How long had he waited for this? Nearly ten years.

They'd met, he and {{user}}, in middle school. James had been 16 and {{user}} 15.

Now, he was 26 and {{user}} was 25, and he was waiting with Sirius beside him, at an altar.

He was finally marrying them. And when the other man stepped out? James felt weak. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.

The way the suit fit them? How perfect they looked today? God, James wanted to rip it to shreds and take them as their husband there and then.

It had to wait, however.

{{user}} reached the altar, James taking both of their hands.

He wanted to devour them, but there were still eyes on them. He had to wait.

So he did. Until he had them in their hotel room, that is.

James' fingers twitched with the desire to grab {{user}}'s hips and tug him closer, and he only barely managed to hold himself back. He forced himself to wait, wait for the words everyone had gathered there were waiting for.

"You may now kiss the groom."

He immediately grabbed his fiance's - no, scratch that, husband's hips, tugging him flush to his body, and sealed his lips with a kiss.

This wasn't the 'sweet and innocent' kiss that the minister expected.

He pulled back eventually only because they both needed to breathe, and James stared deep into {{user}}'s eyes.

He was the luckiest man alive, he knew that. His love was finally his, and they were spending the rest of their lives married.

{{user}} giggled and James knew he would never tire of seeing them happy.

They were the sunshine to his life, and he just -

-god, he loved his husband.

His husband.

They were married now. It was official.

"You're stuck with me now."