Epilogue
Five Years Later
I didn’t go to Harvard. I decided on a law school close to Caleb’s family.
I have no regrets about any of it. Even when things are hard, they’re perfect.
Because I have him in my life.
Caleb graduated with his B.S. in Business Administration and took over managing his uncle’s scrapyard. He worked his ass off to put me through law school, working long days and sometimes even nights to make sure I graduated with minimal debt.
He even used his mom’s life insurance money to pay for a small studio apartment near my graduate school so we had somewhere to live. I didn’t want him to, but he insisted.
And I realized that this is what people who love one another do for each other.
It’s not selfish. It’s selfless.
We spent our free time together or with his family. But it’s when we were alone that I found solace. Wrapped around him, his head against my heart.
It was in those quiet moments that I knew I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You ready for your first day tomorrow?” Caleb asks me as I set my suit out on the bed, swiping away the wrinkles from the fabric.
“I am.”
“Did I tell you how much I liked your office?” he says with a smirk. “You have a very nice desk. Very sturdy.”
I shake my head and turn toward him fully. He helped me move into my new office two days ago. It was after hours, and the way Caleb eyed that desk in that backward hat and wearing that nipple shirt…
I couldn’t help but bend him over it and thrust into him.
It was very inappropriate. I’m still embarrassed I did that, but thinking of it makes my cock hard, so maybe I’m not that ashamed.
“You left a stain on the carpet.”
He beams at me. “Not my fault you got me all excited. You know how I get.”
I sigh and grab a tie from the closet and lay it next to the suit.
Two weeks ago, I was hired by a law firm to work in international law. I plan on using my degree to help queer individuals in countries where they’re heavily persecuted.
The way Caleb keeps telling everyone about it, like he couldn’t be prouder of my accomplishments.
But doesn’t he know? It was all because of him.
He strokes his cock.
“I keep thinking about it. The desk. Next time, you can fuck me in a suit and tie.” He eyes the one lying on the bed. “That one. Right there.”
“You’re asking for it,” I say.
“Duh.” A groan slips from him. “Oh god.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of it?” I ask, leaning forward and cupping his cock.
“It’s you, Whit. Don’t know why you can’t get that through your super smart brain. I’m obsessed with you.”
I pull him forward, my eyes meeting his.
“I love you.” Te iubesc.
“I know. I love you too,” he whispers back.
My heart patters in my chest. Happy. Hopeful.
“Kneel,” I say.
And he does.