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“So, my cousin’s getting married.”
Cregan set his glass of wine down on the coffee table at his feet. “Which one?”
“Rhaena,” Jacaerys replied. “She’s–”
“Stepsister Rhaena?” Cregan replied quizzically.
“Well, yeah,” the younger man said as he took a sip of his merlot. “But, she was my cousin first.”
“You sometimes say sister,” Cregan stipulated. Jace shrugged it off.
Cregan grunted a laugh as the way his boyfriend quantified his family relations. Jace had been clear from the get-go that his family tree was a little… root-bound, to say the least. His mother had remarried when he was in middle school, to her uncle nonetheless, intertwining their already blended families even further. It didn’t bother Cregan. Something-something old family traditions. Well, he had a few of those himself. He wasn’t one to pass judgment, as long as everyone was happy.
“What’s her fiancé’s name?”
“Corwyn,” Jace answered. “They met in college in the Vale.”
“Right, right,” Cregan nodded, wracking his brain for any instance in which he might have met Rhaena. He may have only met the other stepsister, Baela, but he wasn’t sure. Wine and exhaustion were clouding his memories. The pair of them had nearly polished off the bottle they’d opened for dinner, which wasn’t their usual speed, but the wine was flowing well and Jace kept pouring. A lack of responsibilities the following morning may have had something to do with that. Cregan rarely drank anymore, but when he did it usually led to an especially playful evening in bed… provided he didn’t fall asleep first.
“They asked me to officiate,” Jace said softly, a smile curling his lips.
“Wow,” Cregan replied, tangling his fingers with Jace’s as the younger man’s palm rested on his thick thigh. “That’s so sweet.”
“I’m really touched,” Jace nodded, eyes almost watering.
“Can you even officiate?” Cregan pondered. “I mean–”
“I can get a one-day Septon’s license,” Jace responded. “Rhaena sent me a link today.”
“Oh, well there you go,” Cregan replied as he reached for his wine glass, still half-full.
“So…” Jace looked at him with a coy expression, his plush lower lip pinned down by his teeth. “Do you… wanna come?”
Cregan groaned, though his volume never reached higher than a whisper. “Sheesh, Jace,” he teased. “Time to meet the family already?”
His boyfriend scoffed. “Cregan, it’s been two years.”
“I know, I know, I’m only kidding.”
And he was… mostly. He knew it would be coming right around the corner; a formal meeting with Jacaerys’ large, curious family. It was certainly the direction they were headed in. Jace’s family was simply too far away, all the way down south, while the pair of them were up in Winterfell. They hadn’t ever traveled down to King’s Landing together, nor had they ever really discussed doing so. Winterfell was where Jace had made his home as an adult, and there was plenty that tied Cregan to his homeland. There hadn’t been an occasion thus far to take a trip together. That was it.
“You’ve met my mom,” Jace said as he cocked his head to the side. “And Baela!”
“And Luke,” Cregan added, though that one was a bit of a given, considering how close the brothers were. Luke had visited them up north a handful of times, and every time he’d come to stay, Cregan got to see more and more of the younger brother. He really did bring out the best in Jace.
“Well, yeah, obviously Luke,” Jace laughed.
“What’s the date?” Cregan pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“June,” Jace preened. “Sixteenth, I think.”
“I’ll need to check with my mom to see if she can take Rick for the weekend,” Cregan replied, setting down his glass and scrolling through his calendar to find the weekend of June sixteenth wide open, as he expected.
“Oh, bring him!” Jace exclaimed. “That would be so fun!”
“Jace,” Cregan scoffed. “I don’t really wanna meet your whole family out the gate as the guy who knocked up his girlfriend, only for her to die on him a year later.”
“Jesus, Cregan,” Jace remarked, eyes rolling.
