Chapter 30: Husband, Lover, Always
The sun dipped into the ocean, painting the sky in hues of gold and lavender. Waves whispered against the shore. A string quartet played softly as guests rose to their feet.
Elliot stood at the altar in a dark tailored suit, nerves hidden behind the way he kept adjusting his cufflinks.
But the second Julian appeared, everything stilled.
He wore soft grey, his hair pushed back, a silver ring already glinting on his right hand. His eyes locked on Elliot, and nothing else existed.
No nerves. No past. Just him.
Julian walked down the aisle like he'd been walking toward this his whole life.
And Elliot?
He teared up.
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Their vows weren't perfect — but they were theirs.
Julian's voice trembled as he said, "You saw me when I couldn't see myself. You held me when I didn't want to be touched. You loved me when I was terrified to be loved. I promise I'll never run from that again."
Elliot wiped a tear, then whispered, "You taught me that love isn't control. It's trust. It's patience. It's holding someone through the dark, not locking them away from it. I vow to be your light, your calm, your chaos, your safe place."
The kiss was soft.
Then deep.
Then full of every moment that had brought them here.
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Later That Night
The hotel suite overlooked the ocean. The room smelled like roses and champagne. Their suit jackets were draped over a chair, ties undone, buttons half-loosened from earlier kisses.
Julian stood barefoot by the window, moonlight painting his skin in silver.
Elliot came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Married," he whispered into his neck.
Julian turned, eyes glowing. "Husband."
They kissed again — deeper this time.
The kind of kiss that made time blur. That pulled promises from breath.
Elliot lifted Julian gently and carried him to the bed, laying him down like he was sacred.
Tonight, there was no hesitation.
No need to ask.
But Elliot still did.
"Okay?"
Julian nodded. "Please."
They undressed each other slowly — reverent, trembling fingers, lips grazing every inch of revealed skin. There were sighs, laughter, a moan that turned into a whisper of Elliot's name.
They made love like it was both an ending and a beginning.
Bodies pressed together, heat building, mouths moving from collarbones to hips to gasps in the dark.
Julian arched into him, nails raking down Elliot's back. Elliot whispered love against his skin with every movement.
When they finally collapsed into each other, slick with sweat and laughter, Elliot kissed the top of Julian's head and murmured, "I'm going to love you like this every night."
Julian smiled sleepily, curling against him. "Forever starts now."
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Epilogue (Flash-forward)
Six months later.
Their apartment was filled with sunlight and the smell of pancakes. Julian was wearing Elliot's shirt again, barefoot, humming while flipping breakfast.
Elliot came up behind him, still groggy, and kissed his shoulder.
"No regrets?" Julian asked.
Elliot turned him around, kissed his ring finger.
"Not one."
They slow-danced in the kitchen, no music playing — just the sound of coffee brewing and two hearts beating in sync.
Because forever wasn't just a wedding day.
It was this.
This was love.
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The End.