Epilogue
Yesterday, Mason took me on a date. A real one.
First, we went for ice cream downtown, then for dinner at this cozy place by the river. After, he took me to see a movie, though he felt me up the whole time, and we ended up abandoning the movie to have sex in a bathroom stall.
I tell the last part to Oliver with a laugh, trying to gauge how he feels about it.
During the week since the cat’s been out of the bag, he still hasn’t been totally clear with his thoughts about Mason and me, but at least he doesn’t seem to hate it as much as I feared.
Mostly, he just rolls his eyes, but sometimes he laughs at how ridiculous we’re being.
Mason touches me constantly, coming up and hugging me from behind when I least expect it, and he pulls me in for kisses whenever he gets the chance.
Needless to say, I’ve taken to sleeping in Mason’s room, and the first time we had a whole night to ourselves, I almost cried with happiness when he pulled me into his embrace.
This morning, I woke up to breakfast in bed, and Mason hand-fed me pieces of fruit while I sat between his legs. When the food was gone, he hand-fed me something else.
I don’t tell that part to Oliver, though. There’s a limit to what he’ll tolerate, and I try to respect that, though it’s a huge relief to not have to sneak around anymore.
Tonight is our last night with just the three of us. We’re in the kitchen while Oliver cooks us dinner before a movie.
Mason is hugging me from behind and gently swaying us back and forth. I can feel his bulge against my ass, even though we had sex this morning. A lot of things have changed between us, but his libido hasn’t slowed down in the slightest. Neither has mine.
Oliver glances over his shoulder and rolls his eyes at the sight of us. “Now that Mom and Fabio are coming home, maybe you’ll finally get a job.”
“Already got one,” Mason says smugly.
Oliver raises a brow. “You did?”
“Lane got me one.”
Oliver turns to me, and I shrug, a little sheepish.
“At my dad’s construction company,” I explain.
“Really?” Oliver asks. “Just like that?”
“Yeah. Basically, I was like, ‘Dad, I have a boyfriend, and he’s really fit and strong and stuff—’”
“And hot,” Mason interjects with a smirk.
“‘—and he really needs a job,’” I finish, elbowing him in the side.
“That’s it?” Oliver asks.
“Yeah, they really need staff right now,” I say, “and once Dad saw him, he hired him on the spot.”
Mason puffs up his chest and flexes his biceps. “Yeah, once he saw these guns, it was game over.”
Oliver rolls his eyes. “Well, at least you have a job now.”
“And Lane and I will be coworkers,” Mason says, nudging my side and winking.
Oliver groans. “Great. You can’t even watch a movie without feeling each other up; how are you gonna get through a full day’s work without disappearing into the bathrooms for a quickie?”
Mason shrugs. “There’s always lunch break.”
“Sure,” Oliver says, doubtful. “Well, maybe this means you’ll get an apartment soon.”
“Sure will,” Mason says and kisses my cheek. “But why do you care, anyway? You’re moving to Boston.”
Oliver averts his gaze, and he’s quiet for a while before he says, “I’m not.”
I gawk at him. “You’re not?”
“I dropped out.”
“What? But I thought…”
Mason stays silent, and when I look up at him for support, he has a smug smile on his lips, as if he knows something I don’t.
Oliver shrugs. “Just didn’t feel like the right thing to do anymore.”
“Told you,” Mason says, smirking.
“How’s your therapy?” Oliver asks.
Mason stiffens. “Good.”
Apparently, his parole officer pulled some strings and got a therapist to help him with his anger issues, and now he’s got an appointment once a week.
“Any angry outbursts lately?” Oliver asks casually, as if he doesn’t care, but he glares at Mason so intently that it’s obvious he does care.
Mason flashes a grin. “Oh, you heard me spanking him the other night?” He pulls me close and strokes my sore backside. I squirm away from him, flushing.
Oliver rolls his eyes. “No, and I didn’t need to know that.”
“Well, you asked.”
They bicker for a while, until Mason excuses himself for a piss. I shift closer to Oliver, a concerned crease between my brows.
“What are you going to do if you’re not going to college?” I ask.
“Mom has connections at this restaurant downtown.”
