Epilogue
“You have forty-five minutes until your next class. You can play one round,” Damon said, his brown eyes pleading.
Elliot sighed dramatically and tossed his backpack onto his bed. He launched toward the console under the TV and grabbed the only controller that Damon hadn't gotten gunked up with peanut butter.
“Yes!” Damon said as Elliot tossed him a sticky controller and plopped onto the beanbag.
Elliot and Damon got into the same college and had, of course, decided to room together. They practically lived together anyway.
The summer after senior year had been spent the way all of their summers were spent—video games, pool parties, and not much else—except for one little difference.
There was a lot more kissing…and other stuff.
Damon’s mom walked in on them while they were hot and heavy within the first two weeks that they officially got together. She was less surprised with what she saw than either of them thought she’d be.
Elliot came out to his mom and dad, and they, too, were unsurprised that Elliot and Damon were dating.
“Just use protection,” Elliot’s mom had said.
Elliot's face heated, and he hid behind his hands. “Mom!”
“Of course, Ms. Croft,” Damon said, grinning, completely shameless.
Their first semester of college had been harder than either of them had anticipated. Elliot had to figure out how to juggle his courses and working part-time at the vet clinic, while Damon did the same with his classes and collegiate-level fall conditioning for baseball.
Second semester was easier, or maybe they’d finally gotten into the swing of things. Breakfast, class, lunch, class, work or baseball practice, dinner, video games, getting each other off.
“Hostiles in the upper attic portion,” Damon said.
“Where?”
“The floor with the hole. You have to jump off the stairs to get to it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Damon shoved Elliot’s shoulder with his foot. “Over there!”
“Where?”
“Oh my god!” Damon walked his player into a relatively safe corridor and crawled over to Elliot. He hovered over him from behind, wrapping his arms around him and covering his hands with his own. Damon’s thumbs nudged Elliot’s player in the right direction.
“There,” Damon said in a huffy breath that tickled his ear. Elliot’s head fell to the side, giving Damon more access to his neck. “You see it now?”
“Uh huh,” Elliot said, letting Damon’s hands do all the work of killing the hostiles while on his controller.
“You suck at this game.”
“No, I don’t,” he said. “You suck at life.”
“Wow. Good one.”
Elliot turned his head, their mouths inches away from one another.
Damon’s eyes darted from the screen to Elliot, falling to his lips. “We could be quick.”
“If you wanted to fool around, you should have just said so,” he said.
“I was trying to get you more hours on this game so you didn’t completely embarrass our team when we played as a squad tonight.” Damon tossed the controller and climbed onto Elliot’s lap, his knees squishing into the beanbag.
“Oh, you’re embarrassed of me, huh?”
“Yep. Your skills are terrible,” Damon said, cupping his jaw.
“All of my skills?” Elliot nipped at his thumb.
Damon’s mouth hung open, eyes hooding as he watched Elliot’s lips wrap around his thumb and suck. “Well…you know, it’s always good to get practice in.”
“I kinda want you to fuck me,” Elliot said.
Damon’s nostrils flared. “Do we have time?”
Elliot shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah, I can skip my next class.”
“I don’t want you to get behind, then you’ll spend more time away from me.”
“Ugh, Damon. Please, just—”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Damon,” he whined.
“Sorry, Elliot! Your schooling is important to me.” He moved to get off him.
Elliot hooked his fingers into his waistband. “Fine! I lied, okay?”
Damon raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t have class on Monday, Wednesday, Friday at eleven, okay? I told you I did because that’s when I go to the library to study.”
Damon’s jaw dropped. “You little liar.” He squeezed his thighs on either side of Elliot so he couldn’t escape and started tickling him.
“No, stop!”
“This is your punishment for lying to me,” Damon said, grinning wickedly as Elliot wiggled and squirmed under him.
He tried to grab Damon’s hands, but Damon flattened himself onto Elliot and wrapped his legs around his, using his body to press one of his arms into the beanbag.
“Damon, come on!” Elliot tried to catch his breath but just kept laughing. “You just said that”—giggle—“my schooling is”—giggle—“important.”
His left hand was flopping around, trying and failing to free himself. Damon grabbed his wrist and pinned him.
“It is, Elliot. You didn’t need to make anything up. You should know that I don’t want to get in the way of your schoolwork. Not that you need to be even smarter.”
