Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2012 18:27:12 -0700
From: B.E. Kelley <hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Wedding Date Chapter 5

This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own
invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly
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The Wedding Date
Chapter 5

The next morning, Chandler slept late, at least late for him.  It was after
9:00am when he woke and discovered Hunter's bed was empty and had already
been made.  That was weird, thought Chandler, at home, Hunter never made
the bed, "what's the point, we're just going to sleep in it again tonight,"
he always reasoned.  After he dressed, Chandler went down to the kitchen
and found Janice, Mary and Hillary sitting around the table.

"Good morning sleepyhead," smiled Janice.

"Morning," Chandler replied.

"Would you like some breakfast?" asked Mary.

"Oh, I don't want to be any trouble," said Chandler.

"It's no trouble," said Mary, as she began to bustle about the kitchen.

"Where's Hunter?" asked Chandler.

"He went with dad and Harold," said Hillary, "they took all the guys
golfing."

"Oh, uh, is he mad?" Chandler asked, sheepishly.

"Of course not sweetheart, it was an accident, right?" asked Janice.

"Yeah, I didn't mean to, I felt terrible," Chandler admitted.

"Well, Hunter knows that, you know he can't stay mad at you," Janice
smiled, patting him on the hand.

"Thanks, that makes me feel better," said Chandler.

"That's so sweet," said Mary, from the stove, "the girls must just adore
you, most men are so insensitive."

"And he's such a cutie pie with these big green eyes and that voice, didn't
he just make you want to melt last night?" Janice asked.

"Mom, you guys are embarrassing him," Hillary giggled.

That was an understatement, Chandler was blushing redder then his Ferrari,
but at least he wasn't thinking about Hunter being upset with him, still,
he was determined to apologize as soon as he saw him.  The mother's stopped
picking on him and served him another hearty breakfast and then Chandler
began to contemplate the day.

"So if everyone else is out playing golf, what are we going to do all day?"
he asked.

"I wanted to take you over to the church, let you have some time to
rehearse there so you can get comfortable with the acoustics," said
Hillary.

"Great, let me wash up and we can get going," said Chandler.

Chandler washed his hands, grabbed his sunglasses and then went back to the
kitchen.  He expected to find Hillary waiting for him there but she had
other plans and he found her waiting, in the driver's seat of his car.

"Oh no, not again," said Chandler, "I'm driving."

"Please Chan, I promise I'll be good," Hillary pleaded.

She had her twin brother's sparkling blue eyes, she made the same sad puppy
dog face he did and, just like it did with Hunter, it got Hillary her way.

"Alright," Chandler sighed, "just be careful with it, ok?"

"Sure, get in," Hillary smiled.

Chandler rolled his eyes, cursed his inability to say no, and then hopped
into the passenger seat.  Hillary put the car in gear and slowly proceeded
down the long driveway.  When they came to the spot where the driveway met
the coast road, Hillary stopped and waited for the traffic to pass.

"Hey Chandler, you said this thing has a diplomatic plate, right?" asked
Hillary.

"Yeah, why?" he replied cautiously.

"So I can't get pulled over?" she asked.

"In theory," said Chandler, "shit, I shouldn't have said that, should I?"

Hillary laughed wickedly and as soon as there was an opening, she put her
foot to the floor and the Ferrari leapt out onto the road.  Hillary had the
car up to 60 miles an hour before Chandler even stopped screaming.  She
took him on a wild ride through town and by the time they arrived at the
church, Chandler practically had to be pried out of the car.

"Not funny, I am driving home," he stated.

"We'll see," Hillary winked, then led him inside.

The church was beautiful and Chandler found that the acoustics were perfect
for his voice.  A week after Hillary and Noah asked him to sing at their
wedding, Chandler met them for lunch and discussed a couple of songs.
Hillary wanted something romantic that reflected her love for her husband
to be and Chandler had just the thing.  Hillary trusted Chandler's
suggestion and as he sang in the church, she knew she'd made the right
choice, his voice soared and she knew that at the ceremony tomorrow,
everything was going to be beautiful.

Chandler rehearsed for a couple of hours and then he and Hillary went out
for lunch.  That was the end of the casual part of their day.  That night
would be the rehearsal with the entire wedding party, followed by the
rehearsal dinner and then the bachelor and bachelorette parties.  By the
time they returned to the Weston house, the golfers were back, but Chandler
couldn't find Hunter, or, for that matter, Krissy.

"Where's Hunter?" asked Chandler.

