Epilogue
Casey Joe
The Following Fall
“Keep your hands on the bar,” I ordered. Looking over Bryce’s shoulder, I watched in the mirror as his cock bobbed in front of him and dripped pre-cum on the towel we’d placed on the floor.
We enjoyed sex in the gym as often as possible.
There was something about fucking in front of the mirrors, knowing anyone who thought to look through the window could maybe see us, and walking by the same machines later in the day just to catch each other’s eyes and recall what we’d been up to that morning.
The weight benches and any equipment with an overhead bar had quickly become our favorites. And before you start in with your lectures on hygiene, fuckin’ all over the gym meant we kept things spic and span, both for ourselves and our members.
“Fuck, Case, please,” Bryce begged, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Touch me, please.”
I absolutely loved ordering Bryce to keep his hands up on the bar and fucking him from behind. Eating his ass as he straddled and sucked me on the weight bench was also in the running for best use of gym equipment. Riding him on the weight bench as a close third place.
“Only because we have a weddin’ to get to,” I whispered gruffly at his ear. “If we didn’t, I’d let you beg a little more.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Bryce panted. “What did I ever do to you?”
I chuckled, letting my hot breath tickle over his soft earlobe. “How about last week when you edged me to within an inch of my life?”
It was Bryce’s turn to chuckle. “Oh, right.” He sighed and dropped his head back on my shoulder when I finally took his leaking cock in hand and stroked him firmly. “Fuck,” he whimpered. “Please, Case. Fuck. Please let me come.”
Honestly, I kinda wished we had a little more time before the wedding preparations because I would have loved to draw out his orgasm for a bit longer.
“Next time, I’m gonna make you beg for hours,” I growled.
With one hand on Bryce’s hip and one hand stroking his shaft, I pumped in and out of his tight heat, my eyes never leaving his in the mirror.
“Shit, Case, I’m close,” Bryce said, heat and pleasure lighting up those gorgeous eyes while he watched me.
“Almost,” I bit out. “Fuck.” With a final slam into him, I held an arm across his waist as my orgasm ripped through me, and I filled him with my hot release.
Bryce tensed in my arms and groaned, spilling over my fist in hard, fast pulses.
And then he turned, and his arms came around my neck, our mouths meeting in a slow, dirty kiss as our orgasms sent liquid pleasure oozing through every inch of our bodies.
“Fuck,” I whispered into his mouth. “Do you know how damn much I love you?”
“Probably enough to fuck me in our gym and marry me on our hilltop.”
“Yeah, definitely that much.”
Bryce slapped my ass. “We need to clean up the mess and get ready. Jack will have a conniption if we’re late to our own wedding.”
Twenty minutes later, we’d started the laundry, sanitized the equipment, mopped the floor just in case the towel missed anything, and wiped down the mirror.
It wasn’t often we hit the mirror, but that one time was enough to make cleaning it a habit after we’d made use of the equipment for exercises that were much more for pleasure than physical training.
We made our way to the truck. Could we have walked? Sure. Did I want to do the walk of shame after fucking my fiancé in front of the gym mirror? No, I did not.
So, we’d brought the truck.
“Gonna be a nice day,” Bryce said, taking my hand.
The weather looked to be a quintessentially fall day in the Midwest.
The leaves were absolutely perfect.
The air had a nip to it as we drove, but by the time we were all gathered in the backyard, it would be the exact right mix of warm sun and cool breeze.
“Just enough time to shower before they get here,” I said when I parked the truck.
And I was right.
Bryce and I had showered and dressed in old jeans, flannels, and work boots when Hudson and Lance’s heads appeared coming up from their place. Henry and Jack pulled in only a few moments later.
The whole crew spent the rest of the morning and into the afternoon cleaning up the yard, placing huge, gorgeous mums, setting up a wooden archway with autumn leaves and twinkle lights, and putting wooden benches out for the handful of guests who would arrive soon.
We laughed, we wrestled, we ate lunch, and we enjoyed every minute together.
And then it was late afternoon.
Bryce and I showered again while the guys went off to get themselves ready.
“Are we seriously wearing these?” I asked as I stared at the black and white jock strap made to look like a tuxedo.
Bryce snorted. “I guess she wouldn’t know if we didn’t, but they’re kinda cute.” He held up his jock and wiggled it around. The words Casey’s Husband shimmered in gold font. He tipped his chin. “Come on, let’s see.”