“Sorry,” he laughed. Sometimes he forgot that everyone processed grief in different ways, and that his predisposition for satire was often jarring to the untrained ear. Rickon’s mom, Arra, passed away when their boy was barely a year old, in a car accident. It had been so hard on him to adjust to life without her, even though life with her hadn’t even been that many years. They were supposed to be a team, supposed to be a family , even if they hadn’t planned to be one. And then, in a heartbeat, Cregan was left without a teammate, and saddled with a baby he’d have to raise without a mother.
“They all know about Rickon, anyways,” Jace reminded him. Which he knew. Cregan had certainly posed for an infinite number of selfies with his boyfriend and his young son, at the zoo or the aquarium, the likes of which were instantly fired off in a text to Jace’s mother, Cregan was certain.
“I know,” Cregan responded, thinking it over for a moment. Ultimately, if he was going, he wanted to be fully present. “You only get one chance at a first impression, I guess.”
“Well, you can definitely bring him,” Jace brought them back on topic. “He can play with Viserys and Aegon.”
“No offense, but I don’t want my son to be playing with your ‘rapey uncle’,” Cregan said through air quotes.
“Oh my god,” Jace snorted into his wine glass. “Okay, okay, so please remember that my little brother’s name is also Aegon,” Jace laughed. “And the other one is probably not coming anyways.”
“Fuck, I always forget,” Cregan groaned, reaching for his wine. “I’m gonna need a serious tutorial of your family tree before we go so I don’t fuck it all up.” He took a deep sip from his glass.
Jace grinned, his thick, dark eyelashes fluttering innocently. “So you’ll come?”
Cregan leaned in, squeezing Jace’s upper thigh as their lips brushed.
“If you want me there, I’m there.”
Jace closed the gap and kissed him, which he happily accepted, pulling the younger man’s bottom lip between his own. Cregan breathed in deeply, feeling his cock stirring to life beneath his sweatpants as he held the kiss.
“Daddy,” Cregan heard a small voice from around the corner.
“Yeah, bud?” he called back as he broke away from the kiss, squeezing Jace’s thigh once more before letting go, an apology he knew he didn’t need to issue.
The pitter-patter of tiny feet down the hall grew louder until his son came around the back of the couch, his blanket dragging on the floor behind him, thumb nestled between his lips.
“I can’t fall asleep,” Rickon chirped, his voice weary.
“You sound pretty sleepy to me, buddy,” Cregan countered softly, setting down his glass.
“Well,” the boy yawned. “I… I can’t sleep.”
“Okay,” Cregan groaned as he started to get to his feet.
“No, daddy,” his son said quietly. “C-can Jace come instead?”
Jace’s face betrayed his emotions, his lips curling over his teeth mischievously as if to avoid a laugh.
“Of course I can, Rickon,” he nodded, getting up from the couch as Cregan sank back down. His boyfriend took Rickon’s outstretched hand and threw back a victorious smile and a wink as they rounded the corner down the hall to the little boy’s room.
It warmed Cregan’s heart to no end to see his son and his boyfriend bonded so well, to the point where the boy might ask for Jace to read to him before bed over his own dad. Yeah, in the beginning it hurt a little bit, but more than anything, he trusted Rickon’s judgment, and it only encouraged him to fall deeper in love with Jacaerys.
It had been almost exactly two years since they’d met. Your classic meet-cute, bumping into one another in the produce section of a fucking Whole Foods. Rickon had pulled down a bunch of carrots off the wall of produce from his spot perched in the seat of the carriage. They’d fallen to the ground as Rickon squealed with delight, turning the head of a very kind, very cute stranger who was picking out the best bunch of cilantro. Jace leaned down to pick up the bunch of carrots that Rickon had thrown, handing them back to the boy who promptly tossed them again. Once he saw Jace’s laugh, the way his eyes sparkled as they narrowed, the way his button nose wrinkled and his cheeks lifted, Cregan was smitten. He hadn’t been so bold in years, not since before he’d met Arra, but he decided on a whim to put himself out there and ask the guy he’d just met if he’d be interested in grabbing a coffee sometime. Jace, or Jacaerys as he introduced himself, held his hand out for Cregan’s phone, beckoning him to take down the number.
