My Anti-Marriage

by D. J. Jamison

  Ant squeezed Chris’s cock, stroking him to the edge of orgasm while thrusting between his legs. Every few thrusts, his cock nudged Chris’s balls, adding another layer of sensation. The room smelled of sex and sweat, and Ant’s heavy breaths echoed in his ears. Chris could practically taste their lust in the air.

  He’d never done this sort of mock fucking before, but it was more erotic than he’d imagined. All too soon, Chris came in a warm rush over Ant’s fist, shuddering with pleasure. Ant muffled a shout against his shoulder, jerking behind him and spilling hotly onto Chris’s skin.

  “You know how to treat a guy,” Chris teased. “You’re going to spoil me.”

  Ant dropped gentle kisses on his shoulder. “Nah, I’m the one who’s spoiled.”

  Chris’s heart warmed. Ant might be talking about sex, but after everything they’d said the night before, it seemed like they had the potential for more.

  If only we’d gotten married on purpose …

  The thought turned a sweet moment bitter. Once again, Chris regretted that he couldn’t remember the ceremony, but this time it was because he wanted to recall Ant standing beside him, saying vows of commitment.

  He’d have only the vows Ant had so sweetly recited at his hotel door. Not too shabby a consolation, he supposed. And neither was the man so sweetly kissing his skin.

  Chris had no idea what came next for them. Everything had changed overnight. But he felt too content in Ant’s arms to bring up drunk weddings or plans for annulment.

  “Want to shower?” he asked instead.

  Ant joined him in the bathroom, and by the time they got out of the shower, Chris’s phone was trilling a high-pitched ring tone.

  “Why don’t you change that to something less annoying?”

  “It catches my attention this way.”

  “And makes all the dogs in the neighborhood howl, I bet.”

  Chris rolled his eyes. “You and those dogs. Should I be jealous?”

  He picked up the phone, hitting accept call before Ant could answer. “Morning, Bradzilla,” Chris teased, smiling smugly when Ant slipped arms around him from behind.

  “Somebody got laid,” Brad said.

  “Shut up.”

  Ant nuzzled the back of his neck, causing Chris to jerk away. “Stop,” he mouthed, even as Brad gave him more grief.

  “Everyone saw you leave together.” He deepened his voice dramatically. “Excuses are futile.”

  Ant snickered, clearly overhearing Brad through the phone. Chris didn’t really mind his friends knowing that he and Ant had hooked up, though it would be easier to explain if he knew what it meant.

  “You might as well say good morning, Ant,” Chris said, holding the phone out from his ear as Brad’s bark of laughter threatened to break his ear drum.

  “Morning, Brad,” Ant said obediently into the phone before kissing Chris on the cheek and moving across the room to pick up clothes tossed on the floor in their hurry to get naked the night before.

  “Oops. Riley is telling me to shut my yap,” Brad said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “He’s sleeping in because we stayed out late, and unlike me, he’s naturally gorgeous and can roll out of bed and into his wedding without any prep.”

  “You know you’re gorgeous,” Chris said dismissively.

  “Yes, but I need a hair salon and a shopping trip to make me wedding day beautiful.”

  “Meet you in the lobby in five?”

  “You’re the best!”

  “Is Bret going with?”

  “He’s ducking out on me to go photograph the desert, can you believe that? As if cacti and beige landscapes are interesting.”

  “But on the upside, he’ll probably take some great photos of you and Riley later.”

  “Ooh, good point,” Brad said as Chris watched Ant bend over to tug on his boxer briefs, then his track pants. The man seriously needed to change it up. Chris knew he had better clothes; Ant had dressed to impress on their first few dates. But considering Chris hadn’t seen him in anything even close to formal since they arrived, he’d have to make sure Ant had something nice to wear to the wedding.

  “You’re the fashionista,” Brad said, “so I’ve got my best wingman in tow.”

  “Hardly,” Chris said, “but I do like shopping.”

  “Oh my God,” Brad said suddenly, sounding stunned.

  “What?”

