"I HATE this!"
"Duly noted, Chris. Now come out here and let's see ya," drawled
Buck. All but Josiah were scattered around the house, waiting for their leader
to finish dressing.
Without looking up, Ezra called back to the bedroom, "The wedding
starts soon and it is bad form for the best man to be late."
Nathan glanced at JD and grinned as they all heard a plaintive sigh
followed by a muffled curse.
"Did it have to be a Scottish wedding," he lamented as he
emerged from the bedroom.
"Hey, if all us ushers have to wear kilts, so do you," said Vin.
"I need a drink." Chris reached for the whiskey bottle on the
coffee table.
Nathan quickly intercepted it. "Not before the wedding. At the
reception. You can drink all you want then."
"I'd have to be drunk to show up in this!" He tugged for the
umpteenth time at the shirt cuffs in the short, fitted jacket, then began to
fuss with the long tartan sash on his shoulder. "Ezra, this is more your
thing than mine. How do I do this?"
"Chris, I have never appeared in public in skirts." He paused
thoughtfully as he raised his flask to his mouth. "Except in the line of
duty." He tucked the flask into the sporran at his waist before coming
over to help. "And that 'thing' is pronounced 'played'."
"Whatever," said Chris. "Just don't choke me with it."
"It's your own fault," said Buck. "You were the one who said
we'd do anything for Mary and Gerard's wedding."
"How was I to know she'd have my team--MY team--dressed up like a
bunch of Catholic schoolgirls?!"
Vin grinned. "Yer lookin' at it the wrong way. We're dressed like
Highlanders. You know...Princes of the universe?"
Chris arched an eyebrow, and opened his mouth to retort when JD
interrupted.
"Guys?" He pointed at his watch. "We gotta go. Josiah's not
gonna appreciate it if we're late for the ceremony. And Casey's gonna be mad
at me."
Buck grinned. "She might get ideas, JD, now that she's a
bridesmaid."
"Shut up, Buck."
Mary had thoughtfully arranged for Chris's team to sit together at the
reception.
"Nice weddin'," commented Vin, as he took a seat beside Chris.
"Nettie looked really nice as matron of honor." He leaned in closer.
"You ain't lookin' so bad yourself," he whispered.
Chris smiled but said nothing as he picked at his dessert. He looked around
at the rest of his team enjoying themselves at the reception. JD was dancing
with Casey. Rain was in a corner of the dance floor trying to teach Nathan a
few steps, and far across the room he could see Buck talking to Inez. Josiah
was accepting compliments for the ceremony he'd performed while Ezra was
discussing the merits of Las Vegas versus Atlantic City with some of the more
well-heeled relatives of the bride and groom.
"Ain't you cold," asked Chris suddenly.
Vin looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you--? Wait, what're
you wearin' under that?"
"What do you think? What do I usually wear?"
His mouth dropped open. "You mean you're not--?"
Chris shot him a warning look as a grin slowly spread across Vin's face.
Oh, this was going to be sweet. He still owed Chris for that spanking he'd
gotten from him. His butt still tingled when he thought of that.
"This wedding thing makes me feel all romantic. You know what I'd like
to do to you, cowboy?" He moved as close to Chris as he could, then
whispered into his ear, making sure his warm breath tickled the sensitive
skin. He thought of every fantasy, every daydream, every longing he'd ever had
about Chris and began to describe each of them in intimate detail.
Chris shifted in his seat, then quickly drained the last of his drink.
"Want another?" Vin grinned mischieviously.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," said Chris. "Whiskey and
soda."
"Why don't you go get it? Bar's right up there."
Chris looked at him murderously. They both knew good and well why Chris
didn't want to stand. "It's lucky for you my gun's in the Ram, because no
jury in the world would convict me. When I get you home..."
"What's wrong with now?"
"Here? Are you outta yer mind?"
"Hell, Chris, everyone's drunk by now. Nobody'll notice."
Chris knew that was true, but he didn't care. "Forget it!"
Vin casually moved his forearm. "Oops." He grinned. "Dropped
my knife."
"Vin--!" Chris watched helplessly as the sharpshooter slipped
under the long tablecloth. Damn him, anyway.
Moments later he felt cool air against his thighs. He closed his eyes
silently praying that Vin wasn't going to do what he thought he was going to
do.
"Chris! Sitting all alone?"
His eyes snapped open to see Mary standing in front of him.
"Uh...yeah! Hadn't finished eating." He picked up his fork again
and attacked his dessert with renewed gusto. A hot, wet tongue licked the tip
of him under the table and he nearly choked.
"Are you okay?" Mary frowned in concern.
Chris nodded, his face reddening as he swallowed hard. He forced a smile,
trying to change the subject. "You look beautiful today, Mary."