Cregan waited six months to introduce Rickon and Jace formally. His son was three at the time when they’d met in the grocery store, and though he was sure it wouldn’t be a problem, he was wary of other kids at school talking shit about Rickon’s daddy having a ‘boyfriend’. He started seeing Jacaerys for coffee, and then coffees became dinners, and then dinners became nights when he’d have to ask his mom to stay late babysitting. They started slow: playdates essentially, no sleepovers, et cetera. Cregan’s mother had been more than willing to take Rickon for some weekends when he wanted to spend time getting to know Jacaerys better. And as he got to know him… he got to love him. Without being too dramatic, it was safe to say that Cregan had never felt that way for anyone before. And watching him interact with Rickon, well… it made his heart swell. He continued to incorporate Jace into their lives, slowly but surely, until one day Rickon finally asked “Daddy, why does Jace have to leave sometimes?” They both blushed and realized that Rickon said what they were both thinking, which was that neither of them really wanted to be apart. It all happened pretty quickly, overall, but Cregan was proud to say his son drove the whole conversation. Baby-led dating, if you will.
Cregan had heard tell of the infamous Targaryen family, bits and pieces through the grapevine. He was wary of meeting them, but not scared. Generally, they seemed like a big band of hooligans, but not quite in the same way he was used to. Jace had mentioned something offhandedly once about Luke ‘taking his uncle’s eye’, whatever that meant. He chalked it up to child’s play, but when he’d stumbled upon a blonde man with an eyepatch in one of Jace’s mother’s instagram photos, it did give him a little bit of a laugh.
Cregan knew it would be good to meet Jace’s full family. In his mind, he knew they weren’t too far off that step, realistically… but he wasn’t trying to rush into anything. He was part of a package deal, after all.
He smiled to himself as he leaned against the doorframe of Rickon’s bedroom, listening through the crack in the door as Jace read one of his son’s favorite books aloud.
Maybe their next step was closer than he even thought.
***
Getting down to the Vale had been mostly a breeze. Six hours on the road wasn’t nothing, but traffic was easy, and Cregan would be lying if he said he minded six hours of time with his hand resting on Jace’s thigh in the passenger seat.
Saying goodbye to Rickon had been almost tearful, between his son and boyfriend, at least… but when his parents’ giant direwolf came bounding out of the house to tackle his son to the ground, Cregan and Jace managed to slip away. Jace was a little disappointed that Cregan held his ground, dying to introduce Rickon to his mother, but Cregan assured him that there would be all the time in the world for that.
The wedding venue was a gorgeous vineyard in the Vale, an easy drive from the university where the bride and groom had met. According to Jace there had been some controversy on where Rhaena’s wedding would be; her father, Daemon, wanted the wedding to be at their home in King’s Landing, while her grandparents had repeatedly offered her (pressured her) to have it at their home on Driftmark. Rhaena was the first one in their ‘generation’ to get married, and it seemed like the parent and grandparent generations didn’t quite know what to do with themselves. Jace seemed to think Rhaena was happy enough to bring everyone somewhere new, especially somewhere that was special for her and Corwyn. The vineyard property had an old castle that they’d turned into a hotel, and there was plenty of room for everyone to stay. Cregan was glad to meet Jace’s family in this setting; a neutral location, somewhere they all had hotel rooms to return to, rather than visiting them at their home in King’s Landing, and retiring to Jace’s childhood bedroom at night.
