24. Epilogue

24

Epilogue

I t wasn't perfect overnight.

Quinn let Zane lie low at his place, but in the spare bedroom. Zane respected the boundaries, and although he flirted and flashed Quinn his smug smile, he didn't try to take their relationship any further. Quinn thought it would be weird, having Zane living with him, but it wasn't. They watched TV together, ate together, cooked, and cleaned, played chess and Scrabble, read books at the same time with a lamp glowing in the corner, and although lust bubbled away, Quinn held back and enjoyed this time with Zane outside of sexual intimacy.

No one thought to look for Zane Black in Water Hollow. He could walk through the village unchallenged and had visited the allotment to see what Quinn was growing.

Quinn made the first move, two weeks after Zane had been released. He'd cooked Zane dinner with ingredients from the allotment. Zane moaned throughout and complimented Quinn's culinary skill. Quinn would've been flattered, but Zane had been living off prison meals for the last few years, and anything would've tasted better.

Quinn finally settled down to watch the finale of Shops and Cops , ready for the next series to begin. He sat beside Zane, their shoulders pressing together. The third book of The Oslo Chronicles was on the coffee table with a bookmark poking out roughly halfway through.

Zane had devoured the second book and promised to take Quinn to see the movie of the first book at the cinema as soon as it was released.

The ending credits ran up the screen. Zane exhaled, about to say something, but Quinn leaned in and pressed his lips to Zane's mouth.

Zane groaned, parting his lips, encouraging more, and Quinn ran out of reasons to resist.

The kiss was hot and hard, and Quinn ran his fingers into Zane's hair and pulled the strands. Zane moaned around Quinn's tongue and shifted on the sofa, turning his body so they could be chest to chest.

He broke the kiss. "You sure?"

Quinn nodded feverishly.

Zane pushed Quinn's chest, guiding him down to the sofa. Quinn pulled his legs up as he lay down and opened them for Zane to stretch out on top of him.

Their cocks brushed, but there were too many layers between them and it only added frustration to their frantic kissing. Zane pulled away, getting to his feet. He removed his trousers while Quinn hurried to get his own down his legs. When he reached for his boxers, Zane stopped him.

"I want to," Zane panted, groping Quinn through the thin fabric.

Quinn's eyes rolled back, and he dropped his arms by his sides and let Zane touch him. He felt Zane's nails slightly catch his skin as he grabbed the waistband and eased them down.

"Look at you," Zane breathed.

Quinn opened his eyes to a loud thump. Zane had dropped to his knees beside the sofa, and his expression was awed when his dark eyes took Quinn in.

Quinn's stomach fluttered. He wasn't used to people looking at him with that much want .

Zane's warm breath tickled Quinn's cock, ghosting the length until he squirmed. When Zane got to the tip, he licked so hesitantly Quinn whined and pressed his head back into the sofa. Zane's licks and kisses were featherlight, so soft Quinn wasn't convinced it was happening. His mind was spiralling with need and filling in the gaps, and he jerked his hips forward.

Zane chuckled and pinned Quinn down.

"You're dripping, and I haven't even put you in my mouth yet."

Quinn gasped when Zane's tongue lapped at the beads dripping from the tip. Zane traced the seam of Quinn's cock with the point of his tongue, then moved in small, repetitive circles. A moan straggled its way out of Quinn's throat, and he only just managed not to splutter on it. The slow touches were maddening, and the room spun with his dizziness.

"Zane…"

When the head of his cock was engulfed in warmth, Quinn tried to buck his hips, but Zane held him still. He was helpless to the pleasure. The heat of Zane's mouth, matched with the softness, was almost too much to handle. His cock was encased in warm silk and being rubbed gently by the flat of Zane's tongue.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Quinn moaned, rolling his head and curling his toes until they ached. Zane leaned back, chuckled, then gripped the base of Quinn's cock and lowered his open mouth. He didn't suck. He just held, taking Quinn all the way.

Quinn quivered, and shook, and begged for more.

Zane sucked, just a tug of pressure, but the effect was electric. Quinn's heart pounded, and he gasped for breath.

Zane sucked again, another tug of suction, and Quinn whined and curled his fingers into the cushion beneath him until he trembled. Zane tortured him with powerful sucks, stronger, and longer each time, before he relaxed and held Quinn's flushed erection in his mouth.

"I can't," Quinn breathed.

Zane pulled off with a wet slap and mumbled, "Can't what?"

Quinn had no idea. His brain couldn't process. The room was spinning; his elevated heart rate was jolting his body, and he was heaving for breath.

"I can't," he said again, hoping it was enough.

Zane laughed lightly, then took Quinn into his mouth again. He sucked, and the walls of Zane's mouth pressed on Quinn's sensitive cock.

Then he hummed.

