Ties-Freewood

"I am going to get so bloody wasted." Gavin teased as he watched Michael adjust his tie, the older man rolling his eyes; they both knew the Brit was likely going to drink quite a bit, but he wouldn't go over the edge as he promised.

"Same." Ray blurted, causing the others to snicker. "Seriously though, that cake looked delicious."

"Ray no. What would the fans say?" Michael put on a face of mock-horror.

"Fuck the fans. Cake is fantastic." He squirmed in his chair, uncomfortable in the black suit hugging his body. "Let's hope this doesn't go on for ages. I'm already fucking starving."

"I'm literally going to give the longest fucking speech now, just because of that." Michael winked at Gavin jokingly and they followed the groom out of the small room, the eldest's brother joining them. 

"You ready for this?" Gavin looked him in the eyes, noting the nervous excitement in his chocolate irises.

"Ready." He nodded harder than necessary, disturbing his short curls. "No backsies." He cracked a grin before opening the doors and making his way down the aisle. Lindsay wasn't there yet, of course, but many of the guests were and the small group of men were met with reassuring smiles throughout the crowd. Ray took his seat next to Tina but the others continued up until they stood at the altar, Michael immediately beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet in anticipation.

Gavin's eyes flitted over the crowd, occasionally acknowledging a friend and checking out what everyone was wearing. His gaze stopped suddenly on the older man sitting by his lonesome, looking rather bored yet incredibly graceful in his suit as he waited. Ryan's eyes met Gavin's and he smirked, making the Brit's heart stop. His throat suddenly felt too tight and a giddy feeling spread through him because holy shit did Ryan look good in a suit. A million dirty thoughts ran through Gavin's mind all at once and his face flushed. 

He felt embarrassed, really, and reminded himself firmly that Ryan was just a friend; a smart, funny, witty, sexy... stunning... beautiful... Wait, stop. Gavin shook his head once, his brow furrowing as he mentally reprimanded himself for such thoughts. He averted his gaze to see Michael looking back at him with the most smug grin, and he scowled.

"Hey..." Michael leaned in, whispering. "Guess who I placed you to sit by later." His pupils flitted to Ryan knowingly and Gavin spluttered.

"I... um!" He sighed in defeat, giving Michael a thankful look. "You're my boi."

"My boi." Michael winked once again before a soft music began playing and he straightened, looking to the opening door. The flower girl entered first, looking sweet and angelic in her small dress as she tossed flower petals onto the floor. There were "aww"'s throughout the pews and she waved graciously at her proud father. Bridesmaids followed in her wake, all in their matching dresses, and lined up opposite of the groomsmen.

Then, as the music rose, she came. Lindsay, so incredibly beautiful in her flowing dress, holding a bouquet, became visible, striding towards them with purpose and smiling so wide her cheeks dimpled. She locked eyes with Michael and a half-sob/half-laugh escaped her, tears already streaming down her face. She took Michael's hand in her own, absolutely shining with joy, and even Michael's eyes began to look wet.

"There's still time for you to run." Michael jested and Lindsay giggled.

"You wish you were that lucky, asshole."

"Oh, I'm definitely lucky."

-

When had so many people been at the wedding? Gavin was trying to find his table, but holy shit there were dozens of guests in his way, laughing and chatting and sharing congratulations. He glanced down at his number again, making sure he was on the right track, and looked around to check his surroundings.