Alexis
Shane sat next to me, fiddling with his cufflinks, while I sat on the little vanity stool set up in one of our spare bedrooms looking into the mirror.
“You look great, Lexi,” Shane said, shoving his hands into my pockets.
My blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun, my face was clean shaven, and I even had my eyebrows threaded so my face was fresh and presentable. I wanted to take every precaution possible to make sure I looked as good as I possibly could for the biggest day of my life.
“Thank you, Shane.”
Even though I knew that promising myself to Julian was everything I wanted and more, the pre-wedding jitters were still getting to me, and I could barely keep still, so I began combing my hair back for the 50th time.
“You nervous?” my best man asked me.
I turned to look at him and nodded sheepishly. “Is it that obvious?”
“I think a blind person could probably tell you that you’re nervous.”
I pressed my lips together in a hard line. “It’s not that I’m questioning marrying Julian…”
“I know, Lexi. It’s completely normal to feel anxious on your wedding day, but no one is doubting your love for Julian. Even blind people can see it.”
Shane grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I glanced at him, smiling at his comforting touch.
“What is it with you and blind people?”
Shane laughed and let go of my hand. “Yours and Julian’s love transcends every sense of the human body. I’m sure if someone could smell love, you two would reek.”
“That was very strangely worded, but I sense a compliment in there somewhere.”
I quickly pulled in my brother for a hug and he quickly returned the gesture, patting me on the back.
“Thank you for meddling in my love life and for bringing us back together,” I whispered in his ear.
“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else,” he responded.
I heard the door open and I looked over my shoulder to see Mum and Dad poke their heads in. Upon seeing the sight of both of their sons all dressed up in preparation for a wedding, they both smiled that specific smile that only proud parents could perform.
“Lexi! Look at you!” Mum exclaimed.
She beelined for me and wrapped me in a tight hug. Her hair, which was pinned back by several silver pins, pressed against the side of my face, and the smell of her lavender-based
perfume immediately overwhelmed me.
“You look handsome too,” Mum added for Shane.|
“Wow. Thanks Mum,” he said with a slight eye roll.
“This day isn’t about you, Shane,” Mum snapped. She turned her attention back to me and squeezed my hand. I could already see tears were forming in her eyes, and the ceremony hadn’t even begun yet. “I’m so proud of you, Lexi.”|
“Thank you Mum.” I glanced over her shoulder and could see Dad standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, looking like he was battling tears of his own. “I’m so glad you could all be here for this very sudden special day.”
“It was very generous of Julian to pay for our flights,” Mum replied swiftly.
“Having a superstar football brother-in-law has its benefits,” Shane chimed in.
“We love him for more than his money or his job,” Mum said sharply. She pressed her hand to my cheek and smiled at me. “I’ll take your little shit brother out there, but I’ll see you soon okay?”
Mum sniffed to get rid of any tears and nodded her head. Grabbing onto Shane’s arm tightly, she dragged my brother out of the room, leaving me alone with Dad.
With a tentative smile, I looked up at Dad who returned my warm expression. When I upended my family’s life at the last minute for my elopement, Dad agreed to come on the one condition that he walked me down the aisle, and I was happy to do whatever it took to get my family here for this important occasion.
He slowly stepped towards me and as soon as he was close enough to come into focus, I could see a single tear already trickling down his face.
“Dad…” I mumbled.
“Let me cry, Lexi,” he said firmly. “It’s not every day you get to see the young boy you raised grow up to be a fine man and marry the love of his life.”
My eyes instantly filled with tears of their own.
“That’s right, Dad,” I said. “You raised me. You were the only man in my life who loved me and supported me the way a father should. You’re my Dad and you always will be, and don’t you forget it.”
I had never called him anything other than my dad and my father because that’s what he always was to me, but this was the first time that this was so openly brought up in conversation between us. If there ever was a right time to state this fact for my father to hear, it was right now.
Dad pressed his lips together in a tight line to stop himself from crying, but he had already failed as I noticed the moisture on his face.
I stepped towards him with my arms open, but he quickly held his hands up in defence.
“Lexi, if you hug me now, I won’t stop crying.”
