A/N: Greetings!

Sorry about the long wait. I was in that singing competition again. If you're wondering, my classical duet won first, and I won my folksong class with a mark of 87 that could potentially qualify me to win a trophy. yay soprano powerz

Well yeah, this chapter is, unfortunately, not the wedding. Not yet. You see, I'm at a bit of a loss for ideas on what to do about that… If any of you wonderful humans would like to assist me with writing the wedding/write it yourself, by all means DO IT, just PM me/talk to me face to face first. Many thanks

Coincidentally, this is the longest chapter yet (there is some drama btw), clocking in at nearly 2000 words. I have a feeling that they will only get longer from here.

One more thing before I go, if you haven't read/reviewed the rest of my Guys and Dolls fics, especially my three other Bicelys, PLEASE do!

Me loves you.

Hugs and kisses,

BWR

P.S. Ophie Southstreet is the coolest OC *bounces*

Stuart eyed his brother, puzzled. "So you mean to tell me..."

The elder Johnson sighed. "Yes, for the last time, I'm getting married to another man. What's the big deal?"

"Alex, it's just... that's not how it's supposed to work."

Nicely was becoming impatient. "I don't care that it ain't normal! I love Benny, and I'm going to marry him!"

Stuart averted his eyes. "You're my big brother, and you've always been a role model to me, l... It doesn't seem like you to do something so... wrong."

Nicely gaped. "Wrong? Stuart, I can't believe that you would say..."

The nineteen-year-old sighed. "You know that guys aren't supposed to love each other..."

Nicely got up out of the chair, towering over his little brother. "I thought you were old enough to understand. Not everyone's the same, Stuart. I love Benny, and you can't change that."

The younger man slumped down further.

"And," Nicely continued furiously, "To think I was going to ask you to be my best man... I can't believe it. You're a terrible brother, Stuart Johnson."

With that, Nicely stormed out of his brother's hotel room. He tried to regain his composure as he speed-walked down the street. It stung that his own little brother was so opposed to his upcoming marriage. The two Johnson boys had always been so close, and Nicely had assumed that Stuart would be more open to his choice of partner.

Nicely had calmed down as he reached his and Benny's apartment ten minutes later. He was surprised to hear conversation as he entered; he was not expecting anyone other than Benny. He was slightly disconcerted as he reached the living room as saw his fiancé chatting with a tall, slim woman with long, wavy red hair.

Benny noticed Nicely that had returned and smiled.

"Hello, Nicely!" he greeted.

"Hey, Benny..." Johnson replied, looking at the woman skeptically.

"Oh, Nicely;" Southstreet said, gesturing to his female companion, "this is my older sister, Ophelia."

Nicely was relieved. Ophelia smiled as she stood and rushed over to meet him.

"So you're Nicely Johnson?" she asked.

"Yes, I am, Miss Southstreet," he replied, looking up at the taller woman.

"Just call me Ophie," she said, before turning to Benny, "You sure found a gentleman."

Benny smiled. "I sure did."

Ophelia grinned widely before turning back to give Nicely a tight hug. "If you're wondering, I am totally excited for the wedding."

Nicely smiled and hugged his future sister-in-law. "I'm glad to hear it."

She pulled away and led Nicely to the couch so that he was sitting between to two Southstreet siblings.

The three talked for a while, and Benny was glad to see that his husband-to-be got along very well with his sister.

"So, Nicely," he said, "how did it go with your brother?"

Nicely frowned. "Well, uh... I told Stuart... But... he didn't react very well...

Benny was a bit discouraged. "Oh… How bad was it?"

"He said that… it was wrong."

"And you said?"

"I told him that he was a terrible brother, and I left."

"Well, that wasn't very nice of you," Ophelia said.

"He had a good reason to say it," Benny interjected.

"I wish I could make him see how much I love you, Benny," Nicely told him.

The younger Southstreet smiled at his fiancé. "I could talk to him."

"No, you shouldn't."

"I can be pretty convincing."

"But… I don't want him to…"

"To what? Stuart can't hurt me, Princess. It's about time I met your brother, anyway."

Johnson sighed. "Alright, fine. Just… be nice, alright? I want to convince him that I'm making the right choice."

Benny got up. "Don't worry about it, babe. It'll be fine, I promise."

"Okay."

Benny leaned down to press his lips to the younger man's. As they kissed, he dragged his tongue across Nicely's lower lip, and Johnson opened his mouth slightly. Benny accepted the invitation and deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping him.

"Whoa, guys, keep it clean," said Ophelia, averting her eyes.

Benny reluctantly pulled away, glaring at his older sister. "Shut up, Ophie."

She smirked.

"Well, see you both later," Benny said as he left the apartment.

Ophelia smiled as she heard the door close. "My brother really loves you, Nicely."

Johnson grinned. "Yeah. I love him too."

"I'm really glad he met you. I think you saved him."

"Saved him? From what?"

The elder Southstreet turned to face Nicely. "Well, I was okay with him gambling, but before he met you, he… well he was with a lot of different girls. You knew about that, right?"

Nicely nodded.

She frowned at the memory. "I was beginning to worry that he'd never settle down, that he'd be doomed to spending the rest of his life sleeping with any and every doll he met. I'm so glad to finally see him in a committed relationship, and you're such a great guy, I know he'll always be faithful too you. I couldn't be happier for you two."

