Epilogue
LOGAN, SIX MONTHS LATER
Chase isn’t even two minutes into the first episode of Yard Line before I feel him rutting his cock up against my thigh.
He just got off a flight to my house in LA, showered off, and came to the couch in sweatpants.
But when he pulled my body close to his, squishing the side of my body up against his and running his palms over my shirtless chest, I knew it was a matter of time.
“Pause the show,” he murmurs, then leans in to bite my earlobe.
“Show’s barely even started. Knew you weren’t going to want to watch Yard Line, even now.”
“I do want to watch it,” he says, reaching out to slide his palm over my cock. “I just saw you in the first scene and now I need to have the real you, first.”
“I missed you.”
He sucks a slow kiss onto my neck before he speaks. “Missed you, too. Even going a week without seeing you feels too long now.”
We’ve still been able to see each other as much as humanly possible over the last six months, because Chase’s job lands him in LA at least once a month, and I’ve stolen weekends away to New York as often as I could in between filming for Yard Line.
Just a handful of minutes later, he has me ass up, bent over the side of the couch, sliding his cock into my hole slowly but firmly.
He has a blanket ready at the arm of my couch, because that’s how prepared he is to make me come at any time, and he knows I keep my couch clean.
There’s another thing I’ve gotten better at, too.
I can take Chase’s cock like a fucking champ, with just a little bit of warming up, and he loves taking advantage of that anytime he can.
He slow fucks me for a couple of minutes, but I beg for it harder already, because I’m a slut for everything he does to me, and I probably always will be.
“I needed this,” he says in a low tone, squeezing my ass as he starts to pound into me at a steady rhythm.
“Harder,” I demand again. “You know I can take it.”
“I want to try something,” he says. “Hand me my phone. I’m going to record what I’m about to do. Just for you.”
I give it to him and as he’s sliding his cock in again, I moan at a stretch that feels a whole lot more intense.
“Holy fuck. What—”
“I’m giving you an extra finger, baby.”
“No way in hell.”
He exhales. “Wow. If you can take my cock plus a finger, how about my cock plus two?”
I moan as he slips his finger in alongside his cock again, stretching me like my hole is his personal toy.
“I thought you were going to add another, and I was about to scream.”
“Is that you asking me for it?”
“Fuck no. Ugh, but yes.”
He takes mercy on me this time, stuffing his second finger in more slowly, knowing its a lot. He doesnt plunge all the way in with it, but he lets me feel the tight fucking stretch, and I breathe into it, relaxing around him.
It only takes a few minutes before I’m begging him to fuck me harder like that.
“Baby, you are fucking perfect,” he says in a broken breath, and the next time he thrusts into me, he pauses there to lean over and show me the video.
I get a full view of his cock and two fingers sliding into my ass, inch by inch.
“So much of you,” I murmur. “Inside me right now.”
“So much of me, about to fuck the cum out of you.” He drops the phone and yanks my body upward a little. “Touch yourself. Now.”
Putting my hand around my cock is a relief in the extreme.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I tell him, only a few strokes in. He’s pounding me from behind hard, his balls slapping against the back of my ass, as he stretches me out and I take him as deep as I possibly can.
“I know you need to,” he says. “Let me see you come for me.”
I break off into a moan as my whole body tenses up and I shoot out over the blanket. He’s coming a moment later, whispering my name as he pulses in my ass over and over, then lets out a low moan of relief.
“Have I told you I love you enough today? I love you, and I love how much you come, and I love this ass,” he says, still catching his breath.
He lays a gentle smack on my ass right after he pulls out of me, and I feel like I’m on another plane of existence.
“Damn,” I breathe. “We should have watched my show earlier if I knew it would get you to fuck me like that.”
“You know you could do anything and I fuck you like that. I could watch you watching paint dry, and I’d fuck you like that.”
After we clean off, I find Chase watching that video of me on repeat on his phone.
I grin at him, giving him an upward nod.
“You just came and you still want to watch that?”
“Of fucking course I do. Look at you.”
I laugh, grabbing the TV remote. “Do you want to watch Yard Line for the first time, or not? We can put on that horror series you like if you’d rather watch that.”
