Flynn waits at the alter. It's a hot day, and he feels like he's baking in the black suit that he wears. Various noises fill the air. The crash of waves on the shore, the chattering of excited wedding guests, the occasional call of a seagull. All Flynn could hear was the beating of his heart. He's always loved the beach, and he feels at home here. Flynn had insisted that they have their wedding there. Though his groom didn't want to get all sandy, and Flynn was forced to get married near the beach, instead of on it. Chairs were set up in front of a small gazebo that overlooked the sea. Pink roses dotted the area, as well as there being one in Flynn's lapel. Flynn's dog, Charmer, sits obedeitly next to him. Silver fabric drapes, well, any surface that it could be draped one. It was all beautiful, but Flynn wasn't interested in the little details.
After waiting for what feels like hours, but was probably minutes, Flynn feels uncomfortable. He fidgets both nervously and uncomefortably. It was not a little known fact that he hates suits. Slowly, he unbuttons his blazer, hoping no one would notice. They probably did. He waits. Soon enough, Flynn is feeling uncomfortable again. He loosens his scarlet tie greatly, and unbuttons the top couple of buttons on his dress shirt, and for extra messure he messes up his hair a bit. There. That's better. Now he was at ease.
The band starts up suddenly, making Flynn jump. Then a slow smile spreads across his face when he hears the song. Their song. A Celtic song called 'Circle of Life'. Flynn was idsappointed upon first listening to it, that it wasn't the one from The Lion King. Soon he'd see his groom, and soon after that they'd be happily married. After a a few agonizingly suspensful seconds, his groom rounds the corner.
Collins is looking fabulous as ever. He wears a white tuxedo to contrast Flynn's. His firey hair is styled perfectly. In his lapel is a pink rose matching his groom's, and they wear identical red ties.
Collins freezes when he sees how laid back and cauasl his groom looks. His eyes widen and flash with a "We will talk about this later" warning. Flynn grins innocently, and gives a small cheeky chuckle in response.
They keeped there eyes locked on each other as Collins makes his way down the aisle. A loving grin makes it's way onto Collins' face, despite Flynn's attire. Flynn laughs and grins back, knowing he'd won his lover over once again.
They exchange presonal vows, as well as the traditional. The rings they give each other have a celtic knots desing. Collins' choosing, of course. Flynn had wanted brass, like from Lord of the Rings. That idea had been shot down quickly. Altough their kiss was quick, it was probably the best either of them has ever had; just barely topping their first.
The newly wedded Taylor-Mckinnleys run down the aisle with hands firmly locked together. An instrumental version of their song, 'Forever Yours' plays and Flynn drags Collins away.
The reception was wonderful.
A shining ballroom, draped with scarlett and salmon swags with flowers in veiw no matter where you were to look. About ten circular tables line a dance floor, most of them not completely filled. For dinner, Collins and Flynn had planned for each of their favorites. Sushi for Collins. Macaroni and cheese for Flynn.
Once the dinner is cleared, the two men make their way to the dance floor. Flynn had argued that no one wanted to just watch them dance, but of course Collins had his way. The song was 'Lessons in Love'. Not too slow, but not a real dancing song either. They were both happy with it.
As others step up to dance when the song ends, Flynn makes his way towards the bar. Not that he wasn't happy, he just knew that Collins would want to talk to people. Flynn didn't much care for that.
Soon enough, Collins finds Flynn and takes him around the floor. They chat with various relatives and freinds. Every time Flynn picks up a new drink, Collins takes it away and sets it on a table.
After a long time, a few dances, and less drinks than he would like, Flynn persaudes Collins to take a walk on the beach.
Flynn still doesn't get to take his shoes off, but he's happy enough. The waves crash gently to their right, and the moon grins at them in a sliver. They chat about little things, how the wedding went, the honeymoon. Not once does Collins bring up how Flynn is dressed.
They stay out there laughing and enjoying themselves longer than they had thought. By the time they're back inside, the reception is almost over. Flynn gets one last drink, this time without his husbands protests. After saying their last goodbyes, they make their way home to pack for their honeymoon. Neither had stopped smiling since 'I do'.
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