Cregan was seated among Jace’s family, nearly at the front, on the ‘bride’s side’ of the aisle, he came to realize. The ceremony would take place on a gorgeous lawn, surrounded by grapevines and distant mountains. He sat with Luke and Joffrey, Jace’s middle brothers, who were easy to talk to. Rhaenyra, Jace’s mother, sat in the row in front of them, with her two youngest sons at her side. And at the end of the aisle stood Jacaerys, properly clothed in a sharp tux, fitting him to perfection. As the officiant, he was the first to walk down to the altar, kicking up butterflies in Cregan’s stomach.
“Gods, he looks so handsome,” Rhaenyra whispered, turning to speak to Luke and Joff. She smiled softly at Cregan as she craned her neck to look at him.
“He does,” Cregan nodded, his throat tight as he took in the sight of his boyfriend again, so dapper, so fucking fine.
Cregan kept his private thoughts to himself on just how good his boy looked at the end of an aisle.
Corwyn, the groom, made quick work of his walk down the aisle, grasping hands to shake with Jace once he reached the end, pulling him in for a quick hug.
The music began to swell, and Jace’s stepsister Baela walked down the aisle, a lone maid of honor, holding a bouquet of blooms in soft purples and pinks. She smiled ardently, tears welling up in her eyes as she locked eyes with Jace, who smiled at her in return.
Once Baela took her spot opposite Corwyn, leaving room for the bride, the guests began to rise. All heads turned towards the back of the aisle. Cregan could hardly turn his head to look away from Jace, though even his beau was focused on the bride coming down. Finally, Cregan turned his head to see Rhaena and her father, Daemon, walking down the aisle.
She was a vision. Her dress was like a cloud of tulle and lace, jeweled beading forming intricate patterns along the bodice. In her hands she carried the same flowers of pinks and purples, though her bouquet was more substantial than her sister’s. She wore a dazzling tiara atop her head. Rhaena looked positively radiant, bursting with joy as she beamed at her husband-to-be. Daemon, Jace’s stepfather, could hardly take his eyes off his daughter, turning to smile down at her between each step. The older Targaryen had hair past his shoulders, long and icy white, practically a clone of his wife. Or, perhaps her blueprint, Cregan realized. Pinned half up, his hairstyle emphasized the sharp bones of his cheeks, the severity of his chiseled face. Once they finally reached the end of the aisle, he bestowed his daughter a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by another on the forehead. Daemon shook hands with Corwyn, somewhat seriously, before turning to take his seat beside his wife in the row ahead of him. The seat in front of Cregan sagged below Daemon’s weight, and he watched as the man ruffled the hair of his young son. Viserys or Aegon, Cregan couldn’t recall.
Rhaena and Corwyn joined hands at the altar, and Jace pulled his notebook out from under his arm to speak. He’d been so nervous, gods he’d been nervous, and it had been Cregan’s job to listen to his semblance of a sermon over and over again, calming his boyfriend’s nerves while helping him to perfect what he needed to say. Cregan knew exactly how Jace planned to open it, and so he was caught off guard when he watched his boyfriend snap the notebook shut, grinning out at the crowd.
“We’re all here today because of a very special love,” Jace started out, going off-script as far as Cregan could recall. Jace scanned the crowd, smiling and nodding at friends and relatives of the couple. “The love of these two individuals before me is something that is magical. Something we all get to be a part of today.”
Rhaenyra’s shoulders shuddered as she sniffled, holding back tears. Daemon’s hand came to soothe her at the base of her neck, rubbing circles into the knob at the top of her spine.
“In all the time that I’ve known my sister, she’s always been reserved. Respectful, strong-willed, and endlessly compassionate. And in all the time I’ve known Corwyn, he’s matched her flame in every way. He is tender, he values her companionship above all else, and he brings out the very best in Rhaena.” Jace smiled softly, his eyes darting between the couple as tears welled in their eyes. “They’re a perfect match.”
“Jace,” Rhaena mouthed, her expression on the verge of tears.
“They have a love that all of us should aspire to,” Jace continued, peering out at the crowd again. “One we’d all be so lucky to experience.” As he turned his head, he locked eyes with Cregan, smiling slyly. “I know some of us are there, or are well on our way, to such love.”
