Epilogue
THREE MONTHS LATER
Noah
The sound of rain hammering on the window and wind howling down the old chimney breast greeted me as I stirred from sleep, bleary-eyed and wrapped in Spencer’s arms. The warmth cocooning me was enough to convince me to stay put, especially because neither of us had any plans for the day.
It was February half-term, which meant I was off, and since it was a Monday, Spencer was off too.
“Stay here,” Spencer murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
“Wasn’t planning on moving,” I said, snuggling deeper into his arms. “It’s pissing it down outside, and I’m cosy.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to the back of my head and squeezed me gently. I let out a deep sigh of contentment, happy to let myself drift in and out of sleep until we were both ready to get up. Although, I wouldn’t say no to soft, sleepy sex either.
It seemed like Spencer felt the same as he slipped one hand under the old t-shirt I was wearing and slowly began to caress my skin as he trailed kisses down my neck.
I groaned quietly and pressed my ass back into his crotch, slowly teasing his cock to full hardness as I ground against him.
Spencer’s hand slid down my stomach and into my shorts, stroking my cock slowly.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked, nipping my neck and soothing it with a kiss.
“Yes,” I said. “Fuck me like this.”
Spencer’s hand retreated as he rolled away to look for the lube, and while he did, I quickly shimmied out of my clothes, kicking them out of bed.
His bedroom, which was pretty much our bedroom these days, was still dark and lit only by the muted, grey daylight pushing its way around the edges of the curtains.
I heard the click of the lube bottle, and then Spencer’s arm returned to wrap around me, reaching for my cock as his fingers slowly pressed inside my waiting hole.
I groaned and tipped my head to the side so I could kiss him while he opened me.
Our kisses were soft and heated, stoking a deep fire within me that begged for more.
By the time Spencer pressed his cock into me, I was desperate.
He rolled me onto my stomach, planking above me as he began to fuck me slowly, pressing kisses to all the skin he could reach as his thrusts expertly tagged my prostate.
Spencer really was the perfect partner—he knew exactly how to push my buttons and always gave me everything I wanted.
He loved both topping and bottoming, so we switched regularly, and I adored hearing him moan my name when he came.
The friction of my cock on the sheet underneath me was too perfect, especially combined with Spencer’s cock on my sweet spot.
I snaked my hand underneath me and with only a couple of quick jerks, I came with a deep cry. Spencer followed me over the edge very soon after, crying out my name as he buried himself deep in my ass, filling me with his release.
I twisted my head round, and we kissed slowly until Spencer rolled off me, snaking his hand around my waist and taking me with him until we were spooning again with his softening cock still inside me.
“Good morning,” he whispered. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm, yes. And the wakeup was very nice too.”
“It was.” He kissed my neck again. “Got any plans for today?”
“No, not really. You?”
“Not unless you count snuggling you.”
I grinned. “I do.”
“Good.” We lay in silence for a couple of minutes, listening to the rain. “Hey, can I ask you something?” Spencer said.
“Of course.” I slowly pulled away from him, letting his cock slip out of me before I rolled over in his arms so we were face-to-face. I felt his cum trickling down my leg, and knew I’d end up lying in a wet patch, but I didn’t care.
“How do you feel about moving in here?” Spencer’s voice was soft and casual like he was trying to pretend it wasn’t a big deal. My heart swelled, and I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him.
“I’d love that,” I said.
“Awesome!”
“I mean, I pretty much live here anyway,” I said with a gentle chuckle. I couldn’t actually remember the last time I spent more than one night at my flat. It was probably last year.
“Yeah, but we should probably make it official,” Spencer said. “Then Alex’ll stop grumbling to me about it. He keeps saying we should just do it already.”
I nodded, then bit my lip. I felt bad about leaving Alex in the lurch, even though I’d kept paying my rent and tried to see him as much as possible.
I’d told him I didn’t want our relationship to change, but we’d both accepted that it would.
We just had to make sure we kept carving out time for each other, and I wanted to make sure that if I moved out, I wasn’t leaving him in the shit with the rent and the lease.
Part of me was worried he wouldn’t be able to afford it alone, and I’d have to make sure I actually got him to be honest with me about it because Alex was definitely the sort of person who wouldn’t say anything just to make my life easier.
“We should. Even if most of my stuff is already here.” It had gradually migrated over the last few months, and now my clothes were in the drawers, my shoes were in the cupboard by the front door, my products were in the bathroom, and there was a stack of books to be marked on the kitchen table.
