The last Bryan&Simon drabble
*sigh* got this done :D might write a drabble for Mike but these two are now married and off celebrating each other in privacy! Hope you like :)
Firsts and Lasts - 827
The marriage went like a dream. Simon half thought he was in a dream, except he could hear his mother sniffling behind him, his father clearing his throat, and Bryan was still fully dressed.
It had been perfect. Bryan arriving in a crowd of policemen, sirens shrilling out urgency, his anxious look melting into one of such devotion that Simon’s heart threatened to break free of his chest. For a whole minute there he’d had nothing to say, a record by his normal standards.
Bryan’s imbecile friends had been hung over enough to stay quiet. Simon may have suggested the organist play extra loud today, but hey, his dear gran was hard of hearing, he was thinking of her! The heavy police presence stopped any would be prankersters, a certain large forbidding presence seemed to have struck his best man dumb. Carl had whispered to him before the ceremony started:
‘That’s Mike? You turned down that big gorgeous hunk of uniformed yummyness for the dumb-arse?’ eyes had been rolled, but Simon knew his smile got goofy ‘I love him.’
‘You must’ he got a quick hug and hair ruffle, which his mother quickly corrected with an admonishing tut-tut. ’As your brother it’s my job to mock your chosen’ Carl winked ’and as your best man I feel it my duty to offer…’ a pause as he eyed their mother ’comfort to your poor hunk of a rejected suitor’
Their mother coughed ‘That’s not comforting you’ve got in mind son’ she swatted Carl who grinned back adopting an exaggerated leer ‘I promise, I’ll make him forget all about the goofball here though mum.’ He got another smack before they were pushed out the doors to where everyone waited.
Thankfully they got to say the vows they’d practised. Simon had seen Bryan’s frantic scribbles about Simon getting a large tattoo of his husbands name on his butt, and if those had been voiced they might have been needing some on-duty police present.
The first married kiss was enthusiastic. Even Carl got a little misty eyed, though he pretended to be eyeing up a constable. Simon floated out of the hall to sign the register, Bryan’s tight grip of his hand acting as anchor. Confetti came from everywhere, as did lipstick smudges, hugs and the odd grope.
Ties got loosed and shoes were kicked off as the music piped up but Bryan went missing just before the first dance. A frantic look around got Simon an eyeful of Ted; a short portly officer with a full bristly moustache spinning his partner around the room, it left no questions to the type of partnership those too had. Then Carl looking like the cat who’d stolen cream, he was perched on Mike’s knee eyeing the man in a full predator mode. Simon tried not to notice his brothers bruised puffy lips, he was clearly prepared to perform his ‘duty’ fully and all night.
Their song came on. The floor cleared. Simon stood alone in the middle of the dance floor as the lights lowered and a soft spotlight caressed him. Aside from the music the room was suspiciously quiet. Cameras held ready to capture and blind.
Bryan stepped onto the dance floor. Simon blinked.
Walking towards him was his new husband dressed in a long puffy white gown. Material bunched around his bare shoulders and pearls decorated the corset. A lacy frilly concoction ballooned from his waist, a miracle of petticoats and other female secrets. He even wore a sparkly tiara on his short dark hair.
Simon giggled, burped then sniffled. ‘Something you want to tell me hubby?’
‘I love you, you strong stubborn-arse of a man, I’ll do anything to prove it, putting up with your police force’ that got a cheer ‘wearing this silly dress…’
‘He wouldn’t let me shave his legs though’ Carl interjected from somewhere behind them ‘or let me give him a crack, sac and..’ his words got cut of on a with gulp. Simon made a note to thank Mike.
Bryan held his arms out and Simon leapt into them. They shuffled and snuggled to the music, more swaying than dancing. Of course Bryan forgot who was wearing the trousers in the relationship and got pushy, swirling Simon then dragging him close to kiss, but it was a very nice kiss so Simon forgave him, and added a little tongue.
The first of other married activities was done joyfully in their sealed hotel room. Dresses took a little figuring, and caused considerable frustration, but were at least mostly off for those. There was some new ground left to discover, a surprise on Simon’s hip. Delicate letters that were well healed but that Bryan felt the need to kiss better, over and over.
