[manhatten men 2] A Marrying Man (11 page)

The nice part was Spencer had been able to keep Valerie. We spent the day just lounging in Central Park. We finally got one ‘normal’ winter day and the chilly weather felt good against my hot skin. Having Spencer hold my hand brought my temperature up a few degrees. Valerie’s small hand was latched on to my other hand. We looked like a family. I’d spent most of my life avoiding caring for anyone. Now I had two people in my life who I found myself caring for quite a bit.

“Where did you go?” Spencer asked, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
“I’m right here,” I said.
“Everything okay?” Spencer asked hesitantly.
“It’s perfect,” I assured him.

By the time we got back to Spencer’s spacious apartment — I called it apartment, he called it a house — Valerie was asleep. Spencer took her to her room and then came back out to the living room. We hadn’t made love again since the first night, but I was okay with that. I didn’t want our relationship to be based on sex alone. I wanted to see what else we had in common. Spencer flopped down on the big comfy couch next to me and flipped on the television. He scrolled through the DVR and I gasped.

“What?” he asked.
I turned on the couch to face him.
“You watch
Days
?”
Spencer blushed. God, he looked gorgeous. “Yeah, my mom got me hooked on it as a kid. We

don’t have to watch it.”
“Are you kidding me?” I sat up straighter. “I love the
gay couple on this show!”
Spencer chuckled. “I can’t believe you watch
Days
,
too.”
“I watch
General Hospital
,” I blurted.
Spencer’s brows raised and a smirk appeared on
those beautiful lips. I squirmed on the couch.
“What?” I asked.
“You are so gay,” he chuckled.
I smacked his arm.
“Shut up.”

We spent a few hours in front of the TV just laughing and commenting on the show. I hadn’t realized how tired I was until we’d gone through the fifth episode. I stretched my arms and back.

“I should go, it’s getting late.”
Spencer stood up and extended a hand to me. “Why don’t you stay?” he said.
I looked around the room. “But Valerie’s here, won’t

she ask why I spent the night?”
“Probably, and I’ll tell her the truth. That you and I
are together as a couple.”
My stomach flipped over and my hands began to
sweat.
“Really?” I said.
Spencer took my hand and pulled me closer to him.
He caressed my face and kissed my nose.
“Yes. If that’s what you want, too.”
I nodded.
“Good, then let’s go to bed,” Spencer grinned,
walking backwards and pulling me along.
“No sex,” I said.
“Why? Are you afraid she’ll walk in on us?” Spencer
chuckled softly.
I shivered.
“Yes. And trust me; it
will
mess with her head.”
Spencer cocked an eyebrow at me. “Just trust me on this
one.”
The sight of my parents writhing in sexual pleasure
would be forever seared into my brain. God, I wouldn’t
wish that on anyone, much less an eight-year-old. “Fine, no sex. But I will be kissing you for a while,”
Spencer whispered huskily.
“I can live with that.”
Yeah, for a very long time.

The day of the wedding had finally arrived. Terry had no idea he was about to get married until Kent brought him to the Lighthouse. Blaine and I hid behind one of the massive floral arrangements while Kent broke the news. I’d never seen Terry so happy. I was happy for my best friend. I smiled at the thought. That’s what Terry had become over three years. My best friend. Now I had a boyfriend as well.