With a long-suffering groan, I pulled on the custom jock Dizzy had purchased for us. Bryce’s Husband was front and center on the waistband, and the pouch was adorned with a black bow tie. “At least it’s not in 3D, I’d say fuck no to that.”
“Eh, since we aren’t doing the whole tux thing, I think it’s nice if we wear them so we can say at least our underwear was dressy.”
“Fine, but if she fuckin’ asks to see them…”
Bryce cracked up. “No, we’ll draw the line there.”
“Alright, get your ass out of here,” I said, slapping a hand against Bryce’s perfect butt cheek.
He yelped and turned into my arms. “I’ll see you out there.” A kiss. “Love you.” Another kiss.
“Love you,” I whispered, nuzzling my nose against his. “Let’s go get married.”
“You ready?” Henry asked as he straightened the collar of my plaid flannel jacket.
I glanced down at my dark wash jeans and new work boots. “Ready to get out of these damn clothes,” I grumbled.
Bryce and I had similar wedding attire. My flannel jacket was a brown and burgundy plaid, while his was mostly burgundy.
Our jeans were a different fit—mostly because his ass was too perfect and hiding it in the jeans my flat ass needed was a sin—but both in the same dark wash.
My boots leaned a bit more toward the work boots side while his were a slight bit more on the casual side of dressy casual.
“You look great,” Hudson said. He patted my pocket. “Got the ring?”
I batted at his hand. “Got it. I seriously can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
My youngest beamed. “What? I’m a jack of all trades, why not get ordained so I can officiate my dad’s wedding?”
“Just make sure we end up married for real. I’ll take you runnin’ the show a thousand times over Brother fuckin’ Larry, but I don’t want to find out ten years down the road you forgot a part.”
Hudson hugged me close. “I’m really proud of you,” he whispered. “Bryce is amazing, and I can’t wait to watch the two of you enter your geriatric years listening to your old people music.”
“Hey,” Lance said with a chuckle as he entered the room. “Be careful who you’re calling geriatric.”
Hudson popped a kiss to my cheek and turned to Lance grinning ear-to-ear. “Sorry, babe. You know I don’t consider you old.” He winked. “Our bedroom is like the fountain of youth.”
Lance kissed Hudson, whispered something that made my son laugh, and they walked toward the backyard.
“He better hope his lube and arthritis cream never get mixed up,” I muttered.
Henry snorted. “You got this,” he said, pulling me into a back slapping hug. “We really are proud of you. All we’ve ever wanted was for you to be healthy and happy. Bonus points that we get to be here for it.”
Jack showed up at the door. “It’s about time.”
Henry gave my back one last slap, kissed Jack and told him he’d save his seat, and then my oldest was gone.
Jack clasped his hands in front of him. He, of course, was dressed up a bit more than Hudson, Lance, and Henry in their nicer jeans and fitted sweaters.
Jack’s outfit was some sort of purplish gray with a large checker print in a very subtle, thin purple line.
The pants were what I’d call too tight, but they fit him well.
The jacket was fitted, and the plain black t-shirt underneath pulled it all together.
The best part, according to Jack, were his boots.
I had to admit, I probably wouldn’t ever wear boots like that, but they did look good with his outfit.
“Ready?” he all but squealed.
“Damn, boy, tone it down.” I rubbed at my ear.
“Sorry,” he said, not looking the least bit sorry. “I’m just excited.”
I took pity on the kid and put my arm around him. “Well, I guess we need to get me fuckin’ married.”
Right then, “With You Til the End” started playing through the speakers set up around the yard. Jack’s eyes lit up and my heart nearly beat out of my chest. I took Jack’s arm, and he led me to the side of the yard.
The kid nearly wiggled himself out of his boots as we waited for Bryce and Dizzy to take their place on the other side.
And then he was there.
The love of my life.
Smiling at me from across our backyard.
Dizzy beamed at her Brycey as they walked toward where Hudson stood.
I watched as Bryce hugged Dizzy and moved to hug his mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law, and their kids.
Then Jack tugged on my arm.
It was all a blur, but we ended up in front of Hudson, and Jack hugged me. “Thank you for being the dad I never had. Henry might be my true love, but I think I needed you just as much as I needed him. Love you.”
I held onto the kid a few extra beats trying to gather myself.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Love you too, kid.”
And then I was facing Bryce, our hands joined between us, and Hudson going on about a love of a lifetime and soulmates. Luckily, someone was recording so I could watch it because my brain and heart were both crashin’ the fuck out.
“I think Bryce was going to start with his vows,” Hudson said with a smile and a wink. The little shit knew I was short-circuiting.