Xavier felt a shiver run down his spine as Dexter leaned in close to him from behind, whispering into his ear as his hand slid down his side. As a man who didn’t go out of his way to search for any sort of intimacy, this was all fairly foreign to him. Only one time before had he been in a close relationship with another and it had ended quite poorly since then he’d avoided all social and physical contact aside from that which was professional.<br/><br/>There was a small handful of those he’d consider friends and a few family members he was more fond of than others, but aside from that, he prided himself on his solitude. There was something about the simplicity of a hand on his hip and a pair of lips brushing across the side of his neck, however, that touched him in a pleasant manner. But then, all humans had an innate desire to procreate and carry on their family line. Simply due to the fact that he wasn’t interested in a relationship, and certainly not in one that could produce children didn’t mean he never fell victim to such desires. He was only human, he reminded himself as he stood there in Dexter’s arms, and this slight increase in his heart rate and quickening of his breath was nothing more than a biological response to external stimuli. It meant nothing, nor would it lead to anything, just like the times before the urges he felt tugging at him from deep within would pass in a manner of minutes.<br/><br/>He was correct of course, it passed before the newly married couple could even find their way completely from the door. He turned his head slightly and lifted his eyes to meet with the slightly taller man’s, a smile playing on his lips. “I do think you’re quite right, darling. You’d look much more smashing in a dress than I would. You’ve got the legs for a nice, long slit up the side of your wedding gown,” he reached around and run his fingertips delicately up the man’s thigh as he laughed softly. He had a rather dry, sarcastic sense of humor, it suited his personality quite nicely; most never got a chance to see him joke around, but he was making a genuine effort to let his guard down at least the slightest bit for Xavier. If nothing else it’d make the entire act more believable if he seemed more or less comfortable around the other individual. It was all very odd to him, after all, putting on this front with a near stranger. His family didn’t seem to be catching on to any oddities though, aside from his father, so he assumed that he was putting up a good enough act. In fact, many of them seemed intrigued by this newcomer to their little circle of relatives. He was sure they’d get bombarded with questions once they arrived at the reception.<br/><br/>Speaking of the reception, the family that had congregated there at the church was beginning to file from the pews to head to the venue now. Xavier separated himself from Dexter, though he reached back to take a hold of his hands as they filed from the church with the rest of his and the groomsman’s family. They moved to the car without consequence aside from a few idle hellos from some older ladies that had been on their side of the aisleway. People were eyeing them up quite curiously, but nobody mentioned the man on Xavier’s arm just yet. Perhaps they thought it improper to start chattering about another couple that attended a wedding before the newlyweds had even cut the cake. Xavier released Dexter as they arrived at his vehicle and he politely opened the door for the gentleman, smiling charmingly up at him before stepping around to his side of the car.<br/><br/>“Now for the true torture; can’t exactly show up late to the reception when we’re all caravaning our way over to the venue,” he commented with a slightly exaggerated roll of his eyes. He clearly thought the whole thing was rather silly, but then that much had been obvious from the get-go. The pair made their way towards the venue in silence, the only noise between them their breathing and the muffled city ambiance from outside. It began to rain lightly on their way over and Xavier looked around thoughtfully, humming quietly to himself before saying, “Nothing like a little lovely English weather for the reception, hm?” The silence between them wasn’t necessarily awkward, he’d say, Xavier had always been rather comfortable simply existing in silence, but there did seem to be a bit of tension between them when they weren’t putting on a show for their little audience. "So, ah ... Do you do this sort of work often? Elizabeth didn't tell me much about your work, only that you'd likely be willing to take this particular job," he queried quietly as he glanced over at the man in the passenger seat.