He felt Luke’s elbow jam into his ribs, though he could hardly stand to look away from his partner as he spoke from the heart. Cregan wondered if he was melting on the outside the way he was inside. A lump formed in this throat as Jace fluttered his eyelashes, throwing him one more perfect smile before continuing with the ceremony. It took everything he had not to barge up there, ceremony be damned, and kiss him on the spot.
***
Dinner was a formal affair, though Cregan started to feel a bit more comfortable around Jace’s family once he had his boyfriend back by his side. Cregan’s hand gravitated possessively to Jace’s thigh beneath the tablecloth. Now that he had him back at arm's length, he wasn’t planning on letting him go for the rest of the night.
Around their table were Jace’s two brunette brothers, as well as his stepsister Baela and her boyfriend, Addam. She got up briefly to give her maid of honor speech, bringing the crowd to tears of joy and laughter easily with some precious tales about her sister from their girlhood. Jace doubled over with laughter more than once at the stories she told, as did the bride, his parents, and his brothers. Even with their dynamic being as odd as it was, it was beautiful to watch Jace exist among his happy family.
After Baela returned to her seat, Daemon took the floor, grabbing the microphone. He cleared his throat to silence the crowd.
“My wife and I are so thrilled to have you all here with us to celebrate our daughter Rhaena’s wedding,” he began, smiling down at Rhaenyra who reached for his hand, kissing his knuckles gingerly. “We have been waiting a long time for the first of our little… hatchlings… to get married,” he paused for a laugh, “and we couldn’t be happier today for Rhaena and Corwyn.” Daemon turned to face Rhaena and Corwyn at their sweetheart table, taking his glass of champagne from his wife’s outstretched hand.
“Rhaena’s mom isn’t here with us tonight,” he explained, his tenor soft. “She passed while the girls were young, and I was pretty lost without her. We all were.” Cregan watched as Rhaena dabbed at her eyes with her napkin. “We talked a lot about the girls’ weddings when they were first born, you know. Talked about what a special time it would be for our family.” Baela, beside Jace, began to cry in earnest, suppressing her heaving breaths as best as she could. “And today is truly a very special day. I know your mother is smiling down on us… I know she’s so proud of you, baby.” Rhaena nodded at her father, tears now streaming down her face.
“Love you, dad,” the bride mouthed silently to her father.
“Love you, baby,” he replied, pulling the mic away from his mouth.
Daemon cleared his throat. “Corwyn,” the father of the bride changed his tone, suddenly sounding more stern. “We like Corwyn,” he said quickly, his voice qualifying, waving his hand as the crowd broke into laughter. “In the beginning, you know, it wasn’t easy! Adapting to my little girl having a boyfriend,” Daemon continued, as Rhaena and Corwyn shared a laugh, the bride a little more enthusiastic than her groom. “We had our moments, didn’t we?” Daemon pulled the mic away as he laughed, seemingly sharing a private moment with Corwyn who, while laughing, was also turning a deep shade of red.
“Daemon punched him in the nose,” Luke whispered to Cregan.
Cregan nearly spit out his drink. “What the–”
“But we’ve all grown, and it’s been a blessing to have Corwyn become a part of the family. I couldn’t imagine anyone better for my daughter Rhaena.”
Rhaena covered her heart with her hand, smiling softly at her father.
“I could tell a thousand stories,” he smirked. “But I think you’ll all be thankful that I leave it at this. To the happy couple,” Daemon remarked, raising his champagne glass. “To Corwyn and Rhaena.”
The guests cheered wildly, whooping and clinking glasses as the newlyweds shared a sweet kiss. Cregan squeezed Jace’s thigh again under the table cloth, to which his boyfriend doubled down on, turning to press a kiss to Cregan’s cheek. He hadn’t expected the physical affection publicly, and he wasn’t sure how much Jace wanted from him, but the look in his boyfriend’s eye said he was hungry for more. Cregan leaned in and Jace met him halfway, their noses knocking as he kissed him hastily. Like he’d been missing him. Dying for it.
