Epilogue
PERIS
“I am not wearing that.” I shake my head as I stare down at the… I don’t even fucking know what to call it. But whatever it is, it is not going on my body.
“Why not?” Abel whines as he holds it out in front of him. It’s made of these clear beaded jewels in the shape of… well, frankly, it looks like a fucking bra. And he wants me to wear it. Under my suit.
I shake my head vehemently. “Abel. No. That is not going on my body.”
He juts out his bottom lip. “But, baby… Please…”
“No.”
“I’ll make it worth your while…” he says softly as he saunters up to me. He peers up at me through his mascara darkened lashes, and I feel myself wavering from that look alone.
Goddamnit.
“What, then?” I ask because I’m curious. Naturally.
“Tonight, after the game, I’ll bend you over and eat your ass so fucking good,” he says breathily, eyes darkening as speaks, and fuck, my heart falls into my stomach just imagining it…
“Then, I’ll get on my knees and let you fuck my throat until you come right down it.”
“Jesus fuck, runt,” I mutter, tightening my fingers in the hair at the back of his head. I draw him closer until our mouths are millimeters apart. “You gonna do all that for me? If I wear this for you tonight?”
“Oh, yes,” he says easily, nodding his head the best he can with my hold on him. His eyes are wide, lips parted as he breaths heavily. “I will.”
“Fine,” I agree before I can change my mind.
“You will?”
“Don’t question it, or I’ll change my mind,” I snap, and he nods, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, fuck, Abel,” I groan. “Give it here.” I reach for the… device as he holds it out to me.
“Do you want help putting it on?” he asks breathily as I hold it up in front of myself, and I feel myself nodding before I can really think about it.
“Okay.” Abel trails his fingers over my bare chest, pressing into my tattooed pectorals, grazing my nipples, before he spreads the… article and slides it up my arms.
I shiver as the jewels glide up my arms and settle across my bare skin. Abel drags his fingers over me and the thing again before he turns around and glides his hand down my spine. I shiver at the light touch. Goosebumps burn their way across my skin, and my shoulders roll against it.
“You’re beautiful,” Abel murmurs, and I want to scoff at his sentiment, but my throat is tight for some reason, and I can’t really talk, so I just don’t say anything at all.
“Perfect,” he says once it’s clasped, and steps back.
“Okay,” I mutter, face hot because I can feel him staring at me. “I look ridiculous.”
“Peris,” Abel says seriously as he comes around to face me again, and I find his eyes.
“What?” I look down at myself and flush. I look like I’m wearing a jewel-lined bra.
“I promise you, you look hot as fuck.” And then, he reaches down to grab his obviously hard dick trough his jeans.
“Doesn’t take much to make you hard, Abel.”
He lifts a brow and smirks. “Maybe not. But maybe this will convince you.” And then, he’s snapping a picture. I blink in surprise.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I balk.
“Getting other people’s opinions,” he says easily, fingers tapping away on the screen. I lunge forward and snatch his phone from his hands.
“Don’t you fucking dare, runt. I’ll beat your ass.”
“Oh, fun. You’re not doing a very good job convincing me.”
I look down at the picture he was about to send to Gabriel and his friends, Meredith and Stella. “I don’t fucking think so.”
“But—”
“Okay… Yeah, no.” I cancel the thread and shove his phone in the pocket of my slacks.
“You’re crazy.” Ignoring the way the jewels move with me when I walk, I hobble toward the bed and grab my shirt and pull it on over the…
article of clothing and button it up, hiding it from view, all while Abel watches me with greedy eyes.
“Do you mind?”
“No,” he says easily, and I roll my eyes.
“Of course not,” I snap and tug my jacket on.
“You look fucking good.”
“I know.”
Abel scoffs. “Yeah.” And then, he walks up beside me and wraps his arm around my waist. “We look good together,” he says as we stand in front of the mirror, and I can’t help but agree as I look at our reflection.