  “I’m getting married, Chris. It feels so weird.”

  Chris smiled, remembering the feeling that hit him when he looked down at that marriage license the night before. Their circumstances were different, but he could relate. “It’s a good thing. You two are perfect for one another.”

  “There was a time I thought I’d never have more than a small piece of him,” he said in a small voice before sniffing. “Oh, I gotta go. Now, Riley feels bad and he’s gonna blow me. See you in five!”

  He disconnected while Chris laughed. God, he hoped that was a joke. He didn’t need to know more about their sex life than he already did.

  As soon as he lowered the phone, Ant reeled him in for a kiss. “I take it Brad’s keeping you busy again today.”

  “Seems like it.”

  “Have fun,” Ant said. “I’ll mosey down to my room and put on some clean clothes before checking in with Riley.”

  “Sounded like he was sleeping in, so grab yourself some breakfast and take it easy,” Chris said with a smile. “You had quite the workout last night.”

  He was hyperaware of what he wasn’t saying. Go work on that annulment. But there was still plenty of time. Worst case, they could file the paperwork from home. And it’s not like the annulment would be finalized while they were still in Vegas anyway, so …

  And why don’t you tell yourself another one, Chris?

  He knew he was making excuses not to address the elephant in the room. But he didn’t want to spoil their morning together. Besides, Ant wasn’t saying anything either.

  Ant changed into fresh clothing, went down to hit the breakfast buffet, and shared a cup of coffee with Harry and Bret before they headed out to the desert for a few hours indulging Bret’s passion for photography.

  Once they set off, Ant returned to his room, flopped onto his bed, and pulled up Google to research how to file for an annulment. With Chris busy with Brad, he figured he’d take the lead to ease Chris’s mind by getting the ball rolling. Only certain criteria allowed for an annulment, including a spouse being mentally incompetent or unable to understand consent. He hoped that would apply in their case, since neither of them had been sober enough to give any kind of rational consent.

  He read through some of the details of what to expect. When he saw that an annulment took a few weeks to process, he exhaled with relief. That gave him and Chris some time to figure out what they were to each other before everything changed again.

  There was a list of lawyers specializing in annulment in Vegas. Go figure. Ant got the impression they weren’t the first yahoos to make an impulsive mistake. It seemed counterintuitive to create marriage laws that so easily allowed for spontaneous and/or poor decisions, but it was undoubtedly a profitable industry.

  He clicked a link, read through the annulment explanation one more time, then clicked a link to submit forms. The lawyers had this stuff down to the click of a few buttons, for the “low flat fee” of $499, plus court costs. Ant hated to think how much those might add on to the bill.

  Chris and I could just pretend we’re not married. Hell, we might end up married again someday.

  His heart skipped a beat in his chest. Jesus. Chris was the one. They’d gotten thrown off the rails before their relationship could leave the station, but they were back on track now. And Ant felt it, deep in his core. Chris was the one for him.

  Then he remembered Chris’s disappointment that he didn’t remember the ceremony. If they stayed married, he’d never have that, and they’d be taking on a hell of a lot of pressure right out of the gate. Annulment was the right call. Then, when th
e time was right, they could stand together before their friends and family and make vows they’d both remember for the rest of their lives.

  Damn, man. He’s already turned you into a sap.

  But still, he hesitated to click the button. Not because he didn’t want the annulment, but because something was niggling at him. A feeling that he was missing something.

  A fragment of memory he’d had before surfaced. Without distractions, he focused on it, picking up a few new details.

  Ant laughed at Chris’s impersonation of Brad as he strode up a short aisle with a swish to his hips, before twirling around.

  “Gentlemen,” a manager called as Chris tripped, and Ant caught him before he hit the ground.

  “You’re a graceful bride,” Ant teased.

  Chris pushed out his lower lip. “I’m a groom! Don’t you find me manly?”

  “Excuse me, you can’t be in here unless you’ve signed in,” a harassed-sounding voice called.

  “You’re man enough for me, and I am hella gay, so that’s a high compliment.”