“Yeah?”
“She used to date the manager,” he says with a roll of his eyes, “and they’ve kept in touch. He said I could work there for a while until I figure things out.”
“So… you’ll live here and commute?”
He gives a half-shrug. “I saw a listing for a shared apartment. Seems alright.“
“Really—roommates? Might be fun.”
“Yeah. Let’s just hope they don’t fuck in the shower every morning.” He gives me a pointed look, and I cringe.
“Sorry. Didn’t know you heard.”
“I hear more than you think.” He straightens up, tapping his knuckles on the kitchen island. “Either way, I can’t stay here.”
I fidget with my collar, feeling a little guilty. “Mason and I will move out soon. We start working at my dad’s place next week.”
“I thought you didn’t want to work for your dad.”
I shrug. “Now that you’re staying in town, things aren’t so bad.”
“Now that you’re getting railed by my brother, you mean?”
I laugh and push at his chest. “Shut up.” I grow sheepish. “Thanks for… you know. Not freaking out about it.”
Oliver sighs. “You’re my best friend, Lane. That doesn’t change just because you have terrible taste in men.”
“He’s not so bad. Maybe you should give him a chance.”
Oliver rolls his eyes. “No thanks.”
His phone pings on the countertop beside us, and I recognize the icon on the notification. I’ve been on that app myself, but I always chickened out before getting close to meeting someone.
I point at the screen. “Hey! Is that… Are you…”
Oliver locks his phone quickly. “It’s nothing. Now how about that movie?”
I never thought Oliver would go on a dating app, let alone that kind of dating app. He’s always so uptight about sex, but maybe he’s loosened up a bit. Maybe the shenanigans Mason and I get up to have gotten him a little curious.
In any case, I’m relieved he’s not going to college, but it’s confusing, too; I thought he wanted to go. I won’t complain, though. Now we’re going to live in the same town, and even if we won’t hang out as much as we used to in high school, it won’t be as big of an adjustment.
Everything has worked out better than I ever could have imagined, and on top of that, Mason and I are going to live together and work together. I feel giddy when I think about the future now, and that’s not a feeling I’m used to.
After dinner, Mason calls me upstairs, and when I get there, he’s in the bathroom.
“What do you want?” I ask, closing the door behind me just in case. “We’re supposed to watch a movie, remember?”
“Yeah, sure. Just come here for a second.”
I trudge warily to the sink, and Mason turns me around and yanks my pants down along with my underwear.
I gasp. “Hey!”
He squeezes some lube into his hand and warms it up before he rubs it around my rim. Then something wet and blunt presses against my opening. Oh. My plug. He wants me to wear it now?
“But… Oliver will be there!” I hiss.
“I know. I’m just getting you nice and prepped for me so I can fuck you after the movie. Besides, it’ll be fun.”
I grip the sink as he pushes the silicone toy inside. “Oliver said we can’t sit next to each other.”
“Oliver says a lot of things.” He slides the toy all the way inside and makes sure the curved end nudges my prostate. “There.” With that, he pulls my underwear and pants up and gives my ass a little pat. “All ready.”
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“You’re welcome, puppy.”
I try not to walk weird as we make our way down to the living room, but it’s pretty hard with a butt plug stuffed in my ass.
For snacks, we’ve got popcorn, soda, and my favorite sour candy.
The lights are out, and the movie is on, ready to press play.
I sit slowly and discreetly next to Oliver.
Mason plops himself down on the corner of the L-shaped couch, plucks me up from where I sit, and drops me into his lap as easy as that.
I let out a surprised moan as the movement jostles my plug.
“Hey!” Oliver says. “I thought I told you not to sit next to each other.”
“You didn’t say we couldn’t sit on each other,” Mason says, sounding irrationally pleased with himself. He pulls a blanket over us even though it’s not very cold and nods toward the TV. “Well? I thought you wanted to watch the movie.”
“Yeah, but not when…” Oliver sighs. “Never mind.” He presses play and sets the remote down with more force than necessary.
About ten minutes pass before Mason starts getting handsy. At first, he just gently caresses my leg, but then his hand travels to the inside of my thigh. He’s left bite marks there, and they throb as he kneads them with his thumb.
