MICAHS EPILOGUE

MICAH"S EPILOGUE

Four Years Later

"Oh fuck! Right there, Bash…yesss, that feels so good, baby," I moaned, bent over the bathroom sink as Bash ravaged my hole with that talented tongue of his. We were supposed to be getting ready, but our shower got a little heated and it took him less than ten seconds to shove me over to the counter and bend me in half.

"Hell baby, you taste so fucking delicious. I could eat this ass all day," Bash moaned before diving back in, spearing my hole with the wet, thick muscle. I cried out, throwing my hand out to steady myself against the mirror as I thrust back on his face.

"Bash…shit, I need you inside me. Fuck me, please," I begged, my cock throbbing and leaking from the sinful stimulation. He just grunted and gripped my hips tighter, yanking me onto his tongue as he fought to work it deeper in my core. Long moans and high-pitched whimpers were all I was capable of at the moment, my head fuzzy and in the clouds from the crazy pleasure he brought to me.

Finally, he pulled away and wiped off his face, grabbing the unscented lotion on the counter to my right. We hadn"t replaced our last bottle of lube when we ran out, and that happened quite a bit. I wouldn"t say we fucked every day, but we definitely tried. Bash banged me more times than a snooze button on a Monday.

I looked up to see Bash slicking up his rock-hard cock in the mirror, his eyes finding mine in the glass. "We"ve gotta make this quick, sweetheart. We"re already running late," he smirked, taking his fingers and making me even more slippery with the lotion.

"Do it. Give it to me fast and hard," I panted, readying myself for him to thrust into me. He grabbed hold of my hips and positioned his dick at my slick hole. He then bent forward and placed a tender kiss to my shoulder blade and winked at me in the reflection before slamming forward, ripping an elated scream from my throat.

The initial burn set me on fire, but utter bliss soon swept over me. He gave me a second to get used to his cock deep inside me, and my chest heaved from the exertion. He then set a punishing pace, pounding into me in long, hard strokes. He groaned, his hand roaming up my back and holding me down as he fucked me raw.

"Goddamn Micah, I will never get enough of this hot, tight hole of yours. You"re so fucking greedy for it, aren"t you? You"re sucking me in so deep," Bash hummed, his eyes rolling back from the sensation of drilling into me.

He was right. I was fucking ravenous for him even after all these years. I would have him live inside my body if I could. As it were, I happily impaled myself on his cock every chance I got. "Ffffuck me, you feel so good inside me…your dick is so big and hard, it"s fucking wrecking me," I whimpered, meeting him thrust for thrust, willing him to go further into my body.

His thrusts sped up, slamming into me at a relentless pace. I cried out, my back arching and forcing my ass up to meet him, but he held me down. "Look at me, M," he commanded. My eyes snapped to his in the mirror and the sight of Bash naked, sweat glistening on his chest as he plowed into me was the most erotic image. My cock pulsed dangerously, leaving me precariously on the edge of my release.

"Watch me, baby. Watch me as I own this ass and wring your cock dry…watch me take you apart piece by piece," he rasped, his hips slapping against my skin and making the sexiest sounds ring out in the room.

"Oh God…make me come, Bash. Fuck the cum out of me," I whined, two seconds from exploding. We were both a chaotic blend of loud grunts and shouts, both of us going out of our mind as lust flared between us. He angled his hips and thrust harder, hitting my prostate with precision enough to throw me over the edge, my climax slamming into me forcefully.

"Bash! Oh shit, I"m coming!" My orgasm washed over me, my cock pulsing and jerking out ribbons of cum onto the floor. I had been strung so tight that I came hands-free in a soul-shattering release that radiated down to my bones.

"Holy ffffuck! Take my cum, baby…suck me dry," Bash groaned out as I felt his release flood my insides with warmth. The feeling was fucking everything. I loved being filled with him, having it spill out of me and down my leg. It felt like his permanent brand on my skin, marking me as his forever. Bash pumped into me a few more times, forcing his cum as deep as it would go. I loved the possessiveness of it. I would never be sick of it.

