White Wedding
by Noel Goddard
Original Pub. Date: November 1996
Summary: Sam and Al finally have their storybook ending or do they?


I was nervous, really nervous. I had passed the palm-sweating stage about 2 days ago. I was now in a full-blown panic with my stomach tied in knots and a barely controllable urge to curl up in the corner with a pillow and not move. Instead, I found myself staring into the full-length mirror across from the bed. My reflection stared back at me, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Suddenly, I was startled by knock on the room door. I cleared my throat and managed to find my voice, "Who is it?"

Tom's playful voice answered, "Hey, little brother. It's me. Open up!"

Even though I had been home from leaping for almost a year, I couldn't quite get used to Tom being alive. When I first leapt home, two people met me in the Waiting Room- Tom and Al. I was so glad to be able to see and touch Al again that I didn't notice Tom right away. I noticed him after a few minutes. Even though he was more than thirty years older than the last time I saw him, I knew it was Tom. I remember bursting into tears as Tom came up to hug me and greet me with a smile and his usual "Hey, little brother."

This time he came through the door looking particularly dashing in his Navy dress whites. He was a Colonel now and nearing his retirement. It turns out that after I saved Tom's life, Al came out of the Imaging Chamber to find Tom in the Control Room as Head of Security. Al told me that he eventually did confide in Tom about the original history and that Tom actually remembered those few days when his platoon mate, Magic, seemed somehow different.

Tom's voice boomed out again playfully, "Yo, earth to Sam. Are you still with me here?"

Tom had crossed the room and was standing by me in front of the mirror. He had his arm casually draped around my shoulder. Even I had to admit that we turned out to be a couple of good-looking men- him in his dress whites and me in my tuxedo. Tom had helped me pick out a simple, but classic Pierre Cardin tuxedo for the 'occasion'. Occasion is actually the understatement of the year.

Tom spoke again, "So, little brother, are you ready for your wedding day? You know it's not really as bad as it seems now. On my wedding day, I was a basket case pure and simple. But I seem to remember this punk little brother of mine coming telling me that everything was going to be okay because Lisa and I were meant to be together. You always were trying to fix everyone else's life even then." Tom smiled and laughed.

I smiled nervously and as I did, I saw the laugh lines appear around my eyes in the mirror. I was always relieved these days to see my own eyes in the mirror instead of the eyes of a stranger. I turned away from the mirror to look at Tom. "Tom, I don't think I'm going to make it through the ceremony without being sick."

"Sam, what are you so afraid of? You and Al love each other. I knew that from the moment that I saw you two together in the Waiting Room a year ago. You two have a bond that most couples will never have. I'm sure that you two will spend the rest of your lives making each other blissfully happy."

I smiled weakly, "That's why I made you the best man- to keep me in line. I know that I love Al, and I know that he loves me. You're right that we have an incredibly strong bond. I trust Al wholly and completely with everything that I am."

I paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "I guess I'm just a little nervous about having this wedding in front of mom, Katie, Jim, and all the people from work."

Tom scoffed and rumpled my hair playfully, "God, Sam. Everyone is so happy that you're home and that you and Al are together. No one is going to be judgmental of you two. And if they are, I'll kick 'em all the way back to New Mexico."

"That's not all Tom. I guess most of all I'm worried about what this ceremony really means and how it will effect our relationship. You know that neither Al nor I have had much luck with the whole marriage thing."

Tom shuffled his feet, "Sam, I know how much it hurt when Donna left you at the altar. I also know how much Al was hurt by Beth. I guess the way I look at it is that you two have been given each other as a kind of reward for all the good you've done."

A tear slowly made its way down my cheek as I reached out to hug my brother. After a big bear hug that lasted for nearly a minute, I spoke with new resolve. "Well, let's get this wedding on the road."


Tom and I descended the spiral staircase at the quaint bed and breakfast. Al and I had decided that we wanted to be married in the beautiful Colorado Rockies. We had found this very friendly little bed and breakfast in Manitou Springs near the spot that we had picked. We had rented all the rooms in the place to house all of our family and friends who had come for the wedding. Tom leaned in close as we went down the stairs to tell me that Al had already left for the wedding.

As we stepped off the bottom step, our mom came out from the parlor armed with her camera. "I just have to have a photo of my two handsome boys together."

Tom and I leaned in close together as she snapped photo after photo. Even though mom was in her late seventies, she was still in good health and had traveled out to Colorado from Hawaii to see the wedding. I told her that she didn't have to come, but she wouldn't hear of it.

Finally, Tom and I were rescued from her camera by Katie's husband, Jim, coming to drag all of us to the limousine. We stepped out the hotel into a gorgeous September day. The sun was shining, the sky was perfectly blue, and the temperature was a perfect 60 degrees. I think someone was watching out for our wedding.


