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They had been alone, in Will's childhood bedroom. The same posters that watched him grow up, the same stuffed animals that comforted Will as he cried after a friendship breakup, or getting grounded, or after a seizure, the same wall's that watched him play countless video games, the same drawers that he used to rifle through daily had now collected dust. It was all very nostalgic.
Will drew a finger along the thin layer of dust, memories of building the lego's with his brother and sister in their childhoods, figurines he'd spent weeks saving for.
His family were all downstairs, watching tv. Allison had wanted to go with them to see all their old bedrooms but Justin wouldn't let her, kept whispering shite at her and it made Will feel... <i>weird</i>. Like, maybe they weren't as accepting of his newly discovered queer identity as they appeared to be.
He noticed James had been quiet for a fat minute so he turned around, flippantly joking about how turned on James must be lookin' at all of his childhood shite but he stopped dead in his tracks.
A hand flew to his mouth. Eyes widening in <i>all</i> of the emotions.
Because James was down on one knee. In Newcastle. In Will's childhood home. With his adoring parents downstairs and suddenly Justin's insistence on leaving them to be nostalgic by themselves made sense.
"Oh fuck!" Will's voice was breathy from suprise.
James' smile dropped and he stood up. "No?"
Will dropped his hand from his mouth immediately, expressing his excitement expression that words wouldn't be accurate enough.
Practically hopping into James' arms "Canney take it back now lad! You wanna marry us!" Will's eyes crinkled closed as his lips met James' though he pulled away seconds after connecting, smiling too much to kiss.
"Ya love us!" Will teased, barking a laugh and pressing little kisses to James' jaw instead of his lips. James could only laugh with his lover.
"Of course I love you."
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Wedding preparations were driving James up the wall. Will wouldn't stop yapping about details that honestly, were meaningless to James but he loved that Will was so adamant in keeping the other involved in planning their wedding.
Presently, Will was pacing back and forth, talking about dates and holidays and their honeymoon. He hadn't stopped talking since they'd gotten home from dinner.
"But I keep forge''in' the nationalism in us 'n' doncha think November Fifth sounds so fitting?"
"Will!" Will stopped dead in his loop, eyes scanning James, he hadn't noticed the eye bags on his partner, or his tensed shoulders.
"What's wrong?"
"Will, I love that you want me so involved but these things, they mean more to you than me, we could get married next july or in three January's. As long as I'm saying my vows to <i>you</i>, that's all I need."
Will furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "Are you sure? What if you don't like something and wanna change it but I'm a dick and don't let you, then you'd just hate me and we'd never get married maybe even break up-"
Will's voice cracked at the pace he was speaking, honestly in another setting James would've been impressed at how fast the other could talk. But he didn't have time to think about that, instead he was on the floor holding Will as he cried.
"We have <i>got</i> to work on communicating." James mumbled, making Will laugh, even as tears raced down his reddened cheeks, James still thought Will was the most beautiful piece of art he'd ever have the fortune of seeing.
Will swallows thickly, his adam's apple bobbing slightly before slumping a little further into James.
Pressing his ear against James' chest, calming himself down using James' heartbeat. They stayed in that position for a while, James' back against the wall, Will curled on James with Otto, unaware of the high emotions purring happily, curled on Will's lap.
When James realised that Will was here out of choice, that he <i>wanted</i> to be so close, he prayed to a god he didn't believe in that Will wouldn't pick up on his rapid heartbeat.
Course it didn't work. "You're nervous about me." Will teased, his tear tracks had somewhat dried and he looked significantly healthier, happier.
"You just needed a little cry." James tried redirecting the conversation. "And I really do mean it when all these details, it means a lot more to you than it does me, but if you want, delegate me a couple tasks your stressing about and I'll figure them out, how's that sound? Hmm?"
Will sighed in relief, the tension in his shoulders dropped, his face lost the stressed-scrunch and he looked about fourteen pounds lighter. "I love you."
"I love you too."Will decided on a black tie event, he'd had a ball of a time getting his mates in tailored suits and if he could remember anything after the drive to the hotel for his stag do, well, it was probably sick.
