HT100 Challenge #95: Same name, different story: The Wedding Date
That poor bastard.
Keller actually feels sorry for the guy. Standing there, all dolled up, next to the blue eyed beast, waiting for the internet ordained minister slash rapist slash murdering pimp to ask, scratch that, *tell* him to love, honor and obey dear old (OLD) Vern.
But the rapist slash pimp fumbles with the big words and the Aryans start booing.
Stupid fuckers.
"Fuck this. Let's skip this and go straight to the honeymoon part." Big grin followed by a slap on poor Toby's ass.
Icy blues glares, pats Toby possessively. "He's. Mine." Turns to Toby and kisses him gingerly on the cheek. "Right?"
"Y…yours. All yours. Sir."
"Good." Another pat. Looks up at the C.O, smoking by the door. "Now, let's get on with it. No time like the present." He grabs Toby again (any excuse…) and smoothes his lipstick." There." Pause. "That's a nice color on you."
Toby just nods.
Stupid fucker.
They exchange rings and the Aryans cheer. When it's kissy kissy time, Icy blues hides his smile. Leans in, catches Toby's lips, hard, fast. Tongue and spit and for a moment it seems like Toby's actually enjoying it.
Keller blinks.
Another kiss follows and (not so) icy blues pulls away. "Enough." He looks down at Toby. "Save it for the honeymoon."
The crowd goes wild.