About The Wedding Party

by J.J. Massa
16 pages / 5000 words
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Benjamin meets Grier at his boss' wedding. Grier is all sorts of amazing: Australian, hot, his boss' old college roommate. Grier is footing the bill for his old friend's beach getaway wedding, and he's not expecting to find Benjamin, but once he does, he takes full advantage of the situation. Will Grier just have a fling and leave Benjamin with nothing?

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The place was a zoo. Ryan, the eventual groom, and his nineteen year old brother Scott were arguing loudly downstairs about whether or not Scott would be welcome to stay the week. He was to be an usher at the wedding, though not one of the groomsmen.

Benjamin was just grateful to be included, and at first, he wasn’t even sure about that. He was the youngest of the ‘official’ wedding party at twenty-two years old. Official in this case meaning he was to be paired up with one of the bride’s attendants. Scott, no doubt, would wear a tuxedo and be included in the photos.

Ben heard Ryan’s father enter the fray downstairs, along with Jason, Ryan’s business partner and another groomsman. Finally, a smooth, musical voice cut through the din, Grier Tate, Ryan’s best man. Grier was the benefactor of this little beach getaway. His wedding gift to Ryan and Leah was to rent two houses on the beach, a block apart, for each contingent.

When Ryan had made introductions earlier, Ben couldn’t help but be impressed with his boss’s old college roommate. 

“’ello there.”

Ben jumped straight up. “Oh, god, you scared me, Mr. Grier!” He looked at the tall man in the doorway. Burnished gold hair, bronzed skin, well built—Ben felt like a kid next to him.

“Hey! None of that! Call me Grier. Looks like we’re gonna be roomies,” he grinned stepping into the room.

“Oh.” Ben was surprised. “I thought you were bunking with Ryan?”

“No, it looks like his little brother will be staying with him. Jason’ll be bunking with Ryan’s dad.” The taller man tipped a wink at him. “I think I’ll enjoy rooming with you more. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh, uh, no, of course not,” Ben stammered. “I’m sure it’ll be fine! You can have the bigger bed—I was gonna give it to Jason, anyway. You’re both bigger and taller than me.”

He didn’t know why he was so confused, or why Grier thought staying with him would be more fun than rooming with his longtime friend, but Ben smiled weakly. Something about the big man made him feel odd—hot, tingly. He refused to consider it too closely.

“Well, thanks, Ben. That’s right nice of you, mate. You coming down to the beach?” Grier asked, looking over his shoulder as he pulled off his shirt.

Ben’s mouth went dry at the banquet of burnished skin and sculpted muscle. He forced himself to look away.

“Um, yeah,” he managed after a few swallows.

Oh, boy, was he in trouble or what?