Days in the Life of... Nick O'Flaherty

Thursday 19 July 2012 - Saturday 21 July 2012

So far the trip to California had been fun, barring the dinner with Deuce’s friends Thursday night. Well, that wasn’t really fair. Most of D’s friend’s were pretty nice, especially Cindy; the exception of course would be that douche bag Jackson. Nick tried to behave himself, and for the most part he did, which was really saying something since Jack-off was staring at Deuce like he was USDA prime and Jackson was salivating for a lean cut of meat.

Josh and Amy, Deuce’s college friends, were getting married on the beach and their reception was being held in the resort most of the guests were staying in, Deuce and Nick included. When D’s friend’s called Thursday and asked if he and Nick would like to join them in the downstairs restaurant for dinner, they’d accepted. Nick was a little nervous to meet Deuce’s college cronies, not that he considered himself dumb, but the Ivy League crowd wasn’t something Nick was particularly used to. For Deuce though, he’d give it a go and be on his best behavior. As it turned out the crew, like D’s buddies back in Philly, were all pretty down to earth. Well, all except Jackson of course. He was a pompous ass, and Nick was pretty sure that wasn’t just his jealousy speaking.

They were just reaching the entrance to Splashes, D assuring Nick that his friends were going to love him, when someone called out Deuce’s name. When they turned around, a tall, tanned, muscular man with perfectly styled blond hair came bounding towards them. Well, more accurately, bounding towards Deuce, and pulled him into a hug without D having a chance to protest. His eyes roamed over D, telling him how fantastic he looked, and when Deuce had introduced him to Nick he’d barely given him a glance when his attention was back on D. Nick’s temper flared, not just from the blow off, or the fact that the man was clearly macking on his man, but it was the name. Jackson. The Jackson. The one Deuce had told Nick he’d hooked up with on more than one occasion back in college. His “make out buddy”, as D had called him.

Luckily the others were being seated at the rectangular table as they’d arrived, and Jackson ended up at the other end. D sat to Nick’s left and Cindy was at the head to his right. Across from Nick was Connor and to his right his wife Sarah. On D’s left was Richie, his wife Denise at the other head and between her and Sarah, Jackson. Nick had hit it off with Cindy almost immediately, especially since she broke the ice after drinks were served by telling Deuce she’d always known he was too damn good looking to be straight, getting a laugh, albeit some nervous ones, from the table.

“Besides,” she continued, “I saw you in the corner making out with a guy a time or two.”

“What?” Connor looked between Cindy and Deuce wide eyed, “We were in the same fraternity, I was at every party he was at, how didn’t I know this?”

“Because you were too busy trying to make your way through every freshman class of your sister sorority,” Cindy answered, “No offense, Sarah.”

“Oh, I know how my husband was.” Sarah laughed, “But I tamed him.”

“All it takes is one good woman,” Connor smiled at her, then looked across at Deuce and Nick, clearing his throat, “Or…ah…man.”

Deuce snorted on his glass of beer, “You don’t have to worry about being politically correct, Con, I’m still the same guy and I don’t get offended easily. Nick and I?” D flashed a smile Nick’s way, “It was a surprise to me too, but I’ve never been so happy.” Nick smiled back, feeling all warm and fuzzy.

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Cindy smirked as she addressed Nick while she swirled her martini, “I don’t want to call your partner a man whore, but the man got around.”

“Hey!” D protested as he leaned around Nick’s chest, “That’s not true. I was always a relationship kind of guy.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Cindy amended, than rested her hand on Nick’s forearm, “But he had a different girlfriend every other week. I couldn’t keep track of them, and let me tell you I called them by the wrong name on more than one occasion. I finally gave up and stopped addressing them by name at all.”

“She’s totally exaggerating,” Deuce assured Nick with a smile.

“I don’t know, I think I believe her,” Nick laughed, “I can totally see you using the technicality of calling someone your girlfriend so you didn’t feel promiscuous.”

“Not true!” D mock glared at Nick, giving his triceps a little pinch. Nick laughed as he rubbed his arm.

“Oh, he knows you too well, Deuce.” Cindy laughed, “And I’m absolutely telling the truth. Blond, brunette, short, tall, all races and nationalities, no woman was safe from Deacon Grady. Except me of course. I was entirely too smart to fall for his nonsense.”

“You were dating, and madly in love with, Thomas DeBlasio your entire college career,” D pointed out, “Professor DeBlasio. Your English Lit Prof, I might point out.”

