Epilogue

EPILOGUE

CHARLIE

Three months later

Charlie moaned with pleasure as Sebastian ploughed him from behind. He couldn't believe it had been almost five since the night they first met, and they still couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was like a decade in gay years.

"I'm close, gorgeous," Sebastian growled in his ear.

He held up his palm in front of Charlie's face for him to lick, before taking hold of his cock and going to work on him. The sensation of Sebastian nailing his prostate and his big hands wanking him off took him over the edge in seconds. Sebastian groaned in Charlie's ear as he came. They'd ditched condoms a couple of months ago and there was nothing hotter than when Sebastian came inside him.

Before they could come down from the high, the doorbell rang.

"Who the fuck is that? We told people not to be here for another hour."

"Relax. I'll see to it. You just take five and then come down and join us."

He pulled out of Charlie and guided him to lie flat on the bed. Charlie heard rummaging in the bedside drawer. The doorbell rang again, and before he could say anything, he felt something hard against his hole. Sebastian didn't wait a beat before pushing the plug inside Charlie.

"I want you to keep that in all night, and I'll eat my come out of you later."

His boyfriend was such a come whore, but he loved it, and he was too wrung out from the orgasm to protest. Sebastian kissed his forehead and pulled on some joggers and a T-shirt before going to see who was at the door. A few moments later, he heard Jason's loud voice. Sebastian greeting him at the door in joggers could be dangerous, but probably more for Jason's heart. Charlie chuckled and dragged himself upright. It was only Jason downstairs, so he could grab a shower. He didn't want to be smelling of sex at the party.

Charlie made the shower quick and contemplated taking the plug out for a second, but it would give him a distraction. He loved everyone who was coming tonight, but he was hosting, and it made him nervous. He wasn't like Jason. Charlie didn't want to be the centre of attention, but then, neither did Jason. He just couldn't help himself.

His clothes for the evening were ready, so he quickly dressed and made himself look good. A quick tidy up of the bedroom would get rid of any evidence of their earlier activities, and he spritzed some of Sebastian's aftershave. He loved the smell, even though it cost a fortune.

Once he joined them downstairs, he was shocked to see Patrick there. Sebastian looked bemused by whatever was going on. He saw Charlie and said he was going to get changed.

"They arrived together, but I couldn't get any details," he whispered in Charlie's ear.

Interesting. Jason and Patrick's paths had crossed a few times, given their besties were in a relationship. There was definitely some simmering tension between them, but Patrick had kept Jason at arm's length and called him a brat. It was clear Jason saw Patrick as a potential conquest, but maybe there was more there. He had a sense for these things. He'd called it on Deacon and Hunter, who were now happily together, although they'd had a tough time getting there.

His job at Steele Property Holdings was going well. He'd hired some great people – poaching a couple from Sumptua, given they hadn't mentioned it in the settlement agreement he'd signed. Nathaniel had probably assumed he was no threat. Charlie had a client clause, but it expired after three months, so Charlie could make some approaches for people he wanted to work with imminently. He hadn't officially launched his consultancy business yet. He was following Gregory's advice about setting up his platform first, focusing on branding, website, products, and pricing. Of course, Charlie was being too modest, and Sebastian had gently suggested he put his rates up, which had caused a disagreement. The following evening he'd gone through a PowerPoint of what Charlie should price his services at, which was cute, hilarious, and hot. Charlie loved a PowerPoint presentation.

It was such an adorable thing for Sebastian to do, Charlie had asked if he could move in. His boyfriend didn't hesitate to say yes. Sebastian had only moved in himself two weeks before. They'd bought an Edwardian townhouse near Regent's Park, which had left little change out of ten million quid. Charlie had gotten used to their differences when it came to money, and Sebastian respected his wishes and didn't pay for everything. Of course, he wouldn't take any money off Charlie to live here, as he called it their home.

Before he could get pulled into the bizarreness of how much his life had changed in the last four months, other guests arrived for their housewarming party. This included all his friends, who were still getting used to Charlie having moved out. They were fully supportive, but it was an adjustment because, for most of them, they had lived together since their second year at university, which was eight years ago. His mum arrived with Paolo, who was always happy to be her chaperone. Bex was over from New York with her husband and the girls, who arrived just as Sebastian came back downstairs looking gorgeous, as always. He'd only been gone ten minutes.

Charlie was pulled into a hug by Langdon and winced as the plug pushed against his prostate. He looked concerned at Charlie, going into big brother mode.

"It's okay. I'm wearing a plug."

Langdon cracked up laughing, which caused the other guys to rush over and see what was going on. Of course, Langdon told them. Even Paolo, who was the most prudish of them all, laughed. Of course, Jason took it further.

"Sebastian," he shouted.

He looked up and Jason gave him a big thumbs-up with a devious smile. The others laughed. Sebastian flushed, realising what they were talking about, before shaking his head and smiling fondly at Charlie. He knew the boys told each other everything – well, within reason.

A minute later, he heard Bex crack up laughing, and it was Charlie's turn to blush. Sebastian grinned at him. He'd get him back for that later.

"Jason, why did you arrive with Patrick?"

Jason looked flustered and went to speak, but couldn't. This caused all the friends to laugh because the one thing he could always do was speak, especially if it was about sex. What was going on with those two? He glared at them, and then his face morphed into a devilish grin. Someone was about to be metaphorically bitch-slapped.

"Guess what I heard Langdon scream last night when he was getting railed by his ginger lumber snack?"

"You little shit."

Langdon went to grab Jason, who squealed loudly, causing everyone to look at them. Patrick walked over.

"What's going on, over here?" he asked, smiling.

"Nothing, just girl talk," said Jason, a bit too quickly.

"How about you come with me, Jason? This is Charlie and Sebastian's party. You don't need to be the centre of attention tonight, do you?"

Jason shook his head and followed Patrick without another word.

"What the fuck just happened?" asked Paolo.

This caused a collection of gasps because Paolo was someone who rarely swore. It was something they teased him about, all in good fun. But he had a point. What the fuck was all that about? He'd never seen Jason be quieted so quickly. Tomorrow's brunch was going to be fun.

He was snapped out of his friends' dramas when he saw his boyfriend heading his way. He gave him a quick kiss before subtly cupping his arse and pressing the plug. Charlie had to suppress a groan.

"You may as well groan out loud. Everyone knows it's there now, even your mother."

"What?"

"She overheard, but thought it was funny."

He wanted the ground to swallow him, so he never had to see any of these people again. His mum had always spoken openly about sex, but there were limitations.

"I'm going to take it out."

"I'll come with you."

"No, you need to stay here and entertain our guests, or I won't tell you what I found out about Jason and Patrick."

"That's not fair."

"Those are my terms, Mr Steele."

Sebastian laughed, and then slapped him on the arse with perfect aim on the plug. Charlie almost came in his pants. He glared at Sebastian before discreetly making his way upstairs. A few people looked his way. Hopefully, they would think he was going to the toilet.

That hope was shot to shit when he heard a cheer before the love of his life came bounding up the stairs after him with that gorgeous smile on his face. Who knew if they'd even make it back to the party?