Ignoring his plea, I swatted his hands away and wrapped him in a tight hug. He pressed his face into my shoulder and cried, squeezing me even harder than I held him.
“I love you Dad.”
“I love you too, son.”
Julian
I stood at the front of the small wedding chapel with my arms crossed in front of me, next to the officiant who had a very pleasant smile on their face.
Estelle stood by my side as my best woman, dressed in her version of a best woman suit - a long tuxedo shirt as a dress with a long black tie and black thigh high boots. My parents sat in the front row of groom #1’s side; my mom in a red dress with a rainbow flag pin sitting on her breast; and my dad was in a black button-up shirt half tucked into his tight black trousers.
The door at the end of the aisle opened and Aline appeared, her arm wrapped around Shane’s. She excitedly waved at me and began half-running to me and pulled me in for a quick hug.
“You look so handsome, Julian,” she whispered in my ear.
“Thank you,” was all I said.
Aline said hello to both of my parents after getting the opportunity to meet them at dinner last night and then she sat down in the front row of groom #2’s side.
Shane reached his hand out for me to shake, which I happily accepted.
“Excited to have you in the family,” he said.
“Excited to be a part of it, Shane.”
He took his position across from me as Alexis’s best man, nodding politely at my parents. Mom, who had taken a special fascination with Shane at dinner last night, excitedly waved at him.
I felt Estelle rub my shoulder and squeeze my arm. “Breathe, Jules. Don’t forget to breathe.”
Apparently I needed my sister to tell me how to inhale and exhale, so at her request, I let out a deep breath.
The door slowly opened again and I took in a sharp inhale when I saw Alexis cross the threshold, his arm wrapped around Randy’s. The light of the adjoining room shone behind Alexis, creating an ethereal glow around him, which seemed so fitting since he was an angel put onto this earth specifically for me to find.
His smile lit up his beautiful face when his eyes met mine, and slowly but surely, everything and everyone else in the room disappeared and it was just me and him. Like he was gliding on a white cloud, Alexis made his way towards me and soon he was in front of me, looking up at me with that special sparkle in his irises. I reached down for his hands, and as soon as we made contact, it felt like time stood still.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hey.”
Both sets of our parents began clapping which then prompted Estelle and Shane to clap as well, and for a moment, our families came back into view, but only for a moment.
Alexis was standing before me, eyes bright, smile steady but full of quiet emotion. Without a single word, the way he looked at me and the way his mouth curved upwards in a smile told me everything I needed to know, and once again, everything faded into the background as I focused on nothing but Alexis.
"Julian," Alexis said, his voice low and full of feeling, "there’s no one else I would have wanted to share this moment with."
My throat tightened. “Same here,” I whispered, my voice barely making it past the lump in my throat. "Every moment with you has been more than I ever dreamed of. But this... this is everything."
The officiant’s words seemed to float around us, distant and muffled, like a gentle hum. All I could hear was Alexis, all I could see was him. His presence, steady and sure, was my anchor.
"Do you, Julian, take Alexis to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish him, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health?"
"I do," I said, my voice firm, unwavering. Every fibre of my being screamed that this was the right choice, that this was our choice.
"And do you, Alexis, take Julian to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish him, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health?"
Alexis nodded, his eyes never wavering from mine. “I do.”
The officiant smiled, and I barely heard the words that followed. My hands shook slightly as I reached for Alexis’s ring, the cool metal grounding me. With a steadying breath, I slid it onto his finger. The gesture felt so simple, but it was so much more than that. It was everything we had built, everything we would continue to build, and through all of the challenges we’ve gone through and all of the opposition we faced, we were here together in this moment.
Alexis took my hand, his touch warm and gentle as he slid my ring on, his fingers brushing against mine in a quiet promise.
"You may kiss your husband," the officiant said.
Our families burst out into celebration, but with my focus solely on my husband and those round full lips of his, I leaned forward and kissed him. His lips met mine, soft and sweet, the kiss full of everything we were and everything we would become as we grew together.
When we pulled away, breathless, our foreheads pressed together. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and I could barely keep myself steady. All I could do was whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you, too," he whispered.
