Epilogue #2
“Maybe I can distract you,” Val murmured in Saint’s ear.
He took Saint’s hand in his and led him to his office.
Saint closed and locked the door behind him.
When he turned, Val sat propped on the edge of his desk, his long legs encased in dark denim, and the wine-red dress shirt rolled up his muscular arms.
With a groan, Saint stepped up to Val, who spread his legs so Saint could stand between them. He slipped his arms around Val’s waist and leaned in to brush his lips over Val’s.
“Why are you so sexy?”
Val slipped his hands around Saint, moving down to his ass, gripping it tight and making Saint moan. Nipping at Saint’s jawline, he licked a line up to Saint’s ear.
“Want to go for a ride on my fireman’s pole?”
Saint threw his head back and laughed. “Oh damn, Chief! You did not just say that.”
Val chuckled. “I did, and I immediately regretted it.” He stood and pulled Saint with him around the desk. Turning, he unbuckled his belt, and Saint felt his pants tightening as his cock hardened.
“Ooh, you meant it,” Saint said, mesmerized as Val pushed his pants and underwear down and sat on the overstuffed leather chair. “Wait, is that why that chair has no arms?”
Val waggled his eyebrows, and Saint snickered.
No time to waste. While Val grabbed the lube from the bottom desk drawer, Saint kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants and underwear off, a little shiver going through him from the cold air hitting his bare ass.
The cold quickly gave way to scorching heat as Val pumped his erection, the tip already leaking with precome.
“Oh fuck.”
Val held a hand out, and Saint walked up to him, his body trembling with anticipation. Riding Val’s cock like this was a first, and Saint was already wet from the need to get Val inside him.
“Turn around,” Val said, making Saint groan.
Saint did as Val said, bending over and gripping the desk. He bit down on his bottom lip as the first lubed finger pressed against his entrance. Not wanting to come too quickly, Saint tried not to touch himself. Val stretched him, and by the third finger, Saint was sweaty and writhing.
“Baby, please.”
“Come here,” Val said, and Saint wasted no time.
He climbed onto Val’s lap, his hands on Val’s shoulders as Val lined himself up.
Biting down on his bottom lip, Saint closed his eyes and carefully lowered himself down, the now familiar burn soon giving way to a delicious feeling of fullness as he sat with Val buried inside him.
“You look so damned sexy riding my dick.”
“Oh, fuck.” Saint couldn’t take it anymore, and he started moving, his panting breath filling the room as Val palmed Saint’s cock and started jerking him, using his precome to ease the friction. Saint started slowly at first, but then he found his rhythm, and it felt so fucking good.
“Jerk yourself off,” Val told him, and Saint took over, sucking in a sharp breath when Val took hold of his cheeks, spreading him wider.
Then he punched his hips up to meet Saint’s downward movement, their bodies smacking together as Saint rode Val.
Oh, fuck. He was going to be doing this again really soon.
They moved together, and Saint was never more grateful for sturdy chairs with wheel brakes. Saint bounced on Val’s lap, his hand moving furiously as his orgasm built.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Saint said. Val took hold of Saint’s hips, fingers digging in as he punched his hips up, thrusting deep and hard inside Saint, who felt like he might lose it with how damned turned on he was.
Then his orgasm exploded through him, and he doubled over, coming over his hand.
Val kissed him, muffling the sound of his cry as he punched his hips, his muscles tightened, and he brought Saint down hard against him, liquid heat filling Saint.
They both sat there catching their breath, the room smelling of sex. Saint didn’t want to move but knew he had to because, at some point, everyone would wonder where the guest of honor was. But before he did….
Saint kissed Val, sweet and slow, enjoying his taste and the warmth of his mouth. He slipped his clean fingers into Val’s hair, holding him close as they kissed for what seemed like forever. With a groan, Saint pulled back and winced when he got up off Val. Ooh, boy. He was gonna be sore tonight.
Val opened the drawer and took out a packet of wipes, making Saint laugh.
“You thought of everything, didn’t you? Just how many times were you planning on having sex in this office?” He grabbed a few wipes and cleaned himself off.
“As many as I can,” Val said, kissing Saint before grabbing a few wipes for himself. They dressed, straightening out their clothes and attempting to look like they hadn’t just had sex, but no one was going to buy it. Shrugging, Saint unlocked the door and headed back outside, Val on his heels.
They slipped over to one of the standing tables, and Cas brought them each a beer, a knowing smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, just returned to the bar.
“Cheers,” Val said, tipping his beer toward Saint, who took his own and clinked it against Val’s.
“Cheers.”
They stood there, quietly sipping their beers as they watched everyone laughing, talking, and eating, all of them having a good time and here to celebrate what mattered most.
Family.
Whether it was through blood or bond, they knew how lucky they were, and Saint was honored to be a part of it. This was a new chapter in his and Val’s life together, and Saint had meant it when he said he was all in. It was going to be one hell of a ride.