock.

Next, we took a bath. Justin loved to pour as much bubbles as Patrick and of course, with our added weight and especially when he got frisky, most of the water and bubbles ended on the tile.

I knew why I never liked baths. I preferred the good old shower.

After the disaster in the bathroom, I went to make us a couple sandwiches while Justin called Lindsay to see if they'd keep the kids overnight.

When he joined me in the kitchen, I knew our alone time was coming to an end.

"So Patrick expects to celebrate with us. He wants cake." Justin laughed.

"What cake?" I frowned, biting on my sandwich.

"He thinks celebrating means eating cake. We could drop by the sweet shop and buy cake after we pick them up."

"That's not as good as yours," I mumbled, even though I was aware I sounded like Patrick when he demanded sweets.

Justin took the other sandwich, narrowing his eyes. "You want me to bake a cake for us?"

I nodded, smiling. As much as I refused to acknowledge the fact that I loved sweets, I'd always praised Justin's cookies and cakes. He made them just right.

"That's awful of you," he joked. "But you are going to help me."

"Sure." I shrugged. "Chocolate cream cake."

"Is there any other kind?" He laughed.

While he worked on the batter, he showed me how to make the cream.

"Is this okay?" I checked for the tenth time.

"What do you think? How should that cream look?"

"Like this?"

"Exactly. Stop asking me. You better taste it and make sure it's not too sweet or too sour. I saw you poured too much cocoa."

It tasted perfectly and it was creamy enough. "Here." I scooped a dollop of chocolate cream on my finger and brought it to his mouth.

Justin sucked my finger clean. "More sugar. I think one more cup."

I did as instructed, but put less sugar than he said. I gave him to taste when I was done mixing it.

He was so focused on the task at hand, he didn't even tease me with licking my finger. It was very professional of him.

"Another tablespoon or two of sugar. And add some extract of almonds and rum."

"How about now?" I gave him another taste when I was done.

I made sure to smear his lips by mistake. He licked hit upper lips, beaming. "It's great! Now that I put the dough in the oven, you can put the cream in the fridge. We'll assemble it when we get home."

"Not so fast. I think you need another taste. I made lots of cream." I grabbed the tablespoon and brought it to his lips.

"I don't need another taste. You did great."

I still pushed the tablespoon against his lips, lifting it up, putting chocolate cream on his nose.

"Brian!"

I mock gasped. "Look at you, all dirty! Let me clean you up." Still holding the tablespoon, I leaned closer, licking his nose, before kissing him deeply.

Justin seemed to finally catch on, wrapping his fingers in my hair, keeping me close.

Between kisses, we licked the tablespoon clean, managing to put cream on our faces, more than I intended. I even touched the spoon to his hair completely by mistake.

"Now, this is a step up from the ice cream kisses," he joked, sucking at a spot on my left brow.

I noticed a few drops of chocolate cream on his bare chest and dived to clean him up. While I dug my tongue into his navel, I got an idea, and took his sweatpants off.

"What are you doing? We don't have much time."

I rolled my eyes. We had as much time as the dough took to bake. Thirty more minutes or so.

After sucking at his balls for a while to distract him, I coated my fingers in cream before wrapping them around his dick.

"Brian!" He shouted, scandalized.

I didn't wait to hear his protests. I went for the gold, taking him in my mouth. He tasted divine—pure essence of Justin combined with chocolate.

He kept his hands in my hair, gripping it as I sucked him dry.

I barely pulled away from him when he turned around, demanding me to fuck him. I missed seeing him so horny, and also being able to give in to our every desire.

With Justin bent over the counter, I pushed my pants down enough to have my dick out, before I entered him roughly. Justin gripped the counter, shouting my name louder and louder with every snap of my hips.

I knew he was going to come again, and it turned me on even more, knowing I had that effect on him.

Unable to resist another taste of Justin combined with chocolate cream, I traced a finger dipped in cream down his spine. Then I licked it clean, making him shudder and scream my name, falling apart in my arms.

I spilled deep inside him, slumping on his back.

We jumped, startled by the oven beeping that the time was up and the cake dough was baked.

A flushed Justin handed me a handful of paper tissues to clean him up, before he pulled his pants up. After washing his hands three times, he took the dough out of the oven.

I was buttoning my jeans when the doorbell rang.

"Can you see who is it?" He checked, kissing my cheek.

Not ready to face anyone, I opened the door. The last people I expected to see on our porch were Linz and Mel with the kids.

"Justin said thirty minutes. Two hours have passed since we talked," Mel muttered.

I blinked, so not ready to have our little rascals back. "Uh, yeah. Well, we got sidetracked."

Justin joined us, wrapping his arms around my waist. "We made a cake!"

Patrick squealed and Ruby clapped loudly.

"It's not done yet," I called after them when they rushed into the kitchen.

"Well, come in." Justin waved them inside. "Where's JR?"

"Michael and Ben stole her." Gus beamed, going after his siblings.

Justin led Lindsay to the sitting room. Melanie stalled and I had no idea why until she tapped the corner of her mouth, giggling.

I hurriedly wiped my mouth, thinking I had chocolate from earlier, but to my shock, it was cum.

"Bitch," I muttered, going after the kids while she went to the sitting room. "Hey!" I shouted when I found all three of them fighting over the chocolate cream. "After we coat the cake in it, you can lick the bowl."

"But it's yummy," Gus protested.

"I know." I smirked. "I did it, of course it's yummy."

"You?" All three of them asked in sync, stepping away from the bowl.

"I didn't poison it. Justin praised it, so I must have done it right."

"Yeah, your dad has hidden talents," Justin said from behind me, scaring the shit out of me. "Why don't you go sit down and we'll bring the cake soon?"

They listened like three obedient kids I knew they usually weren't...unless it was about sweets.

"Do you think we have enough cream left?" I joked.

"I think you put all of it in my hair." He turned around to show me the left side of his head, coated in chocolate. "And you should see your lips and around your mouth. Christ."

I touched my lips and I could feel the chocolate around my mouth. "Oh, well. They knew why we wanted to be alone. Besides, Melanie made sure to point out I had cum at the corner of my mouth."

Justin doubled over in laughter. "I can feel my dick sticky. Do you think it's polite to disappear upstairs to take a shower?"

"Only if you take me with you."

"No way! They already think we're depraved, no need to make it glaringly clear." He helped me clean the chocolate from my mouth, and after we assembled the cake, I took it to the sitting room while Justin rushed upstairs to shower.

"This is extremely good," Lindsay said with a smile. "Remind me to ask Justin the recipe for the cream."

"I can give it to you. After all, I made it."

Mel choked on her bite, especially when Lindsay asked about the special ingredient.

"Why don't you ask your husband? She figured it out already," I said mockingly.

Genuinely curious, Lindsay glanced at Melanie, who was turning green.

I rolled my eyes, before she could say something stupid in front of the kids. "It's the extract of almonds."

Lindsay's eyes sparkled. "That's genius. And I have to hand it to you, for your first, you did good."

"Justin seems to think so too." I grinned innocently.

"Stop, before I vomit," Melanie complained.

When Justin joined us, he sat on my lap, smiling broadly. He tried feeding me some cake, but I shook my head.

"I guess I had my fill."

Melanie groaned, pushing her plate away.

Ah, it was fun to get to her without even trying much.

But for once, I didn't care much about annoying Melanie. I was too happy to hold my husband tightly, while he chatted away with Lindsay about the cake.

I had no idea why marriage used to scare me.

If anything, it made things a lot better. Somehow, I loved Justin a little more now that he was officially mine.


Not as much hanky panky as I originally wanted, but I hope it turned out all right.