  Chris gasped as Ant jerked him upright and then pressed a firm kiss to his lips. He grinned into the kiss, hooking one arm around Ant’s neck

  “I must insist you two return to the entryway.”

  Chris and Ant looked at the chapel manager, a put-upon woman in her mid-forties with dishwater-blonde hair and pursed lips, and they both busted out laughing at her consternation. She began lecturing them, much as Ant’s mom did when he was just a kid, and this only made him laugh harder.

  “We’re going,” Chris gasped out as they turned toward the exit.

  “Hope they let Brad and Riley in after this,” Ant said after they pushed through the doors and spilled out onto the sidewalk, still laughing hysterically.

  That set Chris off again, until he was bent over, laughing so hard he was crying.

  That memory … something about it.

  Then it hit him. They’d been in a wedding venue, but the manager hadn’t wanted them there. Was that because they’d overstayed their welcome after getting married, or because they weren’t paying customers at all?

  He and Chris had both assumed once they saw the marriage license that they must be married. But the license itself wasn’t proof of that. You had to use the license. What if they hadn’t?

  Ant hadn’t seen a copy of a marriage license lying around anywhere, but they were so drunk they might have left it anywhere. If they didn’t use it, and right now that was a pretty big if.

  An idea occurred to him, and he picked up his phone to text Chris.

  Ant: Do you have that list of wedding venues we checked out Thursday?

  Chris: Yeah, I emailed it to myself. Why?

  Ant didn’t want to get Chris’s hopes up if his hunch was wrong, so he hedged.

  Ant: Thought I’d double-check the booking for Brad and Riley. Don’t really want to rely on my memory, considering …

  Chris: Good idea! OMG, I should have thought of that. Thank you so, so much

  Ant: No prob

  Chris: Let me know if there’s any problem. Sending the list now xoxo

  Ant drew a deep breath, then called up the list of venues, and called the first one. Surely the chapels kept records, and if they’d married Chris and Ant, they’d be able to verify it.

  Here goes nothing.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chris rapped on Ant’s hotel door, a shopping bag in his hand and a happiness that had sustained him through a long day of primping with Brad. Not to mention the teasing he’d endured about finally giving in to his attraction to Ant.

  He hadn’t told Brad about everything else that happened that weekend, though it was getting harder to keep it a secret. Maybe because it felt less awful and almost … good?

  Ant opened the door, looking frazzled. “It’s not time to go, is it?”

  Chris grinned. “No.” He took in Ant’s half-dressed state. “Unless you mean that as an innuendo.”

  “What?” Ant looked baffled before shaking his head. “Get in here, you minx.”

  Chris laughed. “Never been called that before.”

  “Yeah? What do your lovers usually call you?”

  Chris looked at him with a straight face. “Chris.”

  Ant swatted his ass. “Very funny.”

  Chris took in the room, eyes drawn to the clothes strewn over the bed. Setting down his shopping bag, he picked up a pair of dark jeans. “So, you do own something that’s not nylon.”

  Ant came up behind him, slipping his arms around his waist. “Yes, smartass. Though nothing that would make me look as good as you.”

  Chris turned, taking in Ant’s bare chest. “You look best in nothing at all.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Mm-hmm.” Chris stepped back. “Looks like you need some help getting changed.”

  “Sure, I’ve always been crap at color coordinating—oh.”

  Ant cut off with a sharp breath as Chris placed his hands on his hips, just above his shorts. He circled his thumbs over Ant’s skin, smiling as goose bumps rushed to the surface. He liked knowing he could affect him so completely.

  Holding Ant’s gaze, Chris pushed his shorts down until they fell around his ankles, leaving him in boxer briefs stretched lewdly over his erection.

  Chris’s gaze dropped, drinking him in. Ant’s golden skin stretched over defined muscle made his mouth water. As Chris looked his fill, he saw Ant’s stomach clench tight and his cock continue to strain the confines of his underwear.

  “Just, uh, hand me the dark jeans,” Ant said, his voice unsteady.

