Little Sullivan

*Brian’s POV*

I woke up the following morning to the sound of loud snoring real close to me. There was a skinny ass tattooed covered arm, wrapped around my waist. The old horror film images in the arm, helped me identify which one of the guys was a little too close to me, Johnny.

I turned my head to face the little shit, catching his terrible morning breath. I began to gag a little and pushed Johnny away from my side of the bed.

Letting out a yawn, I checked the time on my watch, showing it was barely eight in the morning, I had only about seven hours until my wedding and seven more hours until Gwen will become my wife.

This day wasn’t just my wedding day, but it’s also Johnny’s birthday. Gwen let me pick the date for our wedding and I originally picked November eleven, but when I went to confirmed it, there was a big mistake made by the person who attended us and scheduled the wedding reception for the eighteenth.

As soon as we found out the mistake, Gwen and I tried to move it back to the eleventh, but it was no longer available. We tried picking any other date because we thought it’ll be sad to have our wedding on Johnny’s birthday, but there was no use, every date was packed.

So we just decided to stick to the eighteenth. I did plan on having Jimmy as my best man but, Gwen and I decided to pick the birthday boy instead. Gwen felt terrible for the mix up and felt bad that Johnny isn’t going to be the center of attention on the day he was born, all the fame would come to me and Gwen instead.

When we went to tell Johnny, he seemed to take the news better than expected and became even
more thrilled when he found out he was the best man. Never in his life has he ever been best man for any wedding or even chosen as being the godfather of anyone’s kids, so he was overly excited about the news.

Several footsteps echoed to wooden floor. The sound became louder and louder until they paused right at my door. The door knob began to twist and began to creek open. The three large men wore a grin on their face as they were going to get me excited for my wedding. Their grin died off as soon as they spotted our friend in bed with me.

I faced to the direction their eyes located. Johnny wasn’t fully woken up. Johnny yawned as we watched him get out of bed completely naked. He didn’t seem to notice us in the room instead he stepped into my personal bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

The three sets of eyes focus back on me, hoping that I probably knew what was going on but I didn’t. All I know is that I let the guys stay over and sleep in the guest rooms. My father, my brother, and my soon to be father in law had gone home after the party.

“Dude? What was that about?” Jimmy seemed as confused as Zacky and Matt.

“I honestly have no clue.” I shook my head. “I honestly have no idea how they hell he ended up in my bed. Last I remembered, we wrapped a blanket around him nice and tight while he slept in the couch.

“Lacey?! Baby come here Big Dady wants to see you!” Johnny called out from my personal restroom.

“Who the fuck is Big Daddy?” Jimmyy furrowed his brows.

“Dude I think he’s talking about his penis.” Zacky whispered, trying to hold in a laugh.

“Baby? You there?” Johnny called out, surprisingly he still haven’t realized he was in my house and his wife was staying over at Gwen’s.

“Go, your male stripper is waiting for you.” Zacky joked.

“Yeah dude, go in there and just go along with it.” Jimmy said in a soft whisper and holding in his laugh. He knew very well know that Johnny is either still half asleep and forgot he was at my place, or he’s probably just sleepwalking.

“Hell no, I replied. You do it, it’s all about Jimohnny, not Brihonny.”

”Fuck you, you’re the groom so you do it.” I shook my head.

“This is just ridiculous.” Matt shook his head.

Matt walked passed me and headed to the bathroom Johnny’s in. “JOHNATHAN LEWIS ‘CHRIST’ SEWARD! JESUS CHRIST, YOU WERE SLEEP WALKING AGAIN WEREN'T YOU?! PUT ON SOME CLOTHES RIGHT NOW MR!! I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF IT’S YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY!! YOU JUST NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT, LET BRIAN SHOWER SO WE COULD ALL GET TO THE WEDDING!!!!!!!!” Matt dragged Johnny out the bathroom. “NOW APOLOGIZE!”

The poor kid seemed frighten of Matt. Johnny was covering himself up with his hands as we all stood there, staring at the both of them. Johnny stepped close to us and looked up at me. “I’m sorry Brian that I sleep walk naked to your room and anything else I might not have done. You know how I am when I’m drunk.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s alright man, you’re hilarious when you’re drunk and oh by the way, thanks for making my night unforgettable.” I smirked. “The strip tease was quite… something.” I leaned closed to his ear and whispered. “It’ll be our little secret.” I spanked his bare white ass just to freak him out.

Johnny’s expression was priceless. He got grossed out and quickly stepped out of the room. The guys and I began laughing as he reached began to rub the spot of his butt cheek where I had spanked him.

“JOHNNY!” Matt called out to him, to scare him.

Johnny paused a couple of doors down. “Yes sir?”

“DON’T CALL ME SIR, CALL ME MATT!” Matt acted tough. He hated being called sir, it makes him sound old.

“Yes sir, I mean Matt.” Johnny quickly corrected himself. "Please don't kill me."

“THAT’S BETTER AND HAPPY MOTHER FUCKING BIRTHDAY YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Matt yelled.

“Thanks.” Johnny didn’t know if to smile or not. Instead he resumed his way to one of the guestrooms.

The guys and I laughed once again before deciding to start getting ready and shower. A few hours later, we drove off to the church and put on my tux there, having only moments away until the ceremony begins.

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