Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

M/M, Multi

Fandom:

Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Kip Grady/Scott Hunter, Kip Grady/Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady/Carter Vaughn, Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady & Elena Rygg

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Carter Vaughn, Elena Rygg

Additional Tags:

Queerplatonic Relationships, Open Relationships, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Threesome - M/M/M, Dirty Talk

Language:

English

Series:

Part 13 of hypotheticals

Stats:

Published: 2026-09-03 Words: 5,064 Chapters: 1/1

in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Summary

Kip lets his arms drop to his sides after a while and Scott pulls back enough to look at him. He's beautifully flushed, eyes still a little unfocused and his smile bright and happy. He puts a hand to Scott's cheek, looking back at him with so much love.

"I'm gonna marry you."

"Yeah," Scott replies, suddenly breathless. "Yes, you are."

-
The gang does some wedding prep and you'll never guess where they end up after.

Notes

"He is aware that this wedding has an unlimited budget and someone else could be doing this, right?” Elena asks, watching Kip hold up two samples of identical-looking (to Scott anyway) place cards and Carter present a selection of gold, silver, and copper calligraphy pens to match them to the cards. They have been in the city for maybe several centuries at this point, and all the crafts shops they have visited are starting to look the same.

“He wants a personal touch,” Scott repeats the term Kip has used many times in the past few weeks. “It’s sweet.”

“You’ll reconsider sweet when he has us handwriting 150 thank you cards later.”

“Just the signatures,” Scott corrects her gently. “We’re signing them. I’m very good at signing things.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” she concedes.

Elena, acting as Kip’s best man, is ruthlessly efficient in anything she does, and would have been done with all the wedding preparations in maybe a third of the time, if left to her own devices. And it’s good; her voice of reason is needed when things get a little too elaborate.

But Scott thinks Kip is completely right about adding a little whimsy here and there, and he’s glad Kip has so many ideas for it. All hockey weddings he’s been to started to look the same after number three or four, and Scott doesn’t really want that. He also has no idea how to make anything else happen, but Kip has an artist’s eye. He knows color schemes. He knows beauty. He knows how to make people feel at home. Scott is going to follow his guidance and everything is going to be perfect. Eventually.

After a decision on place cards and pens as the last item on their list for the day has been made, they are ready to return to the apartment for round two.

It's a whole event: They are putting together decorations and hand lettering place cards and rearranging the seating chart for the fifth time. Things Scott doesn’t know the names of go in glass vases, other things he couldn’t give a name to even if he tried are wrapped around pieces of wood; there are little fairy lights and feathers and ribbons and it all looks very romantic. A hot glue gun suddenly appears from somewhere. Carter throws words around that Scott has never heard him use in all his life, like boutonnières and centerpiece and votive candles.

Halfway through, pizza is ordered, and the playlist changed to something more upbeat to keep up their spirits. It’s a display of teamwork that makes Scott’s heart feel very satisfied, but it’s also surprisingly exhausting. Scott may be practiced with his signatures, but everything else that’s required to turn his wedding into a Pinterest board (they have several) doesn’t come quite as naturally to any of them.

By ten PM, Carter is asleep on the couch with his head tipped back and mouth open, still precariously holding one of the vases in his arms, and with various types of decorative ribbons somehow wrapped around his person. Kip is leaning against Carter’s shoulder, somewhere between awake and dozing off as well, flecks of gold on his cheek that must be from one of the pens, his laptop still open to their color-coded to do list.

“Okay, I’m out,” Elena declares, shutting her own laptop resolutely. She’s been working on a presentation of old photos from Scott and Kip growing up that Scott already knows will make him cry when he sees it projected onto the wall on their wedding day. “Does Carter need a ride home from crafts club, or…?”

“He can just crash here, it’s fine,” Scott says, watching Kip’s eyes finally slip all the way closed. They look all kinds of adorable together like this.

“All right. You boys be good.” She gives him a meaningful look and quick hug goodbye.

Scott is a little unsure sometimes just how much Elena knows, but given that she’s Elena, probably a lot more than she’s officially been told. At some point in his and Kip’s relationship, Scott feels like they’ve tipped over from secrecy into the other extreme when it comes to sharing information about their life with friends. He minds it a lot less than he'd have thought he would. It's kind of fun.