Terry fidgeted for the hundredth time and I slapped his bicep.
“Stop moving!”
Terry exhaled and closed his eyes. I’d taken him to one of the rooms to get ready.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
I tipped his face up and looked into his eyes.
“Why are you nervous? This is Kinnay you’re marrying.”
Terry smiled.
“I can’t believe you hid all this from me.” Terry took my hands. “Thank you so much, for everything.”
I smiled and fixed his bow tie.
There was a quick rap at the door and then Terry’s mother poked her head around.
“Is it safe?” she asked.
“Hello, Mum.” Terry walked to his mother and hugged her hard.
“Oh my! Aren’t you dashing!”
“He is, isn’t he?” I grinned. Priscilla Barron was a beautiful woman. No wonder Terry turned out to be such a looker.
She focused her attention on me with a smile.
“You look rather dashing as well; it’s nice to finally meet you, Spencer. I’ve heard so much about you from Terry.”
“It’s all lies.” I said, smiling.
“He said you were wonderful and charming.”
“Then it’s all true.”
Terry laughed and hugged his mother again.
I heard a commotion out in the hallway and cracked the door. Kent’s parents were making their way down the hallway. I’d heard all about the Sumners and couldn’t wait to meet them.
“Is Terry in there?” the woman asked.
“He sure is,” I called out, opening the door more.
“I just can’t wait to see him!”
“Mary?” Terry leaned forward trying to look out the door.
I moved out the way and Mary Sumners went straight to Terry and hugged him tightly.
“Look at you! You look so spiffy!” Mary almost squealed.
“It’s good to see you, Mary!”
I smiled. Terry had said it with his British accent. I was told Mary loved hearing it.
“I love it!” she said with a wide smile. “Kenny looks so handsome and I saw Ken doll, too!” Mary beamed. “He looks adorable.”
I lifted a brow at Terry.
Ken Doll
? I mouthed.
Terry grinned. “Mary thinks Blaine looks like a Ken Barbie doll.”
I thought about that one. Mary smiled at me and winked.
“He’s just so pretty, like my Terry here.” Mary hugged Terry to her.
“Where’s Carl?” Terry asked.
“Oh, he’s outside getting Ajax and the pickled pig’s feet out of the car.”
I swear Terry’s face paled and his stomach made a weird noise.
Mary winked at him.
“I’m just messin’ with you, sweetie. We’ll see you out there.” Mary turned to Priscilla. “Are you coming out, Mrs. Hoity-toity?”
I chuckled. Terry and Kent’s parents had met over the summer and had gotten along from the get-go.
Priscilla laughed. “I’ll be rat thar!” she drawled.
I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips at Terry’s mother trying to do a Southern drawl.
Mary kissed Terry on the cheek and waved on her way out. I heard Terry’s mother chuckling.
“Yes well, on that bright note, I’m going to get Gerald, darling. We’ll see you out there as well.” Priscilla kissed Terry’s cheek.
I stood with Terry alone in the room and patted him on the back.
“Ready?”
Terry nodded and I grinned.
“It’s only the rest of your life.” I winked as Terry slapped my chest.

I stood at Terry’s side as he and Kent took their vows. I couldn’t stop looking at Blaine. I’d never seen a more handsome man in a tux. Well, besides myself. I held in a chuckle at that thought and winked at Blaine — who promptly blushed. It suited him. My parents had come to the wedding as well and, to my horror, had brought Slater with them. He held Valerie in his lap as the ceremony went on. Christmas was the following day and I couldn’t wait to celebrate it with Blaine.

I was snapped out of my Blaine fantasy by applause and Kent kissing Terry. I couldn’t be any happier for my friends. Blaine crossed over to me as Terry and Kent stepped down to be congratulated.

“I swear you were thinking about sex during the whole ceremony,” Blaine whispered in my ear.
“How did you know?” I whispered back.
“I didn’t know, you just had that sex look,” Blaine chuckled.
I opened my mouth to respond when I noticed Slater crossing the room towards us. I braced myself for my brother’s inappropriate behavior.
“Yo, bro. Nice ceremony, huh?” Slater grinned at me and slapped me on the back. “That Terry guy is hot. No wonder you hid him from me.”
“That Terry guy is married.” I narrowed my eyes at my brother and walked over to where the cake was going to be cut.
“Eh, marriage is overrated.” Slater eyed the table full of food.
“Don’t touch it,” I growled.
Slater backed up with his hands in the air. “Chill.”
“Blaine!”
I turned to see Valerie running full speed across the floor. I looked over at Blaine to see he was smiling wide, with his arms out.
“Hey, little lady! Don’t you look pretty!” Blaine caught Valerie and looked her over. “Is that lipstick?”
Valerie giggled. “No! It’s shaded ChapStick.”
I smiled at my daughter. My mother had dressed her up in a frilly dress and done her hair. Blaine put her back down and she ran for Terry and Kent. Slater elbowed me and leaned into my ear.
“I got you a gift.”
“What?” I glanced over at him. Slater was grinning mischievously. “Uh oh. What did you do?”
“I didn’t
do
anything.” Slater reached into his jacket pocket and slipped something into mine.
“What is that?” I peeked in my pocket.
“It’s a dildo.” Slater whispered conspiratorially. “You’ll have to tell me what you think of —”
I glared at my brother. “You couldn’t have waited?”
Slater grinned and winked. “Nope.”
Well just great. Now I was going to be walking around for the rest of the night with a dildo in my pocket. I heard Blaine chuckling next to me.
“I think it’s vibrating.”
“Shut up.” I laughed and grabbed him.

