Epilogue
DEXTER
One year later
Dexter’s tongue fell out of his mouth at the vision of unbelievable hotness that was standing in front of him.
“How have I never seen you in a tux before?” he asked Simon.
He looked like the porn fantasy of a gay James Bond come to life, and Dexter suddenly had no interest in going to the awards ceremony.
“Get that look off your face, or we’re going to be late.”
He was right, but that didn’t stop Dexter from pouting. He couldn’t believe everything that had happened in the last year, and he’d had this amazing man by his side the whole time. There had been a lot of changes, with them selling their respective homes and buying this house together.
It was smaller than Simon’s old place, in that they only had two floors.
Simon had insisted on a minimum of four bedrooms, so they could each have a home office and there was a spare room for guests.
Simon’s sister and her husband had stayed in it once when they came down to London for a show, and that was it.
They’d been here for six months now, and Dexter loved it.
Simon’s place had sold quickly for the full asking price.
They’d never been able to work out how Jared kept getting in.
Simon’s ex-husband had received a suspended prison sentence, and was hopefully getting the help he needed.
The restraining order was still in place, and there had been no contact since the court case.
Simon had moved into Dexter’s flat while they’d looked for somewhere together.
Once they found it, they sold the flat, so there was no pressure on them to make rash decisions or be in complicated chains.
They’d gone fifty-fifty on the deposit, mortgage, and payments, at Dexter’s insistence, but he’d given Simon free rein to kit the place out.
His boyfriend was a snob for furniture, gadgets, and general interior design.
Dexter just wanted it to feel like home, which it did.
“You ready?” asked Simon. “The car’s here.”
“Still can’t believe you ordered a limo.”
“Can’t I celebrate my boyfriend’s success?”
“We haven’t won yet.”
“You will.”
“Do you know something?”
“How would I know something? Come on. Let’s go.”
Dexter couldn’t ask any follow-up questions as Simon walked out of the room. He grabbed his phone and wallet. Simon would have keys, and he didn’t want to be jangling if he had to go up on stage.
His new company was up for talent programme of the year.
Within two weeks of his mum’s funeral, he’d had the formal job offer from Jason.
They’d put him on garden leave for his three months’ notice, but he’d kept himself busy all that time.
Simon was on garden leave as well, but he had it for six months.
On the Monday morning after the Jared drama, Simon had handed in his notice and declared his relationship with Dexter.
Once Dexter had handed in his notice, the CEO had tried to convince Simon to stay on, even if just for another year.
He considered it for a few days, but with Dexter’s encouragement, he pursued his dream of setting up his own business.
It had only been running for six months but was already an immense success, and now he was hiring people. Dexter was so proud of him.
He loved working with Jason and Gabriel again.
They were like a dream team, which is why they were up for this award.
Between them, they’d created an apprenticeship programme aimed at getting people from lower socioeconomic backgrounds into financial services.
It was something they’d want to do at JenSure, but there’d always been too much bureaucracy.
Now Jason had the autonomy, and the one thing that guy did was get shit done.
To see young talent thriving in an industry that would typically have been closed to them was something they were all incredibly proud of.
The award nomination was just the cherry on top.
Simon opened the door and was surprised to see Jason with his boyfriend, Patrick, and Gabriel with his husband.
Yes, that had been a shocker. Not because he was the last one of them to get together with his guy, and then the first to get married, but because of who he’d ended up with.
It had been a bit of a scandal, and they’d been through some shit, but Dexter had never seen Gabriel so happy.
“Are we ready to bring home this trophy?” said Jason.
Everyone whooped in the back of the limo. Whatever happened, Dexter knew they were going to have a good night.
“What does my award-winning boyfriend want as his prize?” said Simon, unbuttoning Dexter’s shirt.
“I got a trophy.”
“You mean the one Jason took home.”
“He said he was bringing it into the office.”
“You’re never seeing that award again.”
“Fair.” He chuckled.
“So, what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me wearing your tux, against this wall.”
Simon growled. “I can do that, but I want you to be completely naked.”
“Okay, but first . . .” He lowered himself to his knees.
He could see Simon was already hard, so he unzipped his fly and then took far too long to manoeuvre the beast out.
He could just have undone his belt, but this was the fantasy and he wanted to get every detail right.
As soon as he’d seen Simon in his tux, he knew this was how he wanted the night to end.
Simon was a lot more comfortable flipping now, but when it was a quick and dirty fuck, like this would be, then Dexter was more than happy to give up control.
Simon always topped from the bottom anyway.
The man couldn’t help himself. If that meant Dexter was now officially a vers bottom, he wore that label proudly.
Simon’s hard cock was bouncing in his face.
He gripped it, sliding the foreskin back, and licked the glistening head before he slid it between his lips.
“Fuck, your mouth is so perfect,” Simon groaned.
Dexter took Simon further down his throat.