I try my absolute best not to make a sound, and we’re lucky the movie’s on high volume, but fuck. This is not going to end well.
Mason is surprisingly well-behaved for the next few minutes, but then there’s a click somewhere behind me, and a faint buzzing comes to life between my legs.
My plug. Oh—oh no. It’s vibrating. I didn’t even know it could do that. Has he really waited for the right opportunity to show me how fucking… good that feels? Shit. Not now.
“What’s that sound?” Oliver asks suspiciously.
“The movie,” Mason says.
“Not the movie. There’s something else.”
I try to angle my hips to muffle the sound, but it’s hopeless. Those vibrations are going to kill me. Either that, or they’ll make me come. Oh, no… I can’t come in front of Oliver, even if it’s under a blanket. Heat rushes to my groin and to my face. I try to get up, but Mason pulls me back.
“Just watch the movie,” he murmurs into my ear, and he grips my inner thigh again, pinching it softly. “Be good.”
Next thing I know, he turns up the intensity, and the plug whirs to life inside me, putting perfect pressure on my prostate. A wet patch forms on the front of my boxers. Oh my God… Oh my God… I can’t hold my moans in anymore. It’s too much. I hide my face in embarrassment in Mason’s chest.
“Jesus Christ,” Oliver groans. “Go upstairs and fuck. Some of us actually wanted to watch this movie.”
Mason lifts me off his lap, and I practically run toward Mason’s room, yelling, “Sorry!” to Oliver. Mason follows me calmly, taking languid steps upstairs while I tear my clothes off in a frenzy.
By the time he enters the room, I’m on all fours, cock dripping precum between my legs, and the plug buzzing incessantly in my hole.
“Please,” I moan.
“Please, what?”
“I’m so close.”
“I don’t think I need to do anything,” Mason says, amused. “I think you’ll come all on your own.”
With no thoughts aside from the desperate need to come, I grab hold of the plug, pull, and fuck it back inside me. My cock twitches with another stream of precum, and fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m so close. I’m so…
I come so hard I collapse onto the mattress, or I would if Mason wasn’t right there, holding me upright, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.
He chuckles into my ear. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“No,” I groan, unable to think straight, still reeling from my orgasm. “Not fun.”
“Didn’t you like it?” He grabs the plug and pulls it out of me. When the bulbous part stretches me wide, I whimper out a frustrated breath. “It looked like you liked it a lot.”
“I hate you,” I gasp.
“I love you.”
My eyes go wide, and I look over my shoulder. “You…?”
Mason pulls away, gaze flickering. “I-I mean…”
I turn around and grab his face, forcing him to look me in the eye. “You love me?”
“Yeah,” he says, voice raspy and raw with emotion. “Of course I do.”
“Of course you do?” Wow. If I couldn’t think straight before, I definitely can’t now.
“Well,” Mason grumbles. He gets that vulnerable, unguarded expression again, the way he looked in Oliver’s room after he came back home. As if he fears I won’t believe him, or worse yet, that I’ll reject him. “How about you?”
“Me? Oh.” I’ve been so focused on his confession, I haven’t even considered he’s waiting for mine. “I love you too.” I look into his eyes, smiling softly, but he just looks stunned, and then so relieved I have to laugh.
I take him with me as I lean back on the bed. Mason blankets my body with his, kissing me all over. His lips brush my nose, my cheeks, my chest, and all the while, he mumbles into my skin, “I love you, puppy. So fucking much.”
Tears of joy burn in my eyes from his words and the way he says them.
I can’t believe this is my life now. I have a future I actually look forward to, my best friend isn’t leaving anymore, and I have Mason, who I love so much I can barely stand it.
He gives me everything I’ve ever wanted, and amazingly enough, he loves to give it to me. And he loves me. All of me.
“I love you,” he says again, and he flips me over and kisses every inch of my body, marks me in every place it hurts and every place it doesn’t, until I’m squirming and ready for more. “I love you.”
He drags his tongue down the small of my back, toward a place he explores with more enthusiasm than all the rest, and he doesn’t even have to say it anymore. I know.