Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Rylan

Summer

“C annonball!” I shout before running and jumping into the pool at Donovan’s house.

Water splashes everyone, and as soon as I break the surface, I hear Donovan say, “Your boyfriend is like a large child.”

“His boyfriend is fun ,” I add. “And fucking hot.”

Everyone snickers around us.

“Me too!” Eric, Donovan’s best friend, runs and jumps in as well, splashing us all again, but because I’m a good boyfriend, I pull Hayes close and let him bury his face in my neck so he doesn’t get water in his eyes.

“Your bestie is like a large child,” I tease Donovan, who grins at me.

Anthony swims our way, then dunks Donovan, Ana laughing from where she’s sitting with her feet in the water. She works with Hayes, and apparently, she’d been trying to get him to hang out with her for a long time, but he always said no. Lately, he’s realized the importance of friends, and that he has to be willing to put himself out there, which he did. The two of them haven’t hung out a lot, but she’s met up with us two or three times.

We play around in the water for a bit, Hayes clinging to me most of the time so I can protect him. I’m not gonna pretend I don’t like it.

I like Hayes’s friends too. We have a lot of fun together, and I like that now that they’ve gotten to know me, they treat me just as Rylan and not Rylan Pierce. It’s been an interesting couple of months, and not always easy. There’s been a lot of talk about Hayes and me, mostly online. Speculation and think pieces and people trying to figure out how we met or how long we’ve been dating; rumors that make absolutely no sense, but that’s the way people on the internet can be. What matters is that we know the truth.

After we get out of the pool, we hang out and chat while Eric grills. It’s late August, summer is ending soon, but the weather will still stay warm in SoCal.

My parents have decided to stay in LA. We went to New Hampshire last month to move them out. The house sold quickly, so that’s a plus. Hayes’s parents also came to visit, which was nice.

“You’re getting pink. Come here so I can put more sunscreen on you,” Eric tells Donovan, who grabs the bottle and sits in front of Eric on the lounge chair. Eric squirts sunscreen into his hands and rubs it on his best friend’s shoulders.

“They’re totally banging,” I whisper in Hayes’s ear.

“No they’re not. I asked. I thought the same thing. Donovan is actually trying to hook Eric up with Ana. That’s part of the reason she’s here today.”

“Well, Eric sucks at flirting, then,” I say, and Hayes laughs.

We hang out at the house for a few hours, and I do notice Eric and Ana talking a little more. Now that I know what’s going on, I notice Donovan trying to ease Eric in her direction, but I’m pretty sure the guy is clueless when it comes to how much he dotes on and pays attention to Donovan.

We head out about nine and make our way home, to my house—our house now. Hayes has officially moved in, but he still owns his apartment, which he’s subletting until he decides what he wants to do with it. I don’t care about his place as long as he stays in my bed, right where he belongs.

“Hey, Pucky.” He picks up our cat, who gives him loves.

“I hope you know I’m jealous that you love Daddy Hayes more.” I pet him, and he tolerates me. Cats are assholes, but I love him.

“Hey, he loves you too.” Hayes kisses me, then sets Puck down and feeds him.

We head straight upstairs because after seeing Hayes half-naked in swim trunks all day, I’m hungry for him. We shower together, then fall into bed, my hands and mouth all over his body. “What do you want?”

“You to fuck me.”

Well, that’s an easy yes.

I take him hard and fast from behind, spilling inside him. We collapse to the bed together, Hayes cuddled up against me, burrowing into my chest the way he loves to do.

“You know…” Hayes says, “you’re pretty lucky.”

I dance my fingers up and down his back. “Really? How so?”

“Because you’re going to have a boyfriend with magic cum for the rest of your life.”

I chuckle and kiss the top of his head. “Maybe a husband one day?”

I feel him smile against my pec. “I think that can be arranged.”

“I think so too.”

The End

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