After more than a year, he was used to his length and could take him all the way down, but he knew not to go too quickly if he didn’t want to gag.
He could feel how tense Simon’s thighs were.
Dexter knew he was holding back, restraining himself from thrusting forward.
Dexter loved that he could still do that to Simon.
As he continued to work Simon’s cock with his mouth, he peeled off his shirt. He didn’t want to wait too long to get Simon inside him. He was a little lightheaded from the champagne, but he’d deliberately not drunk much as he’d known what he wanted when they got home, whether or not they won.
He stood up and kissed Simon while unbuckling his belt to get his trousers off.
“I’ll get the lube,” said Simon.
“No need for that.”
Dexter pulled his trousers, boxers, and socks off before leaning against the wall and pushing his arse out. He heard Simon suck in a breath and then he was on him, kissing his neck and pushing the plug with his fingers. Dexter moaned as it went deeper inside him.
“You’ve been wearing this all night?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.”
Simon was always showering him with compliments, and he could never get enough of them. He felt him grip the base of the plug and pull it out.
“Look at you, all ready for me.”
Before Dexter could respond, he heard the plug being dropped on the floor, and then felt the head of Simon’s cock pressing against his hole.
It slid in with ease, although there was a slight burn.
Simon thrust in with a few long strokes to lubricate his cock, then one hand gripped Dexter by the neck and the other pushed at his back so his chest was flat against the wall.
Simon pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in.
There was no frantic fucking yet. Each slow slide out was followed by a hard thrust in.
Dexter was convinced he would cum all over the wall any second.
He’d been experiencing waves of pleasure all evening from the plug, but now he was getting to the good stuff.
“I love you so much,” whispered Simon in his ear.
“I lo –”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as Simon slammed into him and then fucked him hard.
Speech was out of the question. His vision blurred, and he could only hear his own heart beating like the clappers.
Simon knew just how to play with his body, and it didn’t take long before his orgasm was close.
He went to grip his cock – to stop himself more than anything.
A couple of strokes would help take the edge off if he didn’t pull too hard.
He didn’t get a chance, as Simon gripped both his hands and pushed them flat above his head against the wall. With one of his hands, Simon held them in place, and with the other he held his hip tightly and continued to drill his hole without losing momentum. The man was freakishly strong.
“You’ll cum when I say you can,” he growled.
“Keep talking like that, and I won’t get a choice in the matter.”
“The fact that you’re able to talk means I’m not fucking you hard enough.”
Before he could respond, Simon slammed into him so hard he couldn’t help but cry out, and his legs felt like they were going to buckle.
Simon didn’t let up as he ploughed him, and all you could hear was the slick sound of his cock fucking Dexter relentless, alongside their grunts and moans of pleasure.
Dexter felt that familiar tingle down his spine, and his balls tightened. There was nothing he could do to stop it as he cried out his release. Simon was close behind him, and Dexter felt his boyfriend’s cum filling him up. He looked down and saw his own trickling down the wall.
Simon let go of Dexter’s hands and pulled him close into a hug from behind, his cock still inside him, as they both caught their breath. Dexter couldn’t believe one of his fantasies was even better than his imagination, but he wasn’t done yet.
“Pull out of me, but step back and stay still.”
Simon didn’t question him. Once his cock was out, Dexter immediately felt cum trickle out of him.
He turned around and went back to his knees.
He took hold of Simon’s softening cock, which was covered in cum.
Dexter pulled it into his mouth and used his tongue to clean every drop.
He looked up at Simon and saw the heat in his eyes.
His cock twitched in Dexter’s mouth, like it was considering another round.
Once Simon’s cock was as clean as it could be, Dexter tucked him back away, zipped him up, tapped Simon’s bulge, and then collapsed on his back on the floor.
“Am I supposed to be doing something now for my part of this fantasy in your head?” asked Simon.
Dexter didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling.
“This would be the part where you just walked away and left me here feeling used, but I don’t want you to do that.”
“I should hope not; I live here.”
Dexter laughed, but kept his eyes closed. He felt like he was floating on a cloud after that orgasm.
“How about I walk out into the kitchen and make us a snack? You can head up to bed.”
“That sounds wonderful, but take your time. I’m going to stay here for a while.”
Simon chuckled.
“Simon?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you know we were going to win?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. “How?”
“I know people.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“And miss capturing that adorable video of you in shock when they announced it? Never.”
“I’ll withhold orgasms if you post that on social media.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, but Jason asked for a copy, so I can’t speak for him.”
He laughed. Yeah, there was no way Jason wouldn’t post it.
“Simon, one more thing.”
“What is it?”
His voice was closer, so Dexter opened his eyes. Simon stood above him, still in his full suit and without a hair out of place. How was that even possible?
“I didn’t get a chance to say something.”
Simon smiled at him, raising an eyebrow.
“I love you too!”