“I know,” he said. “I did it for me too. It helped to think of it like a class I couldn’t skip. So I didn’t, you know, end up on the floor with your dick rubbing against mine.”
Damon ground down on top of him. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” he moaned.
“Do you want to go study?”
“No, I want you to fuck me.”
Damon didn’t ask again. He pressed his mouth to Elliot’s.
Their tongues met, hot and eager, erasing any lingering doubts about what they should be doing with this time.
Elliot gave over the heat of his magic, of his need for Damon.
It was always like this. Always this intense.
He fell into the all-consuming fire of his desire.
He ran his hands up Damon’s neck, brushing his fingers along the soft buzzed hair at the back of his head.
Damon kissed his jaw and down his throat, then licked a slow line up his neck, dragging his tongue from his collarbone up to the curve of his ear.
Elliot’s eyes fluttered shut. His fingers clenched and released on Damon’s shoulders. They both pulled back to shuck off their shirts, and Damon went back to working him up into a frenzy.
He kissed and nipped and sucked on his nipples, leaving Elliot moaning and writhing and repeating his name over and over.
Damon kissed him long and deep enough that Elliot’s palms started lighting up with magic. Damon grinned into the kiss, pulling back to smirk at him. “I love that your magic tells me when you’re super horny.”
Elliot gave him a bland look, and thrust his hips up under Damon. “Cause my boner isn’t enough?”
“Oh, your boner is more than enough,” Damon said, eyebrows waggling. “But I know you can hide a boner from me. Your magic, though? It’s been obsessed with me lately.”
It had been. Once Elliot and Damon got together, his magic spiraled through him at new levels.
Grandmama’s theory was that his magic had been blocked. That keeping his crush on Damon a secret had been impeding Elliot’s energetic flow.
“I don’t blame it,” Damon said. He ran a hand over his own naked chest, across his toned pecs and down the ridges of his abdominals, like a striptease. “I am pretty fucking amazing. I’d be obsessed with me too.”
Elliot pushed Damon—an excuse to squeeze and knead those beautiful muscles—and toppled them both off the beanbag. “Can you shut up and fuck me already? Or do you wanna stare at yourself in a mirror instead? I can just go—”
“Hey, remember when you said I was three levels hotter than you?” Damon said. “I miss the days when you complimented me.”
Elliot rolled his eyes. He grabbed the back of his boyfriend’s head and kissed him.
Elliot’s hand skated down Damon’s body and rubbed his erection over the top of his jeans.
“You’re so fucking hot, Damon. I want your big cock inside of me.
I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.
” He undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper, sneaking his hand into Damon’s boxers.
He stroked his dick as best as he could at that angle. “How was that for a compliment?”
Damon inhaled raggedly. “I know you’re patronizing me, but that was still really hot.”
Elliot chuckled, and they both got rid of the rest of their clothes in a hurried, messy jumble of limbs. They were still on the floor. Neither had enough of the logical portions of their brains turned on in that moment to move to the bed.
Damon straddled Elliot and reached up to the nightstand drawer to grab the lube and a condom before he was back again, chest to chest, lips to lips. He kissed Elliot and teased his cock with slow, torturous strokes.
Elliot thrust up into his hand impatiently.
Damon smirked, not increasing his pace, letting Elliot dangle at the edge of not enough and just a little more.
Elliot’s fingernails dug into Damon’s shoulders. “Please, Damon.”
The bastard removed his hand.
“Ugh!” Elliot was about ready to wrestle Damon to the ground and take what he wanted, but Damon leaned forward and got a little more lube, coating his fingers to tease the outer rim of Elliot’s hole.
Elliot settled down.
“This what you want?” Damon taunted.
“Uh huh,” he whined. “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”
He wiggled his hips until Damon’s finger breached his hole, and he moaned at how good it felt when Damon was inside of him.
Damon craved Elliot’s pleasure. He shook in anticipation of how Elliot’s eyes would go blank and unseeing, fucked up from what Damon could do to him. He fingered his hole, slow and teasing, brushing against his prostate on every third thrust to drive Elliot crazy.
His boyfriend’s face was flushed, and his blue eyes glistened with need. That possessive part of Damon swelled in his chest every time Elliot moaned and wiggled and sighed.
“Damon,” he begged.
