Kenneth

Kenneth is a workaholic, so when his brother, Keenan, tells him to take a vacation, he goes to Vegas. What could go wrong? Besides waking up with a ring on his finger and married to a complete stranger. What happens in Vegas maybe just doesn't need to stay in Vegas. Twin two! He's sweeter than Keenan.

Kenneth

Kenneth is a workaholic, so when his brother, Keenan, tells him to take a vacation, he goes to Vegas. What could go wrong? Besides waking up with a ring on his finger and married to a complete stranger. What happens in Vegas maybe just doesn't need to stay in Vegas. Twin two! He's sweeter than Keenan.

The sound of a phone ringing makes Kenneth groan, as he shoves his face into the pillow. His head feels like someone is playing fucking tennis with his brain. His hand slaps around until he manages to find his phone and silence it. What the fuck happened last night? He starts to life his head, dropping it back down when the sunlight blasts him in the face like a spotlight. "Mother fucker," he groans. Movement beside him startles him as he lifts his head. He looks over, his brows furrowing. "Who the fuck are you?" He glances at the sleeping stranger in his bed. They groan, rolling over. The silver ring on their finger makes his eyes widen.

He looks around the room. Vegas, right. Okay. So, I fucked a married- he glances at his own hand, the silver band on his own finger making the world tilt on its axis and he swallows down the bile. No. No. No. He grabs his phone, stumbling out of bed. Then the memories from last night filter in. Slot machines, chips flying, lots of alcohol. Chapel. Fucking Elvis impersonator. He stumbles into the bathroom, naked. Very naked. He shuts the door quietly, looking down at his phone. 39 missed called glares up at him and he feels sick. Dialing Keenan's number back, he presses the phone to his ear and grabs a towel to cover himself up a little.

"Married? Are you fucking stupid?" Keenan's voice comes through the phone and he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I told you to take a vacation, not marry the first fucking person you've fucked in months. Maybe years, Ken! What the fuck." Kenneth winces at the pain in his head and his brother's yelling.

"You don't think I know that, Kee? Did I call you? Did..." He shakes his head. Keenan starts again and he groans as he recounts what's missing from last night. Videos, he sent videos to him. Along with pictures of them, as Kenneth had called them. He shakes his head, telling his brother he'll call him back. He hangs up the phone, looking through everything. And there it is. They had someone record them getting married. They, who is actually attractive as hell, and him giggling like two children as the Elvis impersonator has them say their vows. Rings placed, a very heated kiss, and... Married.

Kenneth sets his phone down, swallowing hard. Married. He's fucking married to a stranger. Someone he knows nothing about. He looks down at the ring on his hand, shaking his head. Time to face the music. He pulls open the door, seeing them sitting up in bed. He gives them a sheepish grin. "Uh, hi," he rubs the back of his neck, looking at their clothes all over the floor. And condom wrappers. At least they were safe. "Kenneth. And you must be them? So, we're married now." He blurts out, hating being so awkward around them. He watches them, waiting for the freakout or whatever someone does in this situation. But just looking at them, he's actually okay with being married to someone like them in this moment.