Epilogue

"There's easily sixty, maybe eighty men in here with us." Bryan's sultry voice whispered directly into Angelo's ear, hot breath tickling across skin still damp from Bryan's last few nips and kisses. "Hot, tanned men in thongs and sandals, and not much else. All here for you, Voltini. All here to admire you."

Angelo shivered despite the warmth of the beach house, imagining the scenario exactly as Bryan described it to him. The interior of their spacious beach rental had an open first floor with an entire wall of windows facing the ever-changing ocean, and a lofted bedroom that overlooked the majority of the living space and those windows. After dumping their duffel bags on the king-size bed, they'd popped the champagne their host had left for them and fallen into a familiar role-play.

They were alone in the home, but as Angelo stood at the waist-high rail overlooking the first floor, eyes shut as earlier commanded, he could see the house teeming with guests. Guests directly from Fire Island or any good porn set, packages barely covered by skimpy swimsuits, six-packs glistening with lotion and sweat from the day's sun. The house was silent except for their excited breathing, but Angelo heard the music in his mind, pouring over the sound system, so loud it probably annoyed the neighbors, but who cared?

This was his and Bryan's first vacation as a couple, and Angelo was going to enjoy himself. A lot.

Bryan's hands squeezed Angelo's hips, his own erection pressing firmly into Angelo's crease, undeterred by the thin fabric of his board shorts. It wouldn't take much for Bryan to shove those flimsy shorts down and push his dick inside Angelo, deep into the place where Angelo longed to be filled. It had been too damned long since Bryan had fucked him, and that had been part of the game. Part of the anticipation of right now, of finally being alone to celebrate not only Bryan's third month as a completely free man, but also their financial windfall in the form of Joe Tilly's last wish.

"Abstaining will be worth it," Bryan had said two weeks ago, when Angelo explained the sudden beach house vacancy. A long-time client of Angelo's had needed someone to take over the last week of a month-long rental after a family emergency, and he'd offered it to Angelo with two-weeks notice.

The bonus part of working for himself was that Angelo could take his vacation time whenever he wanted, and all of his current projects were stable enough that he'd said yes immediately. Bryan, the devil, had seen a chance for them to have some true alone time, a hundred miles away from friends and family, and to simply exist for six days and nights in a beachfront home in July. And Bryan had put a moratorium on intercourse until they arrived.

Naturally, Angelo had done everything in his seductive repertoire to change Bryan's mind, but no matter how many times Angelo walked around the carriage house naked, flashed his pre-lubed ass, or tried to seduce Bryan with filthy verbal promises, Bryan only smirked at him and told him how many days remained until Beach Day.

Now, they were finally fucking here, and he was so fucking ready! Angelo could see the people all around, dancing and drinking and eager to adore him, and he could hear the bass-heavy thumpa-thumpa of the dance music he loved. But Bryan wasn't giving him enough room to dance, his thick cock trapping Angelo's abdomen between Bryan and the balcony rail.

"This is your beach house, Voltini," Bryan purred, "bought by years of your brilliance and hard work. All these men? They admire your creativity and business savvy. They not only want to fuck you, they want to be you. They want everything you've got."

"They can't," Angelo rasped. "Can't have you. Mine."

"Yes, I am. And you're mine."

"Fuck, yes. Need you."

"Not yet." He slipped his right hand down, slowly trailing warm fingers across Angelo's flat stomach and stopping just above his pubes. He traced tiny circles that made Angelo whine and pant, so close to where he needed Bryan to touch. To grope and squeeze and stroke until he came in his shorts like a preteen boy getting his first hasty hand job under the slide at the city park.

Bryan's left hand pinched Angelo's nipple hard enough to earn a sharp yelp. Angelo's eyelids fluttered open once, the barest of slits, before squeezing shut. The shock of the pain swirled with his soaring anticipation and left him slightly dizzy.

"Is your hole ready for me?" Bryan asked then licked the shell of his ear again. "Did you spend all day cleaning and decorating for this party with a thick plug up your ass? Hard and dripping but unable to come for the cock ring I told you to wear?"

None of that had happened, but Angelo floated along on the fantasy that yes, he'd spent time this morning inserting a big black plug into his ass, and then securing his cock and balls with the rubber ring, as Bryan ordered over the phone. Telling him what to do so he'd be ready when Bryan arrived that night. It was a scenario they'd talked about once, last month, when Angelo let it slip he'd sometimes fantasized about being a kept boy for a rich, older sugar daddy. They'd fleshed it out and saved it for this vacation.

Saved it for the right time and the right relationship, when Angelo could truly trust enough to let go and play. When he was in love and happy and willing to do whatever his partner asked for a brief period of negotiated time. Like this exact moment.

"I did," Angelo replied, everything in him wishing it was true. That he was wet and stretched and ready to be bent over the rail and fucked, until he didn't know where he ended and Bryan began. "Been waiting, saving my hole for months, just for you. So hungry for your cock. I used your favorite plug."

"Good." Bryan finally squeezed the base of Angelo's cock, and Angelo moaned loud enough to hear it over the roar of the dance music and chatting voices. Loud enough to make heads turn, gazes lock on their lone forms on the balcony. "Should I show you off, pretty? Let them see the goods only I get to fondle and suck?"

