"Renewing vows," Rodney scoffed. "Why do they have to renew them - did they fade? Did one of them break them?"

John put his hand over Rodney's mouth. "Do not let your sister hear you say that. Best Man or not, she'll kill you where you stand."

Rodney narrowed his eyes and John moved his hand. "I don't know why Jeannie has to have a Best Man while the English major has a Maid of Honor."

John straightened Rodney's tie and smiled. "Matron of Honor, Rodney - and it's his Mom; his father's dead."

Rodney sighed. "Fine," he said. "Hey, what are you doing?"

The hands straightening Rodney's tie had moved down to his jacket, slipping the button open, then sliding down to his belt, John's nimble fingers unbuckling it quickly.

"I'm taking your pants off so I can suck your cock," John said, matter-of-fact.

Rodney's hands stroked John's hair. "Really?"

"Yes, really." John got the pants down and tapped Rodney's leg. Finally getting it, Rodney slipped off his shoes and let John strip the pants off and hang them carefully over a chair. He moved in close to whisper into Rodney's ear. "What I'd really like to do is bend you over this chair and rim you, but you make so much noise that everyone would know exactly what was going on."

Rodney's breath hitched. He knew it was true. John slid to his knees and stripped Rodney's boxers off. He wrapped his hand around the base of Rodney's cock and started sucking the head lightly.

"John, we don't have time," Rodney whispered urgently.

John looked up at him and smiled, then sucked Rodney's cock down as far as he could. Rodney stifled a groan when he saw John press two fingers in beside Rodney's cock, getting them wet. He knew that if John pushed his fingers in - two together, exactly the way Rodney liked it - he was going to come fast and hard.

Rodney spread his legs, and John moved his wet fingers into position, the tips tracing around the edges of Rodney's hole. When the fingers went in, one fast push that stretched Rodney's ass and made him jump at the sudden pressure, he came hard in John's mouth.

Rodney bit down on the low moans that wanted to come out of his mouth, and he could feel John moaning around his mouthful of cock, his face buried in Rodney's belly.

After a moment, John pulled off and stood up, licking his lips. Rodney kissed him, chasing the taste of his own come in John's mouth.

They pulled apart at a knock on the door. "Dr. McKay? We're ready for you." It was the wedding planner, one of Jeannie's crunchy-granola, earth-mother friends.

"One minute," Rodney said, hopping into his pants, John bracing his shoulder.

Rodney got himself put together and straightened his tie. He could see the bulge in John's pants as he pulled on and buttoned his own jacket. "What about that?" Rodney asked.

"Oh, don't worry about me," John said, giving Rodney the smile that showed his teeth and made the lines at the sides of his eyes crinkle. "Once this is over, I'll take you back to the hotel and we'll see who's really the best man."