Carter stirs at the sound of the front door closing behind Elena and blinks bleary eyes at Scott.

“’sup?”

Scott gestures for Carter to hand over the highly endangered vase in his lap, the movement of Carter’s arms jostling Kip, who makes a dissatisfied little sound and cuddles closer, head on Carter’s chest.

“You guys just go to bed,” Scott says with a smile. “I’ll clean this stuff up.”

“Your bed?” Carter asks. He’s stroking his fingers through Kip’s hair, a soft look on his face.

“Yeah, sure. You know where everything is.”

“Mhmm, yes, bed,” Kip mutters, smacking his lips in his half-awake daze. He’s so intensely cute sometimes that Scott doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Scott pulls him to his feet and into his arms, giving Carter space to de-ribbon himself, and Kip tucks his head into the crook of Scott’s neck. He might be sleepy, but he’s also still very handsy, insistent fingers wiggling their way under the hem of Scott’s t-shirt. He rubs his nose against that sensitive spot beneath Scott’s ear and follows it up with a kiss.

“You sending me to bed with Carter?“

Scott laughs quietly and kisses the top of Kip‘s head. “You’re very welcome to take that whichever way you like.“

Carter, cursing under his breath as he finally manages to extricate himself from their decorative materials, doesn’t notice their exchange. He’s very unlikely to say no to Kip though. Come to think of it, no one ever says no to Kip. But Scott secretly finds that to be the correct state of things, so he doesn’t mention it.

He knows what Carter wants from him anyway. The tales of his LA adventures with Gloria have been spread far and wide (even, with her permission, across the Admirals locker room, with so much pride in Carter‘s eyes that it didn’t even occur to anyone to make an inappropriate comment). Maybe some of the guys were even inspired. Carter still isn’t entirely sure whether he actually liked it all that much or not, so he wants to try the real deal to make sure. With Kip. 

After Kip and Carter head to the bedroom, he makes quick work of the mess they’ve created on pretty much all available surfaces of the penthouse. There’s something calming about watching the chaos fold itself into one storage bin after the other, because order in the apartment means order in Scott’s brain. He tidies up their pizza boxes in the kitchen and sets up the coffeemaker and some breakfast essentials for the next morning, and it gives him almost the same sense of focus that putting on his gear in the right order before a game does.

It still isn’t enough though. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, because they’ve never done this without Gloria, and even if Carter says they’re both okay with it – Scott feels a little anxious about it. Which doesn’t make sense, because they both know their own minds. And surely it’s all going to be okay.

But that feeling isn’t going away, and with a deep breath, he presses the call button on Gloria’s contact.

It’s part of their whole communication package: Scott has to tell her when he’s worried about something that concerns them. He doesn’t always do it, because sometimes the bad feelings he gets when he disobeys instructions are more manageable than the bad feelings of bothering someone else with all his silly thoughts. But every time he has come to her with things, it’s actually turned out very well. She can’t solve all his problems, of course (most of the time), but she can make his brain go quiet. And it’s made it a little easier to bring up things with Kip as well, getting the practice in.

“Hey, perfect timing, we just wrapped,” Gloria greets him and Scott already know he’s made the right choice. “How was your big shopping day?”

They talk about wedding stuff for a bit, but Gloria picks up on his mood.

“What’s on your mind?” she asks gently.

“Kip and Carter are in bed together, and I think once I get there, Carter will want Kip to fuck him and I…I don’t know. I’m not sure I feel right without you there.”

“Oh, honey. Thank you for telling me. Thank you for calling.”

It makes him feel a little embarrassed, it’s not like that was hard. Except it was. But it shouldn’t have been. Anyway –

“What about it doesn’t feel right? Do you just not want to join them? That’s okay.”

Scott laughs nervously, pacing around the kitchen. It’s definitely not that he doesn’t want to.

“I guess we’ve always done anything more serious with all of us together. I don’t even know. I just want to make sure everyone’s okay.”

“And that’s very sweet of you,” Gloria says. “I love that about you, you know? How much you care about all of us and want everyone to feel safe and comfortable.”

“Yeah, I...yeah. Thank you.”

“But you can trust us to know what we want and what we’re okay with. You don’t need to be in everyone’s head and make sure. I know you just wanna be good, and you are.”