“Yes,” Cindy sat back in her chair with a whimsical smile as she sipped from her glass, “He was rather extraordinary. No mere boy could hold a candle to him.”

“And whatever happened to the Fantastical Professor?” Connor asked.

“Oh, you know the same old story.” Cindy answered him, “We grew apart. I had a job offer for chief resident in a hospital out of state…”

“He started sleeping with another student.” Deuce finished her sentence.

“You’re a wicked man,” Cindy scolded D, but her eyes glinted with affection, “He’s a wicked, wicked man, Nick. I don’t know how you put up with him.”

“Oh, but it’s the wickedness that I love,” Nick winked.

“I like him, Deuce.” Cindy smiled, “He’s a bit naughty isn’t he.”

“Don’t even think about it, Cin, he’s all mine.” Deuce teased as he rested a hand on Nick’s thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“Oh, I can see that.” Cindy nodded, “His eyes are all for you. Another reason why I approve.” She turned her attention back to Nick. “Deuce and I don’t get to see each other much since I moved to Chicago, but we talk regularly. Even though we’re the same age I’ve always sort of looked at him as a kid brother. I have a protective streak when it comes to him. I’d warn you to be careful with his heart, but I can see by the way that you look at him that I don’t need to.”

“No, you definitely don’t” Nick nodded, “I love him. He’s everything to me.”

“Good,” Cindy nodded, “That’s good.”

“So, Nick.”

Nick turned his head and was surprised to see it was the Ken doll addressing him. “Yes, Jack?”

“It’s Jackson, “the douche corrected, “Where did you go to school?” he asked, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised.

“If you mean college, I didn’t” Nick answered, “I joined the marine’s right out of high school.”

“The marines? Really?” Jackson asked with furrowed brows, “That’s…interesting.” But his tone indicated it was anything but.

“How so?” Nick asked, his Ire rising marginally as he awaited the answer.

Jackson shook his head a little, “It’s just Deuce usually only dated the ones with looks and brains.”

“I guess that’s why you never got farther than a kiss,” Nick spat back. Their eyes held for a moment and Jackson opened his mouth as if he were going to say something else but Connor cut in.

“That’s who you kissed?!” Connor asked, his eyes practically popping out of his head at this point, “Am I on What Would You Do? Where’s John Quinones?” he looked around the restaurant as everyone laughed.

“So, Nick,” Sarah asked, “Were you stationed over in Iraq at all?”

“Unofficially,” Nick cocked his head to the side with a smirk, “But if you tell anyone I said that I’d deny it.”

“Nick is Recon.” Deuce interjected.

“A Recon Marine?” Connor asked, looking awed, “That’s impressive. I saw a show on the Discovery Channel on how you guys train. That shit looked intense.”

“Yeah,” Nick nodded, “it was pretty grueling, by the end I was running on pure determination to be honest, but it was worth it.”

“So are you still enlisted?” Sarah asked.

“No, I’ve been out ten years.” Nick purposely avoided the word discharge hoping to forgo any questions that word might entail,”I’m a cop in Boston now.”

“You grew up in Boston, then?” Cindy asked, “I love the accent.”

“Yup.” Nick nodded, “Born and raised.”

“He’s going for detective,” Deuce proudly interposed, “hopefully in Philadelphia…”

“Really?” Cindy smiled delightedly.

“We’ll see how things pan out,” Nick informed her. He wanted nothing more than to be with D in Philly, but he was almost afraid to talk about their future too soon. He was superstitious in that way and he didn’t want to jinx anything.

“I’m still surprised you’re the only one of us who stayed in Philly,” Richie said, “I know Trey did of course, but I mean of the doctor group.”

“Hey, is The Drought Horse still there?” Jackson asked.

“Yeah,” D smiled, “and Max is still bartending.”

“You’re shitting me!” Connor said, and they all laughed and proceeded to reminisce about the old hang out and beer slinger.

“You know, I’m practicing in Manhattan,” Jackson said to Deuce after the revelry died down and they’d placed their dinner orders with their waiter, “It’s silly that I’m only a hop, skip and a jump away yet we never get together. You should come to the city sometime. I’ll take you to dinner and a show. You can spend the weekend.”

