You nod at Carlos as he walks through the door, not taking your eyes off the TV screen. You feel him sit down next to you, and laugh.
You nod, waiting until you’ve knocked the computer player’s Sonic off the screen. “Realized we never unlocked everything, so I’m going through right now and playing some Donkey Kong rounds to get that stage unlock. I’m just not very good at him, so it’s taking a while.”
“As long as there’s Pikachu, I’m happy, although I guess more stages could always be fun.” He looks around the apartment. “Chico out?”
You toss him a controller. “Yeah. I think he’s having dinner with some of the doctors he’ll be working with next week.”
Carlos shakes his head and selects Pikachu. “I could never do it, dude. It’s not even just the blood and guts or whatever, but you’re in school forever, and then you graduate just to do even more of the same rotations before you can go off and do doctory things.”
“He seems to enjoy it, at least.”
“Yeah, well. I’m gonna enjoy me some Pikachu, instead.”
A few rounds later, you finally manage to unlock the stage. Carlos grins and stretches.
“Finally.” He throws his arm around you and pulls you closer to him. “I should probably start dinner or something, but we should try it out afterward.”
You look at him and kiss him, gently. “Did you hear the news today?”
“What, the whole marriage thing? Yeah. People were talking about it around the office today.”
You pull his arm tighter around you and snuggle up against his side. “I wonder if we should get married.”
“We’ve been over this, dude. It doesn’t really matter, but we can if you want to. Well, except now I guess we actually can.”
“It would make immigration easier, anyway. You could stop working that desk job.”
“Hm. You present a compelling argument.” He kisses your forehead, and you can feel him smile against you. “Government immigration offices sound so romantic.”
“Does that mean you want to do this?”
He shrugs. “Sure. Why not?”
The two of you turn to see a man dressed in a suit, flanked by a guy with a large camera on his shoulder. Carlos grins at them. “Hey.”
“My name is Tom Jones, and I’m with Channel 7 news. Might I assume you are here waiting in line this morning for a marriage license?”
“You assume correctly.”
“Would you be willing to answer some questions for me and possibly appear on camera?”
Carlos shrugs and looks at you. “That’s fine, I guess.”
Tom gathers some information from the two of you, as well as a few other couples waiting in line, and then sets up with the cameraman.
“Okay, I’m going to ask you to tell us how long you two have been together, something quick about how you met, and why you’re getting married this morning. We’re going live in 60 seconds. Are you ready?”
You look at Carlos and smile. “Ready as we’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Okay, and... Hi, Martha. I’m here in front of San Francisco City Hall and, as you can see, there are a lot of people excited to be here today, and a huge line already for licenses. I have Chris and Carlos here with me now. Carlos, how long have the two of you been together?”
He grins and pulls you closer to him. “It’s been, what... 7 years?”
You shrug, honestly unable to remember, yourself. “Something like that.”
“We’ll say 7 years. It’s been a while, anyway.”
“That’s amazing! How did you two first meet?”
“He was my best friend’s roommate, so I guess it was a happy accident. I, uh... was heavily in the closet at the time, and seeing him come out I guess gave me that push I needed. Also I got to spend a lot of time with him alongside my friend, so I guess we just... clicked.”
“And I’m glad we did.”
“That’s really great! Are you excited to be here today? This seems to have been a long time coming for you two, then.”
Carlos shrugs. “Not really? I think we discussed marriage at some point when it was clear this was working, but neither of us particularly felt it was important.”
“Because why not? If the government’s going to recognize marriage at all, it seems only fair that we get them to recognize the way we feel about each other, too.”
Carlos smiles again and kisses the top of your head. “What he said.”
Tom seems a little confused by your lack of enthusiasm, but quickly shakes it off. “Well, congratulations to the two of you!” He starts walking to the next couple and the camera follows him. “And here I have...”
“’Why not’ is a good answer, Chris.”
“Now who’s being romantic?”
“Uh huh.” He kisses you.
You coincidentally run into Carlos outside your apartment building, after work.
“Hey, Chris. You got out early today.”
“Yeah. Jake and Nate wanted to have some sort of romantic dinner together.”
“That sounds nice. We should do that sometime.”
“Sure. Why not?”
