Page 62 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)
Will
We had an enjoyable day, greeting guests as they arrived, playing volleyball, canoeing in the pond on the property.
Some of our guests fished in the pond, and the lodge cooked their fish for them, so they could eat what they caught.
Razor decided Matty and Davy should fish, which means I ate a few bites of Davy’s fish once it was cooked, and it was surprisingly good.
I changed out the huge purple plug for a smaller stainless one with a skinny neck after breakfast, but I replaced that one with the three pound plug with a skinny neck when we dressed for the ceremony.
Davy was going to be nice and tight for me to consummate our commitment ceremony after the reception.
Also, this one was quite large on the inside, so he wasn’t likely to forget his Master and Sir owned his ass the rest of the evening.
I also surprised him with new jewelry for his dick.
And then, finally, came the wedding ceremony, the reason we were all here. How did we end up with over seventy guests?
Seventy-two people we were comfortable hearing us say our vows to each other, seeing us commit together as a throuple. People we trusted not to tell the public, or share any pictures.
Micca wanted a simple ceremony. Just the three of us and the minister, who it turns out was freaking Jupiter. He’d told Nathan he’d love to be the one to join us all together, and he has an identity who happens to be an ordained minister, so it was completely legal.
The point is, we didn’t have people standing with us. No best men, no maids of honor. I had Micca’s ring in my right pocket, and Davy’s in my left. The seamstress had made a tiny little pocket inside the bodice of Micca’s dress, big enough to stow my ring away and easy to get to.
And so, Davy and I stood at the back of our guests, who were seated in chairs on what the lodge called the Ceremony Lawn, and I hugged him.
“I love you, boy. You ready to do this?”
“I’ve never been more ready for anything, Master.”
Our tuxedos were made of the same material, but I wore a long jacket while his was short.
Mine was closer to the Master of a manor a century or more ago, and his was more like the livery a butler might wear.
The cuts flattered both of our body types and fit us both perfectly — not just our physical bodies, but our personalities and our style.
I walked down the aisle first, followed by Davy.
We turned to face our guests, and Davy took two steps to the side, so I was in the center by myself, looking down the aisle formed between the chairs assembled on the Ceremony Lawn.
The area we stood on was a rock-lined patio on the edge of a cliff, and I’d paid people to make absolutely certain we’d be saying our vows to each other while the sun was most likely to be throwing out a brilliant sunset.
We knew how long Jupiter’s part of the ceremony would take, but even more, Jupiter assured us he would be certain the sky was as beautiful as it would ever be, and I had no reason not to believe the leader of several pantheons.
When Micca came out of her tent and walked her way down the aisle, I’d never been more in love with her. None of us had seen her dress, or even been given clues about the style she’d chosen.
The dress hugged every luscious, gorgeous, sexy curve and then flowed out wide at her feet, and even wider behind her, streaming out and back in a long train.
Matty straightened it out behind her before she began her walk down the aisle, and then Matty disappeared off to the side.
He fixed it again once she stopped and faced me, and then disappeared again.
Later, I saw him sitting with Razor, but he managed to do it so no one noticed him slinking into the audience.
Once Micca was in place at my side, we turned to face each other, and I could see the colors forming in the sky off to my right.
Davy moved to us and kneeled on a cushion so he could look up and watch the ceremony from inches away, his back to the audience.
“Welcome!” Jupiter said from off to our side, and he spoke as he walked to us.
“We are here this evening to celebrate the love that William Ezekiel Bryant, Miccalena Francesca Barone, and David Elijah Jones have for each other, and to recognize and witness their decision to journey forward in their lives together.
We are here to witness the marriage of Will and Micca, and their commitment to Davy, their boy.
I’d always told everyone Will is short for Wilsin, but that isn’t entirely true.
It’s the name I use now, but legally, my parents named me William, and Jupiter had insisted on using my true, legal, original name for this.
He’d explained his reasoning, and it made sense, a way to tie the person I’d been born as to this moment in my life.
Also, he stressed that this ceremony required full honesty.
And then I’d had to admit he was correct that I no longer needed to try to be more worldly, trying to separate myself from my Appalachian roots.
I am who I am, the mountain child who’d gone out into the world and made a name for himself.
He would use our normal, everyday names during parts of the ceremony, as well my Lord Byron Wilsin stage name, because he wanted to tie everything together and have all the right energies present during what he called a convergent, intersectional moment in our lives.
“A good marriage,” Jupiter continued, “takes patience, dedication, humor, and forgiveness, and I've personally recognized all these qualities from these three. They are uniquely devoted to each other, creating their very own relationship, one that fits them perfectly.
“If you're here to witness these two ceremonies today, it means you're special to this little family, and that you accept their unconventional relationship.
It means you understand all the reasons to celebrate the happiness and joy at the union of these three people.
Today, they have come before us to publicly affirm their love; to promise to nurture themselves, each other, and this union.
They do so knowing that marriage and a similar commitment is amongst the most tender yet challenging of all relations in life.
“Fully committed love makes us braver, it allows us to go forth into the world knowing the shelter of someone’s love awaits us at day’s end.
And yet, we are most vulnerable when we love unconditionally.
True love gives us a sweetness beyond any we've ever tasted, a treasure beyond any measure of value we've ever known.