"He went for a walk down on the beach with Krissy," said Caleb.

"Oh, uh, excuse me for a moment," said Chandler.

"You're not going to go deck him again, are you?" asked Caleb, following
Chandler out the back door.

"That was an accident," said Hunter.

"Right, sure it was," Caleb smirked, "I think they went that way."

Chandler set of in the direction Caleb pointed.  Rather than stick to the
beach, he weaved his way through the woods along the coast, to conceal
himself from his prey.  It wasn't that he didn't trust Hunter, he didn't
trust Krissy and he didn't like the idea of his boyfriend being alone on
the beach with her.  He also didn't want to appear as though he didn't
trust Hunter so he thought a clandestine course would be more to his
advantage.  It took him a few minutes, but eventually he spotted Hunter and
Krissy, she had herself wrapped around his arm and was resting her head
against him.

"That dirty bitch," Chandler muttered to himself.

Chandler was desperate to hear what they were talking about but he was much
too far away and the roar of the waves would have blocked out their words
anyway.  He thought if he could get ahead of them, he might not be able to
read their lips but maybe he could figure out what they were talking about
from their body language.  Chandler kept his focus on the beach, when he
should have been watching where he was going.  He tripped over a tree root
and tumbled down a 6 foot ravine.

"Owe," Chandler moaned, as he lie there, covered in dirt, leaves and twigs
sticking out of his hair.

He wasn't hurt but the fall had knocked the wind out of him, and as he lie
there, trying to catch his breath, a curious skunk climbed right onto his
chest.

"Hey, beat it," said Chandler, he didn't want to scare the skunk, he just
wanted it to go away.

"Go on, shoo," said Chandler, waving his hand at the animal.

"Damn it, whatever happened to wild animals being afraid of humans," said
Chandler, exasperated by the skunk's interest in him.

The skunk started to move around, sniffing Chandler, investigating him.
Chandler had always been terribly ticklish and the animals little paws,
moving along his body, sent him into a fit of giggles.

"You wouldn't dare," Chandler threatened, just as the skunk turned, lifted
its tail and sprayed him in the face, than scurried off.

"I hate nature," said Chandler, then he picked himself up, brushed what
dirt he could from his clothes and headed back to the house.

The stench was overwhelming and he nearly threw up twice.  By the time he
walked back into the living room, Hunter and Krissy had returned and the
wild state of Chandler, combined with the overpowering stench, drew
everyone's attention to him.

"Chandler honey what happened to you?" asked Janice, as she walked over to
make sure he was ok, then came up short, "oh dear, what is that smell?"

"Jesus that stinks," said a member of the wedding party.

"Oh my God, how gross," said the maid of honor, as everyone tried to move
as far away from the smelly boy as they could.

"I know what that is, come on Chandler," said Hunter, covering his nose,
grabbing Chandler's arm and leading him outside.

Hunter led Chandler out behind the garage and had him wait there while he
went in and retrieved a large metal wash tub.

"Ok, take your clothes off," said Hunter.

"What, out here?" said Chandler.

"Well, you can't go back in Puppy, you reek," said Hunter, holding his nose
to emphasis the point.

Chandler slipped his clothes off, then stood there, shyly crossing his arms
over his chest.

"Why are you standing like that?" asked Hunter, "it's not like I haven't
seen you naked before."

"Yeah but not outside," said Chandler, "it's not you I'm worried about
seeing me, it's whoever might walk up, this is so embarrassing."

"Sorry Pup but it's about to get much worse," said Hunter.

Before Chandler could ask how, Hunter sprayed him down with the water hose.

"FUCK THAT'S COLD," Chandler exclaimed, through chattering teeth.

"I'm sorry, but I have to hose you down and get that smell off before you
can shower," Hunter explained.

He sprayed Chandler again, then filled the washtub with soap and cold
water.  Chandler got into the tub and there was never a more pathetic
sight.  Hunter went back into the garage and returned with an armful of
bottles.

"What's all that?" asked Chandler.

"Just baking soda and peroxide," said Hunter, "it won't hurt you but it'll
neutralize that smell."

Hunter dumped the chemicals into the tub, then helped Chandler wash.  It
would have felt good, sexy even, had it not been so cold.

"H-how did you k-know what chemicals to u-use?" asked Chandler, the water
was freezing, "I-I thought you're supposed to u-use tomato j-juice."

"Remember Millie?" asked Hunter, that was his old yellow lab, she'd died a
few years ago.

"Y-yeah," Chandler acknowledged.