Mikey wore his ridiculous miss-matched suit even though it didn't fit the light blue, white and navy blue colour scheme Will had allowed it purely for the memories, and if anyone asks no, Mikey's best-man speech did <i>not</i> make Will cry thank you very much.
Will had been very against the whole first dance thing but James said it was non-negotiable and he was only allowed three, so fine.
They danced to This Song, the same song that played on the radio when Will had asked "what are we?" between mouthfuls of popcorn while they were cuddled up together on James' sofa, trying to get as much time together before his world tour.
"What do you want us to be?" James had answered, hoping Will wouldn't feel his pulse quicken, obviously, because James was literally spooning Will, felt the change in pace and asked
"How, does it work, two guys da'in?"
"Are you asking me on a date?" James had teased, cackling at Wills red face. Will had grumbled intelligibly until he broke and said
"Fuck off then, dinner?"
"Somewhere fancy, you need to impress me like were peacocks or something."
Laughing, Will replied. "Done."
Will absolutely bulldozed over most of the planning, James, Mikey and Orla managed to sway a few decisions, like Will having a lack of control over the music situation or the honeymoon travels.
Which he dealt with just fine actually! Thank you!
James was stood at the alter, watching his soon to be mother-in-law slowly make her way down the aisle, her arm intertwined with Will's.
Will looked,Ethereal.
He looked like a mob member in his fancy fitted white suit and his long curly mullet which, really, was toeing the line between a mullet and a wolfcut.
James had made Will promise to grow his hair out, Will agreed only on the grounds that James grew his beard out a little.
Will's jaw almost dropped when his eyes locked on James, stood there, in a navy blue suit that had been altered perfectly.
Honestly, everything Stephen said was drowned out for Will by his pulse, staring at James' eyes, eyes dropping now and then but who can blame him? In that suit? C'mon.
"I believe the two of you have written your own vows?" Stephen, ever the side quest enjoyer, had gotten himself ordained ? As like, a proper marry-er guy, had offered his services.
"Me first." James whispered, making Will grin at both his eagerness, but also his simple communication, he wanted to speak first and advocated for it.
James unfolded a neat little note from his front pocket of his pale blue suit, took a deep breath, and began.
"Will, you are the light of my life. You accepted me, openly, when I couldn't even look at myself, you loved me, even at my lowest you never once judged me. It's, pretty evident I'm neurodivergent, I have always, <i>always</i> struggled in social interactions but you never once made me feel bad about that." James paused, sniffling, little teardrops were collecting in his eyes but he tried to ignore it, remembering the words he'd spent so long practising. "You have always filled my expectations, inspired me to dream bigger, aim further, work harder, I used to think love was fictional, but even when we're apart, saying your name never fails to make me smile." When James looked up, he was met with the sight of his love, a sniffling mess.
"It's the sun in my eyes." He claimed, making James cackle, even in their vows, Will could always make anyone laugh, no matter the situation.
"James. You have changed my life in every single way. You are the reason I'm so proud of who I am, every day I wake up, I wake up fuckin' exci''ed cos I ge''a see you which is bloody mental, I never thought I'd find love <i>this</i> consuming ever, let alone in a man, but through every sleepless night, every breakdown, you held me. Even when you were dead tired. I love you James. I love how selfless you are, how funny you are, how you're always thinking of others, how artistic you are, how deep you see things, think about things, you are my light at the end of the tunnel, thank you for shining, even when I turned away."
There was not a dry eye in the whole venue, Stephen, it appeared, was especially affected, speaking into the microphone "My apologies everyone," He turned to clear his throat "But they don't call me out here for nothin' so, James William Marriott."
Grinning, James barely even glanced at Stephen "Yeah."
"Do you take William Jonathon Lenney as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day November 15th two thousand and twenty eight, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, through sickness and in health, to love and to cherish for as long as your love will live?"
"I do."
"And William Jonathon Lenney! Do you take James William Marriott as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day November 15th two thousand and twenty eight, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, through sickness and in health, to love and to cherish for as long as your love will live?"
More tears pooled in Will's eyes but he didn't care, he felt rather cathartic saying "I do."
"Then, by the power invested in me-" Will couldn't wait, his arms snaked James' neck in instinct as their lips met kissing, somewhat roughly, before Stephen had fully given permission.
