You’ll always be my home

by Dontbeshockedwhenurhistorybookmentionsme

Notes:

Dropping off earth now. Will be back on my bday but *chuckles* school and theatre has started so… yeah

 

Let it be known that since Race and Spot were children, they knew they never wanted that 200+ people wedding with a $150,000 budget. No shame to the people who want that, but they just aren't in that category.

 

So when Spot and Race were planning their wedding celebration, they decided on a few things, one of which being that they would just go to the clerk’s office with Jack and Davey as their witnesses, and afterwards they would have a party at Medda’s house to celebrate.

 

***

 

“Sean Conlon, you are not wearing that to our wedding. I will divorce you.” Race threatened, staring in disgust at his soon to be husband. Look, he loved Spot, but Race would never hesitate to throw him under the bus at his "fashion sense” or lack thereof. This man was wearing a red and black striped tank top and jeans with suspenders.

 

To marry the love of his life.

 

Absa-fucking-no. Not on Race’s watch.

 

Race practically dragged Spot back over to the closet and produced an almost wine red short sleeved button up, holding it up against Spot. Race nodded approvingly.

 

“The jeans you can keep, but no tank top and suspenders you dumbass.” Race said, looking in the full length mirror as he finally buttoned up the final two buttons on his shirt much like Spots, only this pretty blue that made his eyes pop, with a pair of grayish tan corduroy pants completing the ensemble.

 

“You know you can leave the buttons undone, right? As no one should be coming after you, I do not mind at all.” A smirk was on Spot’s face as he said it and slipped on the shirt Race required him put on.

 

“Yeah, well, you'll see a lot more than 3 square inches of my chest tonight.” Race said with a wink as he walked into the bathroom.

 

Spot followed him in, as the door was still open, to find the blonde brushing his teeth. Spot wrapped his arms around Race and placed some kisses on his back.

 

“I love you, Sunlight.” Spot whispered. 

 

“Love you too.” Race mumbled around the toothbrush. Of course he’s using the pet name he knows gets him anything.

 

***

 

“Spot, Race, lets go!” Jack hollered when he entered the couple’s apartment.

 

 

Spot and Race stopped and quickly got off the bed, caught like a bunch of horny teenagers as they rebuttoned their shirts. They came out of the bedroom, holding hands to find Jack and Davey giving both of them a heavily knowing eye brow raise.

 

“It’s your wedding day.” Jack said, his hands up.

 

“Do I need to remind you of what happened at your guys wedding?” Race asked, making Jack stop in his track and Davey choke on his spit.

 

Unlike Race and Spot, they actually had a venue and Race and Spot may or may not have walked into Jack and Davey making out while grinding into each other in the, for some reason, unlocked bathroom. Yeah, they backed the fuck out of there.

 

“You ready, my love?” Race asked as he majestically bowed towards the door.

 

“Only if you are.” Spot said in an overemblelished accent.

 

***

 

After the whole getting the marriage certificate thing was done, they were now at Medda’s.

 

The second the door creaked open, there was Albert popping the cork of a bottle of champagne. Everyone cheered, the sheet cake they had gotten on the counter, along with all the alcohol you could imagine.

 

This was going to be fun.

 

“So how are the newlyweds?” Crutchie asked the pair as Albert poured the champagne he had opened for that dramatic effect.

 

“I’d say good, what about you, Mr. Sean Conlon-Higgins?” Race asked his now husband.

 

“I’d say the exact same as my wonderful husband.” Spot said, as he pecked Race’s cheek.

 

Look, it was their wedding day so some sort of pda among their friends was allowed.

 

“Get a room!” Elmer hollered as he helped his boyfriend hand out the alcohol.

 

“I wasn't going to say it,” Finch chimed in, grabbing a flute for himself and Crutchie, “But I’m surprised you guys wanted a party after getting hitched. I would have thought the newlyweds would have wanted to…”

 

“Oh, dont worry,” Spot replied, motioning towards the blonde next to him who was grabbing some of his favorite chips, “As soon as we get home, he’s getting fucked into the matress.” 

 

“I do not need to hear about my brother's sex life.” Both of Race’s brothers replied.

 

“Crutch,” Race said, as he handed Spot some Doritos, “It was your boyfriend who asked, so I’d blame your choice in men, and Jack, its not like you and Davey are exactly very innocent.”

 

“DAYMN!” Race’s best friend (well… the one that wasn't Spot) said.

 

Yeah, this night was gonna be amazing.

 

***

 

The next day, Race groggily went into the bathroom, his head only hurting slightly as he stopped himself before he drank way too much. He stopped when he saw how he looked in the mirror above the sink.

 

Jesus, as if the ring’s not enough to say I belong to Spot, he just had to give me, like 70 hickeys last night. Race thought as he noticed the marks decending from behind his ear, to his neck and chest, then dipping down to his stomach and abruptly being cut off (not that there werent more underneath) by Race’s pj pants.

 

Race’s home would forever be his husband, that fact could never be denied.

Notes:

Let us hypothetically pray for my school laptop where I wrote all of this on, including when I got possessed by a horny demon…twice yeah…

Love yall! <333