Epilogue
Six Months Later
Killian
“Hey, Glastonbury. You’ve been amazing. I never thought I’d find myself here performing in front of such a fantastic crowd. This year has been a bit of a whirlwind for me.”
I looked up into the wings to see Harvey standing there, a massive smile on his face.
“I know some of you might have seen the pictures, and yes, I’m gay.”
I laughed as a massive cheer erupted.
“I, erm. I’ve known this guy for a long time. We’ve been through some shit, but we’ve come out the other side. I wanted to dedicate this last song to him. I know I won’t do it as much justice as the original, but I hope you’ll join in with me.”
Harvey stood with his hands clutched to his chest. He knew what was coming. I hadn’t told him, but whenever he attended one of my concerts, it was always the last song. And although it wasn’t the one that had brought us together, it was the one that meant the most.
“Do you want to come over?” I asked him, but he shook his head, not one for the limelight. “Okay, you stay there. I love you.”
The crowd cheered again, and the bars of More Than Words started up.
As usual, every emotion I had surfaced, and I threw every one of them into the song until the final note sounded to rapturous applause.
Harvey was all smiles, clapping wildly. We’d moved on with our lives to a better place.
I took another bow and ran from the stage, straight into his arms.
“Fuck, I love you.” I grabbed his face and kissed him, not caring about the people standing around us. “Will you marry me?”
Where were all the cheers coming from? I didn’t understand.
“Killian,” Duncan shouted over the noise. “Your mic’s still on. I think everyone heard that.”
I looked out into the crowd and laughed.
“I’d best do it properly then.” I dragged Harvey out onto the stage. He relented, knowing we couldn’t get away with hiding this.
“You okay?” I asked him, my hand over the microphone.
He nodded. “Just do it.”
I dropped to one knee. “Guys, I don’t have a ring. This wasn’t exactly planned, but what the fuck. Let’s do it, anyway.”
I took his hand in mine and gazed into the eyes of the man who’d turned my life around. Not just the past months, but for four years since the moment I’d met him, I knew somehow that we were meant to be together. We’d had our ups and downs, but he was my person.
“Will you marry me, Harvey?”
Shouts of ‘yes’ sounded around the field, becoming a loud chant.
“I think they want to know, Harv. What do you say?”
“Yes. Of course it’s yes.”
I jumped to my feet and swept him into a hug. Best fucking day of my life.
Harvey
It had been a week since he’d proposed in such a public fashion. He’d been in the moment when he’d asked me, not realising his mic was on, and there was no escaping it after that.
Not that I minded. Not one bit. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to be his husband.
The past six months since we’d reconnected had been the best of my life. We’d spoken every day without fail. Even when he was on tour, he made time to call me. Sometimes it was late at night, but I always stayed up to wait for him.
Sleep never came until we’d said our goodnights. Only then could I settle to sleep. He said it was the same for him.
He’d gradually moved into my place in Parkgate. It was plenty big enough. Killian didn’t have that much anyway, and we’d turned the spare bedroom into a music room for him where he’d write his songs.
Occasionally, he’d be recognised, but mostly, we lived a secluded life with Jasper.
“Turn over, baby, then on your knees.”
I loved it when he called me that. I still preferred Harv, but baby was just as good.
I did as he asked and flipped onto my stomach. I knew what was coming next and couldn’t wait.
I shuffled onto my knees and clasped my hands in front of me, my eyes never leaving the black band on my ring finger.
We hadn’t tied the knot yet, but the moment we’d left the festival, we headed for the nearest jewellers, where we’d found this ring.
They only had one, but in true Killian style, he begged the jeweller to make another. It should arrive soon.
Until then, I wore the object of his love and refused to take it off. Unless I were cleaning the toilets, of course. I didn’t want to lose it forever.
“I love that we don’t use condoms anymore.”
I did, too. We had initially, but after both getting tested, we did away with them. Killian remained true to me even though he spent time on the road. We’d vowed to always be together, and I had no reason to distrust him.
“Ooh, sting.” But a good sting as he pushed inside me. I loved being stretched wide, and he didn’t disappoint. The first time was good. I could take a couple of fingers no problem, but nothing prepared you for the stretch and burn of a solid cock.
And by God, his was solid.
“Relax, Harv.” He slid in further, his balls finally flush with my arse. “In your own time.”
I breathed deeply and slowly edged forward before slamming back onto his cock.
“Oh, yeah. That’s good.” I moaned. “Faster and harder. You know how I like it.”
Most times, our lovemaking was tender, but today, we were fitting in a quick fuck before the car turned up to whisk him away for a few days.
Needing to feel him for days, this was the best way.
“Nuff said.” He pounded into me, never slowing down. I reached between my legs and wanked furiously, knowing we had just minutes.
His bags were already packed and waiting by the door, but we both needed this.
“I fucking love you.” He slammed harder, his hips digging into me. I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care. They’d match the love bites on my body. Killian very much liked to mark me whenever he could, and he got no complaints from me.
“I love you, too,” I said and braced myself. He was close, and so was I.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” He filled me with his release, and seconds later, I came into my hand.
“I’ll never tire of that, but when I get back, we’re going to take it nice and slow.” He climbed off the bed.
“Agreed.” I rolled onto my back and turned to face him. “Do you have to go?”
“You know I do, but I’ll be home soon.” He bent to kiss me, a tender kiss that promised more than he said. “Don’t miss me too much.”
He grinned and walked into the bathroom, his taut arse ripe for biting.
What had I done to deserve him? He’d stuck by me when others might have left. He’d been my rock, my support, and my lover.
My life would never be the same again, and that was all that mattered.
We had everything we needed.
We had each other.
We had a lifetime of tomorrows.
THE END