I never imagined I would be planning a wedding, or that it would be this simple. The service we hired took care of it all. All we had to do was fill out the Intent to Marry, click, and pay. It was like placing a take-out order with a massive à la carte menu. Photographer, check. Flowers, check. Food, check. Wedding cake and champagne, another check. Having the form signed by an official and inviting our friends and family were our only responsibilities. And when the day came, we just needed to show up.
It took us less than a day to complete all the legal requirements. And just like that, we had a wedding date. On the tenth of March, I’d marry the love of my life in a scenic park under the Sydney Harbor Bridge at sunset.
Colin’s eyes poured over my face. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“We are. We just gotta figure out the last name deal. You can become a St. James, or keep yours. I could become a Kearney, or we can hyphenate. Kearney-St. James. Or we can stay as we are.”
He took my hand and laced our fingers together. “I think I want to be a St. James. They’d have a time with our jerseys,” he laughed. “Both would be C. St. James.”
“Yeah. The commentators would hate us.”
He rubbed his thumb along my index finger. “I could keep Kearney on my jersey, but legally be St. James.”
I loved that he was already accepting the change. “You could. But our last name is not our problem. They can figure it out. The only things we have to worry about are our contracts. What’s on the jerseys is up to the management team. But no one gets to dictate who we are but us.”
“So let’s not decide just yet,” he said. “Let’s think it over and decide later.”
When the nighttime air grew chilly, Colin went inside and grabbed a blanket. We stretched out on the chaise lounge and wrapped ourselves around one another.
“I’ve never sat out here like this before,” he said. “Never thought about it until now.”
“Another first,” I said, kissing his head.
“We should call your parents and let them know we’ve set a date.”
He was right. I did the time math in my head. “Okay. It’s afternoon in London.”
Picking up my phone, I dialed my father. He picked up after the second ring.
“Hello, my boy, how’s Australia?”
“Good. Really good. Can we switch to video?”
“Of course. Let me round up your mother, and I’ll call you back.”
He ended the call, and as we waited, I leaned in to kiss my fiancé. Our lips met in a soft kiss that quickly escalated, making me wish I’d called my parents later.
“I’m going to need to press pause on this,” I said, kissing his cheek. “I can’t talk to my parents with an erection.”
Colin gave me a devilish smile. “I could suck you off while you talk. They’d never know.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right. I can barely breathe when you put your mouth on me, much less hold a conversation.”
He stroked his hand up my thigh to my shaft. “We should make you more comfortable, don’t you agree?”
Colin crawled onto my lap and unbuttoned my jeans. Kissing me senseless while he worked, he pulled back to tug my jeans and briefs down to my knees, leaving my hard dick exposed to the night air.
“Oops,” he said as my phone rang.
“Fucking tease.” I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my lap as he dove back into place beside me.
I swiped to answer the call, finding my parents smiling at me through the camera.
“Aww, look at the two of you,” my mother crooned. “So happy together.”
Colin kissed my cheek. “Yes, we are. We called to invite ya to come to Australia.”
My mother looked at my father. “Do you have something to announce?”