"She liked to go out in the woods and play with skunks too, tomato juice
never worked and the vet recommended this," Hunter explained, "speaking of
which, what were you doing out in the woods anyway?"

"Uh, n-nothing," said Chandler, through his chattering teeth.

"Uh huh, right," said Hunter, "you're forgetting how well I know you,
Chandler Cross isn't the walk in the woods type, so what's up?"

"I,I was just s-stretching my l-legs," said Chandler.

"Chandler, were you spying on me and Krissy?" Hunter challenged.

"Uh," Chandler stuttered, but the way he looked down and away from Hunter
gave him away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," said Hunter, "Why are you acting like this?"

"Like w-what?" asked Chandler.

"Look, first you push her off the boat, then you clock me in the nose and
now you're spying on me and look what's happened to you," said Hunter, "why
is this girl bothering you so much?"

"I don't know, ok?" said Chandler, "I thought I could handle this, you
know, pretending we were straight for a few days but every time I turn
around she's all over you."

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean anything, I love you," said Hunter.

"I know and I love you and maybe that's why it hurts so much, I can't touch
you but she can, its bullshit," said Chandler.

"I know Puppy, that's why I didn't want to do this in the first place, to
hide who we are, but it's almost over, tomorrow night we can go home and
put this behind us," said Hunter.

"Ok, but can't you do anything to, I don't know, make her back off?"
Chandler pleaded.

"I've been trying, believe me I have, but she turns a deaf ear," said
Hunter, "I'll try harder."

"Ok," Chandler moaned, "can we go in now?"

"Let's see," said Hunter, moving in and sniffing Chandler's neck, "sorry
Pup, few more minutes."

When Chandler finally passed the smell test, Hunter helped him out of the
tub and wrapped a towel around him.  His heart went out to the shivering
boy who he loved so much and he took him in his arms.  Hunter ran his hands
all over Chandler's body, trying to warm him up.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Chandler whispered, "you know, about your
nose."

"It's ok, no harm done, besides, it was an accident, right?" asked Hunter.

"Yeah," said Chandler.

"I forgive you," Hunter smiled, then kissed him on the cheek, "now, let's
get you inside and into a hot shower before you catch a cold."

After his shower, Chandler started to feel human again and by the time he
got dressed and went back downstairs, he was able to laugh at his run in
with the skunk.  Sure he took some ribbing from the rest of the wedding
party, but he couldn't deny that it was deserved.  The wedding rehearsal
went exactly according to plan, Chandler didn't have much of a role, as
Hillary wanted to keep her song selection a secret, so he simply stood
where he was directed, when he was directed to.

The rehearsal dinner was fun, everyone was laughing and having a good time.
Chandler was still annoyed by Krissy's behavior but he traded several
reassuring glances with Hunter and that set him at ease. When dinner was
over, the parents returned to the Weston's house with the ladies, they
would be having the, rather tame, bachelorette party in the basement
recreation room, while the guys went to a local bar.  Chandler was waiting
in the restaurants lobby, with Caleb and the groomsmen, when Hunter walked
up to him.

"Hey Chan, can I barrow your car for a bit?" asked Hunter.

"Sure, what's up?" said Chandler.

"Krissy was in the bathroom when everyone left for mom and dad's," Hunter
sighed, clearly annoyed, "she needs a ride back."

"Oh, but you'll miss the party," said Chandler.

"Nah, I'll dump her off, then met up with you guys in town," Hunter
explained.

"Oh, ok then," said Chandler, as he reluctantly handed over his keys.

"Don't worry, I won't be long," said Hunter, flashing him a reassuring
smile.

Chandler watched his boyfriend get into the Ferrari with Krissy, the big
busted bimbo, and sighed.  Caleb walked over and clapped him on the back.

"Man, if I had a car like that, I'd never let anyone touch it," said Caleb.

"It's no big deal, it's insured," said Chandler.

"Still, that's a hot ride," said Caleb.

"Yeah, so anyway, where are we going?" asked Caleb.

"Right, come on, you can ride with us," said Caleb, "you guys are going to
love this place."

The normally reserved Chandler; was afraid that Caleb was taking them to a
strip club and was relieved when they pulled up in front of a regular bar.
It wasn't that Caleb hadn't looked, there just simply weren't any strip
clubs in a posh town like Newport, so he settled for the next best thing, a
bar holding a co-ed amateur strip night.  Noah and his buddies got a little
rowdy as they watched the show, listened to the music and drank beer after
beer.  Chandler wandered off by himself, took a set at the bar and wondered
where the hell Hunter was, he was taking his sweet time getting back.