Too soon, he pulled out of my body and braced himself on the counter, still bent over me and catching his breath. "Jesus baby, that was amazing…" he chuckled breathlessly, his face flushed from his orgasm and looking too good to exist. My boyfriend was fucking hot.

"It really was…maybe you should plug me up so I can sit through the ceremony feeling you inside me," I purred, smirking deviously at him over my shoulder. He chucked low and sexy, heading into our bedroom to get one of our silicone plugs. That was something else he loved doing as much as I did. He came back with a dark purple one, sliding it gently into my ass until it was buried in me snugly.

He then pulled me to standing, the plug moving and making me tremble. Bash grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me deeply, his tongue sweetly roving over mine until we had to part for air.

"Okay, we need to rinse off and leave in the next fifteen minutes, or we will be late beyond forgiveness," he warned, smirking at me and making my heart tumble in my chest. I smiled and kissed him again briefly, then got to work getting ready.

Thirteen minutes later, we were both rinsed off and dressed with brushed teeth and big smiles on our faces. Today, I was graduating with my Masters in Psychology from UT. It had taken three years, but it was perfect since Bash had gotten a job with a major tech company in Austin right after graduation, so we both stayed in the city. The Tech Summit he went to a few years ago paid off in spades with all the networking he was able to accomplish, and it led to a career that Bash absolutely thrived in. It was everything he had wanted to do and more. Plus that pretty sweet paycheck didn"t hurt matters one bit…not that I"m bragging. Except that I totally am. My man is a sexy, hot genius and I am fucking living for it!

We got to the ceremony site just in time for me to head in and get lined up with the others. Bash gave me a good luck kiss and hug before leaving to track down my parents to sit with. It was time to get this show on the road.

*****

Three hours and several photo ops later, Bash and I were in his car and heading to the restaurant for my celebration dinner with my parents. We had invited Rhys and his husband, Dawson and his fiancé, Nate and his partner, and several of our other friends we had collected over the years. Holy mother of all gays, do we even have any straight friends?…Whatever, we"ll meet some eventually.

We also had Bash"s mom joining us tonight. She had been happily divorced for a couple of years, and was even dating now. Her boyfriend was a really nice man and was patient with her when she went through her depressive periods, though those were few and far between now. Funny how much less depressed you are when you aren"t married to an evil scumbag.

Bash"s dad ended up losing the election, and he must have managed to piss off the wrong person because an anonymous call was made to the FBI about his illegal dealings. He was arrested just a few months after Bash and I had reunited. I didn"t have proof that Bash"s mom was the caller, but I"d say my intuition about it was pretty spot on. I was just relieved that neither of us had heard a peep from his dad since that fucked up morning we broke up. We were all well and truly free of him. As for Ainsley, apparently she had ended up marrying that baseball player she sent the nudes to. Evidently he liked his chicks a little "coo coo kachoo".

"So how does it feel to be a Masters graduate, my love?" Bash asked, his hand coasting up and down my thigh as he drove.

"I"ll let you know once my brain catches back up with me after those last few exams this week," I grumbled dramatically, yet I couldn"t stop my smile. It had been a long three years, but I truly loved it. The other students in my cohort were wonderful, and I made some lasting friends from the experience. The next step would be to get my PhD, but I wanted to take a year off and enjoy some traveling with the love of my life. I was hoping to entice Bash to take a trip with me somewhere exotic this summer, and I had many deliciously sexy ways to bring him to my way of thinking. All of those ways involve lots of lube, toys and cum…and many, many orgasms. Can"t forget the orgasms.

"I"m so fucking proud of you, Micah. You are absolutely incredible, baby," Bash gushed, giving me a blinding smile that made butterflies spring to life in my stomach. He"d never stop having that effect on me. I knew that without a doubt.

