Epilogue
Langston
Cove whimpered and moaned as I rimmed him, humming as I did so. His legs were spread wide and pulled back against his chest, giving me all the access I needed to make him lose his mind and to prep him for me.
Today marked one year since he’d started therapy sessions, and I wanted to reward him for it.
I was so proud of him for every step he’d made in bettering himself and healing from all the trauma in his past. He was so much more open now, and I loved the bit of weight he’d gained.
And fuck, watching him do yoga every morning just about killed me.
I couldn’t count know how many times I’d interrupted one of his sessions to get a quick fuck in.
My needy boy never denied me though. He always seemed to want me just as badly as I wanted him, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
He’d gone from not knowing anything to practically begging me for it, touching me every chance he got. He drove me crazy.
But if it meant he was mine, I never wanted to be sane again.
“Langston,” he begged, panting. I knew he needed to come, but he had a thing about not wanting to come unless I was inside of him or he was in my mouth.
I rose up over him, aligning my cock with his perfect hole. “You ready for me, baby boy?”
He eagerly nodded his head, those stunning eyes locked on me. I eased inside of him, groaning at the feel. No matter how many times we fucked, no matter what position we were in, each time was better than the time before it. I hoped we never lost the magic between us.
“Oh, fuck,” he choked out, clutching at me, his legs coming to wrap around my waist. I let my weight settle over him and began to lightly thrust in and out, savoring this time together, making sweet love to him.
Because today was important in more ways than one, and I wanted him to remember it as one of the best days he’d ever had.
Nothing could taint this day. I wouldn’t let it.
He sobbed, burying his face against my shoulder as his cum began to spurt between us, his nails digging into my back. I groaned, holding off on my own. I needed to see my beautiful boy come for me one more time before I allowed myself to spill inside of him.
“Baby boy, where’d you go?” I called as I stepped out of the bedroom.
He’d dipped out of the shower before me for once, saying he needed to check on something.
I hadn’t thought twice about it, but he’d never come back, and his underwear drawer was hanging open a little, so whatever he’d had to check, he had to get there in a rush.
“In here!” he called.
I made my way into the living room. He was sitting cross-legged on the couch, one of his diaries clutched in his grasp.
I took a seat beside him, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
With warm cheeks and shaky hands, he held the diary out to me.
I frowned. These were always personal to him.
I didn’t want to invade that kind of privacy.
“Baby—”
“Please read the last journal entry,” he whispered.
Swallowing thickly, I grabbed the journal from him and opened up the back, flipping until the last diary entry began.
Langston,
Normally, I write “dear diary” when I start these things, but today, I thought I should write to you, tell you things I struggle to say out loud where the universe can hear me and judge me.
Because you know, anxiety. It’s fucking great, right?
Sorry about the curse word there. You can be a really bad influence.
My lips twitched with a smile. This boy of mine was so fucking adorable, and I loved him to pieces for it.
I wanted to thank you for never giving up on me. I know our past was shitty. You weren’t the kindest person, and I’m not stupid enough to ever try to romanticize what you did to me. But I’m glad that you decided to knock on my door a year ago. I’m glad you wanted to bring me something to eat.
Because that night, I was contemplating suicide before you came banging on the door.
You saved my life, Langston.
I thought I had nothing else to live for, and I was so tired of all the darkness. Even if I turned on every light in this apartment, it was still pitch black. And it scared me. I couldn’t escape it.
But when you showed up, not once judging me in my comfy onesie, not once looking at me with pity when I burst into tears in your arms, I saw the flicker of a light, Langston.
It was so small, but I saw it. And now, I know that light was you.
Because you make everything glow. Where it was once nothing but pitch-black darkness, it’s now a gorgeous, yellow light, as if the sun decided to come light up my world itself.
I wish I could repay half the things you’ve done for me, but I don’t know how to repay someone who literally gave me my life back. I think that’s an impossible thing to do.
But because I want you to know how much I love you, how thankful I am that you’re in my life, how thankful I am that you’ve helped me see how beautiful the world is again, I want to commit myself to you, if you’ll have me.
So, Langston, will you marry me? Will you continue to make my world light up every single day?
Love,
Cove.
I swallowed thickly, raising my shiny eyes to my sweet boy. He was nervously twisting his fingers in his lap, staring down at the carpet beneath our feet, but when I cupped the side of his neck, he jerked his head up to mine, his eyes awash with nervous tears.
“Baby boy,” I rasped, my throat thick with so much happiness and a mix of sadness that was almost overwhelming, “I won’t just light up your world every single day.
” I brushed a tear off his cheek with my thumb when it rolled down.
I smiled softly at him, my own lips trembling.
“I’ll even burn brighter for you on the days that darkness tries creeping back in.
” I tugged him closer, sealing my lips over his for a moment. “Yes, baby boy, I’ll marry you.”
He launched himself into my arms, making me fall back on the couch. But I just gripped the backs of his thighs and fused our mouths together again, letting our actions speak the words we couldn’t manage to at that moment.
This sweet boy had come so far, and he was even brave enough to put his entire heart and soul on the line to ask me to marry him.
As if I’d have ever said no.
“I love you,” I whispered, pulling his sweats down his legs.
He wiggled out of them before freeing my shaft from my briefs, sinking himself down on me. I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as my sweet boy wrapped around me. “I’ll never stop loving you,” Cove promised.
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