The ride out to the wedding site was fairly uneventful. Al and I had chosen a picnic area right to a gorgeous lake nestled in the mountains. The decorations were simple- a few floral arrangements and some additional chairs. The musicians, made up of some old friends from my days as a music student, were already playing and entertaining the guests. As I looked out the window of the car, I saw Al standing stiffly in his tuxedo in front of the minister.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. Tom's eyes twinkled as he said, "You didn't really think that Al would show up in a normal tux did you?"

I continued to stare at the man that I loved. He was standing there in front of all of our friends in a full black tux and tails with a purple tux shirt and silver tie and cumberbund. It was definitely Al's style. I groaned inwardly at the thought of displaying our wedding photos for everyone to see.

Seeing that we had arrived, the brass group started the wedding march. Neither Al nor I had been able to stand the thought of using the traditional, "Here Comes the Bride". It just simply wasn't appropriate. We had spent hours upon hours listening to recordings of every brass piece imaginable to choose one that was just right. To put it simply, we were stumped until the day that Al caught me working at my desk and listening to one of my old John Williams and the Boston Pops recordings. Al walked in just as they began Williams' Liberty Fanfare. I remember the look of excitement on his face as he exclaimed, "That's it! That's what we've got to use for the march." To say I was dumbfounded would have been an understatement. "Al, that's a piece for an entire orchestra! Not to mention the fact that it's a little pretentious, don't you think?" Well, I lost that argument. I managed to find a brass only arrangement, and the sounds of it wafting through the mountain air into the car sounded good. Al was right; it was perfect.

Slowly, Katie's youngest daughter went down the makeshift aisle tossing flowers. I noted absently that the petals were blowing everywhere instead of staying in one place. Then I saw Katie and Jim come down the aisle behind her. Mom cast one last smile my direction and opened the car door. A cold blast of air came into the car as mom got out and headed down the aisle on Gooshie's arm. Tom leaned out of the car and looked up at the sky. I heard him whistle low and saw him shake his head slightly. I asked, "What?"

Tom put his hand on my arm, "I'm sure that it will hold off 'till after the ceremony. Gotta go!" Tom got out of the car and went to follow Al's friend Chip down the aisle. When Al was trying to choose a best man, he agonized over asking Chip. Chip, like Al, was a Navy Admiral. Al had resigned his commission as soon as I came home, so that the military wouldn't "meddle" in our lives any more. Chip however was still regulation military all the way, and Al was afraid that Chip would disapprove. Well, whatever he thought, Chip agreed to stand with Al and was now standing up at the front with Al, looking just a little uncomfortable. Who would've ever thought that there would be TWO naval officers in full dress whites at a decidedly non-traditional wedding?

Well, it was my turn now. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion all of a sudden. I got out of the car and began to march up the aisle. About halfway up the aisle, I felt the first flake. It landed on my nose and was very, very cold. No doubt about it; it was starting to snow on my wedding. I couldn't help but remember that someone had warned us about how changeable the weather was in Colorado. Guess they were right.

I reached the front and took my place next to Al. The snow began to fall harder, and the air was filled with a fine mist of snow.

The minister began, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two people, Samuel and Albert, in the bonds of holy matrimony." The minister's words were lost as I looked over into Al's eyes. His eyes seemed to be winking at me as if to say, "I ordered this snow just to make the day one serious kick in the butt."

Finally, the minister reached the part where Al and I had each written our own vows. Al began, "Sam, I am not an eloquent man. As you well know, I am a very direct man. So I'll get to the point today. You are the best co-worker, friend, partner, and lover that I have ever had in my life. I literally owe you my life several times over. If you hadn't rescued me from alcohol, I'm sure I wouldn't be alive today. Then you gave me the opportunity to be a part of the greatest adventure that man has known since I traveled in space so many years ago. Finally, you gave up your own safety at home to leap and save my life. For all these things and many more, I love you. I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of my life Sammy."

As he finished speaking, I saw a single tear slide down Al's cheek as he slipped the simple gold band onto my left hand. I took a deep breath, knowing that if I started to cry now, I'd never make it through my own vows.

The snow was coming down hard now. The ground around us was beginning to turn white, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guests beginning to huddle together to stay warm. None of that mattered though. I cleared my throat, looked into Al's eyes deeply, and began to recite my vows.

