I stood in a little room while my father re-did my tie for the third time. Mom was standing beside us giving him directions and telling him that he was doing it all wrong. I could see the anger on his face increase every time that she spoke. He had only been tying his own tie every day for the past 30-some years. All I could do was smile as they bickered over the piece of cloth that was strung around my neck.

The events of the past year ran through my head for the hundredth time today as dad worked on my tie. Everything from meeting Robbie for the first time, to spending our last night together before our wedding. The two of us had been through more together in the past 12 months than I had experienced in all of my life. Shortly after introducing me to his parents, Robbie drove me to my parent's place on Long Island. I was completely shocked when my parents not only accepted it, they were totally expecting it. I guess everyone knew that I was into guys way before I was.

In lieu of having separate bachelor parties, we decided to have a get together for both of us and our closest friends. I let Robbie handle all of the arrangements since I wasn't really into partying that much to begin with. Ironically, we ended up at the same club that we were both at that one fateful night almost a year ago. This time though, I actually had a good time and enjoyed dancing with my fiancé.

The reality of this moment all came crashing back to me when my dad tightened the tie around my neck. All the tension that I had before flooded back over me like a tidal wave. It wasn't the thought of marrying Robbie that scared me. It was the thought of standing in front of both of our families and the other guests for the ceremony. I think I would have been much more comfortable if we had eloped as I wanted. Of course, both of our families had insisted that we had a proper wedding. Well, at least as proper as two guys could get married in New York City.

My father asked, "Well, how's that?"

He stepped off the side and my mother took his place in front of me. After scrutinizing every part of the knot, she put her hands on the sides of my arms. "Yes, it's perfect. My baby is going to look so good up there."

"Mom, please..."

Just then the music from the organ started on the other side of the door. I think that my heart literally stopped beating for a second. Mom gave me hug and kiss on the cheek before backing away again.

She said, "I guess it's time to take my seat. I love you!"

"I love you too."

Right after she shut the door my dad said, "Well, now that she's done suffocating us, let's get you married."

I started laughing as I followed my dad out the door and walked to the spot where we were to wait. I didn't realize exactly how nervous I really was until my dad grabbed my shoulder.

I turned and looked at him as he said, "Tyler, just concentrate on your soon to be husband. Nothing else matters right now except for this moment with him."

The procession song started playing and my dad linked our arms at the elbows. I followed his lead as we rounded the corner and the ballroom opened up in front of us. At first, I was overwhelmed by the room full of people. Then, my eyes settled on the man standing in the middle of the altar. My fiancé looked sharp in his sheer black tux. Even from a distance, I could see the loving look on his face.

I glanced around the ballroom again and noticed that everyone was looking at me. I didn't even know who most of these people were. As my chest started to tighten and the anxiety washed over me, I looked back to my fiancé. I kept my eyes locked on him and ignored everyone else in the room. I gazed at the gorgeous man waiting for me ahead as I matched my dad's movements walking down the aisle. When we reached the altar, my father kissed my cheek before taking his place at my side.

To be honest, most of the ceremony was a complete blur. I watched the priest move his lips, but I really wasn't paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth. I was entirely too busy trying not to hyperventilate. That was all fine up until the point came for us to exchange our vowels. We had decided to write our own for each other and for the life of me right now I couldn't remember a word.

Robbie and I faced each other and he took my hands into his. I was trying to relax, but all I could do was stare into his blue eyes. "Tyler, I knew that there was something special about you since the first time that I saw you. Now, here I am asking you to spend the rest of your life besides me. I will follow wherever you go, hold you while you sleep, and carry you when things get rough. Tyler, will you be my husband, my permanent partner in life?"

I nodded back at film while a tear ran down my cheek. "Yes."

Robbie let go of my left hand and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the simple blue titanium band and slid it onto my ring finger. Still holding onto my left hand, he released my right hand. He reached up to my face and brushed the tears away with his thumb. It was taking everything I had right now not to just break down completely. And to top this moment off, now it was my turn. He held both of my hands again as I gathered the strength to do this.

I swallowed the snot that was now running down the back of my throat. I still couldn't remember what I wrote word for word, so I decided to wing it. "Robbie, you complete me in ways that I didn't think were possible. Like a pair of separated drumsticks that found their way back together." Robbie smiled at me and squeezed my hand. "I promise to stay by your side through thick and thin. To be yours and yours alone for the rest of my life. Robbie, will you be my husband?"

He replied, "Yes Tyler, I will."

Now it was my turn to let go of his left hand and reach into my pocket. After finding the bigger version of my band, I pulled it out of my pocket. I slid the ring onto Robbie's finger, still holding his hand once it was in place. Both of us stared into each other's eyes and smiled.

The priest said, "By the powers vested to me by the State of New York, I pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss your partner."