Scott can’t stop the soft sound in his throat because yes, yes of course that’s what he wants.

“And I know the two of you will take such good care of Carter for me, too. You should have seen him when I fucked him,” she says, and the thought sends a shiver down Scott’s spine. “He was so overwhelmed, so sweet. You know how he gets. And imagine what it’s gonna be like with Kip.”

“Yes,” Scott breathes, his mouth going dry at the image in his mind.

“I’ve seen Kip fuck you, honey, and you were out of your mind with it. And with both of you there? I know you two will make it so good for him.”

“We will. Of course we will.”

“And that’s all you need to be worried about, taking good care of my man for me,” she says, light and playful. “Okay?”

Things really are as easy as Gloria makes them for him sometimes, and the knot in Scott’s chest loosens.

When he gets to the bedroom, the scene that awaits him really isn’t unexpected: Carter and Kip on the bed in their underwear, tangled together, kissing deeply. Still, it sends a jolt of arousal through him.

“Come here, baby.” Kip looks up and smiles at him, reaching out a hand.

There’s lube already set out on the bedside table on Kip’s side, and a pack of condoms next to it. They're really in the middle of it.

Scott lies down on his side behind Carter, and Carter turns around between them, kissing him soundly, and wasting no time in pulling Scott’s shirt over his head.

“Gloria says hi,” Scott tells him and Carter smiles. “She said to tell you to behave."

“No, she didn't.”

Scott shrugs and Kip grins at him from behind Carter’s shoulder. He reaches over to put his hand on Scott’s waist, pressing them all closer together, and rolls his hips forward. Carter sucks in a breath.

“That what you want?” Kip asks him, and they must have been working themselves up for a while, because his cheeks are pink, hair ruffled just like Carter’s, and he’s got that little sparkle in his eyes that spells trouble of the best variety. “You want me inside you?”

“You can’t say that,” Carter replies, another sharp breath when Kip grinds his hard-on up against his ass again.

“Why not?” Scott asks, amused.

“I don’t know. I say that.”

“You still can,” Scott assures him, patting his hip, and then helping Kip pull his boxers down. “It’s not trademarked or anything.”

“You’re so fucking weird sometimes,” Carter complains and kisses him again.

“Tell him though, Vaughny,” Scott says when they break apart, that little edge in his voice that he knows will make Carter listen, because Scott does need to hear it. “That what you want right now?”

“Yeah. Yes. Fuck.” Carter drops his face into the crook of Scott’s neck and Scott strokes his fingers through his hair. He’s taking care of him. Just like he told Gloria he would.

Kip makes quick work of slicking up his fingers and kisses along Carter’s shoulders.

“He’s gonna feel so fucking good inside you,” Scott promises, eyes on Kip. “You know what his cock feels like in your mouth and it’s fucking perfect, isn’t it? This will be even better.”

Carter nods into Scott’s shoulder and hooks one leg over his, giving Kip more room.

“Okay,” Kip says softly and Scott feels Carter shudder when he presses a finger inside.

It feels a little weird, the first few times, he still remembers that much as well. But this is much better than some dirty club bathroom in Barcelona at three AM, and Scott is so glad for Carter all over again, that he gets to have all the firsts he wants safely, with the people who love him most.

It’s a sentimental thought to have while Scott is watching Kip finger him open and Carter clings to him, moaning and squirming a little, like his body is still unsure how to react.

“Just relax,” Kip whispers. “That’s it. Does that feel good?”

“I think – yeah.”

“You’re not supposed to think,” Scott admonishes gently, and slips his hand between their bodies. Carter is still half-hard from making out with Kip, and he moans when Scott starts stroking him. It’s loose and slow for now and he lets his fingers dip lower, behind his balls and farther still until his fingertips feel lube and brush against Kip’s knuckles.

“Hi,” Kip says, his voice low, and Scott pulls his hand back with a smile.

“You’re flirting,” Carter mutters into Scott’s shoulder and he sees Kip bite his lip to keep from laughing. Maybe they are. It’s allowed.

Scott wraps his fingers around Carter again, finding a slow rhythm while Kip keeps opening him up. It takes a little while but Scott can feel the moment when Carter starts to lets go, tension bleeding out of his body between them and the sounds he’s making turning a little louder, breath coming hot and fast against the side of Scott’s neck.

