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confessed. I don t want to have a big wedding, Tan. I just
don t.
So don t. Let s have a huge Halloween-slash-birthday
party for Marcus instead.
He stared at Tanny, shocked out of his mind. What?
Halloween parties are fun and way less fancy.
He could hear his master s voice in his head, clearly
saying, I told you. Butthead.
You re not mad?
Why would I be? Tanny grinned. I like hanging with
you, man. I don t care what we do. You are still getting
married, huh?
He nodded vigorously. On the beach with you and Jack
and Billy and Master Oliver.
Sounds perfect. No ugly stiff suits! Tanny grinned.
You want to see the new book I just finished? It s too
cool.
Sure... It was going to take him a minute to adjust.
You okay, honey?
I just... I expected you to be pissed off, yeah?
Why? Tanny laughed. We ve been having fun,
haven t we?
Well, yeah. That s why I thought you d be upset. We ve
done all this planning, and now we re just going to run
away.
Well, we re all running away, so that s cool. Tanny
laughed at him, hugged him. You worry a lot, Jim.
God, yes.
I bet Master Marcus has something to say about that.
Tanny s words were coy.
Marcus has something to say about everything. Jim
winked over.
Tanny laughed again, eyes twinkling.
So, you have a new book done? he asked, turning the
attention back to his friend.
I do. I finished it this morning.
I want to see it.
Tanny nodded. And then we should go to the Barnes
and Nobles and start planning the Halloween party, and you
can tell me which beach you re getting married on.
I don t know which one -- I didn t think it was actually
going to happen like that until just now.
Well, then we can look at that, too. There was a reason
Tanny was his best friend. The man took everything in
stride.
Jim kissed Tanny and hugged the man. Thank you.
Tanny held on tight, squeezed him. Okay, now. Admire
my work.
He laughed, like he knew he was supposed to. Always.
Even if he didn t really understand it. It was what friends
did.
Chapter Five
Marcus looked at the two huge suitcases, frowning.
They were going to the beach. Surely they didn t need two
suitcases, but could share one between them. Especially as
they were bringing carry-ons as well. Besides, they were
going to the beach, and Jim wasn t going to be wearing
clothes the entire time they were there.
Baby, this isn t right.
What? Jim came rushing in. What s wrong?
We have way too much luggage. And you re not going
to need clothes once we re on the honeymoon portion of
the trip. There was going to be a private hot tub, room
service, and hours of making love with his husband.
You re funny.
I m not joking, baby. There will be much making love,
much privacy. No clothing.
Jim started noting things off on his fingers. We need
pants, shirts, our wedding clothes.
We need our wedding clothes, Marcus agreed.
One pair of pants, a couple of t-shirts, a pair of shorts,
swimming trunks. That s it. We can probably get everything
into our carry-ons even.
We re gone for ten days! Jim looked outraged.
God, Marcus was having fun. It s an exclusive resort --
I m sure they ll do laundry for us, our smalls and whatnot.
Jim looked at him. We re taking the suitcases. I ve
repacked three times.
So once more won t kill you -- I m sure you can
compact it down to one bag for both of us...
Jim s mouth got that stubborn line to it. There is one
bag for each of us.
Marcus put on a huge pout. But I like sharing.
Jim looked at him. You re obsessed with the suitcases.
We need them. What if it rains? What if we go to a fancy
dinner? What if your trunks rip?
I m pretty sure they ll have shops there, baby. If we
need anything, we can buy it. He tried to control the
twitching of his lips.
I m not wearing random clothes.
Random? He put his head back and laughed at that.
Baby, we d choose something we liked.
Stop laughing at me. Did you get the rings?
Rings? What rings? He blinked at Jim.
That s it. I m marrying Tanny. You re on your own.
Laughing hard, he tugged Jim into his arms. Jim was
chuckling as they hugged, green eyes alive and excited,
happy. He took a kiss, reveling in that happiness, in the fact
that they shared in it together.
They had a flight with Jack and Oliver, but Billy and
Tanny had driven down, Tanny refusing to discuss getting
a passport or a plane ticket. As long as they were there in
time, Marcus was happy to let them get there how they
needed to.
Are you ready, baby?
Yep. We re packed. My laptop and tablet are packet. All
the phone cords and the chargers are packed.
I m still not sure why you think you re going to have
time to use the laptop and tablet. He wasn t joking in the
least about keeping his baby naked and busy.
What if I have to answer emails?
It s called vacation, baby. There are no emails. He was
not letting Jim work during their honeymoon.
There are always emails.
Nothing you need to answer while you re on your
honeymoon.
You never know.
He swatted Jim playfully for teasing, and they both
laughed.
I still say we don t need both big suitcases.
I m not repacking them, Marcus.
Then we ll just have to pay folks to carry them for us --
this is an all-out holiday, baby. We are going to have every
need catered to. And leave the laptop and the tablet home.
You may bring your phone.
It s ten days. Jim said it like that would make a
difference.
It is. No working for a second of it.
Jim rolled his eyes, and Marcus knew -- without a
shadow of a doubt -- that Jim had intended to work on their
honeymoon.
Thank God he d forbidden the electronics that Jim used
for work. He held out a hand. I ll be in charge of the cell
phones.
You ll what? Jim s fingers twined with his.
You heard me, baby.
But...
Marcus could see it, the relaxation, the trust. Now. Hand
it over and then we can go. Right on cue, the doorbell
rang, and it could only be their car driver.
Hand what over? Jim asked, eyes wide.
Your phone, baby.
Oh.
The smartphone was handed over.
He pocketed it. Good, baby.
Jim nodded. We should go.
We should. Marcus kissed Jim s nose. I suppose we ll
have to each grab a suitcase.
I ll get them both. Poor weak man. Jim grabbed the
carry-ons and both suitcases.
He moaned softly. I just like watching those muscles
working, baby.
That earned him a blush, a pleased grin.
Come on, he followed Jim down. We d better not
keep the driver waiting. Not to mention Oliver and Jack.
Right. Time to have our dream wedding.
Yes. He caught up to Jim at the door and kissed his
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