“Nick and I were just talking about going to New York.” Deuce fabricated as he gave Nick’s thigh another squeeze. He and Nick had done no such thing, but Nick knew it was D’s way of making it clear yet again that he and Nick were together. “But I think we’d rather stay at a hotel. Get the full experience, ya know? We could always do a double dinner date. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of boy toys to choose from.”

“Perhaps one or two,” Jackson’s smile was tight as he glanced at Nick then returned his gaze to Deuce, “But no one ever holds my interest long; not since Temple, anyway.”

“Short attention span?” Nick asked as his knee started to bounce and Deuce rubbed it gently to ease him.

Jackson shrugged, “Some gems are just rare and hard to find. I don’t settle for costume jewelry.” He answered, giving Deuce a wink.

“Nor do I,” Nick replied, his arm going around the back of Deuce’s chair possessively. If he were a cat he'd probably be spraying him at this point. “and I protect my valuables with my life.”

“Speaking of gems,” Cindy cut in, directing the conversation away from the obvious pissing contest. “Did everyone get a load of Amy’s bobble?”

Throughout dinner, then dessert and drinks, Nick enjoyed the conversation with his end of the table but his eyes kept drifting to Jackson, and Jackson’s eyes in turn were nearly always on Deuce. As the evening progressed Jackson’s flirting and innuendos became more blatant to the point where the others were even getting uncomfortable. Deuce continued to shoot him down, at first politely then more sarcastically, until finally Cindy said, “Oh, Jackson will you give it a rest. He didn’t want you fifteen years ago and he doesn’t want you now. Can’t you see he’s in love?”

Deuce blinked at her with a little smirk, Jackson glared, Connor snickered, Richie cleared his throat, the other women suddenly found the contents of their glasses very interesting and Nick couldn’t help but grin. Yeah, he really liked Cindy. Jackson rose from the table and threw his linen napkin down on the table, excusing himself as he stalked off in a huff. They all parted shortly after, Cindy giving Nick a wink and a hug, and since they all had their own plans for the next day they said they’d meet up on Saturday at the wedding.

As soon as they’d entered their room Nick was all over Deuce, having the primal urge to claim what was his. As they kissed he grabbed D by the back of the thighs and picked him up then tossed him on the bed. D, having read Nick’s feelings as clearly as he always did, said he’d felt like he’d just been dragged back to the cave by his hair. Nick grunted, “Me Nick. You mine.” before pouncing on him as they both laughed.

Nick took his time that night. Kissing and tasting every inch of Deuce as he intermittently sucked his cock and balls. When he finally entered him, he fucked him nice and slow, rolling and undulating his hips to make sure to hit that sweet spot each time. When D was about to come Nick would stop and kiss him languidly until he fell back from the edge of climax then would start the leisure thrusting again. He did this several times, fighting his own need to climax to drive Deuce crazy. He wanted to make sure that he obliterated any part of D’s mind that found Jackson fucking Montgomery handsome.

They fucked for well over an hour, changing positions several times though Nick always made sure he was in control, until both of them were sweaty and needy. Deuce finally pleaded for Nick to let him come or face bodily harm and Nick relented, picking up the rhythm until he was pounding his ass into the mattress and they both came hard with shouts.

D passed out immediately after Nick cleaned them up, but Nick went out to sit on the balcony. Although his body was worn out, his mind was too restless to sleep.

Friday was a fun day. They’d driven their rental car down to Laguna Beach and Deuce surprised Nick by wearing the pair of little swim trunks that Nick had bought for him in the hotel shop. He looked smoking fucking hot and it took everything Nick had not to throw D down right there on their towels and fuck him on the public beach. They alternated lying out in the sun and frolicking in the Ocean for a few hours before washing off at the outdoor showers and grabbed a late lunch. Afterwards they rented bikes and rode around perusing shops, including a “Love Shack”, and bought some souvenirs. They went back to the hotel for a quickie and showers then drove back down to a seafood restaurant they’d passed that afternoon. They’d gone back to their room for sweets from room service before making some dessert of their own.

They’d slept in on Saturday, ordering breakfast in bed, than fucked a second time before having to rush to get ready for the wedding. Even though the wedding was on the beach they’d dressed in suits and as usual Deuce looked absolutely amazing. Nick swore D could wear a paper bag and still look like a fucking supermodel.

With the size of his family, and the amount of friends he had, Nick had been to his fair share of weddings. He usually found them quite boring and always looked at it as the prelude to the more important party afterwards, but he had to admit this ceremony was actually beautiful. Nick would never acknowledge it, but he felt himself get a bit misty eyed listening to the vows as he and Deuce held hands. Jesus, what love fucking did to a man.