“Kip.” Carter sounds rough by the time Kip withdraws his fingers, and he twists to look back over his shoulder.

“I got you,” Kip replies as he pushes his own underwear down his hips, his cock heavy and flushed red between his legs. He looks gorgeous, so confident in every move as he stretches out behind Carter and rolls the condom on, spreading lube with a few slow strokes.

“Kip can give you whatever you want. You can have it slow, we can take it easy.”

Carter turns to kiss Scott again, one hand holding on to the back of his neck and the other reaching behind himself, finding Kip.

“Okay. Okay, okay,” Carter mutters against Scott’s lips, a little as if Scott and Kip are just one person split in half on either side of him. Scott kind of likes that idea. “Yeah.”

Kip is so gentle with Carter, kisses pressed to his back and a soothing hand stroking down his flank as he pushes inside, and Carter exhales heavily, forehead pressed to Scott’s.

“You know, our first time…that’s what I asked for, too. Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Before we ever even kissed I already knew I needed Kip to fuck me.”

Carter makes a strangled sound and Scott catches Kip’s eyes. He looks a little amused, like he isn’t sure where Scott is going with that bit of story time, but is willing to let it play out.

“Yeah?” Scott asks Carter and he nods, eyes slipping closed when Kip starts moving. It’s more of a slow grind than anything else, on their sides like this, but Scott knows Kip can get deep that way, knows how good it feels.

“I didn’t know before that you can look at someone and feel empty, that you can ache with how much you want him inside you, to fill you up.”

“Oh fuck,” Carter breathes, head dropping forward to Scott’s shoulder again, and he can hear Kip’s soft groans, the wet sounds of a little too much lube, just to be sure.

Even though the quiet intimacy of it all has been wrapping around them all night, Scott feels like he hasn’t fully expected it, what it would actually be like. The trust in each other, the simplicity of finding new ways for all of their bodies to fit together just to make each other feel good.

“His cock feels amazing every time, and Kip’s so strong, it’s so hot. Look at his thighs, he could fuck you for hours,” Scott whispers to Carter and smiles at the incredulous little laugh that spills out of Kip. He's on a roll with it now.

“You’re kind of – overselling me here,” Kip says, a little breathless already.

Scott shakes his head and keeps jerking Carter off, his grip a little tighter and his fist moving a little faster with each new noise Carter makes.

“I’m really not. I’m so hard just watching you, baby. You look incredible.”

“Still flirting,” Carter groans, letting himself be swept away with it when Kip drives into him harder. His body is pushed closer against Scott’s chest with Kip’s thrusts, and it kind of feels they’re the waves and Scott is the shore they crash against, knowing they’re home. Scott holds steady for them both, watching Kip’s face as his mouth drops open and the flush on his cheeks spreads all the way down to his chest, and pressing his nose into Carter’s hair, feeling his body tremble.

“Do you like it? Do you like how he fucks you? Do you like how his cock feels?”

“Oh my God,” Carter moans against Scott’s skin, fingers scrabbling uselessly down his back. “Yes. Yes. Fuck.”

“You need to stop talking if you want me to last,” Kip gasps, but Scott has no such plans at all. Carter is rock hard and practically throbbing in his hand, he doesn't need Kip to last.

“Do you want him to come inside you?” Scott asks. “I fucking love how it feels. And you’re – even with a condom, but you’re still gonna know.”

“I’m – oh fuck.” Carter spills between them, hot spurts covering both their bellies and Scott’s fingers, and Scott tilts his head up so he can kiss him through it, can feel him panting and moaning against his face. He keeps one eye on Kip, features slack with pleasure as he pounds into Carter a few more times and finishes with a groan. So fucking beautiful.

They all catch their breath for a moment, limbs all over each other and still pressed close together, and then Carter blows out a long breath.

“Can’t believe that was the same guy who gave us a group chat warning for vulgarity. Jesus, dude.”

“Now, there’s a time and a place for these things…” Scott smiles and Carter shakes his head, looking back over his shoulder at Kip.

“Okay, let me –” Kip pulls out and shuffles around a little to discard the condom and then wraps his arms around Carter, pulling him into a very soft-looking kiss.

"Was that okay?" he whispers and Carter turns over to his other side so he can kiss him back properly, hands on Kip's face.