Damon’s cock leaked precome when Elliot said his name. He slipped a third finger inside of him and spread his fingers, stretching Elliot out and rubbing his prostate with intense precision.
“God, that’s good. Yeah.”
Damon licked his lips. “You ready for me?”
Elliot nodded frantically.
Damon grabbed a condom and lubed up. They’d both been tested since they’d gotten together, but cleanup was easier with a condom, especially since the shower was down the hall.
Elliot watched Damon’s cock with heated interest until it disappeared between his legs and notched his opening.
Damon didn’t tease either of them anymore. He pushed in slow, always careful. When he was fully sheathed inside of Elliot, Damon leaned forward, hands on either side of his head, starting slow and watching for Elliot’s reactions.
A dazed smile spread across Elliot’s face, and his hands ran up and down his torso, rounded his hips, and grabbed Damon’s ass, making him move faster, harder, rougher. His magic warmed his palms and sank inside Damon, making him see stars.
“Elliot,” he moaned, reveling in the feeling of being this close to him.
He’d always wanted this closeness. Closer and closer and closer.
He’d never have been satisfied with just sitting together or wrestling or touching.
He’d always wanted more but never knew what it was that he needed until he finally had it.
Elliot’s magic twisted through him like it was branding the insides of his veins. Tying them together. The heat settled in his dick, tightened his balls, made every pleasure they experienced together better.
Elliot pulled Damon down for a kiss. Their tongues intertwined, and their bodies pressed together as Damon picked up the rhythm and angled his hips until he hit the place that made Elliot gasp into his mouth.
Damon wasn’t going to last much longer, not with Elliot’s sounds and the way his tight hole was clenching around him. He reached down and stroked Elliot’s cock.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Elliot said, eyes hooded, mouth parted. He was so beautiful.
“Do the thing,” Damon said, breathless.
“How bad do you want it?” Elliot taunted.
It was payback, Damon knew. For how Damon had teased Elliot earlier. He screwed his eyes shut, his body shivering in anticipation. Elliot forcing him to beg only made the whole thing even hotter.
“So bad. Please, Elliot,” he said, low and tortured. “I need it. I need you. Please do it.”
Elliot’s hands ran up Damon’s thighs, and he mumbled the spell into Damon’s ear, “Sacred magic flow from me, give my lover pleasure times three.”
Damon grunted, his body tightening, trembling.
The ghost of an orgasm floated through him.
A wave of pleasure that just kept coming and coming.
Elliot’s magic did something inside of him.
Stimulated his prostate or massaged the pleasure centers in his brain.
He tried to pay attention to Elliot explaining it one day, but he was too distracted by how good it felt to remember the specifics.
“Fuck yeah,” Elliot said. “So good, Damon. Look at you.”
Damon couldn’t help it—he whimpered. His thrusts were uneven. The white-hot electricity of Elliot’s magic pulsed through him.
“Gonna come,” Elliot choked out.
Damon’s eyes snapped open to watch. Elliot’s face scrunched up in pleasure. Damon stroked him harder until his come jetted onto his stomach. His release trickled over his fist.
Elliot’s body clenched around Damon’s cock, inducing Damon’s release.
The force of his orgasm practically blacked him out.
His muscles gave out, becoming loose and jelly-like as he collapsed on top of Elliot, burying his head into Elliot’s neck and sobbing out his moan as his hips continued thrusting in short, staccato pulses until the waves of pleasure slowly subsided.
Neither moved at first, not caring about the mess that was on both of their bellies.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
They both jumped at the sound and looked at the TV.
Game Over hovered over the screen’s red haze of the game they were playing.
“It’s honestly surprising we didn’t get killed sooner,” Elliot said.
“Maybe they were enjoying the show. Your loud-ass moaning probably carried over the headset.”
Elliot flicked Damon’s ear. “I do not moan loudly. You moan loudly.”
Damon pushed up and kissed Elliot’s nose. “Yeah, I guess I do. Our sex is just that good. We should film a porno. I bet we’d get famous.”
“Oh, yeah? You wanna share me with the world?”
Damon’s face fell. “No.” He wrapped his arms around Elliot’s neck, his legs around his waist, and pressed their foreheads together. “You’re mine.”
Elliot huffed a laugh.
“I love you,” Damon said.
The amusement in Elliot’s eyes faded into affection. “I love you too, Damon.”
THE END