“No way,” he says, finally plopping down his phone. “I want to do it.”
He cuddles up next to me.
While we watch the show, I don’t expect much. I know he isn’t into sports, and he hasn’t watched any of Yard Line yet because he’s had bad associations with football in his life.
Months and months ago, he told me he was ready to watch it.
But I always waved it off.
I didn’t want him to have any negative associations with me in his head, even if it was just through me portraying a character.
We watch through the first episode, though, and he’s periodically gripping my forearm, dropping his jaw.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he says after it finishes. “Like, you’re a genius.”
“Oh, give me a break.”
“No. This isn’t a fucking sports show. This is a beautiful story about a man’s life, and I’m only on episode 1. Calling this a sports show is like calling Breaking Bad a meth show.”
“I mean, it kind of is,” I joke.
“Except it’s a thousand times deeper and more complex than that. This was great, Logan.”
I kiss his hair.
“I’m going to cut up some fresh mango,” I tell him. “Want anything to drink?”
“All good, baby. I’m still drinking in your incredible acting.”
Before I get up to go to the kitchen I check my phone really quick.
And a message from Emily catches my eye.
Emily
WOW, Logan. Did you see the email? Williamson and Kone are a go!!!!
“Holy shit,” I murmur out loud.
Chase looks up. “Yes?”
I can’t contain myself. “It’s fucking happening,” I say, smiling wide and tackling Chase back onto the couch. “I got cast as the lead in that Broadway play.”
Chase buries his head against my chest and lets out a little scream. “You’re coming to New York?”
“For at least a year, permanently,” I tell him.
“No more red-eye flights.”
I just finished filming season 3 of Yard Line, and I have a whole year off before it shoots again. Until then, I’ll be on a Broadway run.
“No more scheduling every scrap and shred of time we can see each other in between projects. Holy shit, Chase, I feel like I could cry.”
“I get to have you near me whenever I want,” he says, clutching at my skin. “Say goodbye to your cock, because it’s mine now.”
“You know what this means?” I ask him. “I’m finally going to do it. I’m going to buy a real apartment in New York. I’m tired of hotel hopping every time I come, even though they’re all gorgeous places. Fuck, this is incredible.”
Chase is smiling wide, and I swear his dimples alone could make my heart burst.
The rest of the night is simple.
Chase and I share fresh fruit, watch a little bit more of my show, and then he insists on giving me a lazy blowjob by the pool outside a few hours later, under the stars.
But after a lifetime of constantly seeking the right things to do, or say, or think, I know now that it was all completely unnecessary.
Because none of this would have been “right,” on paper.
But it’s perfect. It’s the energy I need, and a depth of love that I didn’t know existed.
When he smiles, or kisses me, or makes me come for no reason at all, I think of all the empty spaces he found in me. The parts I’d been pretending didn’t exist.
I love him when he’s having bad days or good ones. I love being there to hold him, to touch him, when everything in his mind feels completely scattered in the wind.
“I love you,” he tells me in bed right before sleep.
He smells like him. I don’t know how his hair has magical properties of always smelling that good, but I’m not going to question it.
I bring him close to me, burying my nose in his hair.
“I love you so much. And you know you’re getting a key to my New York apartment, right?”
I cherish every part of the excitement I see in his eyes as he looks up at me, in the pale light coming through my bedroom windows.
“Yeah? You like me that much, huh?” he says. “I swear you’re getting a crush on me, Logan Stone.”
I kiss his temple, softly and slowly. “Want to know a secret? I’ve sort of had a crush on you since the moment I laid eyes on you. And now my crush is all-consuming. You know I had a dream the other night where I was just trying to think of different ways to make you laugh?”
“Obsessed with me much?” he murmurs.
I can’t help but smile.
“Completely. Devastatingly. With all my fucking heart.”
“Well, I’m obsessed with you too,” he says. “So get used to me. Because I’m going to spend the rest of my fucking life falling more and more in love with you.”
“Even when I bother you?” I ask, stroking my palm over his back.
He hums. “Especially when you do that. Can you bother me forever?”
“I promise I will, Chase.”
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