"Al, I stand before you today in awe and wonder that we have reached this place together. Even now, I remember our first meeting when you were pummeling that poor vending machine. I knew even then that you had a deep soul. You were that angry because of all of the other emotions that you felt and hadn't shared with anyone. I have considered myself so privileged over the years that you have shared all of those emotions and the depth of your soul with me. It is that depth of soul that gave you the strength to stand by me over the seven years that I was stuck leaping. It is that depth of soul that has allowed you to stand here today in front of all of our friends and declare your love. Looking towards our future, I know that you aren't a fan of sappy love songs, but I want to share this one with you today.

The world will turn and the seasons will change,
and all the lessons we will learn will be beautiful and strange.
We'll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs.
My only prayer is that you realize
you'll always be beautiful in my eyes.
(J. Kadison, "Beautiful in My Eyes", Joshuasongs, Seymour Glass Songs, 1992)

Al, on a more traditional note, I, Samuel, promise to love, honor, and cherish you all the days of my life, forsaking all others, until death do us part." I slipped the gold band encrusted with diamonds over Al's left ring finger. Now, I started to cry tears of joy.

After staring into each other's eyes for several moments, Al and I turned to face the minister as he said, " By the power vested in me by the Lord Almighty and the Unitarian Church, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss one another."

Before the minister had even finished the last sentence, Al had pulled me down into a long, passionate kiss. I pulled back more quickly than I would've normally liked out of embarrassment. Al and I turned to face our friends and family. I had just noticed that there was no music because the brass players had put away their instruments when it started to snow. That's when it happened.

I felt the first snowball smack me in the back of the head. As I turned to glare at the culprit (Tom of course), Al bent down and in one swift move, gathered a handful of snow, which he proceed to shove in my face.

You can imagine what happened next. That's right. An all out snowball fight ensued. Even my mom and Chip joined in. Before it was over, I had pinned Al to the ground rubbed his face in the snow as I straddled him. I then rolled him over underneath me and bent down and kissed him hard. We lay in the snow necking like a couple of college kids as the snowball fight wound down around us. When we finally came up for air a cheer went up from the guests. Tom came over and slapped me on the back, "C'mon little brother, let's go back to the hotel for the reception."


As you might imagine the reception was a blur, we were all soaking wet from the snow when we got back to the bed and breakfast. The owners greeted us at the door with lots of towels saying only "We thought you might need these."

I remember lots of champagne and music. The only specific event that stands out was the cutting of the wedding cake. Al and I had decided on going with chocolate cake with a strawberry filling and white chocolate icing. Perched on top of the cake were two little groom dolls. The woman at the bakery in Colorado Springs had looked at me so very strangely when I asked for a cake with two grooms on top. Well, Al and I cut the first slice of cake together. We had also agreed that I would serve him cake first. I don't remember why we decided that although I'm sure that we must have had a reason at the time. To this day, I don't know what came over me except to say simply: "The devil made me do it." I took the piece of cake and shoved it into Al's face. I then bent down and kissed him, cleaning the cake and frosting from around his mouth. After clearing his eyes, Al gave me that devil may care look of his, and I knew that I was in trouble. He took another piece of cake and began to move it towards my face. At the last moment, he grabbed the waistband of my tux pants and shoved the cake down into my pants. Our friends roared and I just stared at Al in a shocked fashion.

Al turned to face our guests and spoke, "Friends and family, Sam and I want to thank you for coming to celebrate this special occasion with us. Please continue to enjoy the cake and champagne. But," he continued looking like the cat that swallowed the canary," I think you'll have to excuse Sam and I for the night. I think I need to go help him clean up a bit, and it could take a while."

With that Al grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him out of the parlor and up the stairs. I heard laughter and cheers from everyone ringing behind us.


Once we reached our honeymoon suite, Al locked the door behind us as I looked around the room. The king size bed took up most of the room, and sitting next to the bed was a bottle of my favorite champagne chilling in ice. At the foot of the bed were two very large terrycloth robes, each embroidered with our respective names.

Al came up behind me and began to nibble on my neck. I leaned into his mouth, letting it caress each nook and cranny of the neck that was exposed above the collar of my tuxedo. Al turned me around roughly and kissed me deeply. His lips pressed into mine, and his insistent tongue pried my lips apart and began to probe my mouth. Responding, I opened my mouth wider, silently inviting Al to probe even deeper. Meanwhile, I ran my hands down Al's back and underneath the tails of his coat. I grabbed his firm ass with both hands.

Breathless, Al pulled back from our kiss. "I think I have a little cleaning up to do, don't you?" Al guided me gracefully over to the bed and laid me back on the bed. He straddled me on the bed and began to remove my clothes. First he removed my tux jacket, and then he turned around to remove my shoes and socks. While he was facing the other direction, I took the opportunity to caress his ass gently. Al moaned with pleasure as he hurried to untie my dress shoes.