Robbie pulled me into him as he closed the distance between us. As soon as our lips connected, I melted into my husband. My father was right, nothing mattered right now except for the two of us. Of course, that was up until I heard the crowd clapping and cheering for the two of us. After breaking off the kiss, we turned and faced everyone while still holding hands. There were flashes from the cameras and phones taking pictures of us. The wedding photographer was on a knee in the aisle snapping away. I turned my head to the side and looked at Jess, my self proclaimed maid of honor. She was in tears as she clapped her hands for us. I smiled at her and mouthed a 'thank you.' She nodded back in return and I turned my attention back to my baby.

Following Robbie's lead, we walked down the alter's three stairs. At the bottom, Robbie did something that was never discussed in the rehearsal. He bent down and grabbed me under my knees and lower back. He picked me up in one quick move as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Robbie walked down the aisle holding me in his strong arms. I heard gasps and people sobbing as I stared at my now husband. He had his signature badass grin on his face with his eyes facing straight ahead the whole time. I wasn't sure what it was, but he looked even sexier than normal. Maybe it had something to do with the rings that now decorated our fingers.

We left everyone in the ballroom behind has he carried me out of the room and across the grand foyer. I sure that there were guests and staff staring at us, but I didn't care. Robbie was definitely on a mission, not stopping until we reached the elevators. I let go of his shoulder long enough to reach out and push the 'up' button. After the brief wait, the doors opened and we stepped inside. I pushed the button for the top floor and the doors closed in front of us. Robbie turned his head toward me and connected his lips with mine. The kiss was very passionate and didn't end until the doors opened again. Robbie carried me the rest of the way down the hallway until we reached our suite. I pulled the keycard out of my pocket and put it in the slot. The lock beeped and I pushed the handle down. Robbie turned me to start opening the door before using his body to get us the rest of the way in. He carried me directly to the bedroom as the door slammed shut behind us. As if it wasn't clear before, I knew exactly what my husband had in mind.

Robbie stopped right in front of the bed and laid me down on top of the comforter. He quickly crawled on top of me, straddling me with his arms and legs. He started to kiss me again, only this time with a lot more passion. As his tongue grazed across the front of my lips, his hands started unbuttoning my shirt. With my bare chest fully exposed, Robbie ran his fingertips down my now bare torso. They lingered over my stomach before following the hairs below my bellybutton to my belt. His hands made quick work of my belt, button, and fly. Only my trunk underwear now contained my raging hard-on. Robbie pulled my pants off my skinny legs right along with my shoes and socks.

He stopped there and lifted his body up away from mine. I watched as Robbie took off his coat before unbuttoning his dress shirt. I actually felt my dick twitch in my undies as he exposed his torso. After his shirt joined his jacket on the bed beside us, Robbie undid his pants. He took his pants and underwear off at the same time. Soon they were followed by his shoes and socks.

Now my husband was fully nude and hovering over me again. He kissed me briefly on the lips before his mouth moved to my jaw and the side of my neck. Robbie slowly kissed his way down my chest, stopping briefly at my nipples. He gently bit and sucked on each one, making me quiver into the mattress. After both of my nipples were hard and tender, Robbie kissed his way down the middle of my abs. I could feel his tongue grazing against my skin along the way. When he reached my belly button, he stopped and swirled his tongue around the inside of it. The sensation was so intense that I inadvertently arched my back, pushing my stomach into his face.

Of course, his journey didn't stop there. Robbie kissed every inch of my happy trail right to the point where my undies covered the rest. I wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do next. Needless to say that I was shocked when he used his teeth to grab the waistband and pull them down. My throbbing cock finally slipped free of the fabric restraining it. Robbie released the band of my undies below my balls.

Now Robbie started working his way back up my body. Only this time, he took each of my boys into his mouth and ran his tongue over my sac. When he was satisfied with his work on my nuts, he ran his tongue from the base of my shaft to the head. Robbie's tongue swirled around the head and over my abdomen, licking up my leaking juices. I was so engulfed in the moment that I was caught off guard when he wrapped his lips around the head. Robbie pulled my dick away from my abdomen as his mouth swallowed me to the hilt.

Putting one hand behind my head, I guided the other to the back of Robbie's neck. I kept a tight grip on his neck while caressing the skin with my thumb. My hand stayed there until he came up for air and grabbed the back of my thighs. He pushed my legs up until my knees were touching my chest. His mouth found my pucker and he assaulted my bud with his tongue. Robbie was driving me to the point that I couldn't take it any longer. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. I got the bottle as close to Robbie as I could and he took it out of my hand. At this point, I was so focused on the sensations that he was giving me that I wasn't paying attention to anything else.

I was almost shocked when he thrust his rod into my hole. He had fucked me many times before, but not like this. Somehow, it felt completely different this time. The way his hips moved and the way his lips kissed the side of my neck seemed completely foreign to me. It was as if my man was making love to me for the first time all over again. This time though, it meant more to me than any other time that we've made love before. Tonight, he was making love to his husband. Tonight, Robbie was making love to his man. Just like the two drumsticks that were separated a long time ago, we were once again joined back together. Our mismatched match was one, once again.