Vincent regarded me curiously. I wondered what he was thinking.
“Vincent, my love,” I said, moving closer and taking his face in my hands. “You know I love you, even though marriage is off the table? Especially since we can’t include Matteo?”
He smiled slowly, blinking in sedate contemplation. “But I could have worn the most beautiful white lacy underthings under my tuxedo.”
I gasped. “Oh holy fuck,” I said, imagining it. “That might have made me change my mind before Matteo joined us.”
Matteo held up a hand. “If the two of you want to get married, I have no objections.”
We swiveled to gape at him. “What?” I said.
“Matteo…” Vincent began.
“If you wanted to make things official between the two of you…”
“No,” I said immediately. “I don’t need society’s approval of what Vincent and I feel for each other and for you, Matteo.”
“I know that, but there are legal things to consider,” Matteo said, propping himself on an elbow. “We’ve never talked about that.”
I shrugged. “We’ll get a lawyer, and draw up some papers to define our arrangement. We can do that, right?” I said to Matteo.
“I think so. Wills, powers of attorney and all that formality.”
Vincent nodded. “Yes. We have Taylor to think of.”
“True,” I said. “We don’t need a marriage contract, but maybe a legal will is a good idea.”
“I know someone who could help us with that,” Matteo said. “I’ll call him this week.”
I got into bed and Vincent gathered me to him, kissing me with an open mouth and eager tongue. Matteo crowded the two of us and joined in.
“You’resucha romantic,” Vincent teased when we broke apart, as he traced my cheek with a finger.
“Hey, I’m romantic,” I said. “I’m going to romance your cock right now.”
I grinned, kissing my way down his body.
“I pride myself on being unconventional, you see.”
When I got down there, I pressed a kiss to the tip of his swelling penis and tickled it with my tongue. Then I climbed over him to get to Matteo and rubbed a hand down the length of the semi in his boxer briefs. I took the waistband and tugged it down, tucking it beneath his balls, and glanced up to see Vincent lean over and capture Matteo’s lips with his own.
I grinned and marveled at the gifts an unconventional life could bestow.
* * * *
Since we’d had to switch venues and because the church had stone walls that we weren’t allowed to mar, Juno displayed their works in random places—leaned against the walls, sitting in the window ledges, or propped up on tables. Although perturbed not to have a traditional way of mounting the pieces, once the pieces were scattered around the venue in seemingly random ways, Juno determined the look worked and made the paintings more unique and accessible. Guests would feel as if they’d stumbled into an artist’s garret.
Vincent, Matteo and I picked up Charles and got to the church early, so that Vincent and Charles could prepare for their ‘performance’. We had the maintenance person jack up the heat, so those wearing little could be comfortable. Matteo and I arranged the two tables, placed a layer of foam on top of each one and covered them with fancy white cloths, before putting Vincent and Charles into place. They lay still with their arms beside them and their legs straight, completely naked and blindfolded, with their cocks caged. I know Vincent was relieved to not have to worry about a raging erection over the course of the event, and I think Charles appreciated the wisdom of wearing the confining accessory.
Whether either one of them would find the experience arousing at all was up for debate. Their submissive hearts would enjoy it, regardless. They seemed nervous but I expected that would lessen as the time went on. Once we had laid out the sushi, I stood back to admire the esoteric beauty of it.
“I have to take some photos of this. Hold on.” I grabbed my phone and snapped a dozen photos from every angle. “Stupendous.”
“Sir,” Vincent murmured.
“Yes, my darling?” I said, leaning in so he could speak in my ear.
“When will they start letting people in?”
