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Of course, Danika had insisted on dressing them, and Sammy had begrudgingly agreed, because damn, that bitch had taste. Their suits were a cream-eggshell white, with very faint pink satin trim on the lapels, and just plain white shirts, no ties. Both designs were made from the same fabric, yet the cut was so different, it was perfectly unique to their respective styles.
Logan’s was relaxed classic casual jacket and trousers. He had opted to have his hair styled in an undercut, keeping the top part longer. He loved, how Sammy ran his long, elegant fingers through the strands – sometimes gently caressing, soothing him, and other times, tugging possessively in the throes of passion during their lovemaking.
Sammy’s suit was a bit more flowy, with the design lines open. His piece had a vest that allowed his shirt to be unbuttoned low beneath it, giving him this dreamy, high-fashion relaxed look. He wore his hair in a loosely styled low bun, with some wavy strands still framing his beautiful face. His look was accented by delicate pieces of jewelery – all items, Logan had gifted him on special occasions.
Stef, Danika, and Debbie had made an arch with flowers and pink tulle and rainbow balloons for them and of course Papa David andPapiBlake had to officiate. They had gone in full overdrive for the wedding and were ridiculously excited. Sammy and Logan had to shut them down about the more elaborate celebration arrangements, but in the end, they had let them take control over the food and officiating. Debbie, Lucas and Tom had volunteered to take care of the invitations, seating, and getting the outdoor space ready for the ceremony.
David and Blake Wilder-Hermosa were the most romantic, dedicated-to-each-other couple Sammy had ever met. They had been together for over thirty years now, and yet Sammy could not recall a single instance when David and Blake didn't kiss each other as a way of greeting, didn't hold hands or told each other“Love you!”instead of saying“Bye!”at the end of a phone call.
Since, for all intents and purposes, they had taken on the role of his parents, Logan and Sammy had agreed to let them participate in the ceremony in this very significant way. They joked it would be an excellent practice for the upcoming wedding of James and Danika, although they had opted for a destination adventure wedding based on the movieRomancing the Stone Part Two.
Sammy thought it was hilarious James had found someone to spend his life with as obsessed with movies as his parents were. His friend may have huffed and puffed and rolled his eyes at Danika and her peculiar preferences, but Sammy knew him. He was happy she did these things for him, making him feel special and in a way continuing the unspoken family traditions to replicate movie scenes they loved to commemorate important moments of their lives. Or to use for weird kinky sex.
Sammy loved how excited Logan had gotten about James and Danika's wedding especially as they were both in his groom’s party. He knew Logan didn't care to have an over-the-top celebration, but he still wondered, “Do you regret us just doing a small ceremony?”
“Fuck no! I love everything we planned. I think it's so … us. I love you so much and I'm glad we get to do this in our home and share the moment with our families and friends. I’m so glad everyone I want to be present will be here.”
He held out his hand to Sammy who took it, giving it a light squeeze, then pulled him close, kissing his knuckles and the palm of his hand.
“I just can’t wait to see exactly what scenes from that movie Danika plans to ambush James with. There were a lot of snakes in Part Two!” His laughter soon infected Sammy and the evening had progressed in them binge-watching both movies, getting excited about the new adventure their friends were about to embark on.
THE VOWS
Surprisingly, it was Logan who insisted on them writing their own vows. Sammy had accepted the challenge, thinking, that using his words to describe exactly how much he cared for his man should be the easiest thing in the world. But when he started committing his thoughts to paper, nothing freaking seemed enough to describe how Logan made him feel.
“You are my forever...”
“I am nothing without you...”
“I love you more than ...”
And to see Logan was writing away in his notebook in the weeks leading up to the ceremony only had him sweating his balls off that he’d mess this up. He tried to cheat and seduce the notebook out of his fiancé and was astounded at how skilfully Logan evaded his attempts and kept his cool without giving away anything he had written down. He hadn’t been able to pry out of him not even a single clue or a hint. What was he masterminding in that notebook? A poem? A heartfelt story about a beautiful moment they had shared since they had become a couple?
And the moments had been plenty. As far as Sammy was concerned, their story was nothing short of a sickeningly sweet Hallmark romance, and he fucking loved it. The more time passed the more Logan was coming into himself, and it was beautiful to see the man he loved so much gain back his confidence and zest for life. Logan was so caring and sweet, he always made sure Sammy felt safe, loved, and cherished. On some days it was with a sweet, funny gesture, on others, it was an overwhelming, emotional display of affection that choked him and brought him to tears.
Sometimes it almost felt like Logan had set out to make up for every moment in Sammy's life when he might have felt lonely, unappreciated or his feelings hadn't been validated by people he had cared for. The strict upbringing in Mystic had insured James was pretty much his only friend. Sammy had tried to be his own man and to do his big adventures by himself. His nomadic style of living ensuring he always kept people at an arm’s length or a world away. Logan had changed all that, with his unwavering devotion to him. He had proven Sammy was his top priority, over and over, and over again.
Once, Logan had met him at an airport, where he was having an overnight connecting flight on his way home, just to surprise him, so he wouldn't have to travel alone on Valentine’s Day. He had been waiting by his connecting gate with flowers and his favorite snacks and their blanket, ready to travel back home with him. Sammy had bawled his eyes out, moved by the thoughtful gesture. They got quite a few aww faces and googly eyes.
On another occasion, he had surprised him on his arrival home with all of his favorite home-cooked meals, that had ended up going cold or ravaged by Morpheus because Sammy had gotten so emotional, he had dragged Logan to the bedroom and had kept him busy there for hours. Where does one even find sashimi and learn how to properly cut it and cool it?! Fucking Logan, that’s who! The love of his life!
The best one he could recall was a hilarious one. The memory of it still made him chuckle. He had been folding a giant basket of laundry, and had settled himself on the bed, just going about it in a very lazy way, watching a movie on his laptop, while Logan was working on something in the shed. He had fallen asleep in the middle of the pile of laundry and had woken up in the dimly lit bedroom, startled by a loud thud.
He had jumped out of bed only to trip on something and face-planted on the floor. There was another groan that got mixed with his. When he was able to refocus his eyes, he saw Logan on the floor holding his head, wearing nothing but the tiniest lacy-looking panties Sammy had ever seen.
“What happened?” He half-groaned, half-laughed.
Logan rubbed his face with his hands and began laughing. “I wanted to surprise you, but you hadn't finished the laundry yet, so I started folding it around you. I planned on sliding seductively next to you. I was trying to avoid rolling on our clean clothes. I was hoping not to wake you up.”
“What are you wearing, baby?” Sammy reached and pulled the seam of his panties letting it snap back. Logan shivered and kicked him lightly. He hadn't been able to contain his laughter and was rolling on the floor.
“It's that edible underwear.” Logan was laughing with him.
“Why are you on the floor?”
“I was trying to take a sexy selfie with you asleep in the background, but then I dropped your phone. When I went to get it, I hit my head on the bed frame and then you got up and kicked me in the gut.”
Sammy and Logan had spent some time wailing and laughing on the floor. After that he dragged Logan onto the bed, and they made love on the pile of laundry. It had been so sweet, loving, and beautiful, everything around them had faded away. Why was that his favorite?