Blaine and I stayed by each other’s sides for the rest of the night. Terry and Kent had behaved while cutting the cake and I had to admit Blaine and I made a good team when it came to weddings. Terry had thanked us over and over again. Blaine and I sat at one of the tables sipping champagne as Kent and Terry danced.

“Would you like to dance, Blaine?” I asked, standing up and extending a hand to him.
“Oh, I don’t dance well,” Blaine demurred. “I do.” I pulled him up and held his hand as we

walked out to the dance floor. I pulled him close to me and wrapped an arm around his waist. I took his hand in mine and pressed my cheek to his. Blaine smelled wonderful and I nuzzled his cheek, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

We were bumped and I opened my eyes to see Kent and Terry grinning at us.
“What?” I asked.
“We have a confession to make,” Terry said guiltily.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Kent and I kind of came up with the idea of you guys planning the wedding,” Terry admitted.
My mouth dropped open in shock. “
What
?”
“Oh I didn’t know what day it was going to happen so that was really a surprise, but I’ve known all along you and Blaine were planning it,” Terry said sheepishly.
“You knew?” Blaine stammered.
Kent pulled Terry into his arms. “Yes, we made a bet.”
“You made a what?” I said slowly.
“Oh, Terry bet me that you had a thing for Blaine.” Kent gave me a wry grin.
“Yes, it wasn’t much of a bet since we both knew you had a thing for each other.” Terry shrugged. “But it was fun to watch you two try and keep things a secret.”
I stared at Terry.
“What?” Terry took my hands in his. “Best bet I’ve ever made. I’ve never seen you so happy, Spencer.”
I had to shake my head. Leave it to Terry to read me like a book.
“It was the juicy sidekick comment, wasn’t it?” I chuckled.
“It was that and Blaine whenever he was near you. Blaine always looked like a lovesick puppy.” Terry winked at Blaine.
“Oh is that right?” I squeezed Blaine’s ass.
“Don’t look so smug, Spencer,” Kent drawled. “You had the exact same look.”
I narrowed my eyes at Kent and Terry. “You two about done?”
Terry glanced at Kent and smiled. “I don’t know, hunny, are we done?”
A loud booming laugh interrupted us and I swore it shook the windows. Kent’s father, Carl, and his wife were making their way over to us along with Terry’s parents.
“Well now, son, I’d say it’s time for you two to head to the airport.” Carl winked at his son.
“What?” Kent looked from his parents to Terry’s.
“Oh yes, we bought you plane tickets to Paris!” Priscilla chuckled. “You two should see the city of love together.”
Terry turned to Kent and caressed his face. I knew I was smiling from ear to ear. Terry was actually glowing he was so in love.
“But what about you guys?” Kent asked.
Priscilla waved them off. “We’re heading to Raquel and Quinlan’s for a round of strip poker.”
I choked and Terry and Kent’s face paled. I thought Blaine would pass out.
“I’m just messin’ with ya!” Priscilla laughed loudly.
“Oh my gawd!” Mary almost squealed. “They look like they ate some bad pig’s feet!”
I swore I would never try pig’s feet as long as I lived.

Once the groom and groom had cleared out, Blaine and I made sure everyone was paid and the clean-up crew would take over. I said goodnight to my parents as well as both Terry and Kent’s parents. They were going to my parents’ house and I really didn’t want to know if they were joking or not about the strip poker.