"Yeah. Yeah, I – I don't know how you guys do this all the time, it's so intense?"

"It can be." Kip smiles, giving Scott a quick little look before he focuses on Carter again, more kisses to his cheeks and forehead.

He whispers something to Carter and they trade places on the bed, Kip now in the middle and pressing close to Scott from head to toe. His kisses are slow but heated, and Scott can't help rocking his hips against him, cotton-covered hardness meeting Kip where he's soft and spent.

"And what do you want, baby?" Kip asks, a hint of teeth against Scott's lower lip and Scott shivers. Anything sounds good right now, but there's something about the way Kip is touching him, looking at him…

"What do you want?"

"Fuck me," Kip says, no hesitation.

"God, Kip. Yes."

Scott has him on his back so fast, kneeling between Kip's spread legs and kissing all over his stomach as he presses two lubed fingers into him. His skin tastes like salt and sweat and Scott licks it, nose pressed into his navel and making Kip squirm.

Carter just watches next to them, his eyes wide, and Scott knows there are some detailed explanations about prostate orgasms in their immediate future, but for now, he'll just have to draw his own conclusions from the practical demonstration he's about to receive.

Kip arches into Scott's touch, clearly in the mood for just a little too much, and Scott is more than happy to give it. He kisses his way down to Kip's cock, resting soft against the crease of his thigh, and Kip moans and wriggles some more when Scott sucks the tip into his mouth, still oversensitive after his orgasm. He ignores the residual taste of latex on Kip's skin that he isn't used to anymore, his tongue seeking out something better instead and licking off the last drop of come still clinging to him.

When Scott curls his fingers inside him just right, he's rewarded with more sweet noises and Kip's hands in his hair and then all over his shoulders, aimless but with a frantic little edge, needy for more.

"You ready?" he whispers into the skin of Kip's inner thigh, rubbing his cheek against the coarse hair there. "You want it all today, huh?"

Kip's smile, when Scott has kicked his boxers off and looks up, is gorgeous as always, and not just because Kip knows he's going to get what he wants.

"Come here, like this."

They fit together like two puzzle pieces, Scott pushing inside Kip and Kip wrapping his arms around him, their mouths finding each other, breath mingling. Scott stays still for a moment and lets Kip adjust, the perfect silky heat of him tight around Scott's cock a sweet relief.

Carter is very still next to them, part of the covers pulled over him, but it doesn't feel weird at all to just have him watch.

Scott is aware of the little misunderstanding Carter had with Kip and the others, because Carter has a heart of gold and couldn't keep it on his consciene for longer than five minutes that he "maybe accidentally called you bad at sex but it was taken completely out of context, just in case that ever comes up". Apparently it all had to do with who made whom come first, and while Scott found it funny more than anything else, his competitive streak is telling him maybe he should show Carter just how good he is at making Kip come. Repeatedly.

Kip gasps when Scott starts moving, and he keeps it shallow and slow at first, making sure to hit the right spot every time. He knows Kip loves this when he's in the right mood for it, the overstimulation, the loss of control, and Scott really, really gets that.

"Right there?" Scott asks, like he doesn't know the answer, and Kip whimpers when he snaps his hips forward. The tension that's been building inside him ever since he walked into the bedroom coils tight like a spring, but Scott breathes through it. He can get Kip there first.

Kip clings to him, his cheek pressed against Scott's and the high little sounds from deep in his throat in Scott's ear. His breath comes wet and fast and though Scott can't see his face like this, he knows it's scrunched up all sweet, deeply focused, chasing his pleasure. Scott feels his own belly clench with arousal, and even though he briefly had the crazy idea to make Kip come a second and third time this way, he knows he won't make it that far.

They've done it before, a couple of times, just to see how far their bodies will let them push. Once is enough, usually, and twice is an occasional thing. Three times in a row, a project. Three times is a free Sunday and a new toy; it's a reunion after a long road trip with Kip already wet and open and waiting for Scott. It's whispered promises to each other and a shaky voice asking for "again, please".

Kip's legs tremble around him and Scott slides one hand under his back, lifting his ass to keep the angle right even when Kip kicks his foot out like he tends to do.

"You," Kip breathes, body going taut against Scott's, and he doesn't finish what he was going to say, throwing his head back and arching against Scott, pressing half-hard against his belly.

