Coming Home: The Davis Brothers

18. Ben And Benji

***SMUT!!**

Benji paced back and forth in the lobby. He felt like the bottom was going to drop out of his stomach while waiting for their appointment.

He heard the creak of the men's room door and turned. Ben stepped out, wiping his hands on his pants. If Benji didn't feel like he was going to throw up, he would have taken the time to check out how nice his man looked. They were dressed alike, each in black slacks and a white linen shirt. It wasn't too dressy, but it was still stylish and, more importantly, very comfortable. Benji was surprised that Ben picked out the clothing for the big day, since Ben was more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. But Ben admitted that Lonnie helped; his friend just didn't know what the clothes were for. Benji felt that Ben pulled off the outfit better. The shirt looked good on his big frame. Benji looked down at Ben's feet and noticed his big boots, the ones he always wore. He couldn't help but smile.

"Don't be nervous, baby."

Benji took in a deep breath. "I can't help it."

Ben looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned. He looked towards the front door.

Benji turned and looked at the clock. Just shy of an hour to go.

The door to the Justice of the Peace's office opened and two women exited, holding hands. They were both wearing white suits. They looked at Benji and Ben and smiled warmly at them as they walked past.

Benji waved and smiled back and all of his nerves evaporated as he watched the couple laughing and hugging each other.

He looked up at Ben as he took his hand. He moved in close and Ben put an arm around him. Ben led him over to a bench and the two sat down to wait their turn.

"Finally," Ben grumbled.

Benji looked up and followed Ben's gaze.

Brandon and Lonnie rushed in the front door and hurried over to Benji and Ben.

Benji stood up with Ben, his mouth open in shock.

"Oh my god!" Lonnie squealed and grabbed Benji in a tight hug. "I can't believe it!"

"What are you doing here?" Benji asked, looking between Lonnie and Brandon, who was hugging his brother.

Ben put his hand on Benji's back. "You didn't think we'd get married without our two best men, do you?"

Benji wrapped his arms around Ben and laid his head on his big man's chest and squeezed him tight. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

Benji let go of Ben and looked back at Brandon and Lonnie accusingly. "Wait a minute. What did you do with Toby? You're supposed to be watching him."

"Toby and Ricky are back in our motel room," Lonnie said. "We're in the same motel as you guys."

Brandon grunted. "Do you know what it's like driving two little dogs halfway across the country? When the both of them weren't running back and forth across the backseat from window to window, they were squeaking those fucking toys. Driving me fucking crazy. After Ricky pissed in the backseat of my truck, I almost threw him out the god damn window with Toby's god damn stuffed duck. Then we had to stop every five fucking minutes to make sure they wouldn't have an accident."

Benji looked at Lonnie and the two of them struggled, trying not to laugh at the grumpy bear.

Benji then gave Lonnie a stern look. "Did you know what Ben was going to do?"

Brandon and Ben both laughed and Brandon answered for him. "No. You know Lonnie would have blabbed before you even got on the road."

Lonnie spun on his heels and put a hand on his hip. "Hey, I can keep a secret."