Stephen had laughed at Will's enthusiasm, actually, the whole goddamn sea of guests had laughed.
"You may now kiss your husband." The guests gave a standing ovation and the party was thrown into action.
Ieuan definitely went a bit mad with his gift, free weddin' pictures.
James had managed to bag Sam Fender as a surprise for Will, who cried about seven times altogether. Twice sober and five after about fourteen cocktails every time he clocked who was singing.
Their wedding was filled with sweet fruity little cocktails, karaoke, cheering, hugs and the weirdest nine perfectly average hidden realism cakes that earnt the winner (Olive, who found all the cakes) two scoops of ice cream, whatever flavours she wanted!
The wedding didn't end until the sun had risen. James had booked a taxi to take the two of them to a hotel near the airport to sleep before their 29 hour flight (split by two stops) to South Africa for a two week honeymoon.
The airports and flights weren't actually that bad. They spent a lotta time nattering, gave each other handjobs in the airport toilets and slept absolutely everywhere, resting their heads on the others shoulder.
Finally, after about three days worth of traveling, they arrived at the hotel.
"Right, watcha wanna do?"
First thing on the agenda was dinner at the hotel restaurant.
Biting into a curry-bake, Will made a pleasured noise. "Whoever came up with all inclusive hotels deserves all of the money ever."
James smiled at his <i>husband</i>, thinking of all the ways he was about to <i>destroy that man</i> once they were alone in their hotel room.
Though for now, they ate and engaged in casual conversation about tomorrows expeditions. When the waitor came over and took their plates Will had smiled brightly and thanked them and James almost took him right on the table.
Instead, he took Will's hand and legged it out the restaurant and all the way up the spiral stone stairs along the pretty paths and to their room.
The second they were in the hotel room, James slammed Will's body against the inside of the door, it locked automatically.
"Fuck! Jamie, god." Will whined, high pitched and wrapped his legs around James' waist, grinding feverishly against his jeaned bulge.
"You've no idea how bad I need you." James murmured, voice low, practically a growling in Will's ear sending shivers up his spine.
"James!"
"Yeah that's it." James' growl <i>always</i> set Will's nerves alight and this time was no different.
"Who's 'onna top?" Will asked, still moving his hips rhythmically and whimpering.
James grinned, huffing a laugh, his breath hot against Will's throat. "As if you can do anything other than lying there lookin' pretty."
Will made a noise of disagreement but he couldn't really disagree, having explored both positions, many a times, they definitely had their preferences.
"Fuck me then 'fore I cum in me jeans." Will sassed.
James raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is that any way to speak to your husband."
Pausing his movements, Will smiled, gentle and real. "My husband."
Poor James was caught off guard at Will's sudden genuineness. His words got caught in his throat, his face reddened and he could feel the heat radiating. Made Will laugh though. "Rockstars all flustered." Will continued teasing James, even as he motioned for James to let go and led him to their bedroom for the next two weeks.
"'m no' flustered." James grumbled, following Will like a duck. Laughing, Will responded "Course not love." He looked around the room, it was gorgeous.
Laminate white furniture with golden handles, honey oak bed with zigzaggy patterned bedding, rugs in every room and the biggest en suite you'd ever see.
But James wasn't looking at the interior designs, he was focused on the stupid little buttons on Will's shirt that were testing hispatience.
James was frustrated but Will was giggling, taking pity, Will undid the first few buttons. Finally, <i>finally</i>, James pressed his lips along Will's collarbones, his tongue licking the bone, the sensations making Will whimper.
"Never get enough of your whiny fuckin' moans." James' praised "Get your ki' off then."
Suddenly shy, Will's face reddened "Cmon lovely, you're so pretty, I wanna see you."
Slipping his thumbs under his trouser and boxer waistbands, he slid the clothes down and stepped out of the pooling fabric at his feet and unbuttoned the rest of his white shirt.
"Good boy, so good for me aren't you, I want you on the bed, now." James demanded.
Of course, Will obeyed. <i>He's very well behaved.</i>
"What about you?"
James smirked. "I'm gonna ea' you ou'." Plunging his tongue into Will's tight heat making him scream in shocked pleasure was always exhilarating. Always put his heartbeat in his ears.
Will is never one to be quiet in bed, and it only ever spurred James on.