They were inside in the blessed air conditioning about forty five minutes into cocktail hour when Non-action Jackson came up to join them with a smarmy smile on his face and a drink in hand.

“I’ve been looking for you,” He said to Deuce, a slight slur to his words indicating he’d been whole heartedly enjoying the open bar. He raked his eyes up and down D’s frame, “Damn, you clean up well.”

Deuce had a hand on Nick's back, his fingers lightly rubbing against the nape of his neck to help keep his temper in check.

“Thanks, Jacks,” he answered without much enthusiasm in his voice, “We were just going to find the place card for our table.”

Jackson, not taking the hint, turned his attention to Nick, “So, we all met Deuce in college...“ He smirked, “And we know you didn't go to college, so where did you meet him, hmm? Some seedy, dark bar?”

“Actually, no.” Nick answered. Between the scotch, the two fucks, and D’s hand on his neck he was feeling pretty calm this night, “I've known D for about fifteen years. His brother is my best friend.”

Jackson raised his waxed brows, “A friend of Ty's? That explains so much.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Nick asked, his tranquility leaving at Jackson’s tone.

Jackson flipped his free hand in the air, “Hot tempered, more muscle than brain, you know how it goes.”

“Hey, watch it!” Deuce interjected, his rare temper coloring his tone, “Nick and Ty were Recon. They could kick your ass with both arms tied behind their backs.”

“Don’t worry about it, D.” Nick said, his eyes never leaving Jackson, “Don’t ever fucking bad mouth Tyler Grady to me. That man has saved my life on more than one occasion.” Nick spat, narrowing his eyes at the spoiled dickweed, “You obviously don't know him very well. Not only is he wicked intelligent, he’s the bravest man I’ve ever known; and while you were home getting your over priced education, he and I were overseas making sure you had the right to do so.”

Jackson scoffed slightly, “The only people that go into the military are the ones that didn't make it into college.”

“Really?” Nick asked, cocking one brow, “Because I speak four languages and have traveled the world while you were playing beer pong on daddy's dollar. Why don't we go outside and put my education against yours and see who’s had the biggest pay off?”

Jackson took a step toward Nick, “Bring it on, old man.”

Deuce shifted between them, putting a gentle hand on Nick's chest and meeting his eyes, “Come on, Nicky, let's go for a walk or something.” He looked over his shoulder at Jackson, “This is Amy’s fucking wedding, keep the fucking ego to yourself for one day!”

“I'm cool, I'm cool.” Nick assured Deuce as he shook his head, “Wouldn't want to break his nose, I can imagine how much the rhinoplasty must have cost him.”

Jackson moved closer to him, “What the fuck did you just say, asshole?!”

“Trust me, son, you really want to take a step back and watch your tone.”

“I'm not afraid of you.” Jackson snorted, as he clenched his fists.

“And that just proves how dumb you are, even with your PhD.” Nick smirked.

Deuce looked between the two of them before stepping away, “If you two want to beat the shit out of one another like we're still in high school, I'm not going to fucking watch. I'll be outside if I’m needed to clean up the blood.” He turned on his heel and headed towards the French doors that lead to the beach terrace.

Nick took a step towards Jackson and looked him in the eye as he lowered his voice to a deadly growl, “The only reason I'm walking away right now is because I love that man and I don't want to cause a scene at his friend’s wedding. But if it was any other time...” for the first time a flash of fear crossed Jackson’s eyes as Nick reluctantly headed to the bar to get a drink for him and D. He figured he’d give Deacon a moment to cool down then he'd bring him out his drink to apologize for letting that fucker get to him.

Jackson immediately went out the back door to find Deuce, “You know,” he said as he approached, “I’ve always considered you the one that got away.”

Deuce restrained himself from rolling his eyes as he sighed, he really wasn’t in the mood for Jackson anymore this evening, “Got away would indicate you had me to begin with, Jacks, and we both know that was never the case.”

Jackson leaned on the stone banister a little too close for Deuce’s comfort. “You deserve better than him, Deacon.”

“Someone like you I suppose?” Deuce mocked, “No thanks. I'm fucking happy, Jackson, why can't you just be a friend and be happy for me?”

“I can make you so much happier than him, sweetheart...” Jackson leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Deuce's lips before Deuce could stop him.