The last photo for the album was of Mike; his shocked face as the wedding bouquet sailed through the air to land in his open hands. Carl’s purr went unrecorded.
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Firsts and Lasts - 827
The marriage went like a dream. Simon half thought he was in a dream, except he could hear his mother sniffling behind him, his father clearing his throat, and Bryan was still fully dressed.
It had been perfect. Bryan arriving in a crowd of policemen, sirens shrilling out urgency, his anxious look melting into one of such devotion that Simon’s heart threatened to break free of his chest. For a whole minute there he’d had nothing to say, a record by his normal standards.
Bryan’s imbecile friends had been hung over enough to stay quiet. Simon may have suggested the organist play extra loud today, but hey, his dear gran was hard of hearing, he was thinking of her! The heavy police presence stopped any would be prankersters, a certain large forbidding presence seemed to have struck his best man dumb. Carl had whispered to him before the ceremony started:
‘That’s Mike? You turned down that big gorgeous hunk of uniformed yummyness for the dumb-arse?’ eyes had been rolled, but Simon knew his smile got goofy ‘I love him.’
‘You must’ he got a quick hug and hair ruffle, which his mother quickly corrected with an admonishing tut-tut. ’As your brother it’s my job to mock your chosen’ Carl winked ’and as your best man I feel it my duty to offer…’ a pause as he eyed their mother ’comfort to your poor hunk of a rejected suitor’
Their mother coughed ‘That’s not comforting you’ve got in mind son’ she swatted Carl who grinned back adopting an exaggerated leer ‘I promise, I’ll make him forget all about the goofball here though mum.’ He got another smack before they were pushed out the doors to where everyone waited.
Thankfully they got to say the vows they’d practised. Simon had seen Bryan’s frantic scribbles about Simon getting a large tattoo of his husbands name on his butt, and if those had been voiced they might have been needing some on-duty police present.
The first married kiss was enthusiastic. Even Carl got a little misty eyed, though he pretended to be eyeing up a constable. Simon floated out of the hall to sign the register, Bryan’s tight grip of his hand acting as anchor. Confetti came from everywhere, as did lipstick smudges, hugs and the odd grope.
Ties got loosed and shoes were kicked off as the music piped up but Bryan went missing just before the first dance. A frantic look around got Simon an eyeful of Ted; a short portly officer with a full bristly moustache spinning his partner around the room, it left no questions to the type of partnership those too had. Then Carl looking like the cat who’d stolen cream, he was perched on Mike’s knee eyeing the man in a full predator mode. Simon tried not to notice his brothers bruised puffy lips, he was clearly prepared to perform his ‘duty’ fully and all night.
Their song came on. The floor cleared. Simon stood alone in the middle of the dance floor as the lights lowered and a soft spotlight caressed him. Aside from the music the room was suspiciously quiet. Cameras held ready to capture and blind.
Bryan stepped onto the dance floor. Simon blinked.
Walking towards him was his new husband dressed in a long puffy white gown. Material bunched around his bare shoulders and pearls decorated the corset. A lacy frilly concoction ballooned from his waist, a miracle of petticoats and other female secrets. He even wore a sparkly tiara on his short dark hair.
Simon giggled, burped then sniffled. ‘Something you want to tell me hubby?’
‘I love you, you strong stubborn-arse of a man, I’ll do anything to prove it, putting up with your police force’ that got a cheer ‘wearing this silly dress…’
‘He wouldn’t let me shave his legs though’ Carl interjected from somewhere behind them ‘or let me give him a crack, sac and..’ his words got cut of on a with gulp. Simon made a note to thank Mike.
Bryan held his arms out and Simon leapt into them. They shuffled and snuggled to the music, more swaying than dancing. Of course Bryan forgot who was wearing the trousers in the relationship and got pushy, swirling Simon then dragging him close to kiss, but it was a very nice kiss so Simon forgave him, and added a little tongue.
The first of other married activities was done joyfully in their sealed hotel room. Dresses took a little figuring, and caused considerable frustration, but were at least mostly off for those. There was some new ground left to discover, a surprise on Simon’s hip. Delicate letters that were well healed but that Bryan felt the need to kiss better, over and over.
The last photo for the album was of Mike; his shocked face as the wedding bouquet sailed through the air to land in his open hands. Carl’s purr went unrecorded.
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