He laughs and you walk into the building, and the apartment, together. Adam is sitting on the couch, playing smash.
"Hey, chico. How was your day off?"
"Really nice, although I'm excited to start up again next week. For real, in some sense."
"You're crazy, dude."
Adam puts down the controller and smiles at the two of you. "Work uneventful for you two?"
Carlos grins and squeezes your hand. "Work was fine. Chris and I got married this morning."
Adam laughs. "Uh huh. Good one, dude." His smile fades as he realizes Carlos is serious. "Oh! That's... congrats, dude!"
“I’m going to start dinner, but then I’m going to get Chris to fuck me into the mattress while it bakes.”
“...dude. You still don’t need to tell me these things.”
Carlos grins, and looks at you, hungrily. His words have gone right to your cock, and you smile back. You’re pretty sure he’s noticed.
Dinner prep takes less time than usual, and you feel like he’s rushing through it, even with Adam’s help. Then the pan’s in the oven, Adam’s pulling on some headphones and puling out a large book, and Carlos is taking your hand and pulling you into your bedroom.
You claim his mouth and push him against the closed door, breaking only long enough to unbutton the top button of his shirt and pull it over his head.
“God, babe. I want you.”
“Right here, against the door?”
He shivers. “That... wouldn’t be so bad, actually.”
You kiss him again, pulling him into the bed instead and quickly shedding your own clothing as he watches.
You run your hand down his chest, over his abs, and to the waistband of his underwear, peeking above his shorts, teasing the coarse hair under your fingertips. “Well, you’re handsome, then.”
His laugh quickly turns to a moan as you palm him through the fabric. He pulls down his shorts and briefs as you grab the lube, then kneel over him. Your breath over his length makes his cock twitch, gently hitting you in the nose.
“You have no ide.... ohhhh.” You gently rub your fingers over his entrance and he involuntarily spreads his legs, granting you better access.
“What do you want?”
“Anything. You. Your cock.” You gently push a finger against the resistance, and he moans again. “Wha... whatever you’re doing right now.”
A better idea strikes you and you stand up, to his disappointed groan, and fumble around in the nightstand drawer until you find it. Carlos’ eyes widen as he sees the toy you’ve grabbed, and he almost whimpers.
You lube it up slowly, his eyes focused on every movement, swallowing heavily as he watches you. Soon, satisfied it won’t hurt him, you take your position again, gently prying at his entrance with your fingers.
“Ch...Chris...” His voice is broken now, with need, and he pushes back against your fingers. “P... please...”
You can feel your own cock twitch at his words, and all thoughts of some slow teasing go out the window. Instead, you push the toy inside him in one fluid motion, knocking the breath out of him, and before he can recover, you turn it on while taking his cock to the root in your mouth.
He cries out, then, hands flailing at your head before settling desperately in your hair as you tease the slit with your tongue, your hand holding the toy inside him as it pulses against both his prostate and his perineum.
His sounds quickly grow desperate, and his hands in your hair warn you he’s close already. You take him in again, all the way, and then he’s crying out, salt and sweet filling your mouth as you continue to suck his overstimulated cock through his orgasm.
“Babe, I... I still... want you.” You release him with a pop, and look up into his eyes. He smiles, somehow looking weary but excited. “But that was incredible.”
You slowly work the toy out of him, gently this time, and toss it to the side before looming over him and pressing the tip of your cock against him. “Like that?”
You fill him slowly, claiming his mouth while you do, and the tightness that envelops you almost pales in comparison to the thought that he’s tasting himself on you.
Soon you bottom out and break, and he smiles up at you, lips slick with spit and cum. “That’s... really nice.”
You pull back and thrust into him roughly, pretty sure that you’re not going to last long either given the sight of him right now. His hands find the back of your head and pull you down again, lips against his, and it isn’t long before you’re moaning into his mouth and emptying yourself deep inside his ass.
The two of you lay there for a bit, breaking your kiss but not wanting to let go of each other yet, as he wraps his arms around you and you can feel your heart start to slow.
“So was that... wedding night sex?”
You shrug, sliding out of him and laying next to him instead, your head on his chest and arms around him. “I suppose.”
His arms tighten around you. “Good.”
“But there’s nothing stopping us from doing that again, sometime.”
He shivers, and you can feel him smile above you.