Memory Lane (into the wild night) | ishman |

THAT Night (Part II) 🔞

(continuation of flashback)

They stare at each other, chests heaving, both taking a small moment to question it.

And maybe if they'd been sober they would have thought, rationally, that's a stupid thing to say, it's a stupid thing to do.

But instead, Shubman tucks himself back in his pants, Ishan grabs Shubman's hand and yanks him out of the stall, laughing as he says, "Then let's get fucking married!"

"Holy shit," Shubman replies, smile hazy and pink. He follows Ishan happily, giddy laughter coming from both of them. As soon as they're out of the bathroom, Shubman yanks Ishan back against his body, grunting into another deep kiss. "Gonna marry you so fucking hard."

"Mean it?" Ishan asks, hands wrapping around his neck.

"Mean it. Gonna marry you, then I'm gonna fuck yah all goddamned night," Shubman coos against his lips.

Ishan giggles into a kiss, lets himself be lifted bridal-style, fitting, into Shubman's arms. "Then let's fucking get to it!"

Shubman runs them out of the club, across the street, and into a big cheesy chapel with a giant red and white heart on the roof.

As soon as they're inside, there's an older looking man in makeup at the counter, smirking at the two of them as Shubman puts Ishan down and they pick out a pair of rings, messily sign a legal document of some kind, and are directed to one of the rooms. There's other drunk couples and parties all laughing and cheering everyone on, and they kiss as many as they can.

They hold hands as a person steps out, costume cut right down the middle to form a combination of a priest and a nun, and they start reading some cheesy vows, and a few other random witnesses clap as they look at each other, eyes glassy and bodies unsteady—

"Do you take this slutty little twink to be your husband?"

Shubman smirks, licking his lips and pulling Ishan into his body, one hand reaching down to grope his ass, before his deep voice hums out, "You fucking bet I do."

Ishan bites his lip, rolling his hips into Shubman's. He still hasn't come, still hard and definitely leaking a mess in his pants, but he can feel that, despite all the drinking, Shubman's got it back up to. This honeymoon is going to be wild.

"And do you take this sexy, strong looking, hunk of a man to be your husband?"

Ishan nods, "Oh yes please, I sure would like to!"

"Then say it baby!"

"I DO!" Ishan shouts. Before anyone gets the chance to pronounce them as anything, They're making out again, sloppy and wet, but it is met with the cheers of their little audience.

"Congrats HUSBANDS! Now go out in the world and make some babies, or die trying!"

They run out of the chapel while the patrons throw confetti and rice at them, and race back to the Palms Resort.

"Can't believe we just did that!" Ishan says in disbelief, lacing his fingers with Shubman's as they pause in the middle of the hotel lobby. "You really want little old men for a wife?"

Shubman nods, bringing their hands up to his lips, carefully kissing the back of Ishan's knuckles. "You're gonna be a great little wife, I can tell."

When the bells and chimes of slots ring out from the casino hall, feet away. His eyes widen with excitement, "Oh! Let's go there first!"

"You sure?" Shubman asks, looking in the direction of the busy hall.

"Yeah! Win me some money, hubby, prove you're gonna provide for me!"