“And now for the marriage ceremony between Will and Micca. They've written vows, which they will now share, along with rings to cement their promises.”
Jupiter stepped to the side and I caught the full beauty of the sky — reds, oranges, brilliant pinks and purples, and a zillion blends, the colors screaming across the heavens in radiant magnificence.
The most beautiful sunset I’d ever seen.
I didn’t know he was going to step away for this part, but I was so glad he did.
The pictures and video were going to be staggeringly beautiful.
Which meant I needed to move things along, so we’d have the same sky once Davy stood.
I looked into the face of the woman I love and told her, “I vow to create a space where we can all thrive, where our individual needs are met, and where we can grow together.
I promise to share the world with you, to taste every pleasure, to be your partner in life, your confidante.
I promise to love and cherish you, to support you in all life's ups and down, through the good times and the bad, always and forever.”
I pulled the ring from my right pocket, reached for her left hand, and slid the ring onto her finger. “With this ring, I commit these promises to you.”
She smiled and told me, “I promise to keep honesty, trust, and love as the foundation of our relationship. To share my joys and sorrows with you, and to support you in all your endeavors. You’ve taught me the heart can hold an infinite amount of love, and that there are infinite kinds of love.
I love you completely, and I can't believe I get to spend my life with you and our boy. I'm the luckiest girl, ever.”
She reached to the top of her bodice and retrieved my ring. I offered my left hand to her, and she slid the ring onto my finger while saying, “With this ring, I commit these promises to you.”
Jupiter stepped back to us and said, “Do you, Will, take Micca as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Micca, take Will as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish for as long as you both shall live?
“I do.”
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I leaned Micca back and kissed her with the thought that this was the first kiss to walk forward into the rest of our lives, and my Micca didn’t disappoint me, battling for power with our tongues while she gave over her body to me, trusting me to hold her up, relaxed in my arms.
When I finally let her stand again, the audience burst into applause. Or maybe they’d been clapping all along and I hadn’t noticed.
I motioned for Davy to stand, and he did so. I grasped his right hand with my left, and Micca grasped his left hand with her right, so we formed a semi-circle, open to Jupiter.
“And now we begin the wedded couple’s commitment ceremony with their boy, Davy, and his commitment to them. They have again written their own vows, and will exchange rings.”
I let go of Davy’s hand and turned a tiny bit, so I faced him.
“I vow to create a space where we can all thrive, where our individual needs are met, and where we can grow together.
I promise to share the world with you, to taste every pleasure, to be your confidante.
I promise to love and cherish you, to support you in all life's ups and down, through the good times and the bad.
I vow to protect you, lead you, guide you, to set boundaries, and to love you unconditionally, always and forever.
I pulled his ring from my left pocket and slid it onto his finger. “With this ring, I commit these promises to you.”
“I accept the ring from my Master as one would a collar. I promise to surrender my will to yours, to trust in your guidance, to find joy in your pleasure, to always be honest with you, to hide nothing of myself, and to love you unconditionally, always and forever.”
I offered the back of my left hand to him, and he leaned forward and kissed my ring. A way to tie him into the ring ceremony Micca and I had just performed.
Davy turned more towards Micca, who faced him and said, “I promise to keep honesty, trust, and love as the foundation of our relationship. To share my joys and sorrows with you, and to support you in all your outside, permitted endeavors. You’ve taught me the heart can hold an infinite amount of love, and that there are infinite kinds of love.
I love you completely, and I vow to protect you, lead you, guide you, to set boundaries, and to love you unconditionally, always and forever. ”
Micca lifted Davy's hand and turned the ring in a circle around his finger. “Same ring, same commitment, dear Davy.”
“I accept the ring from my Sir as one would a collar. I promise to surrender my will to yours, to trust in your guidance, to find joy in your pleasure, to always be honest with you, to hide nothing of myself, and to love you unconditionally, always and forever.”
Micca offered her hand, and Davy leaned in to kiss her ring from me.
Jupiter stepped between us and the still blazing sunset and said, “William Ezekiel Bryant, Miccalena Francesca Barone, and David Elijah Jones, with these vows and rings, you commit to choosing each other every day to love, support, grow and celebrate with. Promises, vows, with the infinite circles of titanium rings as a symbol of your union and the commitments you have made to each other, you may now kiss!”
He stepped away again as Micca kissed Davy and then handed him over to me, and I bent my boy over backwards and kissed him in much the same way as I’d kissed Micca.
When I let him up, I gave Micca a quick kiss on the lips, and Jupiter said from the side, “I present to you, Lord Byron Wilsin and family!”
The recessional music started, and the three of us made our way between the aisles and then off to have our pictures made.
We’d start on the Sunset Lawn, with hopefully still some colors in the sky, and then we’d make our way to a few places on the property with lighting already set up, so we could get good shots of the three of us.
There would be photographers at the reception as well, to get pictures of us with friends.
Micca’s parents wanted some pictures with their daughter before the reception, too, which was fine.
I liked her parents, and I was glad Micca had a good relationship with them.
I also appreciated that they were close to Matty, and that they’d given him some much-needed adult approval as a teen, when his own parents weren’t exactly supportive of their gay son.