"Hey man, what are you drinking?" asked Caleb, when he came over to get a
fresh drink.

"Cranberry juice," said Chandler.

"Cranberry juice, good one," Caleb snorted, as he reached for Chandler's
glass and took a sip, then spit it out, "holy shit, it is cranberry juice."

"I told you," said Chandler, "Did you give Hunter the name of this place?

"Yeah man, he called 20 minutes ago, said he wasn't coming," Caleb
explained.

"Oh, that's just great," said Chandler, wondering why Hunter hadn't called
him.

"Yeah," said Caleb, not sure how to interpret Chandler's reaction, "anyway,
it's a party, you can't drink cranberry juice."

"I don't know, the last time I drank I had the worst hangover," Chandler
explained.

"Don't worry, we won't let you over do it," Caleb assured him.

"Fuck it, why not?" said Chandler, he was pissed that Hunter hadn't called,
if he wanted to hang out with that tramp, that was his problem.

"That's more like it, bartender, set us up," said Caleb.

Over the next hour, Chandler got well and truly drunk, as did Caleb.  Caleb
was an experienced drinker and took it upon himself to educate Chandler in
the ways of the alcohol enthusiast.  Chandler tried drink after drink and
grew more and more inebriated.

"You know, I love you man, you're my best friend," Chandler slurred.

"Right back at you bro," chuckled Caleb.

"You wanna know something?" asked Chandler.

"Sure what's up," said Caleb.

"My parents, everyone is always kissing their ass I tell ya, well not me,
next time I talk to them I'm gonna tell'em, mom, dad," laughed Chandler.

"Mom and dad what?" asked Caleb.

"I don't know, but I'll think of something and it's gonna be Fuckin great,"
Chandler laughed again.

"Uh, hey guys, what's goin on?" asked Noah, joining them at the bar.

"Noah, how are ya?" asked Chandler, then he put his lips against Noah's
cheek, blew a wicked raspberry, laughed and dropped his head down on the
bar.

"Caleb, what the fuck man, I think you broke him," said Noah.

"He'll be fine, we were just getting shit faced," Caleb laughed.

"Yeah, but he's got to sing at my wedding tomorrow, if he's to hung over,
Hillary is going to kill you for getting him drunk and me for being friends
with you," said Noah.

"I'm not gonna sing," shouted Chandler, as he jumped out of his seat,
startling everyone around him, "I gotta dance."

Chandler bolted for the stage area, where the strip contest was being held.
He got in line and told the DJ the song he wanted to dance to.

"Chandler, I really don't think this is a good idea," Noah warned, "why
don't I take you back to the house."

"No way man, I gotta dance," said Chandler, as he shook his hips awkwardly,
working on his moves.

"This is gonna be awesome," laughed Caleb.

"Dickhead," said Noah, as he smacked Caleb on the back of the head, "you
need to talk him out of this."

"I can't do it dude, you heard the man, he's gotta dance," Caleb laughed
again.

Noah didn't know who was drunker, Chandler or Caleb.  He tried to talk
Chandler out of his plan but all to soon it was his turn. The DJ called
Chandler's name, or at least the stage name Chandler had given him.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for our next contestant, uh,
Spantanious Bootay!" said the DJ.

Chandler walked out on the small stage and it looked to Noah like he'd
finally had a moment's pause, he stood there like a deer caught in
headlights. The DJ started playing Chandler's selected song, Imma Be, by
the Black Eyed Peas.  He stood there, awkwardly for a moment, then started
a slow, poorly timed, incredibly awkward dance.

"Take your top off," shouted a drunk girl.

"Yeah man, show us your boobs," yelled some frat asshole.

"This is tragic," said Noah.

"Ha, yeah man, show us your boobs," Caleb laughed.

Chandler, for lack of a better idea, took his shirt off and threw it to
Noah.  The girls in the audience howled and whistled, Chandler may not have
been as buff as Hunter but that didn't mean he wasn't handsome.  His body
was shapely and toned; his stomach was hard and displayed a nice set of
abs.  Encouraged by the response, Chandler started to sway his hips and
shake his ass for the crowd; he slowly and seductively unbuttoned and
unzipped his shorts, letting them fall to his ankles.  He shook his tight
little butt for the ladies and was rewarded with a fresh round of catcalls.