***
The dance floor quickly became the most exciting part of the night.
Jace was a live wire; with a couple drinks in him, he could hardly stand still. Cregan knew his moves well, though he wasn’t accustomed to seeing Jace dancing anywhere outside their kitchen on a Sunday morning while pancakes sizzled in a pan next to him, clad in plaid pajamas. Jace was the spark that kept the dance floor on fire. And watching his baby shake his ass in that suit? Well, Cregan wasn’t mad about it. Not mad at all.
The DJ played all the hits. From Shout to The Macarena to the Cotton Eyed Joe, the crowd was grooving throughout the night, suit jackets and pairs of heels tossed here and there as guests started to heat up. Jace tugged on Cregan’s tie until it was loose enough to pull off, looping it around his head like a high school kid at prom. At some point, Baela had come around with a purple feather boa, twisting it around the pair of them as they danced. Again, Cregan wasn’t sure how much his boyfriend would want from him, but he shoved his ass against Cregan’s lap on more than one occasion, and Cregan could do nothing other than respond in kind, grabbing him by the hips and grinding.
A slower song came on and Jace made a comment about getting another drink. Cregan offered to leave the floor to get them himself, knowing that his boyfriend didn’t need another drop of alcohol in his bloodstream, planning to serve him lemonade and club soda. Jace wouldn’t know the difference; he was drunk anyways, and the hangover would be marginally better the next morning.
Cregan leaned against the bar, ordering a pair of mocktails, when he noticed Corwyn outside the party tent with a cigarette. Cregan collected the drinks and tipped the bartender generously before heading out to congratulate the groom and introduce himself.
“Hey man,” Cregan said as he approached Corwyn. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” Corwyn grinned, looking a little bit toasted. He gazed out at the dance floor, his eyes glued to his bride, floating like a princess in a cloud of white at the center. The groom looked like a lovesick puppy, like he might drop his cigarette and not even notice, completely preoccupied watching her. Cregan joined him, staring off at Jacaerys in the distance, watching his boyfriend twirl his stepsisters one by one.
“You’re with Jace, right?”
“Yeah, I’m Cregan,” he affirmed, taking both drinks in his left hand to offer his right to shake. Corwyn took it, smiling, eyes flicking between Cregan and his new wife on the dance floor.
“Great to meet you,” he said, sounding tired but sincere. “Jace is a great guy. You got a good one.”
“I like to think so,” Cregan nodded.
“Do you think you guys will,” Corwyn smiled bashfully, “I mean. I don’t know, sorry. I know your situation.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Cregan chuckled. “I’ve, ah, definitely thought about it.”
And he had. Many, many times. A good number of times that very day, in truth.
“I’ve only been married for about… four hours,” Corwyn said, his voice unsteady, “but lemme tell you, man, it’s awesome.”
Cregan scoffed a laugh, nodding at the groom’s drunken confession.
“I believe it,” Cregan responded, wondering if Corwyn would even remember the discussion tomorrow. “Now, tell me,” he asked hesitantly, thinking about what Luke had told him earlier, about Corwyn’s history with Daemon. “What am I getting into here? I mean, with this family.”
“Oh, complete insanity,” Corwyn laughed heartily and Cregan joined in. “Just a bunch of crazy people.”
Cregan nodded, taking a sip from his mocktail, thinking that sounded about right.
“But I love her, man, so,” Corwyn said adamantly, staring out at his bride on the dance floor. Cregan felt bad keeping him from her, though the groom still had half of a cigarette to go.
“I get that,” Cregan sympathized.
“I mean, it’s a rollercoaster,” Corwyn explained, shaking his head with a laugh. “But those are fun for a reason, right?”
“Right,” Cregan replied.
