Home Sweet Home
 

Harlan had been a little upset by the sudden letter from his parents. He'd only gotten free of them for a year, he didn't want to get married. But the choice had been too good to resist. Even now, his dick ached at the chance to live out his... perverse fantasies with his childhood best friend. And as his 'wife' wouldn't have much room to resist.

Micah flustered softly as the carriage brought him along. He'd been told point blank that he'd be marrying Harlan. He cared for the other male, so that wasn't the issue. What was was that he was to be Harlan's -wife- for political reasons. The gall!

Harlan had taken a seat and a moment to enjoy himself. He couldn't help it, he was so giddy. But he heard the carriage pull up. So he had to stuff his dick back in his pants, and look presentable. Weird way to keep things 'traditional', but if they had to call Micah his wife, that was fine with him.

Micah soon stepped out of the carriage, shooing the servants away from himself. He was a gorgeous young lad, with very soft features. His hair was long, currently tied back in a ponytail, and a gorgeous ginger red. His skin was freckled, head to toe, and very light in tone. His eyes were a bright green.

Currently dressed in standard male attire, to keep him comfy on the journey, he looked up, flushing as he saw Harlan.

Harlan smiled widely, seeing his friend. He'd managed to grow a few inches on Micah. His hair was shaggy and black, sitting nicely on his olive skin. Brown eyes sparkled under a fringe of bangs. "Micah," he greeted excitedly, arms wide. "Good to see you," he wrapped him in a hug, placing a kiss on each cheek.

Micah blushed bright, bright red at that, and hugged back gently. "H-Hi, Harlan." he said quietly.

Harlan grinned, pulling back. "Well come in, it must've been a long trip. He slid an arm around Micah's waist, tugging him gently inside. He was so excited to have this cutie to himself.

Micah opened his mouth to comment, but closed it, and followed him quietly.

Harlan brought him in. "I'll show you to the master badroom first. Get the lay off the house and all." He sort of wondered about what their parents had set up, with ceremonies and all. Should he get ready for a honeymoon?

Micah looked at him quietly as they walked, before finally speaking up. "Harlan, are you even gay?" he asked, his eyes full of hurt, and worry. "You're my friend, Har. You've always been my friend. But... Dammit I don't want this to destroy that."