“I’d touch the hell out of your butt, too.”
We both laugh. I’m having literally the best time.
“I’m having literally the best time,” I tell him. “I could do this forever.”
“Touch my butt?”
“No, hang out. Although you are really sexy.” I remember that he’s only had sex once, and my heart breaks. “Spencer, you need to have sex.”
He laughs. “You keep saying that. But unless you’re about to marry me, it’s not happening.”
* * *
SPENCER
I squint at the blurry paper. “How are people supposed to fill out forms when they’re this Vegas?”
“Look,” Gabriel says, holding a bottle up. “They gave us free champagne for the nuptials!”
I laugh. “Nuptials.”
Gabriel laughs, too. “Nuptials.”
I start to push my mask up, needing some air, but he pulls it down. “We’re in public,” he says. “That’s for the wedding suite.”
I grin as I take the champagne. “Thanks.”
This is the coolest thing ever. All Gabriel and I have to do is marry each other, and literally all of our problems will be solved. We never would have figured it out if we hadn’t gotten drunk first. But I’ll get to have sex, and we’ll get to have sex together, and then we’ll be married, so neither of us will be secretly lonely anymore.
I look him in the eye, struck by the seriousness of what we’re doing. “We’re going to be friends forever,” I tell him. “But we’ll never have been boyfriends.”
He nods seriously. “Because we’ll be husbands.”
I hold up the paper. “Shit. This paper makes us husbands.”
Our bodies are pressed together, my arms around his shoulders. We keep ending up like this. His cock is so hard my erection strains against it. I brush my lips across Gabriel’s, kissing him again.
He pushes me against the wall. Gabriel pulls my shirt up, pushes his mask aside, and starts kissing on my chest, marking me with hickeys that feel so naughty and good, I can barely stand it. I’m ready to tear his clothes off. I’m so horny I think I’m going to explode.
“Gentlemen!” a voice interrupts us. I look up and am surprised to see that we’re in a pink room with fake diamonds everywhere.
“Ready for your vows?”
* * *
GABRIEL
The lights are shiny. I don’t know who this woman is, but I do know one thing.
Spencer is the best person in the entire world.
“I didn’t believe in love at first sight,” Spencer says. “And I didn’t love you at first sight. In fact, I thought you were annoying. But then we kept laughing, and somewhere along the way, I realized that I need you, Gabriel. And I know it’s real because I hate your long hair, but I still like you.”
“Holy shit,” I say. Everyone is looking at me, and when I realize it’s time for my wedding promises, I stumble forward.
Luckily, Spencer catches me.
“You’re always there for me,” I tell him. “Ever since I met you tonight. And some people say that there’s no such thing as love at first sight. But if I make you happy, then I’ll know that all the music I wrote wasn’t for nothing. Because you are an angel, Spencer. A tennis angel.”