Nick froze when he saw Jackson kissing his boyfriend. It took everything in him not to go over and knock the fucker out. The irony of being in Zane’s place several months ago wasn’t lost on him. An old friend kissing the man he’d been pining for after one too many? Yeah. He slammed down the glasses he was holding on the outdoor table so forcefully he accidently broke one.

Deuce shoved Jackson away, “Fuck off, Jackson!” He looked over at the sound of the glass breaking, “Nick...”

Nick shook his head and walked away. He didn't trust himself not to say something he'd regret later, and he certainly didn’t trust himself not to string Jackson up by his designer fucking tie.

Deuce immediately went after Nick, ignoring Jackson’s pleas to let him leave, “Nick, wait, please...”

Nick spun around just outside the doors leading out of the reception hall and into the hotel. “Just leave me alone right now, D. Go talk to your friend. Seems like you were having a good conversation.” He turned and stalked off quickly, not really knowing where he intended to go as he pushed through a set of double doors and ended up in a smaller, deserted ballroom.

Deuce was right on his heels, pushing him up against one of the supporting pillars once the doors closed behind them and kissed Nick heatedly, “It's not him that I want.” He murmured.

Nick grabbed Deuce’s shoulders and pushed him away, “Just stop, D. I can't...I can't compete with that! I don't have a fancy degree, or perfectly coifed hair, or...or flawless fucking features. Can I kick his ass? Fuck yeah, I can take him down without breaking a sweat, but what does that mean? Big fucking deal. You want someone like that? Is that what you want? Because I can't...” He shook his head in frustration.

Deuce growled softly in aggravation, “I don’t fucking want him, Nick! I don't care about any of that shit! I fucking love each and every inch of you, Nick O'Flaherty!” He slowly sank to his knees in front on Nick, wasting no time in getting Nick's belt buckle undone and opening his trousers.

Nick looked down in shock, “What are you doing?”

Deuce kept his eyes on Nick's face as he slowly took his cock into his mouth, still not completely sure what he was doing when it came to blow jobs. He’d tried it a couple of times, but never to completion.

Nick watched him then groaned and rested his head back against the pillar. He was already at half mast from the heated kiss, but the feel of D’s wet, warm mouth on him had him fully erect in two seconds. “Fuck, baby...” and just like that all of Nick’s tension drained out of him.

Deuce moaned softly around him, taking a breath in through his nose as he tried to take more of him in, his hand stroking the part of Nick’s cock that wasn't in his mouth

Nick hissed because it felt so fucking good and looked back down to watch. He licked his lips as he pulled his shirt tails up and out of the way for a better view. It took all of his willpower to hold his hips still so that D could go at his own pace. He was enraptured by the sight of his cockhead sliding between Deuce’s full lips, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Deuce hummed softly around him, sucking and licking on Nick's cock as he looked up at him, wanting to make sure he was enjoying things.

“Oh, fuck yeah baby…” Nick breathed barely above a whisper. “…feels so fucking good.” He tenderly ran his fingers threw D's silky dark hair.

Deuce pulled back, letting Nick's cock slip from his lips as he moaned and lightly ran his lips over Nick’s balls, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin, his hands running down Nick's thighs, “God, Nicky…”

Nick tugged on D’s hair a little to get him to look up at him, “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Deacon.”

Deuce kissed his hip softly, “I know... I want to do this...” He licked Nick’s cock from base to tip before taking him back into his mouth.

“I was hoping you'd say that.” Nick laughed a little before moaning. He glanced up when he heard a noise, noticing the door was cracked open slightly and Jackson peering in at them. A slow grin involuntarily spread across Nick’s face, “That's right, baby...” he said, his voice a little louder than necessary, “suck my cock. So good...” he rested his head back again, feeling too good to care about their spectator any longer, and bit his bottom lip as he heard the doors click shut.

Deuce was oblivious to the voyeurism, too wrapped up in focusing on his breathing and not taking Nick too far in. He swirls his tongue around as he bobs his head, his eyes closing at the comforting feel of Nicks hand on his head.

“Shit...” Nick breathed, the entire experience overwhelming him. Deuce dressed impeccably in an expensive suit on his knees in a public place sucking him off. Deuce basically staking his claim of Nick as well with that luscious mouth and talented tongue, “You’re gonna make me come already...”

Deuce let out a moan at that, managing to relax his throat a little more, taking more of Nick’s cock into his mouth, working it the best he could.

