I didn't want to be his best man - 1. Chapter 1

I didn't want to be his best man. I wanted to be his man.

I didn't want to be his best friend. I wanted to be his boyfriend.

"Choose Drew, he's your brother, he should your best man." I told Cory sweetly sitting on his bed in our old pad, my smile masking the real reason. I pushed back my short straight brown hair and rubbing my goatee.

Best mans, bride maids dresses, cakes, halls, it was starting to sink in. Until now I always thought Cory and Tina were a just playing house. I hoped that she would leave.

"Your okay with that?" Cory asked.

He was never the smooth male model type, but he was good looking. At least to me. Bright blue eyes. Tiny brown curls. Great swimmer's like built, especially compared to my skinny body.

"Yea." I shirked. I couldn't be his best man. I couldn't stand there and watch the man who I loved become someone else's husband.

Cory put his arms around me. Damn I love his warm arms.

"You're the best person in world. I don't know what I would do without you." Cory squeezed me tighter. Damn he's strong.

"You're getting married…" I nuzzled my face in his neck.

"Yea, I know." He cheered still holding me.

"Don't we need to talk? About us?" I whimpered.

Cory said nothing just squeezed me tighter.

"Cory did you just hear me?"

"Please be my best man?" He said, "Josh, you're my best friend, please be my best man?" He nuzzled his face in my chest. Then he chuckled "We both know if Drew's the best man, he'll set something on fire."

Cory's hand moved down my back. He kissed my neck.

"Okay Cory, I'll do it."

That's Cory, always able to distract me. Always able to get me to forget all the serious issues.

We raised our heads to each other.

"Cory…" I started but Cory pressed his lips mine and slipped his tongue in my mouth. Damn it, I loved kissing him. We could talk later.

***

My eyes slightly opened to see 9:32 am in bright red letters. Cory was next do me doing the quiet snore I've grown to know. I grabbed my bed sheet and sank face into my pillow. I should be happy, lying here with the man I love holding me tight.

But of course I'm too jaded, too hard to please, I couldn't be ever happy. I was the twisted artisic poet that runs and chases. I looked back at Cory, at the peaceful look on his face. If we could stay like this forever, maybe I could be happy. But this couldn't be forever.

We hadn't had that talk I wanted. Cory spent the last week running around with Tina with wedding plans. The only time he spent with me was either bossing me around or fucking me. I usually wouldn't mind the second thing, hell usually I would have loved it. But I knew Cory was just using sex to get to shut me up. I turned to face Cory, he looked so happy and peaceful sleeping. My heart sank, thinking if this was going to be last time I would see him in the morning.

"Cor, why are you doing this do me?" I whispered.

"What?" he said still half sleep.

"Why are you marrying Tina?"

Cory took a deep breath, "Because that's how its suppose to be."

"Do you love her?"

"I love her, of course."

"Do you love me more?"

He was silent. Then he sat up, "We should be get going. We have a big day."

Either of us could ignore the elephant in the room.

Today was Cory's wedding day