Spencer and I had just folded ourselves into each other’s lives so effortlessly, it almost felt strange that we needed to make things official.
We were definitely going to be that couple who got engaged or married without actually talking about it. We’d probably annoy everyone with our lackadaisical approach to everything.
“True, but I’m sure you’ve still got a few bits to get and then there’s any paperwork you need to solve. Gotta make sure we’re not leaving Alex out to dry,” Spencer said, and I loved how his thoughts had mirrored mine.
“I was just thinking that,” I said.
“That’s because we’re awesome.” He grinned and kissed me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Maybe Alex can rent the spare room out to someone on the cast of that period drama,” Spencer said. “Aren’t they finally meant to start filming soon?”
“I think so. Did you get the letter about extras? I know Theo applied. I think Laurie did too.” There had been rumours swirling about the production for months because we’d heard it was supposed to start filming at the start of the year, but there’d been another issue with the casting.
We knew Henry Lu had been cast as one of the leads, and the former boy-bander turned solo star, Jude Kane, as another, but apparently, there had been some issues with Jude because of who his boyfriend was.
The fact that Jude was gay didn’t seem to have fazed anyone, but the fact that his boyfriend had turned out to be none other than the gay porn star Austin Carter seemed to have made the execs nervous.
I had no idea how it had played out, but Theo had followed a lot of it on Twitter, and after much dramatic back-and-forth, it seemed liked Jude was going to keep the role, but the whole mess had delayed production while they got it sorted.
As Theo had pointed out, at least this was going to make people want to watch the show, even if it was because of all the preproduction dramatics.
“I did, but it’s not for me,” Spencer said. “I think Will’s a little cross about it ’cos it’s lambing season, and he doesn’t want the ewes being disturbed. I haven’t seen much of him lately, though. He’s been a bit reclusive.”
“That’s normal for this time of year.”
“Yeah.” Spencer frowned. “Seems a bit more than normal. I wonder if it’s anything to do with that guy who was hanging around?”
“The posh Londoner?”
“Yeah, that one. I don’t know why. He’s not really Will’s type, and I don’t see Will being his.”
“Who knows,” I said. “We’ll find out at some point.”
“Or we could just go up there and ask.” Spencer grinned.
I chuckled. “Maybe if we still haven’t seen him in another week or two. We can always send Theo in. He’s good at getting answers out of people.”
“We can send Theo and Alex,” Spencer said. “They’re like the ultimate shit-busting team.”
“Like the Ghostbusters or something.” I started humming, and Spencer laughed.
We spent another hour lying in bed, talking about whatever came to mind, before we eventually got hungry. I dove through the shower while Spencer went down to start breakfast, making us scrambled eggs on thick slices of sourdough toast and tea, which we ate sitting at the kitchen island.
It was still raining, so we decided just to curl up in front of the TV for part of the day. We talked about going over to my flat, but the weather wasn’t persuasive. I’d go tomorrow and see what needed packing and try to see Alex too.
But all that could wait; there wasn’t any rush. Like we’d said, I pretty much lived at Spencer’s already. It was just sorting out the official bits.
“Do you need to do any marking today?” Spencer asked as the end credits of the episode of the epic fantasy show we’d been watching rolled.
“No, it can wait until tomorrow.”
“Do you want to make some cookies? I kinda fancy some cookies.”
I looked over at him. “I can’t believe you need to ask me that. Cookies are always good.”
“Awesome. Let’s make cookies, then.” We climbed off the sofa, and Spencer took my hand, leading me into the kitchen and starting to dig things out of the cupboard as he asked me what I fancied putting in them.
We went back and forth but eventually settled on chocolate chip and oatmeal with a pinch of cinnamon that made you just want to eat more of them.
Once the dough was chilling in the fridge, we watched another episode before we turned the oven on and spooned the cookie dough onto a tray. The kitchen smelt absolutely heavenly, and both Spencer and I snuck hot cookies off the tray as soon as they came out of the oven and we could pick them up.
It was one of those warm, cosy days that was utterly perfect.
One of those days that didn’t really have a great impact on the universe, but one of those days I’d always remember as another day with the man I loved.
The man I’d always longed for, and the man who’d been around for most of my life.
It had just taken us until recently to realise just how perfect we were for each other.
And when we climbed back into bed later that night, exchanging kisses and whispered declarations of love, I felt nothing but happiness.
Because this life with Spencer was everything I’d wished for, and I knew I’d cherish every moment for as long as we both lived.
The End