Pete

Eros decided on Pete. This guy was nearing closer and closer to a commitment that his bride wasn't abiding by anyways. She didn't deserve his full love, so it was Eros' job to direct Pete's adoration some place else. Taking position, Eros released his arrow.

Pete felt as if someone had shoved him forwards. He shook off the feeling, but the throbbing persisted in his back.

"Woah, you alright bro?"

Pete focused on the man in front of him. Suddenly, the throbbing turned into a euphoric implosion of love. His stomach filled with butterflies and his mouth felt dry. He felt like a giddy teenager. Pete stared at James, who look concerned. How sweet! Something in Pete's mind told him that these feelings were reserved for Annie, but that incredible burst of warmth was fixing those thoughts.

"Earth to Pete, hello?" James shook his friend, "You look like you've been stunned."

"Only by your beauty."

Before James could respond, Pete leant forward and embraced his groomsman, his best man, in a passionate kiss. James felt a burst in his chest, like a burning match whose flames erupted through his body. He knew something was bad about this. Pete was engaged to marry Annie in about five hours! But how could something that was meant to be wrong feel so right?

James' original stiffness from the sudden affection softened, before the other man reciprocated. He opened his mouth, allowing Pete's eager tongue to explore. The two wrestled for dominance, making out with such passion, yet treating each other with soft affection as well. Eventually, James pulled off, albeit regretfully.

"Pete, what are we doing?" James asked, breathless.

"What's right." The groom smiled, going in for another kiss.

"I mean," James said, dodging Pete's hungry mouth, "why are we making out? You're due to get married, today!"

"Because I love you!" Pete declared, holding James' shoulders.

"You love Annie!" James retorted.

"Maybe before," Pete shrugged, "but I know now that the only person that my heart beats for is you!"

"There's something so wrong about this." James shook his head, sitting down.

James' heart told him that he loved Pete, but his mind was still wrestling with that. Something had to have happened, to the both of them, for these feelings to just appear. Pete knelt down between James' legs, rubbing James' inner thighs suggestively.

"Maybe you need me to show you how right this can feel."