James/Fisher
James had not intended to go to the wedding. This wasn't because he wasn't happy for Nox, a man that he still had a great deal of respect for even if he never really showed it, but because he didn't think he'd be back from New York taking care of things with his attorney there in time for that. Additionally there was the fact that he was a bit... jaded as far as marriage was concerned right now, but that was nothing he couldn't deal with, it had been the time constraints more than anything that had been the deciding factor.
But when 7 o'clock rolled around and James was just coming up on Boston, he decided to make a detour and see if he could at least make it to the reception. Getting a room at a nearby hotel, he was fortunate enough to have a suit with him that he could wear to the wedding. Maybe he had thought about this just a little. He arrived at the Museum of Fine Arts just in time to see them say their "I do's" and then it was time for the reception. James had come in and out pretty much without notice but he wasn't leaving yet. He just had one more thing to do before the reception.
The reception was well under way when James returned once more, standing nearby the door to scan the crowd for the face he was looking for. Fortunately he didn't notice Will there, otherwise he would have probably just left. His gaze found his target first, however, and with a smirk gracing his handsome lips, he crossed the room to sneak up behind the smaller man, snaking an arm around his waist and pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck before reaching around to tap Fisher on the nose with the black rose boutonniere he had brought for him.