"Thank you so much for everything you"ve done to get me through it, baby. I seriously could not have done it without you, Bash. I love you," I told him sincerely. I grabbed his hand off my thigh and brought it to my lips, giving it a firm kiss and holding it to my chest. Bash moved his eyes back to the road, and soon we were turning off of the street we were on.

I looked around in confusion, wondering why we were stopping near the river. "Uhh, Bash, is something wrong with the car? Why are we stopping?" He didn"t answer. He simply smiled to himself and directed the car towards a parking lot that was near the Congress Avenue bridge. Suddenly, I realized why we were here.

I broke out into a big smile, excited to see our little winged friends again. Bash and I tried to get down to the bridge at least once a year to see the bats take off, alternating between being up on the bridge itself and using a canoe like the first time. I had fallen in love with it during the first date Bash had planned, and my second tattoo was of a small, simple bat over my left pec that Bash matched with one of his own. My first tattoo was of course the one he had designed for me back that Christmas and it sat proudly on my right ribs. However, that had been a monumentally stupid idea because it hurt like a goddamn bitch to get. Did Bash try to warn me how painful it would be? Yes. Did I listen to his warning? No. No, I did not. I would rather move on from the shame of that, and will neither confirm nor deny the total breakdown I had during the process. Let"s move on, shall we?

We climbed out of the car and Bash took my hand, pulling me down to the river bank where we could look up at the bridge to our right. We had never seen it from down below like this unless we were on the river, but Bash had found us the perfect, unobstructed view.

I folded myself in his arms, curling around his waist as we waited for the bats to appear. Sometimes it took forever, but with the chorus of their squeaks and chirps escalating, I could tell they were about to head out.

"Thank you for bringing me here, BB," I whispered to him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "This was the perfect little gift at the end of a perfect day."

"Perfect, huh?" Bash smirked, cupping my jaw and stroking my cheek softly. Before I could answer, I heard a commotion from the bridge and I turned to see the bats flying out in dark, wispy waves from underneath. We had amazing timing. I detached from Bash and moved a little closer to the water, taking in the magical spectacle with a giant smile on my face. They flew overhead, and I closed my eyes and listened to the music they made with their fluttery wings.

"Micah?"

Bash"s voice had me turning around, but he wasn"t standing behind me. Instead, I looked down to see that he had dropped to one knee.

My hand flew to my mouth reflexively, covering the sob that came pouring out. Oh my God, he isn"t doing what I think he is, is he?…

Bash looked at me with a smile so bright with love and affection that it made my stomach flip flop within me. In his right hand, he held a small, black box unopened.

"Micah, I know it"s been a long road to us getting here, and I am thankful every single day that I have you in my life." Tears started streaming down my face, my heart so happy and full that my chest could barely contain it.

"You are my home. You are my happiness and light. You are the laughter in my days, and the strength in my body. You hold the key to my very soul. With every beat of my heart, I love you more and more, and my love for you will never stop growing because my heart will just stretch to make more room. I want you with me, by my side, for every second I"m still on this earth. Micah James Russo, will you be my husband? Marry me, baby."

"Yes! I want nothing more than to marry you, Bash! I love you so much!" I dropped to my knees in front of him, fusing our lips together in a desperate kiss that had us fighting for breath. He cradled the back of my head with his left hand, keeping me connected to him as long as we could before we had to come up for air.

"I am so in love with you, Micah. I cannot wait to marry you and be your husband," Bash said roughly, his voice thick with his own tears. The smile on his face was unrivaled as he opened the box and took out a beautiful silver ring that had etchings of vines wrapped around it. I loved it more than words could say.

"Put it on me, Bash." I urged him, my smile splitting my face. He slipped it on my finger, and it looked like it was meant to be there. I burst into even more tears as I threw my arms around him. My fiancé.

We were no longer a tragedy, but a romance fulfilled. We were the story that begged to be written. Our story lines intertwined into something far more beautiful than we could have ever hoped for. Our hearts had inevitably found their way back to each other, right where they belonged. Forever.