Epilogue
COLM
Iwas a little worried when Fallow suggested this.
Obviously, we had to rush back to Possum Hollow to meet Murphy and hash out a plan.
Fallow seemed chill about it, but somewhere along the drive to St Louis he started to get nervous, and I wasn’t shocked when he asked to take a break in a motel room for a few hours before we get home.
If anything surprised me, it was him selecting the motel and not insisting we fuck in the car on the side of the highway. Either way, I was happy to comply.
I expected him to strip down and do his thing until the nerves eased up. It wouldn’t be the first time. So, when we went in the room and he asked me to really fuck him, not lie back and allow myself to be ridden I was caught off-guard.
Now we’re on the bed, face to face with him pinned between me and the bed and my dick in his ass. He’s seemed more and more comfortable with the touching every day, but this is a lot. I’m worried it’s going to overwhelm him.
“Is this okay?” I ask, so close to him that my lips brush his when I speak.
Fallow kisses me chastely, then wiggles his body as much as he can with me inside.
“I kind of like it. You’re a like a big weighted blanket with a dildo and a mild-mannered personality attached.”
He gives me a little smirk, even though I have to lean back to see it, and my apprehension rolls back.
“If you keep finding new ways to call me boring, I’m going to have to fuck the brat right out of you.”
He rolls his eyes, but also makes a few breathy, pleased noises and clenches his hole around my cock. I’ve been staving off the need to move until now, but the less worried I feel, the harder it is to hold back.
“Promises, promises,” he says, but the end of the last word trails off when I pull out to the tip before slamming back in.
Fallow chokes on a groan, and I feel pleasure rising in my chest.
I pull out and slam back in again, slow and hard, and Fallow continues to moan, so I take it as encouragement.
In all the things I’ve thought I’d do with Fallow, this wasn’t one of them.
Feeling his warm, sweaty skin against mine; getting to pick up the vibrations of his moans by pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck…
it’s life changing. I was already committed to keeping him, but there’s no turning back now. Nothing will top this.
It feels utterly natural to pick up a rhythm, and Fallow meets my thrusts with ease. We’re in sync, moving together. His hard cock is trapped between us, soaking up the friction, and every time I have the breath, I put my tongue in Fallow’s mouth and drink him in.
The pressure builds slowly. There are no bells and whistles and knives and corpses this time, although I look forward to doing more of that in the future. This is just my skin against his, both of us riding the other into oblivion.
Fallow gasps, shouts out “Colm!”, and then there’s wetness between us. I’m not sure which of us is more surprised by his orgasm barreling in out of nowhere, but watching that ecstasy on his face does something obscene to me.
I pound him as hard as I can, my teeth in his neck, and less than a minute later I’m groaning and coming inside him.
It takes longer for both of us to come down and be able to form words than it did for us to get there. I keep my softening dick inside him the whole time, even when it feels a little uncomfortable, because I’m not ready to part.
Fallow seems content to indulge me. He purrs and shimmies some more as I stroke him everywhere I can reach, letting me lay about half of my body weight on him.
“You really liked that, didn’t you?” I ask, when I finally get my words back.
“Mmm,” he says, kissing me softly. “It’s nice.
The thought of anyone else touching me is exactly like it always was.
I don’t feel like I’ve changed. It just feels like my body has decided you can join Ellery on the exception list, and I’ve always liked it when Ellery touches me.
In a very different way, obviously, but you get the picture. ”
He laughs a little, and the lightness of the sound makes me happier than any other damn thing I’ve done in my life has.
“So,” I say slowly, trying to find the words to finally ask what I’m afraid to. “This is real? You’re coming back to stay with me? Forever?”
I expect him to tease me for being needy, but he just nods, grazing my nose with his.
“That’s what I want. And I know it’s what you want, because you’re a terrible liar. As long as you don’t mind outing yourself to all the mafia morons.”
“Pfft, I’d say I’d beat the homophobia out of anyone who says anything, but I’m pretty sure they’re all too terrified of you to start anything. Either way, I’ll keep them in line. Or we’ll keep them in line. If they don’t like shit, they can keep it to themselves or go work for the Aryans.”
Fallow nods again. He’s not exactly a wilting flower who needs my protection. If anything, he’s the one who protects me. That doesn’t do anything to kill the urge, though.
“I love you,” I say, throwing caution to the wind. “All I want is to make you happy. Whatever that looks like.”
Fallow’s eyebrows draw together, and he looks over every inch of my face for too long before answering.
“I always told Ellery I loved them, because it seemed like what you were supposed to say. And they were the only thing that meant anything to me. I would never admit it, but I didn’t really understand what the word means.
I still don’t. But I can tell you that whatever depth of feeling I hold for my sister, I hold just as much for you.
For whatever that’s worth. I know it’s not exactly a hallmark card, but you’re the only person apart from Ellery that I care about more than myself. ”
Honestly, that little speech makes me feel even more joyful than if he’d told me he loved me. It’s deeply, intrinsically him and it feels real.
“I’ll take it.”
The room gets quiet again, but in a way I could swim in forever.
“And my real name is Brady.”
Fallow says the words on a single rushed exhale, like he’s trying to get the sentence out and in the past. It’s so rushed; it takes me several long blinks to process.
Then I start to laugh. I laugh hard enough that my now-soft dick finally slips out of him, and he tries to crawl away from me to pout but I don’t let him, wrapping him up in my arms and squeezing, leaving a new trail of kisses up his neck.
“That’s glorious. I can see why you keep it to yourself. Brady, the big bad mafia villain. Brady the serial killer. Brady would be less likely to have all my men quaking in their boots.”
I snigger a little more before that comfortable silence falls over us again.
“Yeah, well,” he says, still sulking. “It seemed like the kind of secret you’re supposed to tell someone before you begin cohabitating at their mafia compound.
It’s a terrible name. I got the nickname Fallow when I was still a teenager and left my first multi-murder crime scene looking like a raided medieval village.
Fallow is badass. Brady never needs to be spoken out loud again, now that you know. ”
I’m still smiling, but I agree. Honestly, it’s very cool that he told me. He’s putting his money where his mouth is for this whole relationship thing, that’s completely new to both of us and bound to have roadblocks.
“Also, Murphy might slip up and use it when we see him. He’s the only one who still says it occasionally.”
I blow out a slow breath and give him one final kiss before we have to get up. Business calls, and invoking Murphy’s name has reminded me.
“Are you nervous?”
He shrugs.
“Maybe a bit. Less now. But hopefully he’ll be distracted from my shenanigans by the whole unknown-organization-cross-country-kidnapping ring situation. We can focus on that.”
“So it’s a we now? You’re included in the Banna business?” I ask.
“Well, I’m invested now. I can’t have you running off on a hairbrained scheme and getting murdered, and you can’t exactly leave your dick at home for me. So, we’ll be scheming together.”
I smile again. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, and it still feels a little weird.
“Alright, deal. Honestly, we don’t even have to go. I can claim I’m needed at home and send someone else to deal with the mess, I’m fucking tired. We’ll make a separate trip to see Ellery once the drama calms down, we don’t need an excuse.”
Fallow nods, and we hold each other’s gaze for a long time.
“Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together. Because we’re putting each other first. Fuck the Banna. It’s just a job. This is what’s important.” I gesture between us.
“Agreed, little rabbit. You and me. Fuck the Banna.”