Quinn whimpered as he came, brain whiting out when he was hit with an intense wave of pleasure. The orgasm pulsed in every part of him, and he shivered and gasped as if he had been starved of air.

Zane released Quinn from his mouth, smiling smugly. "You have no idea how difficult that's been, wanting to do that to you, but knowing I had to wait until you were ready. I want to make you come all the goddamn time, Quinn."

"Will you take me upstairs?" Quinn asked.

"To your room?"

"I don't mind which, as long as it's one of them."

Zane smiled and helped Quinn up from the sofa. "Both. It's got to be both."

Zane's cheeks were stained red, his lashes fluttered with each angled thrust, and the most delicate of noises breezed through his lips. He cursed, shook his head, and repeatedly told Quinn he wasn't going to last.

"You feel too good."

Quinn wrapped his arms around Zane's neck and rocked his body at a quicker pace, startling moans of surprise from Zane's pliant mouth. He used Zane's neck as leverage and slid Zane's cock into his body. His arms ached, and the muscles in his back tightened with strain, but he kept fucking himself on Zane's cock. Zane panted, scrunched his face, trying his best to hold on, but Quinn wanted to break him.

He could feel how close Zane was, and before he could come apart completely, Quinn pushed against his chest. Zane made a wounded sound at being denied his orgasm, but Quinn wasn't done. He rolled Zane onto his back and used his mouth on Zane to finish him off.

Zane moaned and shuddered as he orgasmed. His cum filled Quinn's mouth, and he did his best to swallow it all down as Zane heaved for breath above him.

"You," Zane said, with a growl in his voice. He grabbed Quinn and hauled him up his chest to kiss him on the lips. All Quinn could taste was Zane, and he kissed into his mouth, sharing the bitter tang of cum. They both groaned and kissed each other harder.

They'd started in Zane's bedroom because it had been closer to the stairs but had to relocate to Quinn's bedroom, closer to the lube in Quinn's bedside drawers.

Both beds had twisted duvets, sweaty sheets, and pillows scattered on the floor.

"I thought you were holding out until the camping trip," Zane said a while later.

"I was." Quinn pressed his nose into the side of Zane's neck. "But I couldn't help myself." He drew back. "You know they will find you eventually…"

"Who?"

"The press."

Zane stiffened. "I know. But it's okay."

Quinn frowned.

"Because one person knows the truth," Zane continued, squeezing Quinn to him. "One person knows me and wants me, and they can't take that away."

"They can't," Quinn agreed.

"But I'm not saying it will be easy. It's going to be hard, for you too, Quinn."

"You're worth it."

Quinn nodded, then craned his neck to get to Zane's mouth. They traded leisurely kisses and roaming touches.

Mars broke the moment by meowing at them from the open door.

"Do you want to take him with us?" Zane asked.

Quinn snorted. "Being zipped up with Mars inside a tent is a recipe for disaster."

Zane pressed his mouth to Quinn's temple. "I'll go feed him."

"Really?"

"Really," Zane echoed, climbing out of bed. He frowned, searching for his boxers, before Quinn reminded him they were in the other room.

Quinn sighed, sinking back into his pillow, and allowed himself to drift. The bed shifted ten minutes later as Zane rejoined him.

Zane knelt on the bed. "I've…got you something."

"Huh?"

Quinn stared at the tickets in Zane's hand. On closer inspection, they were flights.

"I still have a bank account," Zane said. "And it's not empty. I got a bus to town while you were meeting with your professor a few days ago and booked some flights and a place to stay."

"In Iceland?"

Quinn gaped.

"Picture it," Zane murmured. "Me and you, snuggled up in our glass igloo, staring up at the northern lights."

"I've—I've always wanted to go here. How—how could you possibly know that?"

Zane's eyes glinted. A smug smile spread his lips. "I didn't, but I hoped you'd like it."

"I…I don't know what to say."

"How about a kiss instead?" Zane suggested.

Quinn sat up and captured Zane's mouth in a firm kiss. He could feel the shape of Zane's lips, the smug smile, and he set out to remove it from his face. He parted Zane's lips with gentle suction, then curled their tongues together. Zane groaned and tugged Quinn closer. The heat and glide of their tongues sent pleasant tingles down Quinn's body to his toes, and his cock began to stiffen. Zane seemed just as affected by their kiss and tilted his hips forward, an erection evident in his boxers.

"One condition," Zane grunted, pulling away.

"What's that?"

"When I'm blowing you in that damn igloo, I want at least half of your attention."

Quinn hummed. "Depends how good the northern lights are."

"Not as good as a long, slow blowjob…"

"We'll see."

"I suggest we practise right now," Zane purred.

"I think that's a very good idea," Quinn replied as Zane pushed him down on the bed.

The end.