“Oh, fuck yeah...” Nick couldn’t help but thrust his hips a little,”…better pull back.”

Deuce groaned when Nick starts to move, opening his eyes to look up at him, sucking him harder.

“Fuck...” Nick ground out through clenched jaw, “I can't....” He moaned loudly as his body went rigid and an intense orgasm cascaded over him. His hips moved of their own free will now. “Oh, yeah....fuck yeah...Oh God, Deacon...”

Deuce swallowed as much as he could before pulling back, unaware of the come still on his lips, “Fuck, Nicky... that was fucking hot.”

“Hell yeah, it was,” Nick panted and looked down at him, gently swiping his thumb over Deuce’s bottom lip to remove the come, “You’re fucking hot. Jesus Christ D you're gonna be the death of me.”

Deuce chuckled as Nick offered him a hand and assisted him to his feet. He tucked Nick back into his pants before kissing him, “Mmm, that's my goal.”

Nick smiled as he wrapped D in his arms and kissed him again, squeezing his ass and over protectively enjoying the taste of himself in Deuce’s mouth, “I need to take care of you...”

Deuce shook his head slightly as he draped his arms around Nick's neck, “Don't worry about me... this was all about you.”

Nick raised his brows, “Then when we get back to the hotel, maybe I can use that item we bought yesterday on you?”

Deuce kissed him with a smile, “Yeah, we can do that.”

Nick grinned wide and his spent dick made an effort to wake up as he imagined what it would look like to fuck D with that glass dildo before blowing him at the same time, “I fucking love you, Deacon Grady.”

Deuce winked, “I love you too, Nicky... not letting you go for anything!” he pulled Nick into a tight hug and nuzzled his neck before pulling back to look at him again.

Nick cupped his hand around Deuce’s jaw, caressing his cheek with his thumb, “I'm just so afraid of losing you. If I feel even a little bit threatened...” He shook his head, “I'm sorry I couldn't control myself better with that pompous jerk off.”

Deuce turns his head to kiss Nick's hand softly, “Hell, I was ready to punch the asshole for what he was saying about you.”

Nick laughed a little, “Yeah, I actually was pretty proud of myself for not knocking him the fuck out...but still, I shouldn't have let him bait me.”

Deuce took Nick’s hand in his and kissed Nick's knuckles gently, “I'm so proud of you, baby. For keeping your hands to yourself and for being a kickass cop and Marine.”

“You don't have to say that.”

“I mean every word, Nicky.” D assured him.

Nick smiled and felt his cheeks flush, “How'd I get so lucky?” he asked before placing a soft, lingering kiss on Deuce’s slightly swollen lips.

Deuce smiled and kissed him back, “Must have done something right in a past life.” He teased.

“I guess...” Nick nodded, before reluctantly confessing with a wince, “Ah, I should probably mention that we weren't exactly...alone the entire time.”

Deuce stared at him for a moment or two, “W-what...?”

“Um...yeah. At one point I looked up and Jackson was spying on us.” He winced again, waiting for Deuce’s anger, “I probably should have stopped you...Sorry.”

Deuce was quiet for a moment, silently blinking those gorgeous hazel eyes before barking a laugh, “Well... if that's what it takes to get him to realize that I belong to you.”

Nick laughed, “You're not mad?”

Deuce shook his head, “Maybe a little embarrassed, but not mad.”

“Good.” Nick let out a relieved sigh, then added, “I'm fucking starving.” Deuce laughed and stepped away as Nick tucked in his shirt and fastened his pants and belt.

“They’re probably serving food now.” Deuce said with an exasperated shake of his head, straightening Nick’s tie. “And if you're lucky, you might get a dance after the cake.”

“Oh, I'm feeling pretty lucky.” Nick announced, taking D’s hand as Deuce led them to the reception hall they were supposed to be in.

Salads were just being served as Deuce and Nick sat at their table with the same gang from Thursday night, with the exception of one empty chair. Cindy gave them a knowing smirk as they settled, informing them that Jackson had suddenly come down with a mysterious stomach virus and left to go back to his room early. Nick’s night couldn’t have gotten any better. Well, except after the cake when he got that dance. Slowly moving in Deuce’s arms, lost in those hazel eyes and D’s scent, basking in the glow of Deuce’s love; he was completely head over heels, and he reflected that yes, he was a very lucky man indeed.

Pictures of the hotel and room