I felt Estelle hug me from behind, and Shane wrapped his arm around Alexis and pulled him in for a tight side hug.
“Alright,” I said, glancing over to my parents. “Get in here.”
“You too,” Alexis shot a look at the two people who raised him.
With just our families here with us, in this random wedding chapel that Alexis found with a quick Google search, I knew that no Superbowl win, no Pro Football Hall of Fame induction, absolutely nothing would ever match the happiness I felt now.
My eyes never left Alexis as I watched him embrace his parents, kissing both his mother and father on the cheek, before eventually giving into my parents and their bone-crushing hugs. Everyone else’s words of congratulations faded away like white noise in the background as I watched my husband’s dazzling smile and the effortless way he flicked his fringe out of his face and threw his head back with laughter.
Finally, his gaze met mine, and he smiled at me; the smile I knew he reserved only for me in our private moments together.
Silently understanding what was happening, our families parted before us, and I took one big step towards Alexis, looking down at him.
“You’re my husband,” he whispered to me.
“And you’re mine,” I replied.
Alexis
Julian had offered to pay for dinner for everyone wherever I wanted to go. The look on his face when I suggested Outback Steakhouse was truly the cherry on top of an already perfect day.
“We just got married at the most beautiful ceremony, and you want to celebrate at Outback Steakhouse?” Julian’s eyebrows almost touched his hairline.
“It’s a heavily commercialised take on Australia, but it still reminds me of home,” I said with a tight-lipped smile.
With our siblings in the backseat of our car, and both of our parents in the other, we drove to the Outback Steakhouse restaurant that I made a reservation for 15 minutes ago. Just like her brother, Estelle was confused by my choice of wedding dinner, but Shane completely agreed with me.
“Get a bloomin’ onion in me, stat!” he declared.
The hostess happily greeted us and noticed our attire. Her eyes glazed over Julian not recognising who he was, and I heard him let out a small sigh of relief.
“What’s the occasion?” she asked as she palmed a handful of menus.
“We just got married,” I said casually, reaching over to squeeze Julian’s hand.
Her mouth fell open in shock before she quickly returned to her professional self, a warm smile spreading across her face.
“Congratulations! We’re happy to have you on your wedding night.”
I could tell she was also confused to be having us on her wedding night, but she was professional enough not to mention it. I heard Julian snicker, and I quickly squeezed his hand to tell him to shush.
We followed her to a large table where we all took a seat, where the sound of the wooden chairs scraping loudly against the floor almost echoed in an otherwise near-empty restaurant.
As soon as I sat down, Julian placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed it. The sight of his golden wedding band adorning his finger made my heart jump, and I glanced over to see him staring at me with a smile that said more than any words could.
“Are you happy to be here?” I teased.
Julian nodded. “I’m happy to be wherever you are.”
I wasn’t aware the hostess was still standing there until I heard her clear her throat to speak.
“We will be more than happy to offer you a free starter to congratulate you on your special day. Please let your server know what you’d like so we can cater for you.” She looked over at Julian and I and smiled, but this time it looked genuine and not simply professional. “Congratulations once again!”
“How nice is that,” Mum commented.
“I’ve never been to an Outback Steakhouse before, but I’m impressed,” Kathy said with a resolute nod.
Both of our mothers, who had taken a very quick liking to each other, began discussing the menu options together in hushed tones; Joe was busy scanning the wine list with his glasses perched at the end of his nose; and Shane and Estelle were busy showing each other the photos they had taken at our wedding on their smartphones.
I looked around at our family that, for the first time, had come together as one, and I felt complete. My gaze roamed over to my father, who was watching me with a look of pride on his face.
“I’m proud of you,” he mouthed.
“Dad, stop,” I hissed with a pretend roll of my eyes.
With that look that only a father could manage, he gave me a final wink before turning his attention to his menu.
I felt Julian squeeze my thigh, and I turned my attention back to my husband.
“What do you feel like?” he asked casually.
I leaned over to him to the point where my lips grazed his ear and whispered.
“I feel like you.”
Julian’s eyes fell open and he pressed his lips together in a hard line.
“Jesus, Lex,” he whispered.
