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Raylan stared at the price-tag on the suit, it was a lot, a lot more than he should be spending on a suit for an event. But this time he wanted to do it right, he really wanted to look his best for Tim and if he couldn’t splurge once in a while what was the point.
Eight hundred and fifty dollars was quite a splurge. The suit was black, impeccably cut and fit Raylan’s lean frame perfectly. White silk shirt, scarlet tie, three piece suit, brand new black Ostrich Tony Lamas. Raylan totaled up the cost in his head and winced, then handed over his credit card before he could talk himself out of it. It wasn’t every day he was going to be marrying his boyfriend in Connecticut.
He ran his hand over the back of his neck, could use a haircut too. He’d been promising himself a cut for months but had never got around to it. The barber’s shop down the street would do just nicely, and it turned out they offered shaves and manicures as well. He figured he was about due some personal grooming, never having experienced some of those things before, he made himself an appointment for lunch time before his special appointment.
Totally being the girl.
Figuring he had it all under control, and that he would be back long before Tim, Raylan elected to return to the hotel, only to find Tim sitting on the bed wrapped in a towel, hair still wet from the shower and studying some directory of restaurants. There was a garment bag hanging in the closet with a paper bag on the floor of the closet.
Raylan didn’t say a word. Just hung his own garment bag next to Tim’s. “Watchya doin’?”
Tim glanced up at him and returned to his study of the directory, “well since you got dinner the night before last, I figured it was my turn.”
A puzzled frown crossed Raylan’s face. “Tim, you got lunch, remember?”
Tim’s grin was that endearing, cheeky smirk that could get him in so much trouble, Raylan wanted to pounce right then and there, “Lunch doesn’t count. I want to take you out somewhere where they have lobster, and fine crystal and…”
“Whatever in the world made you suspect that I was a lobster and fine crystal kinda guy?” There was this funny little tightening somewhere around the region of Raylan Givens’ heart, and he was pretty sure that if he was the emotional type, he would be crying a river right about then.
Tim loved Raylan. He was absolutely certain of it, and this was something that hit him in the chest area with the force of a well-aimed half brick. Raylan loved Tim, in that no holds barred, forever kind of way that scared the shit out of him and delighted him and tomorrow was just perfect.
Raylan virtually dived at Tim. They tangled messily on the bed, as Tim dumped the towel, and attempted to get the covers out of the way while helping Raylan tear his clothes off, lips met, tongues dueled and hands went everywhere as Tim gave up trying to push the covers aside, and grabbed double handfuls of Raylan’s ass, dragged him hard up against him and demanded.
The sun had set, they had taken a long, slow, leisurely and sexy shower together, ordered room service, and they were just enjoying being together.
Raylan eased down the bed a bit. “Y’know I meant what I said the other night.”
Tim smiled. “I know.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” A pause, Tim rolled his eyes a little, “I’m glad we got that cleared up, what with getting married tomorrow, n’all.”
“Good thing Rachel is discreet.”
“Going through your paperwork to find your birth certificate, well that surely qualifies her for some sort of medal.”
“Good thing Fedex overnights.”
“Are you sure…”
“I’m sure, alright. There are perfectly legitimate reasons we might need our birth certificates.”
“Are…. Mmmmmmph” Raylan moved in for the kill, silencing Tim with a heat-seeking missile of a kiss that caused Tim to moan and arch up against his lover.
Raylan pulled back a little, “Stop talking…” he whispered, and zeroed in on a tender place on Tim’s neck.
“No… hickeys…” Tim’s voice wavered on the second word, “well nowhere that shows…” as Raylan transferred his attentions from Tim’s neck to his collarbone.
Tim pulled him closer.
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Raylan Givens was not a patient man. By the time his appointments at the barber’s shop came round he was more than ready for the distraction. Somehow they had managed to have breakfast, Tim had found some meaningless paperwork to fill a couple of hours, while Raylan had fidgeted about until Tim had driven him off to find something to do… anything… because he was making Tim crazy.
The barber’s shop proved to have a number of different procedures that Raylan could add to spin things out a little. After the massage, the manicure and the shave Raylan was even beginning to feel something close to relaxed. He paid the enormous bill without even baulking, and headed off to get ready.
He didn’t know why he expected to find Tim there, getting ready himself, and felt a curious kick of something which he wasn’t going to try and figure out when it was obvious that Tim had already been back to their room, changed and departed.
Raylan dressed slowly, it was a five minute walk to the courthouse and the registrar’s office, he had time.
But it really didn’t take all that much time to put on a suit, even if it was a three-piece one, and a tie only took a few seconds to knot. Dammit. He was feeling tense again and he still had thirty minutes.
He couldn’t just sit there. He would have to walk over to the courthouse, slowly, although every muscle was screaming for him to break into a run.
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He watched the clock, the hands seem to stop moving, there was a constricting feeling in his chest and throat, he’s not coming, not coming…
Lawlor arrived, looking even more pasty, sweaty and harassed than he had the day before. Followed by Jay, and a rumpled looking man of about Raylan’s own age, who Jay introduced as “Brendan” who shook hands with Raylan, adding “Jay’s booking agent.”
Distracted from his depressing thoughts, Raylan took a second to wonder what kind of bounty hunter had a booking agent, but then the door opened and Tim walked in, nonchalant little bastard, on the stroke of four o’clock and just as Raylan was about to really start to panic and wonder if he’d made a mistake.
The registrar asked them if they consented to be married, and then things began to pass in a blur, and the only clear impression of the event Raylan had was Tim.
Tim’s suit was a dark blue, his shirt and tie a shade darker than the suit, dark blonde hair neatly trimmed, and to Raylan’s eyes he had never looked better. But it was the look in Tim’s eyes, scared, hopeful, loving, showing the emotions that they both had such a hard time voicing out loud.
This was going to be crazy and hard, and maybe even dangerous from time to time, but worth it. They fit, through all the crazy shit and the shootings and their messed up pasts, they belonged to each other.
Tim’s left hand warm in his, Raylan’s fingers were distinctly unsteady as he slipped his ring on Tim’s ring finger, then Tim was sliding his ring onto Raylan’s ring finger and they came together in a passionate kiss that left no one in any doubt of their love and need for each other.