Epilogue
Danny
The wind whipped around me, and I held on tighter, plastering my face against Killjoy’s back. We must have been going seventy, but that didn’t stop the scent of his leather cut from filling my nose.
The smile on my face had been plastered there for the last fifty miles.
My first time on the back of a bike hadn’t been as nearly terrifying as I thought. I might have had something to do with the fact that I trusted Killjoy.
We’d headed south two days ago. He’d said I was losing too much of my surfer boy color and promised to take me to a sunny beach for the new year.
We’d driven his truck just over the Florida border.
Then he stowed it in a storage unit that he owned, which I could only assume was for times like this.
He’d taken a day to test out his friend’s—brother’s bike.
And after determining it was good, he stowed that too.
Then he’d loaded me and my backpack with our clothes and only two toys.
Yeah, he put a limit on it. How dare he? !
Whatever. I had him, so maybe I didn’t need as many toys. Though he had been teasing about me riding my favorite tentacle dildo while he watched and jacked off.
Just the thought had me getting all chubbed up.
Which I did not need while riding on the back of a death trap behind the hottest guy alive!
I found it incredibly hard to keep my hands off of him on a normal day.
With him all leather and man, and straddling a motorcycle?
I was hopeless. It didn’t help one bit that I literally had to keep my hands on him if I didn’t want to go flying off this thing.
We rounded a deep curve, and I leaned with him. The first light we’d come to, he’d turned his head, smiled, and called me a natural. I was only letting him lead, and I trusted enough to follow. Whatever it was, it seemed to please him, and that made my heart swell with happiness.
We rode for hours. The sun went down, and the stars lit up the sky, and still we chased the lines in the road. I loved every single second of it.
Eventually, he pulled over, taking a single-lane road that led into some thick woods.
I kept my eyes peeled, trying to look around him to see where we were heading, but it was a wall of darkness, and all the headlight lit up was more road and trees.
The thrill of not knowing made my senses tingle.
Finally, he rolled to a stop, cut the engine, and flicked the kickstand down.
I didn’t move for a long time, soaking in the warmth of him and the smell of everything around, and when his hands fell over mine still resting on his lower abdomen, his fingers sliding between the spaces between mine, I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt.
“You like it?” he asked after a while. He reached up and removed his helmet, hanging it from one of the handlebars. I took mine off and handed it over when he reached for it.
My “late Christmas gift,” as he had called it.
He got me my own helmet. And it was mine, because it had elf ears painted on the sides.
I wasn’t sure if he’d lucked out and found one like that, or he’d had someone who’d been able to rush a custom job, but either way, I couldn’t hide how much I loved it.
He was so sweet sometimes, and I didn’t even think he realized it.
“Come here,” he urged as he twisted and pulled me so I was in front.
He took the backpack from my shoulders and carefully dropped it to the ground.
I leaned back, feeling the strength of his chest, letting my head fall against his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around me, and all I could feel was the sensation of being home.
When he cut the light, it took my eyes a minute to adjust to our surroundings.
Then I saw the lights dancing on the water. Dozens of boats, most of them sitting still, floating as if they were waiting for something. Everything was off in the distance, leaving me to wonder if it was the ocean or a huge lake. The world around us was quiet except for the night creature calls.
“How sore is your ass?” he asked, and I barked out a surprised laugh.
“I mean, I can tell it’s my first ride on one of these beasts, but not too sore to get fucked.”
He groaned, and I laughed again.
Planting my feet on the pegs, I stood and pushed down my pants, not even bothering to unbutton them.
I sat back down, struggled to get out of them, but I didn’t care how awkward I looked as long as I was soon naked.
Thank fuck I was wearing a jock today. I didn’t have to try and fight my way out of that, too.
Thanking the stars for the warm Florida air, I shucked my light jacket and shirt.
Keeping my feet on the pegs, I leaned over, putting my ass right in his face.
He groaned again.
I loved how driving him wild never got old.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he told me as his big hands landed on my cheeks.
He spread me apart, and I stood still as he brushed over my puckered hole.
“Good thing I came prepared,” he said right before I felt the cool drip of lube hit my crack.
It wasn’t long before I was a moaning, begging mess. His fingers continued to stretch me open, but I was ready. I assured him so.
I felt empty when he pulled his fingers free. But I held on as I heard the sound of his zipper. Then he was guiding me down again, holding his cock as I lined myself up right.
He worked me on his cock, and it didn’t take long before I was slipping my hand into my jock and stroking myself.
“That’s it. Get yourself off why I stuff this tight hole. Fuckin’ love seein’ you on my bike like this. Almost as much as I love having you ridin’ behind me.”
“I’m going to… Aaron, it feels so good. I can’t…”
“Then come for me, elf.”
I exploded, spilling cum into my jock like I’d brought tons of extra undies on this trip and could just go making a mess every time we got all hot for each other. He grunted. The bike rocked, but his feet were planted on the ground, holding us steady.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck. Fuck. This damn ass. Danny, I’ll never get tired of it,” he said, his fingers digging into my hips as he dragged me back down his cock. He held me there, releasing deep inside of me.
I’d never get tired of that feeling.
Of knowing I satisfied him. Of feeling full of him, and then being left with a reminder of him after.
I didn’t feel empty anymore, and that was because he was always there to make sure I was taken care of.
Fireworks lit up the sky. I leaned back, turning my head as an invitation.
He didn’t hesitate, taking my lips in a passionate kiss.
“Happy New Year,” he said, brushing his nose against mine.
“Happy New Year,” I whispered, unable to hold back a smile.
“I think you should stay,” he said, and though I could barely make out his eyes, I could feel the nervous energy wafting off of him in waves.
“For how long?” I asked, dying to know what the answer was going to be this time. Until next month? Until Valentine’s Day? Until next Christmas?
“Forever,” he answered, not a single ounce of hesitation in his voice.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t think I’d ever been happier than I was hearing him say that.
I would have sworn I felt his heart pounding against my back. Mine was doing the same in my chest. I could only figure we were both equally nervous and excited.
“Wow,” I said, blowing out a breath. “That’s quite a commitment.”
“Yeah, and I’m ready for it.” He held my gaze. My heart pounded in my chest. “With you.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking.
“Yeah, elf. You and me. Livin’ at the cabin. I’ll build you a studio out back. And when we get restless, we can take the bike to get some sun. Or hell, we can go find more snow. I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”
“I love you!” I blurted out, probably so loud it scared away a few critters nearby.
“Well, that’s good,” he replied, tightening his arms around me. “Because I love you too.”
A moment of silence passed, and for some reason, it felt a little awkward.
“So, will you stay?” he finally asked.
“Oh, right. Yes!! I thought that was kind of implied when I blurted out I love you like an idiot.”
“Just had to make sure,” he said.
“I like the sound of forever,” I told him as I turned around and settled back into him. The fireworks boomed on, lighting up the sky and making the official start of our journey together magical.
THE END