Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Jonas

I glanced across the yard, my gaze fixing on Peter for the hundredth time.

There was something about seeing him in my family home, in my parents’ backyard, spending time with my loved ones that made my insides flutter.

"I've never seen you like this," my mom mused, and I blushed, suddenly remembering that I had been talking to her.

I met her smiling eyes and shrugged self-consciously.

"Yeah, well..." I didn't know what to say.

"I guess you never met anyone you felt like this for?" she guessed.

I wanted to argue, but the last two months had been the best I'd ever had. Living with Peter, being maybe, possibly even loved by him, made me feel like I was stronger and more whole than I had ever been.

"Who knew Charles' little bestie would mess me up so bad?” I muttered, and she laughed.

“Well, he is super cute,” she argued.

I chuckled, grabbed two beers out of the cooler next to us, and gave her a look.

"Excuse me, I have to go stake my claim."

She laughed and let me go.

I wove through my little cousins as they ran around, avoided talking to my aunt by pretending I didn't see her there, and finally reached Peter and Charles where they were sitting in the lounge chairs under the big sycamore tree.

"Ah, here comes your other half," Charles said as I approached.

Peter looked over his shoulder, his eyes lighting up, and reached for me.

Why the hell did it make me feel so giddy to take the offered spot on his knee? I regularly had him inside me and yet this simple gesture, in front of all my family, made my heart race.

"So," Charles mused. "Will it be a June wedding?"

I tried to kick him, but he twisted out of the way, laughing.

"What? I need time to decide whose heart I'm going to break. I can’t be the best man for both of you. I'm only one person!"

"You're ridiculous," I informed him, finally handing Peter his beer.

"What, none for me?" Charles demanded.

"Go get your own," I said.

He looked between me and Peter knowingly before standing slowly.

"I see how it is," he said, shaking his head. "You two want to make googly eyes at each other and whisper sweet nothings, don't you?"

"Just go!" Peter laughed.

Charles chuckled and took off, finally leaving us alone.

"What is it?" Peter asked as soon as he was gone. “I could feel you staring from across the yard.”

He grinned, then added, “Oh, how the tables have turned.”

“Shut up,” I said, shoving him lightly.

We both smiled.

“What is it?” he repeated.

His gaze was fixed on me, the afternoon sun warming the grey of his eyes.

"Nothing," I said softly and couldn't resist kissing him. "I just wanted to come see you."

He gazed up at me, just watching me for a moment, a soft smile on his lips, and I saw what my mom did. Peter really did adore me. Though it pained me to admit it, I felt the same way.

Reaching up, I stroked my fingers through his wavy hair.

"To think you're the same guy I hated a few months ago," I mused.

His lips tilted into an amused smile.

"And you're the guy I thought was cold as ice."

I grinned.

"Maybe I am," I argued.

He shook his head.

"Nope. You'll never fool me into thinking that again."

He kissed me once more, and I sank into it just as Charles heaved a heavy sigh as he sat back in his seat.

"Party's over kids," he said. "This is a family event. Don't get too carried away."

Laughing, we parted and forced ourselves to rejoin the party. But the whole time, no matter where I was, every time I glanced in his direction, Peter's gaze caught mine.

Later that night, I crawled out of Peter’s bed while he was snoring softly next to me and went quietly to my room.

I turned on my computer and went to the Red Light Boys’ website.

There were a bunch of new comments from the video I’d posted last night.

My cock thickened a little when I read them. Especially the one admiring how nice Peter’s dick looked while I stroked it.

I didn’t need to watch the video to remember. He’d looked so good, slicked up with lube, straining against the handcuffs I’d put him in. I bit my lip, remembering the way he’d looked at me while I did it. Like he’d let me get away with anything. And he did.

I swallowed and went to my account, my heart suddenly hammering because I hadn’t asked him about this. We didn’t say much about what we were to each other, but I never felt we needed to. At this point, it was obvious how much we cared.

With that in mind, I clicked the link to change my profile from solo to couple.

As soon as my page updated, my bedroom door creaked open. I didn’t look at Peter as he came up behind me, leaning over the back of my chair and automatically resting his hand on my shoulder.

Reaching up, I placed mine over his.

“What do you think?” I asked nervously.

With his other hand, he touched my chin, tilting my face up toward him so that I was forced to meet his warm gaze.

“I think you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he informed me, and pressed his lips to mine. “And yes. I’d love to make it official, online, and off.”

When he kissed me, I could feel his smile. It was like everything had just fallen into place.

“Don’t go back to bed,” I whispered against his lips. “Let’s make another movie.”

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