Without attracting the attention from anyone else at the table, I placed my hand on Julian’s upper thigh and squeezed it. I plastered a sweet, innocent smile on my face and looked at my husband who looked like he was getting warm under the collar already.
Julian leaned over to me and kept his expression calm and unchanging.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” he said, licking his lips.
Julian
Hollywood had given me a false impression of what my wedding night would be like.
Aside from the fact that it will go down in the history books that Julian Ambrose had Outback Steakhouse for dinner on his wedding night, the romcoms that I watched with Alexis led me to believe that I would carry my husband into a 5-star hotel where a path of rose petals would lead us to our bed which had a bucket of ice, a bottle of champagne, and two flutes waiting for us to celebrate our big day.
Instead, I had Alexis pinned against the wall of the elevator in our apartment building, and my teeth were tugging at his bottom lip as he thrashed his tongue against mine.
As soon as the ding of the elevator signified that we had reached our floor, I grabbed his plump ass cheeks and lifted him up until his legs were wrapped around me and carried him to our door. I fumbled around with the key - given the circumstances, my mind was not on the mechanics of unlocking a door - until I finally managed to force it open.
There were no flower petals or champagne bottles waiting for us as I carried him into our home, kicking the door behind us. Instead, there was our bed, my cock, and his plump, round ass.
Our lips never parted, and our tongues lapped against each others in our desperate need for each other.
I pulled my head away for a second to breathe and I looked into his brown eyes. The eyes of my husband.
I wanted to enjoy this moment, and really relish the fact that I was going to bed a married man and I was going to make love to my husband.
That was, until…
“Fuck me, Julian,” Alexis pleaded.
“I want to make love to you,” I whispered.
Alexis licked his lips. “Love me by fucking me through the wall, please.”
Jesus Christ. I was never going to deny him what he wanted, especially when he spoke like that.
With surprising ease, I swung Alexis around from my front up onto my right shoulder, eliciting a squeal of delight from my husband.
“Julian…” he said, half-panting.
“Baby,” I said calmly. “You’re going to fucking get it.”
Once we were in our bedroom, I almost lawn darted him onto the mattress and began tearing clothes off. One of the buttons on my shirt popped off as I ripped it open, staring down hungrily at my spouse who simply watched with an overwhelming look of lust in his eyes.
After unbuttoning my pants, I pulled them down and kicked them off. I was already rockhard after our intense foreplay, but at the thought of fucking Alexis through a wall, I was already leaking precum.
As I palmed my cock, staring intently at Alexis, he silently undressed himself, kicking off his briefs to the side of the bed. I approached the bed and stopped momentarily as I watched Alexis roll over onto his stomach, pushing himself up onto all fours and glancing over his shoulder at me, presenting that perfect round bubble butt of his.
Fucking Christ almighty. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Get over here, Mr. Ambrose,” he demanded me.
Without a word, I got onto the bed behind him, placed my hands on those round mounds of his, and dove in, lapping up his hole like it was my last meal.
The scent of Alexis’s most sacred part, and the thought of bringing him to make those moans that made my cock twitch, always drove me wild. My tongue lapped around his rim before thrusting inside of him, licking every sweet inch of his hole.
Alexis reached back and gripped onto my hair, trying to pull me even further into him.
“Your tongue feels so fucking good,” Alexis moaned.
“You like it baby?” I asked, my breath tickling his beautiful pucker.
“Yes, but I need you inside of me.”
I brought my hips closer to Alexis and lined my cock up against his wet hole.
“How bad do you want it, baby?” I asked him.
“I need it,” he pleaded. “I need it so bad.”
I ran my fingers through Alexis’s hair and tugged, pulling his head up right next to mine.
“Beg me for my cock, Lex. I want to hear you beg.”
Alexis turned his head so his lips were less than an inch away from mine. His teeth lightly grazed his bottom lip, and his brown eyes looked up at me with all the plea in the world.
“Please fuck me,” he begged. “I need you to fuck me like the world is ending.”
Yep. The romcoms definitely got this part wrong.
Alexis
Julian thrusted his tongue into my mouth and omitted a low growl deep from his belly.