"Let go, baby," Scott pants between kisses to his temple. "Come for me."

He drives into him hard a few more times and then Kip is crying out, shaking against Scott and spilling hot and wet between them. Kip is so tight around him, the rhythmic contractions of his body more than Scott can take and he buries his face against Kip's shoulder with a groan, pushing deep as he comes inside him.

Kip makes another throaty little sound and holds Scott more tightly, keeping him close, close, close, and it makes Scott just want to crawl inside of him.

"Woah," Carter says quietly from beside them and Scott huffs out a laugh. That'll teach Carter to make assumptions.

He presses little kisses to the side of Kip's neck and then his face, Kip reluctantly loosening his arms enough to allow that much room to move.

"You take such good care of me," Kip sighs. He sounds a little dreamy, and Scott's heart swells with it. Is that what he was trying to say earlier?

"Yes, baby. Always."

Kip lets his arms drop to his sides after a while, and Scott pulls back enough to look at him. He's beautifully flushed, eyes still a little unfocused and his smile bright and happy. He puts a hand to Scott's cheek, looking back at him with so much love.

"I'm gonna marry you."

"Yeah," Scott replies, suddenly breathless. "Yes, you are." He kisses Kip, first gentle and then hungry, and Kip whimpers again.

"Do you want more?" Scott whispers against his lips and feels Kip shiver. "Yeah?"

"Yes. Yes, please."

Oh, Kip. Scott is going to give him absolutely everything.

He ignores the I have urgent questions vibe that Carter is currently projecting very, very loudly next to them and carefully pulls out of Kip, kissing his way down his chest instead.

Kip must be feeling raw, responsive to any little thing, and Scott licks over a pebbled nipple and then his abs, tasting what little come is sticking to Kip's belly. His touch is gentle, fingers trailing down Kip's sides and up his inner thighs, then softly circling his rim, where he's fucked open and leaking out Scott's come. Kip makes a plaintive sound when Scott pushes two fingers back inside, slick and easy.

"Scott," he whines when Scott presses against his prostate again. "Please."

He moves his fingers slowly, never pushing too hard. That third time is delicate work, he knows; Kip's body already overstimulated and wrung out, but there's still a little more pleasure to give him if they do it just right.

Scott keeps kissing his belly, lips sometimes going on a detour and ghosting over Kip's spent cock, making him twitch and moan every time. He's sensitive, so Scott keeps it light, but it's a temptation that's hard to ignore, right there for him to put his mouth on just a little bit.

He watches Kip get lost in it, giving himself over to the sensations, and soon feels his legs tense and tremble again.

"That's it, you're amazing," he tells Kip. "One more, baby, come on."

Kip cries out again and Scott feels it, his body squeezing around his fingers as he comes dry, fingers buried in Scott's hair and his pretty little sounds filling the room.

"Oh," Kip sighs, going boneless beneath Scott's hands, like he's melting right into the bed. "Yeah, I'm definitely gonna marry you."

Scott laughs, rearranging Kip until he can move up to spoon up behind him, one arm securely wrapped around him and the other pillowing Kip's head on his bicep.

It puts them face to face with Carter, who is clutching a pillow to his chest and looking…somewhat aghast.

"Guys. What?"

Kip cuddles into Scott's embrace, looking entirely too comfortable to talk much now.

"Ask Kyle," he says around a yawn and Scott kisses his cheek.

"Just wanted to show you the advanced version, you know," Scott says easily and Carter narrows his eyes at him.

"I feel like you've been keeping secrets. The last time I had three orgasms in a row, I was 18 years old and had just discovered YouPorn." Kip makes a very cute noise that definitely isn't a snort and Carter clears his throat. "Anyway. This is some gay black magic the rest of us don't know about."

"Well, in that case, I think you can consider your education complete now. You know all the secrets."

"Mhmm, not by far," Kip mutters with his eyes closed. "Lifelong learning."

"Or, you know. That works, too," Scott agrees.

"You can put that in your vows," Carter says, repositioning his pillow with a sigh. "For the rest of our lives, we promise to love and cherish each other and teach our best man all the best gay sex secrets."

Maybe not, Scott thinks. But he agrees with the sentiment behind it. For the rest of their lives.