My Gay Fiancee(For JoMo)

Belle sat on the living room floor that she shared with her fiancee, John Hennigan. All around her table charts, dress options, and color choices were sprawled out. Belle herself had her hair in a messy ponytail and her sweat pants on. She didn't bother looking fancy to plan her wedding. Right now John was on his way so she knew she wouldn have to get up. Belle was just excited that she would be getting to spend the rest of her life with him by her side. Belle really did love him.

John was on his way home to see Belle. He loved her, he really did... like a sister. John was gay. Boy was he gay. But he couldn't tell Belle that. He was marrying here to make their families happy. He felt bad, plus having to force little Johnny up for sex was a pain, but Johnny couldn't come out. He just couldn't. He sighed as he pulled up to his condo he shared with his fiancé and walked in the living room, leaning down and kissing Belle. "Hey baby."

Belle smiled as John kissed her. Sure he made her parents happy but she too was happy with John. He was what she wanted "Hey babe. I was just going to make dinner." Belle walked into the kitchen calling over her shoulder, "Will you look at the pictures of those models in the tuxes?" She got out hamburger and started making tacos.

John nodded. "OKay." called back, siting down and looking at the models. He smiled slightly. The models were good looking. He shook his head and focused on the tuxes. John was always picky with his cloths. Such a prima donna. He only wore the best designers. He picked out a few Armani suites he like before going to help Belle in the kitchen.

"Well, did you like any of them?" She asked as she stirred the meat and cut the lettuce. One thing she didn't like too much was how picky John was. For a straight guy you'd think he wouldn't care. Belle smiled to herself, he might as well be gay, she thought to herself

John nodded as he set the table. "Yup. Two are Armani suites, Two Calvin Klein." He said. "I'll go out tomorrow and try them on in the stores." He said. "Do i get to see the dress, or do I have to wait?" He chuckled.

"Well you have to wait of course. Mom would flip if she knew you saw them." Belle said with a small laugh. Her mother wanted everything traditional and thats what would be done for the most part. Too her mothers dismay Belle wouldnt be taking out her piercings for the wedding.

John chuckled. "Alright. You're mother is crazy, no offense." He chuckled, sitting down at the kitchen table. Of course, John's mother was a little crazy, but not as much as Belle's mother. He sighed, hoping they wouldn't have sex. If so, John could just pleasure Belle, like he did a lot of the time. It was easy to just eat her out instead of having actual sex.

"Oh, I know she is." Belle smiled as she set the food on the table and sat next to Johnny. She put her hand on his leg before kissing him softly. Ever since they got engaged Belle was even more turned on by him.

John closed his eyes and kissed back. So long as he pictured the man he really loved, he could be sexual with Belle. "After dinner baby. I promise." He said with his signature smirk, squeezing Belle's thigh. He felt bad for acting, but he had to.

"Of course. Need my Johnny full." Belle handed him a plate before making one for herself. She took a bite and looked at John. "How was work?" Belle asked after she swallowed

John shrugged. "It was good. Some issues with the stocks but I fixed it." He chuckled. John was one of the most successful men on Wall Street. His job was oat of the reason he stayed in the closet.

"Good thing you were there then." Belle laughed softly. Belle herself had the day off. She was a home decorator.

John chuckled. "I know, I'm awesome." He said. When they finished, John put their dishes away. He bit his lip. Time to please the fiance in the bedroom.

"Wait here."Belle said with a suductive smile. She turned and went to the bed room slipping into a small nightie that was lacy and see through. "Ok," She said leaning on the door of the bedroom. "Im ready."

John sucked in a nervous breath discreetly and put on a smirk. "My favorite outfit..." He purred, snaking his hand up Belle's thigh, feeling her clit as she wasn't wearing any panties. Once they got in bed, and got off their cloths, John woudl have to force little Johnny 'up'.

Belle moaned softly as Johnny lay her on the bed. He was always so good at knowing exactly what she wanted and where she needed to be touched

John slipped the gown off of Belle. He stripped and reached down, rubbing Belle's pussy, feeling it dripping wet. He wasn't attracted to it, but he had to get it over with.

Belle was panting softly and moaning beneath Johnny. He knew just how to touch her. "Oh God Johnny..."

John leaned down, laying on his stomach and running his tongue up Belle's pussy. He closed his eyes as he did so, trying to picture being somewhere else as he teased her with his tongue.

Belle moaned and arched her back a little

John had to look away and continued to pleasure his fiancee, hoping she's c one soon so he could finally stop. He hated this. ANd he felt guilty.

Belle moaned loudly as Johnny's tongue worked her. She tried to hold back her orgasm but couldn't. Laying back on the bed she gave him a lazy smile

John gave her a smile before taking a water bottle and washing out his mouth. He laid down next to her, guilt welling up in his chest.

Belle curled her body around John's and put her head on his chest. She noted how he always seemed to wash away the taste as if she disgusted him