“Just gotta enjoy the ride,” Corwyn grinned.
***
Cregan’s plan worked perfectly, and Jace was conveniently beginning to sober up as the night came to a close. Though he’d have happily carried his boyfriend over his shoulder back to their room, he thought it would be a better look for Jace to walk off the dance floor with his own two feet. His boyfriend had started to get handsy on their walk back from the lawn where the wedding took place, yanking Cregan down by his lapels over and over to steal kiss after kiss.
They struggled unlocking the hotel room, with Jace pinned against the door and Cregan’s tongue down his throat, but eventually they managed to get inside. Their hotel room was dark. A couple suitcases sat in the corner of the room, their clothes from earlier in the day abandoned on the floor.
“Fuck me, Cregan,” Jace begged, alcohol and desperation lacing his words as the door slammed shut.
“Yeah, baby,” Cregan grunted as he worked on the buttons of Jace’s shirt. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
“Get it off,” Jace whined, fighting against the starchy linen shirt. In a moment of haste, Cregan leaned into his instincts, ripping the shirt down the middle, popping the buttons and freeing Jace from the shirt.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jace gasped as Cregan picked him up, supporting him underneath his thighs as Jace wrapped his legs around his middle.
“ You’re so hot,” Cregan parroted in response, his knees knocking into the hotel bed, toppling them over. Dropping Jace down on the mattress, Cregan stood up briefly to unbutton his pants, shucking them off in a second and stripping out of his button down shirt in another. He’d been hard since they left the venue, since Jace whispered in his ear all the filthy things he wanted to do once they returned to their room, so Cregan’s erection was bordering on painful. Jace sucked in a deep breath as Cregan’s cock bobbed against his abdomen; no matter how many times they’d been together like this, Jace never failed to make a spectacle of admiring Cregan’s package.
“Big boy,” he squealed with delight.
“All for you,” Cregan said as he leaned back in, hands reaching for Jace’s waist.
“Off,” Jace squirmed as Cregan unbuttoned the black wool dress pants.
“Yeah?” Cregan asked. “Gods, my baby looks damn good in a suit.”
Jace preened at the praise, his eyes squeezing shut as Cregan pulled his pants off in one swift motion.
“Need you so bad,” Jace practically cried, spreading his legs like a whore.
“I know you do,” Cregan said between kisses, mouthing down Jace’s sternum, sucking fat love bites into his porcelain skin.
“Please, fuck me,” Jace begged.
“Gonna fuck you,” Cregan whispered against Jace’s abdomen, his chin butting up against the head of Jace’s cock.
“No, now,” Jace insisted, imploring his boyfriend to do away with foreplay.
“Need to taste you,” Cregan disagreed, pulling back Jace’s cock to take him in his mouth. He began to stroke the base while his mouth did most of the work at the head. He heard Jace begin to protest, so he pulled his mouth off Jace’s cock. He took two steps from the bed to fish a bottle of lube out of his luggage, drizzling a generous amount on two of his fingers as he returned to the bed. Jace spread his legs wider as Cregan approached, hands under his knees, his hole clenching with every shallow breath.
“This where you need me?” Cregan teased as he probed Jace’s ass with a finger.
“Yes,” Jace panted, “please Cregan, please.”
Cregan’s finger slipped inside easily, past the second knuckle without much trouble.
“More,” Jace implored, bearing down against his lone digit. “More.”
Cregan chuckled as he withdrew the finger, only to return with a second one, working them inside his boyfriend with more resistance, prying his hole open.
“Relax, baby,” Cregan encouraged him, reaching deeper inside Jace to brush against his prostate. Jace wailed as he did, squirming and moaning in ecstasy. His cock was steadily leaking precum on his belly.
“Inside me,” Jace demanded, bearing down against the fingers inside his ass.