"Ok, I know what you want," said Chandler, as he reached into his
boxerbriefs, "excuse me while I whip it out."

"Ok, that's it," said Noah, stepping on the stage and wrapping Chandler in
a bear hug so that he couldn't move his arms, "come on Chandler, shows
over."

"But Noah, they wanna see it," said Chandler.

"No, no let's leave the mouse in the house," said Noah.

"They wanna see it, it's good for them," Chandler argued.

"Damn it, will you help me with this," Noah shouted to Caleb.

"Alright, let's go dude, you put on a great show," Caleb laughed, pulling
up Chandler's shorts and helping Noah get him off the stage.

"I was just gonna give them a peek," said Chandler, as Caleb and Noah
helped him get dressed.

Noah rolled his eyes and Caleb burst into a fresh fit of giggles.

"Thanks for this Caleb, really what I needed the night before my wedding,"
Noah complained.

"Po noblem," Caleb slurred.

"Shit, you're just as tore up as he is," Noah exclaimed.

Everyone at the bachelor party had had a few drinks so getting them all
back to the hotel was a struggle.  Chandler didn't know how he got there
but when he woke in the morning, he was in bed with Caleb on one side and
Toby on the other.

"Oh Jesus, what the hell happened last night," said Chandler, as he shot
out of the bed.

"Relax, you just passed out," said Noah, who was seated at the small table
under the window.

"It feels like my head is going to explode," said Chandler, hanging his
head.

"I'm not surprised, you and Caleb got pretty wasted last night," said Noah.

"I'm so sorry, that's only the second time I've ever been drunk," said
Chandler.

"It's ok, in hindsight it was pretty funny," said Noah.

"What was funny?" asked Chandler.

"You mean you don't remember?" Noah chuckled.

"I don't remember anything after getting to the bar," Chandler explained.

"That's probably a good thing, you entered an amateur strip contest," Noah
giggled.

"Oh my God, how could you let me do that?" Chandler exclaimed.

"Let you? Ha, I couldn't stop you, I begged and pleaded with you but you
said you `had to dance,'" said Noah.

"Oh my God," said Chandler.

"Relax, it wasn't that bad, we stopped you before you whipped your dick
out," said Noah.

"Please tell me you're joking?" Chandler pleaded.

"You said that the ladies wanted to see it, that it was good for them,"
Noah smiled.

"Oh my God," Chandler repeated.

"Don't worry, like I said, we stopped you before you got the little guy
out," Noah laughed.

"Did Hunter ever show up?" Chandler asked, after he'd calmed down a little.

"No, he called me and said he wasn't going to make it," said Noah, "didn't
he call you, he said he was going to."

"I think I left my phone in the car," Chandler explained.

"Alright, well you want to go back to the house so you can shower and
change for the wedding?" asked Noah.

"Yeah, what am I doing here anyway?" asked Chandler.

"Well, I didn't think you'd want me to take you home in your condition last
night, I didn't want to you to embarrass yourself in front of all the
rents," Noah explained.

"Good call, thanks," Chandler blushed.

"Come on," Noah smiled, "I'll take you home."

Chandler got into Noah's rental car and after a quick stop so he could grab
a venti espresso, they headed back to the Weston's.  Bill, Janice, Harold
and Mary were having their coffee when the boys came in.

"What happened to you, you look like death warmed over," said Bill, when he
spotted Chandler.

"Someone got a little carried away with his alcohol last night," Noah
smiled, while the parents laughed.

"I'm never drinking again," Chandler groaned.

That only caused the gathered parents to laugh harder.

"Are you going to be ok to sing later?" asked Noah.

"Yeah, I'll be ok, I just need a shower," said Chandler.

"Alright, well make it quick, you slept late, I'm heading back to the
hotel, we've only got an hour before the photographer shows up," Noah
explained.

"Sure, no problem," Chandler assured him, as he turned toward the back
stairs.

Noah got to his car and found Chandler's wallet on the passenger seat, he
grabbed it and ran upstairs to return it to his friend.

Chandler's head still ached, the coffee helped but he was sure he wouldn't
feel human again until after he showered.  He walked into the room he
shared with Hunter and got the shock of his young life. There, in Hunter's
bed, lie his boyfriend and Krissy, she was even wearing Hunter's pajama
top.  It was like a dagger in Chandler's heart, it hurt worse than any
hangover ever could. Hunter and Krissy had been waking up when Chandler
walked in and they both shot up in bed when he opened the door.

"Chandler, I can explain," said Hunter, jumping out of bed.