A Nice Day For a White Wedding

Jack pulled the door shut behind him and adjusted his cufflinks. They kept getting caught on the cuff of his jacket. It was beginning to get on his nerves.

“So what’s so important that you had to talk to me right now? I’m getting married in less than an hour you know,” Jack said. His older brother was sitting on the windowsill, looking at the stained glass.

“I’m well aware,” Lucas said. “That’s why I needed to see you now.”

As best man Lucas was dressed in almost the same suit as his brother. The tie was the only difference. He stood and Jack couldn’t help noticing his brother’s erection. Lucas crossed the room in a few steps. He stood very close to Jack.

“What do you want?” Jack asked, his back pressed against the door.

Lucas didn’t say anything. He simply undid his brother’s fly and slipped his hand between the fabric, pulling Jack’s boxer’s aside to get at his warm flesh. Jack gasped at his brother’s touch.

“Just once more, for old time’s sake,” Lucas murmured.

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