Finally the shoes were gone, and Al was straddling me and facing me again. Without a word, he began to work on unbuttoning my shirt. I reached up to reciprocate the gesture and he stopped me, "No, Sam, not yet. There will be plenty of time for that later."

Once he had my shirt off, he began to run his hands up and down my chest ever so slowly. He would stop and play with the hair on my chest with one hand while he teased one of my hardening nipples with the other hand. As my pleasure grew, I began to audibly moan, hoping that would prod Al into further action.

It worked. Al's head bent over to my chest where he began to forcefully suck my nipples, first one, then the other. He also teased them with his tongue, flicking them back and forth. In response, I began to thrust my throbbing groin into his. I could tell from my thrusting that Al was as hard as I was. The small scientific part of my brain that still remained conscious noted that neither Al nor I would take long tonight.

Slowly, Al's tongue began to move down my chest in the midline. After what seemed to be an eternity, it reached my navel, where Al exquisitely traced the rim of my navel with his tongue before continuing southward.

Once he reached the top of my pants, Al lifted his head slightly and said simply, "These pants will just have to go." He ran his hand up my leg and onto my crotch where he stopped for a minute, just resting his hand on top of my hard erection. Then he continued up to the waistband, where Al undid the remaining buttons. Al then bent his mouth back to my waist. Carefully yet with vigor, Al began to unzip my fly with his teeth. I bucked with pleasure and thought that I might come right there.

Al sat up long enough to pull my pants off and then sat back to appraise the situation. The remains of the wedding cake were spread all over my groin. In my haste to get ready for the wedding ceremony, I had forgotten to wear underwear. I wish I could say it was deliberate, but it was just a simple case of distraction. Now, the look on Al's face as he contemplated what to do about the cake that was smeared all over my cock and balls was priceless. Al shook his head slowly, "Well, well, well. We're just gonna hafta clean you up kid. And I do mean up." He bent down again and began to lick the frosting from the inner aspect of my thigh. He moved up over my hip and onto the soft part of my stomach below my navel.

Meanwhile I had my fingers laced tightly into Al's hair and was wishing madly that I could feel and taste him. Instead, an electric shock went through my body as Al finally closed his mouth around my balls. He took both of my balls into his mouth simultaneously and began to lick the frosting off. The sensation was exquisite, but it was mixed with the pain of my extreme erection. I somehow managed to find my voice to beg, "Al, please finish me. Oh God. I don't think I can take it anymore!"

Al answered my plea my moving up and beginning to suck my cock with vigor. I thrust into his throat with a matching rhythm. Quickly, I felt my eyes roll back into my head as I lost all coherence. Finally, I felt an explosion of pleasure, and I shook with the spasms of my orgasm. Meanwhile, Al continued to suck me, swallowing all of the creamy white semen that I was shooting.

After what seemed to be the longest orgasm I could remember having, I lay motionless on the bed. I was still unable to speak or move. Al moved beside me in bed and kissed me gently. I could taste my saltiness on his lips. I moved my tongue to meet his, and together they probed our lips and teeth.

Finally, I pulled back and found my voice to speak, "Now, I suppose we should do something about getting you out of this tux." I looked, and Al had managed to divest himself of the jacket, tie and cumberbund, but he was still clad in his purple tux shirt and black pants.

Al grinned back at me somewhat sleepily and answered, "Yeah, I suppose I should hang these up before we hit the sack."

"What?!" I exclaimed, "You want to hit the sack? I think you still have a little unfinished business. Last time I checked you were hard as a rock!"

Al grinned from ear to ear, "Well, kid, you might want to check again because I came when you did. Your orgasm was enough to set me off too."

Sure enough my hand was greeted by a soft cock when I reached inside Al's pants.

Al reached and slowly pulled my hand back, "I gotta tell ya, kid, that I'm exhausted. How about we just snuggle and take a little nap, before we jump into the next round of our wedding night activities?"

I smiled back and caressed his hair instead, "Fine by me."

Al sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed and began to remove both his shirt and pants. I watched as he bared his body and crawled into bed with me. We curled up together; I always marveled at the way our bodies fit together. It was as if we were two halves of the same mold.

I giggled quietly to myself, "So, Al. How about that snow huh? I was planning on a nice fall wedding in the mountains." I continued in a more reprimanding tone, "NOT a snowball fight."

Al nuzzled his head further into my chest hair and replied, "Well, somebody certainly wanted us to have a wedding that we'd never forget."

I had a flash of inspiration, "Al, why don't we make sure that we never forget? Let's come back here every year for a snowball fight to celebrate our anniversary!"

Al replied sleepily, "Sounds like a plan to me Sammy. I love you."

"I love you too Al."

We lay curled up together and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the many years we'd have together to relive our white wedding.


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