Page 117 of As the Years Pass
“True, but first impressions and all.”
We walk down to the beach together, where there is a small area set up with chairs. Dominic and Mikah are already there, and I almost can’t believe how quickly Dominic got ready considering he looked like a bum about thirty minutes ago.
“Hey, you think they make porn together?” Adam asks as we get closer to them.
“Oh, one hundred percent,” I answer. “Mikah is a cam boy too.”
“No shit?” Adam laughs. “Hm, well, I guess that’s one way to do it.”
“They’re probably going to put up a special tonight. Wedding Night Blow Jobs or something.”
“Cumwatch us get married.”
“Oh, or maybe Married in Pound Town.”
Adam really laughs at that one, then says, “Think they’ll use cock rings? Put them on each other’s boners while they recite their vows?”
“Oh my god, I hope so! Can you imagine?”
“No, not really,” Adam says, then looks over at Dominic and Mikah. “We should have gotten them a bouquet of dildos.”
“Jesus,” I choke out.
“So much potential,” Adam says with a smile.
“It’s official, Adam. We are never getting married.”
He gasps, putting his hand on his chest. “Now, that’s just rude.”
I step up to him, lowering my voice and saying, “If we were to get married, no one sees yourbonerbut me.”
“I could be persuaded into that,” he says lowly.
My dick stirs in my pants, and I have to step away because why are we talking about getting married and why is it so sexual? We’re at a damn wedding—my brother’s wedding!
“Hey, so glad you could make it,” Dominic says cheerily.
“You look fucking hot, bro,” I say, patting him on the shoulder. He’s wearing a light grey suit with a light blue shirt, while Mikah is the opposite in a blue suit that not many people could pull off.
“He does, doesn’t he?” Mikah says with a smile.
“And so do you. This is Adam, by the way,” I say, gesturing with a jerk of my head. “We’ve been friends for a while. Dominic knows him too.”
Mikah holds out his hand.
“Mikah, Dominic’s soon to be husband,” he says.
“Not soon enough,” Dominic adds, nudging Mikah with his elbow.
“In like ten minutes.”
“Still not soon enough.”
Mikah rolls his eyes, and Adam and I both laugh.
“We actually have to head over there, but we will see you after, right? At the bar.” Dominic raises a brow.
“We will be there,” I assure him. “I already told you this.”