His pink hair has faded into a light cotton candy color over the last two months, and I think I like it more this shade.
His eyes are lined in kohl eyeliner and black mascara, which really brings out his mercury irises.
He comes to my shoulder as he stands against me, clad in a tight black t-shirt and baggy, ripped jeans with his two studded belts and his pink Converse I bought him two years ago.
I’m in the same black suit I wore a few months ago, but it fits me much better now. The only difference is I have a black boot on my right foot from when they took my cast off a few days ago. I still can’t play, but I’m going to the game tonight to show my support, and I’m not bitter about it.
I’m… surprisingly content about everything.
Maybe it’s because it’s all working out.
Nothing really even happened. Once the cops got the details of who Luke really was and what he was doing, it was kind of a no-brainier, and within a week, Abel’s charges were dropped. Which was the biggest relief for all of us.
We go and visit Mo at least once a week together, but Abel usually goes more. And Abel… surprisingly enough has a fucking job at the local diner we all went to the morning he got out of jail.
He works as a bus boy, and I can tell he doesn’t like it very much, but he’s made it clear that he knows he has to start somewhere, and he’s intent on doing it. And it makes me fucking proud of him. To see how hard he’s trying.
Me on the other hand… I’ve just been following my runt around like a lost puppy, ironically enough. I haven’t been able to play because of my injury, so whenever I’m not at school, I’ve been at Abel’s apartment with him, or he’s been at my place.
I can’t seem to get enough of him, and I know I never will.
“How’ve the urges been?” Abel asks, face pressed against my side, and I lean down to press a kiss to the top of his head. It hurts a bit, him having to ask, but that was part of the deal.
Raw honesty.
We can’t do this without it.
“I haven’t drank in months, you know that,” I tell him, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
His eyes narrow for a spit second at my evasion, and I wince. “That’s not what I asked.”
“I know.”
“So…”
“They’ve been good. Today’s a little rough because I can’t play, and well…”
“Yeah,” he nods. “That’s why I asked.”
“Thanks, puppy.”
“I love you, Peris.”
“And I love you, Abel.”
“Oh, would you two quit being so sweet. We’re gonna be fucking late.”
“Fuck yourself,” I snap at Gabe, who just walks right into my room.
“What if I was naked?” Abel says as he peels himself away from me.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Gabe says as he plops down on my bed with a cackle.
“Ha, right. The hotel,” I muse, shaking my head, but when I look up and see my runt and Gabe both slightly flushed with embarrassment, I rear back. “Excuse me?” I say, deathly quiet.
“Oh, shit. You didn’t tell him?” Gabe says, face paling as much as it can as he looks to Abel.
I glare between my boyfriend and my best friend. “What the fuck happened.” It’s not a question.
“Yo, I accidentally—”
“You knew I was in the bathroom!”
“I didn’t know you would be…” Gabe trails off, and this time, instead of paling, he flushes the brightest red I have ever seen, and I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh.
So, that’s what this is about.
I arch a brow. “Did Gabe walk in on you, puppy?”
“Yes,” Abel says, unabashed. “He should’ve knocked.”
“You should have locked the goddamn door!” Gabriel says, affronted.
“I was waiting for Peris!”
“Oh!” I shout, startling them both. “That was the night that we—”
“Yes,” Abel cuts me off with a hiss.
“In the bathroom, when it got real messy…”
“Oh, God,” Gabe groans, flopping back on the bed and covering his face with his hands.
Abel grins. “Yes, baby.”
I smirk at him. “What a good night. No wonder you were so hot and bothered. You got interrupted…” I tease him, and I relish in making him flush all the way down his long, slender neck.
“Fuck you,” he snaps, and I grin.
“Yeah, baby. Fuck me.”
“In your dreams, Baxter.”
“Maybe tonight, even,” I retort, and Abel sucks in a breath at the promise of something different between us.
Maybe it’s time to give that part of myself to him, too.
He already has all the rest.
THE END.