When Dave got the invite to his cousin's wedding, he wasn't really sure whether to go or not. He got on well enough with Amy, but hadn't seen her in a while, and so was mildly surprised with the invite.
He'd accepted in the end, thinking it would be good to meet up with the family again, and who knew, there may be some hot single guys from the groom's side he could hit on. Dave was nearly 6-foot-tall, blonde hair down to his neck, sparkling blue eyes which all his lovers had told him were his best feature, and a well-built body. Not body builder type, but a body without much fat, muscular curves in all the right places, and a tight ass which was also the envy of his other gay friends.
So he'd sent off the R.S.V.P, and that was why he was now changing into his suit at the wedding venue, having booked a room to stay over as it was taking place too far away from home to get back in one night. Plus, if he got lucky then he had somewhere to go back to.
Checking himself in the mirror, straightening his purple tie over the salmon pink shirt, maybe just a little tight as it played across his broad chest, he adjusted his hair until it was just right, casually flipped to one side, and turned to the door, picking up his grey suit jacket and slipping it on.
Locking his door, he headed downstairs and following the signs headed to the function room where the ceremony was being held. It wasn't long before the start and there were quite a few people already there.
Exchanging small talk and catch ups with his closer family, he took the proffered order of service from one of the groomsmen, idly checking him out without being too obvious. Blue was the theme for the day, the man's royal blue tie partly covered by a silver waistcoat and dark suit jacket. Cute, he thought, as he headed towards a free seat on the bride's side, but that thought soon went out of his mind as he sat down and looked to the front. He'd never actually met Amy's future husband, Mark before, so when he turned around, looking down the aisle as if to check where she was, Dave's breath caught in his throat.
He's gorgeous, was his first thought, as he studied the deeply tanned face. Short brown hair, neatly styled topped his head, beneath which, dark brown eyes peered out across the room, and Dave felt like you could dive straight into them. Mark's tall figure was a good few inches taller than his best man beside him, and his figure filled out his suit perfectly, the contours of his body fitting perfectly to the lines of the suit, giving an appearance of effortless grace.
As if sensing the appraisal, he looked over at Dave and smiled a polite greeting. Feeling guilty at so obviously checking the groom out, Dave nodded back and buried his head into the order of service. But it wasn't long until his gaze was drawn back to Mark, no chatting to his best man. His bright white teeth almost flashed from his mouth, a laugh escaping his perfectly formed lips.
Well that's just typical, Dave thought, the hottest guy here and the only one I know I won't have a chance with. Settling back into his seat, he zoned out of the chatter around him, losing himself in a daydream, picturing what it would be like to be with that man, run his hands across his chest, kiss those full red lips, and more. Almost immediately he felt himself get hard, and with an effort broke the daydream before anyone noticed the tent that was appearing in his pants.
Suddenly, music started playing, and everyone looked back down the aisle to where Amy had appeared. She looked beautiful in her dress, but Dave couldn't feel anything but mild envy as she walked past him, at what she'd be getting tonight and who with. The ceremony was over, and the wedding party was now in full swing. The speeches had been made, much toasting had been done, both bride and groom having many drinks, an endless supply of well wishers bringing them glass after glass.
"thanks for coming!" Amy slurred to Dave, stumbling into him as she took a break from dancing, "I'm so glad you came, I hope you're having a good time" she added, clearly struggling to stand straight.
"I am," Dave replied, slightly merry but certainly not as bad as Amy, "And you clearly are enjoying it as well!" He added.
"I am," she said seriously, "I'm so happy and lucky to have found someone like Mark. I want you to find someone like Mark as well." she added drunkenly, "Have you seen anyone you like?" she said, Mark being gay was no secret to the family. "Maybe," he replied, smiling sadly.
"Then go get him," she said, pushing him in a random direction as if the mystery man was there.
"Not as simple as that," he replied, "But don't worry about me, you get back onto the dance floor, you're wanted," he said, as female members of the family were waving her over.
"If you like him, you should go for it, hang the consequences," she said as parting words, heading back to the dance floor.
"If only!" he said quietly to himself, heading to the bar for another drink.
The party was winding down when Dave decided to call it a night. He'd had no luck with picking up any interest from the guys at the party, and so headed up to his room to crash. He took off his jacket and tie, and headed to the bathroom.
But when he flicked the light switch, it wasn't working, so grumbling to himself, he decided to head to reception to get someone to check it out. Grabbing the key fob he opened the door and headed turned towards the lifts. He hadn't got very far when round the corner he spotted Mark, practically carrying Amy along, the drink had finally got the better of her.
"Better get her to bed!" Mark said his voice like honey to Dave, yet sounding a little sad.
"Hi Dave!" Amy said, lifting her head briefly "Remember what I said, go get that guy if you want him," before slumping forward once more.
"Want a hand?" Dave said, jumping at the chance to spend some time with his latest fantasy.
"Sure, two is better than one," Mark said, before stumbling a little "Seems like I'm not totally in control of myself either!" he smiled. "It's only here", he added pointing to a door on the left as the two of them carried the now unconscious Amy down towards the bridal suite.
Mark opened the door and between them they managed to lay Amy down on the bed, her soft snores making it clear she had passed out.
"Not quite how you expected the wedding night to be?" Dave asked wryly.
"Not really!" Mark laughed back.