She blushed, obviously pleased at the compliment. "Thank you. I was a
little worried about Billy. Ring-bearer is a big responsibility at his
age."
He nodded. He sent a subtle but sharp kick under the table to try to
discourage his tormenter, but was rewarded with the unpleasant sensation of
having one of his pubic hairs plucked.
"You're sure you're okay, Chris? You look a bit like you're in
pain."
"No, no, Mary. Honest. I think it was my...um...kilt pin. You know
these kilts."
"I do appreciate you and the others wearing them. You all look so
handsome, really you do. Where's Vin? I want to thank him, too."
"Oh, he's...around." Chris struggled to control his breathing as
a wet mouth suddenly and fully engulfed him. He wanted to moan but instead
quickly shoveled a forkful of food into his mouth. The intent failed as a
small moan escaped him anyway.
Mary smiled again. "Oh, I know what you mean. Isn't it just
divine?"
"What is?"Chris blinked.
"Nettie made the dessert. Isn't it just marvelous?"
He nodded, beginning to choke as Vin's mouth released him and began
tonguing his balls gently, insistently.
Mary moved to pat him sharply on the back. "I'm going to go find
Nathan. I don't care what you say, Chris Larabee, you don't look okay."
She turned and walked away.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" Chris rasped angrily in a
low voice.
"From where I'm sittin', you don't look like you mind all that
much," a muffled voice replied.
"Find yer damn knife and get up here. I mean it--"
Any further orders were stopped in his throat as a firm but gentle hand
began gently kneading his balls as he was being sucked. Vin had steadily been
increasing the pressure and the pace and Chris could feel his balls beginning
to tighten.
"Dammit, I'm gonna come--" he hissed. He reached under the table,
resting his hand on the silky head that bobbed rhythmically.
"What's that," said a new voice.
Chris stifled a groan and pulled his hand away.
Gerard.
"I'm gonna come...to...to...weddings more often." Vin was so dead
when this was over. "Great reception, Gerard. If you're lookin' for Mary,
she went off that way."
"Oh, I'll see her later...if you know what I mean." He winked.
"Say, why aren't you on the dance floor?"
Chris reached for Vin's half-finished beer. "Ain't quite drunk enough
yet."
Gerard laughed appreciatively just as JD and Casey came over to the table.
She caught Gerard's arm.
"Hey, the groom should out there dancing!"
"Now, Casey--"
"This is the first chance I've had, Gerard, now come on!"
Gerard looked at Chris beseechingly. "Chris? Help me out, here."
Chris shook his head. "You're on your own." JD started to sit
down, a sweaty flush to his face. Chris's balls were doing a Highland Fling of
their own and now he wanted the youngest member of the team to just go away.
"JD, keep an eye on her so that she doesn't give the groom a heart attack
before his honeymoon. Mary'd kill us all."
He watched with relief as they left him alone at last. He could no longer
control his rapid breathing and his heart felt like it would pound right out
of his chest. His balls were taut as rubber bands and he knew he'd explode any
moment.
"Vin--" he gasped. "Please--I'm so close--I--"
"Relax," the muffled voice responded.
By now, a loud disco tune was thumping throughout the hall. The other
guests were oblivious to the blond man sitting by himself at the table at the
far end, lost in his own world.
Chris leaned back, finally surrendering himself to the inevitable. A
shudder of pleasure rippled through his body and thrummed in his groin. His
toes curled in the knee-high kilt hose as all his muscles went rigid and then
relaxed in sweet release.
Vin kept up his pace till the end, quickly swallowing every drop of the
warm, sticky fluid till Chris was thoroughly drained.
Chris closed his eyes, as the last waves of pleasure gradually faded away.
When he opened them again, Ezra was staggering by with one of the female
guests just as Vin was crawling out from under the table.
"Imbibed that much, Mr. Tanner?"
"Dropped my knife," he smiled. "And thank you, Ezra, I've
had plenty to drink." He flashed a wicked smile at Chris. "But I
could always go for another."
Ezra shrugged and turned to his companion. "Come, my dear, this party
seems to be winding down and I believe you can see Orion at this hour."
She giggled as he led her outside.
Chris looked at him. It was hard to be angry at Vin, and he was feeling too
mellow for that anyway, so he didn't even try. Instead he slipped his hand
into Vin's lap, feeling the hardness under the sharpshooter's kilt. He
squeezed Vin gently and leaned in close, his mouth next to Vin's ear.
"Let's say we head for home for a few Highland Games of our own."
"Maybe we could even...blow on the pipes a little?"
"I've never been one for bagpipe music...but in this case, I think
that can be arranged."
The End