Johnson grinned. "Thanks, Ophie."

"You're welcome, Nicely."

She paused for a second, before adding:

"You know, Nicely, I'm terribly jealous of you two."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I have never seen two people so in love."

Nicely blushed slightly.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee; The more I have, for both are infinite."

Johnson was confused. "Um, what?"

She laughed. "Sorry, that was a Shakespeare quote. It just works perfectly with you and Benny."

Nicely smiled.

"My father was quite fond of Shakespeare, actually. So much that he named his children after characters from his plays. Ophelia Juliet Southstreet, and - wait, has Benny ever told you his middle name?"

Johnson shook his head.

"Yeah, he's pretty embarrassed by it. Oberon. Benvolio Oberon Southstreet."

Nicely laughed. "Wow. With a name that long, no wonder he goes by Benny."

She laughed too. "Yeah. He doesn't let anyone call him by his full name, you should try it, see if he makes an exception for his fiancé."

"Maybe."

Meanwhile, Benny knocked on the door of the hotel room that Stuart was supposed to be occupying. A few seconds after the knock, a man who looked strikingly like Nicely answered. He was even shorter than Nicely, with wide hazel eyes and short blond hair.

"Are you Stuart Johnson?" Benny asked.

"Yes…"

"I'm Benny Southstreet, pleasure to meet you," he said, extending his hand.

Stuart shook it timidly. "You're my brother's…"

"Fiancé, yes."

"Okay… Please, come in."

"Thank you," Benny said, entering the quaint hotel room.

Somewhat awkward, Stuart sat down in an armchair, and Benny sat across from him.

"So, Stuart," Southstreet said, "Nicely told me he talked to you earlier."

Johnson fidgeted uncomfortably. "Uh... yeah..."

Benny looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Okay, look, Benny, I really don't understand this marriage... I have nothing against either you or my brother, but... it's just not... right..."

The older man sighed. "What don't you find right about it?"

"Oh, you know... Marriage is supposed to be between a man and a woman, who love each other."

"But, Mister Johnson, your brother and I, we do love each other. I love Nicely more than I could ever love a doll, and he loves me the same."

"I just..."

"Stuart, I understand that you like girls, and I'm fine with that. But you have to understand that some guys like other guys. Nicely and I, we're those guys. We love each other and we want to spend our lives together. And I promise that I'll take better care of him than any doll ever could."

Stuart looked Benny in the eye. "I suppose if both of you are happy, there's nothing wrong with it..."

Benny smiled. "Thank you, Stuart. It means a lot to us."

The younger Johnson didn't return Benny's grin. "You think Alex will forgive me?"

"Your brother's a very sensitive and emotional man. He probably didn't mean to say what he did; he was just reacting in the moment. You'll see, he'll come around."

About ten minutes later, Benny and Stuart entered the apartment. Upon noticing his fiancé's return, Nicely rushed to him.

"How did it go?"

"You can see for yourself," Benny answered, gesturing to Stuart.

Nicely realized his brother was there and turned to him.

"Alex... I'm sorry. I realize now that you and Benny are meant for each other, and it doesn't make a difference that you're both guys. Can you forgive me?"

Nicely's expression softened. "Of course I can forgive you, Stuart. Thank you."

The younger Johnson brother smiled as the taller man hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry I called you a terrible brother," Nicely said.

"It's alright."

The older of the two pulled away from the hug, a happy expression still on his face.

"And Stuart," he said, "I don't think I ever properly asked you... will you be my best man?"

The shorter man smiled widely. "Yes, I would be honoured."

It was late into the night when the four had finally stopped chatting. Stuart had returned to his hotel room, Ophelia was sleeping in Nicely's old room, and Benny and Nicely were cuddled up in their own bed.

Benny had his arms wrapped around his fiancé's shoulders, holding the younger man close to him. They were quiet for a long time, before Nicely couldn't contain his question any longer.

"Benny, can I ask you somethin'?"

"Of course, Princess."

"Is your middle name really Oberon?"

Benny sighed. "Did Ophelia tell you that?"

"Yes, but that didn't answer my question."

"Fine, then. Yes, my middle name is Oberon."

"Why do you hate it so much?"

"I just hate my entire name, really. It's too long, and formal."

"I like it."

Benny raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's... sexy."

Southstreet smiled. "Glad you think so."

Nicely reached out to run his fingers through his fiancé's hair. He brought him closer, and claimed Benny's lips with his own. Benny quickly won dominance over the other man, his tongue skillfully overpowering Nicely's. Johnson whimpered into the kiss. The taller gambler slowed his actions, becoming gentler. He climbed on top of Nicely and continued, aware that this time, his sister wasn't there to stop him. He slowly explored Nicely's mouth, softly caressing the younger man's tongue with his own. Benny kept going for quite a while, before separating their mouths and allowing his slow, deliberate kisses to migrate from Nicely's lips, to his cheek, to his neck. Johnson kept his eyes closed as he relished the feeling of Benny's soft lips against his skin. Southstreet kissed his way back up to Nicely's chin, and then rubbed his nose against the other man's. Nicely opened his eyes at the gesture. Benny was hovering over him, a satisfied look on his face.

"I love you, Benvolio."

Southstreet smiled. "Likewise, Alexander."