Without letting go of my hair, his other hand gripped my hip tightly and before I could even prepare myself, I felt his thick cock splitting me open. That brief moment of pain I always felt whenever I took Julian inside of me was nothing compared to the insatiable need I had for him drilling me.
“You’re taking it so well, baby,” he whispered in my ear.
“Don’t worry about me,” I cried. “Just fuck me.”
“You sure?”
“Fuck me, Julian!”
The pain was replaced with that euphoric level of pleasure I only ever felt with Julian as he buried his cock deep inside of me, stroking my prostate and bringing me close to the edge.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
Julian let go of my hair and instead gripped both of my shoulders tightly. He began pistoning himself in and out of me, not once daring to let go of the hold he had on me.
“Faster! Please, Julian!”
The sounds of him filling me up echoed around the room, and I was on such a high of pleasure that the moans I wanted to let out couldn’t even escape my lips.
“Your hole is gripping onto me so tight,” Julian exclaimed.
Julian switched his grip and wrapped one arm over my shoulders and the other around my waist. I felt his whole torso almost collapse onto me as he kept hammering into me, his dick filling me just like I deserved.
Even though we had sex many times before - especially with his voracious sexual appetite - I had never felt closer to Julian during intimacy as much as I did now. He was holding my body so close to his that I felt I was safe from everything in the world, and considering we had just gotten married together, this was the most passionate and pleasurable sex I had ever had in my life.
Just like he could read my thoughts, Julian kissed that tender part behind my ear and whispered. “I fucking love you, Lex.”
“I love you so much, Julian.”
His arm wrapped around my waist slowly slithered down and began jerking my dick off in rhythm with his thrusts.
“I’m gonna cum in you now, okay baby?”
“Yes please.”
“And I want you to cum as well.”
“Keep fucking me like that and stroking me like that and I will.”
I felt Julian’s movements get faster and more desperate as he came closer to climax, and as soon as he had reached orgasm, his mouth slammed over mine and he cried out as he shot his thick load inside of me. Feeling him pump his love into my body sent me crashing into a wall of ecstasy, and with a loud moan that fell into Julian’s mouth, I shot my load out onto the bed sheets.
As soon as we had both finished our orgasms, I collapsed onto my front, not caring that I was lying in drops of my own cum. Julian’s wet cock slipped outside of me and he rolled over onto his back next to me.
Neither of us shared a word; instead, we just tried to regulate our breathing after the most intense and passionate sex we had ever had together.
Finally, after Julian’s breaths had returned to a somewhat normal pace, he reached over and gently stroked the side of my face with his index finger.
“This is not what I had pictured on my wedding night,” he mumbled.
I let out a quiet laugh and pressed my lips against the pad of his finger. “Neither did I, but after seeing you love on and care for my family, and then promise yourself to me for as long as we shall live, all I’ve wanted to do all day is to get wrecked by you. And if anything, there’s nothing more romantic than two partners communicating honestly about what they want, and delivering.”
“You’re right,” he said. “Like you always are.”
Julian slapped me on my ass and smiled at me.
“I love you,” he repeated.
I leaned over and kissed him sweetly. “I love you too, Julian.”
“Happy Wedding Day,” he said with a chuckle.
“Happy Wedding Day, my love.”
Julian crunched up to a sitting position, resting his hand on my ass cheek.
“Should we shower before we go to bed?”
I nodded. “Except you’re probably going to have to carry me. You did a number on my ass, I can tell you that.”
Julian let out a deep belly laugh but complied and picked me up into his arms.
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” he said.
“Good. Neither am I.”
Julian carried me into our shower and deftly turned the head on which sprayed warm water down on us immediately.
“You can put me down if you want,” I said into his ear.
Julian shook his head. “If I could carry you like this for the rest of my life, I happily would.”
I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and closed my eyes.
“The rest of my life with you sounds great,” I said.
“It sounds perfect.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, sorry for the delay between chapters. The next chapter after this will be the last entry into the Be My Companion series, and will fast forward five years as a sort of epilogue to see how Julian and Alexis are handling marriage in the public eye. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed every bump in the ride of Julian and Alexis's love story.