Valerie was passed out in the back of my car when we finally got to my house. Blaine picked her up gently and we entered the building. We got Valerie settled into bed and she yawned and stretched out in bed with a grin.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” she whispered. I looked at my watch. It was one in the morning. “Merry Christmas, sweetie. I love you.” I bent and

kissed her forehead.
“Love you, Daddy.” Valerie rolled to her side and
sighed. “Night, Blaine.”
“Night, Valerie.” Blaine leaned over and kissed my
daughter’s cheek.
I think in that moment I knew I was falling in love
with him. It wasn’t hard to figure out Blaine once you
spent enough time with him. Oh, he acted like a

complete and utter pretentious asshole, but once you stuck around long enough, the mask would fall. I was just glad I had stuck around long enough to watch it happen. Blaine stood up and turned to face me. The emotion in my face must have been easily read because Blaine took my hand and pulled me into a hug. “Merry Christmas, Spencer.”

I wrapped him up in my arms and kissed him. “Merry Christmas, Blaine. What do you say you and I go try out my gift from Slater?” I whispered in his ear huskily.

Blaine’s body visibly shook at my words and I pulled him backwards out of Valerie’s room.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Blaine whispered.
“I’m not ready for the whole enchilada,” I smiled as Blaine chuckled. “But I want to start slow.”
I closed the door to my room and locked it. The bedside lamp cast a soft glow around the room and Blaine looked me up and down slowly. My cock ached as his hands slid to my dress shirt, slowing undoing the buttons. I didn’t have a gym body, no six or eight pack abs for me, but I was toned. Blaine slipped my jacket off and tossed the vibrator on the bed. He took the shirt off my shoulders and leaned in to kiss my neck. I let my fingers trail up and down his spine as he kissed my neck and jaw. It felt good;
Blaine
felt good.
Blaine eased me onto the bed and unzipped my pants. I lifted my ass and he slid them off, removing my shoes along the way. His hands splayed across my thighs. He seemed to just drink me in, his fingers tickling along my inner thighs. I closed my eyes as Blaine’s nose trailed across the side of my dick. He buried his nose in my pubes and inhaled deeply.
“Damn, you smell so good, Spencer.”
I don’t know why, but my thighs started shaking. I was a little nervous, but I knew I wanted this. I wanted Blaine.
“Just relax,” he whispered. “I’m going to take care of you.”
He did.
Oh God, he did.
Blaine gave me one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had while fucking me with the vibrator. The smooth plastic slid in and out of me as Blaine’s mouth worked my cock. I was grabbing the sheets and biting my damn lip to keep from screaming out loud. My prostate was in heaven. I’d never felt anything like it in my whole life. My body shook, fingers clenched, teeth sinking into my own flesh as Blaine sucked me just right. The buildup in my balls was excruciating and my orgasm was tightening in my gut.
“Blaine,” I rasped.
“How’s that feel? Feels good?”
Blaine leaned over me and kissed me.
“Yes. I’m going to come,” I managed to say through clenched teeth.
Blaine sucked the head of my dick between his lips and I lost it. A look of absolute bliss passed his features as I came almost screaming, my seed shooting hot, hard and fast down his throat. I gripped his blond locks as my orgasm ravaged me. My toes tingled and my breath came in short gasps. Blaine sat up and wiped his mouth with a grin. I pulled him down to my lips and invaded his mouth with my tongue. The taste of my spunk and something uniquely Blaine flowed over my taste buds and I sucked his tongue lightly. We broke from the kiss and Blaine rested his forehead against mine.
I realized the vibrator was still in my ass.
“You going to leave that in?” I asked.
Blaine tapped the end of it and I moaned.
“We could go again.” Blaine licked my lips, pausing to nibble at the bottom one.
“Okay, but give me a few minutes. I have to recharge.” I eyed Blaine. “What about you?
“This was about you, besides, you’re recharging for me,” Blaine winked.
Blaine chuckled, removing the vibrator slowly. He placed it on the nightstand on one of my magazines.
“Well, I won’t be reading that one again without plastic gloves.”
Blaine looked up at me and smiled. “Oops. Guess I should have brought a paper towel or something.”
I pulled him closer to me and kissed his forehead. Blaine sighed into my neck and I closed my eyes, loving the feel of him in my arms.
“Spencer?”
“Hmm?”
“You don’t have to bottom for me you know. I’m good being the bottom.”
“I want to do it at least once. Just so I know what it feels like.”
“Kind of like the vibrator, but much bigger and my dick doesn’t vibrate.”
I pouted.
“Well that’s no fun.”
Blaine chuckled.
“Blaine?”
“Yes?”
“Will you spend the day with me and Valerie?”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”