  Chris, a smile flirting with his lips, obediently handed over the jeans. As Ant stepped into them, he cleared his throat. “I have something to say.”

  “Oh yeah?” Chris asked, his eyes watching Ant’s every move. “Is it about that hard dick you’re packing? Because there’s no way those jeans are going to be comfortable.”

  Ant paused in the act of pulling up his jeans and glanced down at his huge boner. “Yeah, I know, but what can you do?”

  Chris sank to his knees. Raising his hands to Ant’s waistband, he pulled out his briefs just enough for Ant’s cockhead to peek out the top.

  “Whoa, I, uh ... ”

  Chris leaned forward and licked over the head, and Ant groaned loudly, canting his hips forward in a silent plea for more. Chris hadn’t gotten the chance to return this particular favor, and saliva pooled under his tongue.

  This close, he could smell Ant, a mix of musk and soap.

  Chris dragged the material down until all of Ant was on display. He stood entirely naked, while Chris knelt before him in his jeans, button-down shirt, and sports coat, fully dressed for the wedding.

  “Chris …”

  “What baby?”

  Ant blinked lust-heavy eyes. “There was something I wanted to say.”

  “Yeah?” Chris was amused by Ant’s muddled state. He’d done a number on him, and he hadn’t even gotten started. “Let me suck off my husband,” he said. “You can tell me later.”

  Ant made an unintelligible sound, and then Chris was taking him into his mouth. His lips stretched, Ant’s thick cock heavy on his tongue. He swirled his tongue, spreading saliva around Ant’s cockhead, and then pushed his head down to Ant’s pubes.

  Ant groaned from deep in his chest. His hands landed in Chris’s hair. “Sweet Jesus.”

  “Mmm,” Chris hummed around the cock in his mouth.

  Chris reached around Ant’s body, squeezing his rock-hard glutes and then spreading them wide. He massaged him, teasing at the idea of ass play while he bobbed up and down his length. Ant was speaking gibberish.

  “So good. Want it forever,” he panted. “You and me.”

  Chris tried to tell Ant with his eyes that he already had him. He wanted them to start over. If Ant cared half as much as he seemed to, Chris would be an idiot not to try again. He sucked harder, telling himself that the tears burning at his eyes were from the abuse he was inflicting on
his throat.

  Ant came with a strangled cry, pulsing thick, salty cream onto the back of Chris’s tongue. He swallowed fast, needing to catch it all. Not only because he wanted it. He didn’t have another outfit ready for Brad’s wedding.

  Chris pulled back, gasping air as Ant lowered his hands to Chris’s shoulders, leaning against him for support as he trembled.

  “Damn, sweetness. You’re good.”

  Chris tipped his head up, smiling. “Glad you married me now, huh? Well, I am an excellent catch.”

  Ant’s breathing caught for a moment, and he caressed Chris’s cheek. “You really are,” he said. “But I haven’t caught you.”

  Chris blinked at the serious tone. “What?”

  “I should have told you sooner,” Ant said, wetting his lips. He looked nervous, and Chris couldn’t imagine why. Surely, he couldn’t have done something to betray Chris’s trust so soon. “You were just so happy and then so sexy, and then my brain leaked into my cock.”

  “Spit it out.”

  “That’s what he said.”

  Chris, trepidation swirling in his veins, was in no mood for the jokes. “Tell me,” he ordered.

  “We’re not married.”

  “We’re not married?” Chris echoed.

  Ant tried to smile. “Great news, huh? Just what you wanted.”

  His insides quaked as he put on a good face. He wanted to believe that the state of their marriage wouldn’t matter one way or another. They’d planned to annul it, so either way, it would be irrelevant in a matter of weeks. But there was a part of Ant that couldn’t help wondering if Chris would have slept with him if he hadn’t believed they were married. After all, why not indulge after you’ve already made the huge mistake of a drunk marriage?

  Ant hated that he thought this way. He wasn’t normally so insecure, and it wasn’t fair to Chris. But he couldn’t forget how hostile Chris had been right up until he’d seen that marriage license that seemed to seal their fate.