“Okay, baby,” Cregan nodded, pulling his hand from Jace and reaching for the lube. Spreading the cold jelly along his cock, Cregan moaned under his breath, stroking himself once as he peered down at the perfection beneath him. Jace held his knees apart, wide as they could go, as Cregan lined himself up with his entrance. He’d barely gotten his tip past the rim before Jace was crying out for more.
“Thought about fucking you all day,” Cregan husked, watching his boyfriend’s expression twist in pleasure as he spoke, as he sank deeper inside of him. “Just like this.”
“Yeah,” Jace whined, rolling his hips as Cregan started to pound into him in earnest.
“Watching you walk down the aisle, fuck,” Cregan confessed, feeling his mouth moving faster than his mind. “I just wanted to be up there with you.”
Jace’s eyes opened wide beneath him, breath caught in his throat.
“Cregan,” he stammered, his hands moving all over Cregan’s chest, grasping at his chest hair.
“Fuck, I wanna marry you,” Cregan said suddenly, all manner of decorum and presence fleeing his mind.
“Cregan,” Jace repeated, his tone more serious as his hands roamed, palming Cregan’s ass, pulling his hips forward harder.
“Marry me, baby, I’m serious,” Cregan emphasized, letting Jace lead his lips as he crushed them together. “I want you forever.”
Their life flashed before his eyes, their future. All the things he’d wanted but never found a way to say. A wedding. One with Rickon there by his side. Rickon getting to say he had two daddies. Rings on both their hands.
A house, and then an even bigger house. One they could grow into, together. One they could fill with more sets of tiny feet and more bedtime stories. More love.
“Oh my gods,” Jace cried as Cregan reached for his cock bouncing between them, taking him in hand to stroke. “Oh my gods, Cregan.”
“What?” Cregan cooed as he started to tug on Jace’s cock, his fist still slick with lube.
“You can’t ask me to marry you when you’re balls deep in my ass,” Jace said with a laugh, his eyes rolling back.
“Sure I can,” Cregan grinned as he worked his boyfriend harder. “Just did.”
“You’ll take it back,” Jace gasped, his ass clenching down around Cregan’s cock, hips jerking. “You don’t mean it.”
“You think I don’t mean it?” Cregan barked a laugh. “I’ll ask you again, it’ll be better,” he figured. “I’ll ask you a hundred times. I won’t change my mind.”
“A hundred?” Jace teased, his voice breaking as Cregan ran his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing more precum as it dribbled steadily.
“More,” Cregan groaned, nearing his own peak as he railed into his boyfriend. “I want you to be mine forever,” he said again. “I want you to be my family.”
“Cregan,” Jace said with a sob, “Do you really?”
“Fuck, Jace, yes,” he pleaded. “I want us to be a family, I want to have a family with you.”
“I love you,” Jace cried, tears streaming down his face.
“Say yes,” Cregan begged, “say you will.”
“I’ll marry you,” Jace nodded. “Of course I will marry you, ah, gods ,” he moaned as his orgasm ripped through him, his ass spasming around Cregan as he painted his own stomach with milky white, his cock still held tightly in Cregan’s fist.
Cregan followed suit, slamming his hips into his boyfriend, balls slapping against Jace’s ass. Cregan groaned with abandon as he came, filling Jace to the brim with his hot release.
Sweaty and spent, Cregan collapsed down onto Jace, keeping his weight supported with his hands on either side of his head, though only just. He buried his face in Jace’s neck, breathing in the fading, familiar scent of warm, sweet cologne and the salt of his skin.
“Marry me,” he whispered, wet lips against Jace’s neck.
“Yes,” Jace sighed. Cregan could feel him nodding his head, Jace’s chin bobbing against Cregan’s cheek. Jace wrapped his arms around Cregan’s back, his legs following suit, clinging to him lazily. “I already said yes.”
Cregan pulled his face from Jace’s neck, pressing himself up to peer down at his love, his life.
“Ninety-nine more to go, I guess,” he grinned.