Shotgun Wedding

Living Room Wedding

A/N:  We are almost at the end of this story.

But enjoy this one love.

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"No, I will not tell your family we're already married. They will slit my neck."

"They won't. They love you!"

"I'm not going to tell them!"

"But you're my husband! You're supposed to do the stuff I don't want to do for me."

"If that's what you think marriage is about, I will end you." Gulf said.

Mew leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh.

"Okay, how about this..." he began anew after minute.

"No!" Gulf said. "Fuck, just get the rings out of the glove compartment and let them figure it out on their own for Gods' sake!"

"I'm taking no responsibility for this," Mew said as he took the rings from where they had hid those hours before. He put his own back on before giving the other one to Gulf. "I still think easing them into it would be better."

"You've had a year to do that," Gulf pointed out, like they have been secretly married for a year and Mew had just the nerve to say that to him now. He parked in front of the house, turned off the car. "It will be fine. Just remember that we have your brilliant smile and being the only boy among of the siblings to distract them with."

"I will give you morning blowjobs for a year."

Gulf turned his head from the road to give Mew an unimpressed look.

"Don't look like that!" Mew said. "I give awesome blowjobs."

"Yeah," Gulf agreed, turning into the small road leading up to Mew's parents' house. "But it's still a no."

"Two years."

"Stop it."

"I'll do all the cleaning for a year."

"Still no."

"Oh, come on!" Mew threw his hands into the air. "What do you want me to do – beg?"

Gulf gave him an amused glance. "Love, you kind of already do."

They were getting closer to the house and Mew was apparently trying out a new tactic in his desperation, leaning in close to Gulf, breathing against his ear, tongue flicking out to trace the shell. "Come on, baby. I'll do whatever you want me to."

Gulf shuddered at his words, despite himself, but stood his ground.

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"This is preposterous," Gulf said. Everyone ignored him. He gave Thanya a hard look. "I can't believe you gave in." Thanya was the only one they told, since Mew were unable to keep anything from him. "I hate your sister," he informed Mew.

"Stop whining," Pailin shouted from where she was relaxing on the couch, feet in Tee's lap.

It was amazing how many people Mew's parents had been able to squeeze into their living room – not only Mew's gigantic family, but most of his and Gulf's friends as well. Gulf hated them all right now.

"We don't need another wedding day," he insisted. No one cared. Lilly compellingly moved him into place beside Mew in front of the fireplace while Mew's mother was busy handing out tissues to various people. Uncle Alberto grabbed a whole wad in preparation.

Thanya moved in front of them, more fancied up than the grooms themselves in a suit and polished, gleaming shoes and tied-back hair. He had to remove the tie. But beside the grooms – one in a simple button down and slacks and the other in an old thermal and jeans – he looked impeccably well-dressed.

"SHUT UP!" She suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, terrifying the hell out of Gulf and astonishingly managing to make the guests fall almost completely silent.

"So," she began once the room was silent enough, "We are gathered here today since these two idiots thought they could get out of a real wedding by getting drunk-married in Macau."

"It wasn't exactly..." Gulf begun.

"The grooms are supposed to shut the hell up too," Thanya interrupted him. "I'm talking now. You'll get your moment. As I said, we are gathered here today to marry these two morons properly. I'm going to bypass the part where I ask if anyone objects to this, because they have already been married for a year – and, speaking of that, mom wants to have a thorough talk about what the heck you were doing last time you are here with both of you afterwards and don't think this being your wedding day will get you out of it. So, yeah, they have already been married for a while and they are both still alive and since I managed to walk in on them in the kitchen, no less, three days ago, I would say their sex life is fine as well."

Gulf face-planted into Mew's shoulder and he patted his arm consolingly.

"Mew, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to love and hold for the rest of your life?"

Mew held up the ring Lilly had pulled off Gulf's finger the moment they stepped inside the door, and took his hand. "I do," he said, grinning, sliding the ring back on.

"Gulf, whine-ass, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to love and hold for the rest of your life? And you better say yes, because I am perfectly capable of kicking your ass."

Mew grunted.

"I do." Gulf said, rewarding Mew with a kiss as he put his ring on.

"Hey, hey!" Thanya protested, swatting at them until they reluctantly pulled away from each other. "None of that until I give permission!" she glared at them both for a few seconds for good measure. "Now, you might kiss each other. And hurry up, I'm hungry." She added.

"Shut up!" most of the family members quieted Thanya down, which she pouted about while munching a muffin.

*** to be continued ***

I don't have any author's note today. But be safe and take always love.

Thank you for reading my work.

ren 💙