"Yes, please, show them." In reality, Angelo would never want eighty people staring at his junk, especially not while aroused, but this fantasy was safe. Bryan was safe.

Both of Bryan's hands left his body, and then cool air circled Angelo's cock as his shorts were pulled down. He'd already taken off his t-shirt and, after stepping out of his shorts, was naked to his guests and anyone who happened to be chilling on the deck. Naked and aching and ready to do whatever his sugar daddy asked of him.

"Turn around. Face me."

Angelo did, keeping one hand on the rail for balance, eyes still firmly shut.

"Kneel and open your mouth."

Oh hell, yes.

He followed direction again, spreading his knees for the right balance, and opened for the thick, hot erection that immediately pressed inside. He relaxed his jaw for Bryan and savored the taste of the man on his tongue. The heavy weight and scent and practiced way Bryan fucked his willing mouth. A few slow, gentle thrusts followed by sharp, deep shoves. Once he pushed deep into Angelo's throat and held there for about ten seconds, leaving Angelo slightly panting and desperate for more. For Bryan to shove into his throat and come, emptying right into his stomach so Angelo didn't miss a drop. But Bryan had other plans.

He eased out, helped Angelo stand, and then turned him, putting Angelo's hands back on the rail. "Stay here while I remove the plug," Bryan said.

Angelo shivered, chest burning with desire for his man and his beautifully imagined script. A kind of action reversal, since no way would Angelo have conceded to the two-hour drive while wearing a plug of any size. He spread his legs, though, and waited. Heard the pop of the lube cap.

Fingers spread his cheeks. "Look at that pretty black plug base," Bryan said. "Time for it to come out, baby. Ready?"

"Hell, yeah."

Bryan pressed two lubed fingers into his ass, and Angelo whined as he imagined the reverse was true: instead of two fingers going in, the thick plug was working itself back out of his body. Instead of Bryan getting him wet and working him loose, he was gently easing the fat plug out of his stretched hole.

"Look at that pretty gape," Bryan cooed, while scissoring those two fingers wide. Angelo moaned loud enough to echo in the cavernous room. "Has a pretty little cocksucker like you ever taken a fist?"

"No." And that was the truth. Angelo wasn't sure he would ever want to, either, but he sailed high on the fantasy. "Do you…want to?"

Bryan pinched his ass cheek. "That's not for our guests to see or hear, is it?"

The question drew Angelo back into the fantasy of being watched at a crowded party, and he smiled. "No, it's not. Please, fuck me. I need you so badly."

"Soon. I can't stop admiring your hole. Maybe they can see your dick, but your hole is all mine, isn't it, Voltini?"

"Yes, all yours."

"You're giving it to me."

"God, yes."

"Are you sure?" The slightest quaver in Bryan's voice drew Angelo away from the fantasy for a moment. He reached behind him to find and clasp one of Bryan's hands. They'd talked about this last month before having all the blood tests done: a hard commitment and choice to ditch condoms and go bare. Angelo had shocked himself by being the one to bring it up, because he'd never in his forty years been settled or committed enough to one guy to go bare. It had never even occurred to him he might choose to one day.

Not until he met Bryan and discovered everything his life had been missing. Not until he fulfilled the conditions of Joe's final wishes and received a settlement in the low-six-figures, and Bryan refused to take his promised share. Angelo needed it to fulfill his own debts, Bryan had said, and to keep from losing any of his investment houses. Angelo had insisted a deal was a deal.

But Bryan was comfortable in his job on Otis's crew, and he hadn't wanted the handout. Hadn't wanted the temptations that came with a big chunk of money, so Bryan had insisted they take his share and put it away, into some sort of retirement fund and plan for their future, rather than spend it on a new car or other luxury items.

In that moment, Angelo Voltini had fallen head-over-ass in love with Bryan Gillespie. And he wanted nothing more than to share this new thing with his lover.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, baby," Angelo replied. "Be my first and only?"

"Yes."

Air shifted behind him. Clothing whispered, and then familiar pressure at his hole made Angelo sigh. Bryan rubbed and squeezed his ass cheeks as he pushed inside in slow, firm thrusts, claiming Angelo inch by glorious inch. Once he was fully seated, Bryan pressed his forehead to the back of Angelo's neck and whispered, "I love you."

"Love you, too." He clenched just to hear Bryan moan. "Now let's give our audience the show they came for."

Bryan laughed, the sound seeming to reverberate out his dick and into Angelo's body. "Yes, let's. Tonight, and for the rest of our lives."

"That's a promise."

And they did, moving together as one, creating a beautiful melody that existed only for them and no one else. Building to a crescendo with hard slams and messy, sideways kisses, and always, always love and affection and devotion to each other. Angelo's thighs and abs burned, and he could barely catch his breath, and it was as simple as it was profound. Two men loving each other, chasing climax together.

Angelo didn't know who came first or last, only that they were both coming. Shouting. Existing in wave after wave of toe-curling pleasure. They ended up on the floor together, sweaty and covered in come, and kissing each other through rolling aftershocks of the best sex of Angelo's life. And overjoyed in knowing that his life with Bryan had only just begun.