Whining and writhing, Will arched his back beautifully off the bed. James' worked his tongue deep into Will's hole, he knew he'd found that <i>special knot</i> when he felt Will clenching, his voice turning higher pitched, moaning nonsense and pleas while tugging on James' hair.
"God! Jamie please! Can I?"
Instead of answering verbally, James sat up and lapped feverishly at his hole whilst his hands gripped Will's thighs, sure to leave bruises, keeping his legs open.
<i>"Oh fuck; god, Jamie! Feel so good, fuck."</i> Will came whimpering nonsense, squeezing his thighs and clenching around James' tongue. James crawled on top of Will and licked the glistening cum from his stomach.
<i>Fuck, the noises Will makes.</i>
His arms above his head, back still somewhat arched, eyes closed lightly in a state of gentle bliss.
It wasn't until Will felt another intrusion that he opened his eyes, this time, instead of a tongue, it was James' index and middle finger, circling his rim.
"James-" he tried to sit up, to interrupt.
"Shhhhhhhhh," James hushed. "You wanna be good for Jamie now don't you."
Even though he had just climaxed and they both knew it, the acknowledgment of his praise kink was enough to both, send blood further <i>south</i> and pinken his face.
"Colour?"
"Green."
"Definitely?"
"Absolutely lad."
With permission granted, James took his time opening Will.
This time however, he ignored Will's prostrate, though he did allow Will to roll his hips, grind on James' fingers because with that voice, that beautiful being? Can you blame him?
It was a divine sight, one that only James would ever see. The thought alone made his own eyes roll in pleasure, he's always had a possessive thing about his loved ones.
"Mine." James growled. His voice alone made Will shiver with excitement.
"Yours." Had been the instant reply.
"God, you're a fucking work of art, y'know that?" Blushing, Will hid his face with his arms, only extenuating his delicately sinewy figure, something he worked hard on. "Are you saying you disagree?"
James frowned, Will's self esteem was always something he struggled with, they did have a few scenes in which James hadn't let Will cum until he could name things he liked about himself, maybe tonight would be a less planned version.
"No!, Jus' like to be worshipped." James cackled, arching an eyebrow.
"You don't even have to ask my love." James slid his hand up and down over his cock, biting his bottom lip and gasping breathily. "Fuck, can' wai' to be inside you, been far too long, shoulda fucked on the plane, let everyone know how gorgeous you are when you come." His words had the intended effect on Will, His cock lay flat against his stomach and was slowly heading precum.
"Rough or Vanilla?" James asked as he slowly pushed in, staying still when he bottomed out, waiting for Will's signal that he was ready for James to move. Will moaned at the feeling of James entering him, his eyes fluttering shut.
"Fuck me so hard I cum three fuckin' times."
James closed his eyes in anticipation of the searing pleasure he was about to experience. "Since you've been so well behaved, I'll allow it."
His first thrust sent the air out of Will's lungs, dipping back into the heat so fast a bulge appeared of Will's stomach.
James set a vicious pace, his chest low and somewhat still, moving only with the harsh thrum of his heartbeat and panting lungs as he painted blues and greens onto Will's skin.
It didn't take long to find Will's prostate again, colliding it dead on, straightening his back a little, James pressed a hand to Will's throat, not hard, not really even squeezing but that feeling, <i>god</i> it made Will's face screw up attempt to grind against James' dick desperate for friction, cumming with James' name on his tongue.
One hand still on Will's throat, James anchored himself, his other hand placed just diagonal to Will's head, highlighting their size difference even further.
Will almost found himself screaming as the pleasure hit overstimulation, he shoved his wrist in his mouth and a futile attempt at retaining some dignity.
James deemed that irrational.
Taking both of Will's arms, James pinned them above Will's head with <i>one hand.</i> "You know I love to listen to you, there's nothing to hide from with me."
James whispered, voice low, hot on Will's ear, a shiver ran down his spine at the confession, the complete lack of any judgement would've seemed like a lie with anyone else, but Will knew James was being truthful, because that's all he ever is.
"Fuck! Love you Jamie, wanna cum again, please make me cum again."
They fell asleep not long after finishing together, cuddling. Will's head tucked neatly, protectively, beneath James'.