Epilogue—Later that year
BENJI
“But it’s your private plane?” I said, and Anson just looked at me.
“Yup, I heard it. My privilege is showing. God, I’m sorry, that sounded awful. That was awful. I can’t believe I said that! I’m just worried because it’s so close to Christmas, and they’re going to beat us to the chalet, and …”
“And they don’t even know that the other one is going to be there!”
“Oh God. Should we warn them?”
“Benji, we didn’t tell them because we thought they wouldn’t come at all if we did. If we tell them our flight is delayed with this storm, we’ll never see either of them.”
Anson snaked his arms around me from behind as I looked out the floor-to-ceiling window of his condominium in Boston, both of us watching the snow fall. Snowfall in Boston was not an anomaly, but this storm had snuck in ahead of schedule and was blanketing the eastern seaboard.
Anson’s pilot had called to tell us the earliest she thought we’d be able to leave Boston for Anson’s ski lodge in Colorado was in two days.
My dad was already at Anson’s cabin because he was delivering the furniture that Anson had commissioned him to make.
Beck’s flight was arriving from California, where he’d wrapped up a business trip, and where he didn’t have to worry about a winter nor’easter.
We were supposed to arrive at the airport around the same time and head to the mountains with Beck.
“They’re never going to forgive us,” I said to our reflections in the window.
Anson released me and turned the fireplace on with the remote, a remote which could also dim the lights, play music, and frost the windows. Anson did all of those things, too, before returning to the spot by the window where I stood watching him.
“They’re going to spend the next two days fighting,” he said, a glint in his eye.
“I know. Even though they’ve both sort of come around to us being together, Dad never has anything nice to say about Beck.”
“And Beck practically spits fire every time I mention Ben.”
“He couldn’t even bring himself to compliment the furniture when we showed him those pictures. You could tell he loved it, though, right?”
“Oh, absolutely.” We laughed into a kiss.
We kissed a lot, even in the private lab, and even though Erin had expressly told us displays of affection were absolutely not allowed in the workplace.
It was one of a few rules that Erin had imposed on me and her boss when we notified her that we were dating.
She acted very displeased as we explained the situation, but she, and most everyone in the company, had warmed to the idea, or had at least gotten used to us being together.
More than one person had thanked me and told me they could tell Anson was much happier.
Seeing how much they cared about him filled my heart.
The first time I’d reached for Anson in his private lab, he’d pushed me away.
“This is your private lab,” I purred as I stalked him until his back was against a counter.
His hands found my waist, like they always did, but he leaned back as I chased his lips.
“No one can see us down here,” I reminded him.
“Beck has access.” Beck having access was something I’d had to get used to in general when it came to my boyfriend.
Beck and Anson were a team; they had worked together for years and built an amazing company.
They were true partners and true friends, and Beck was as protective of Anson and his genius as I was.
“If Beck decides to barge in on us, that’s on him.” I pressed against Anson until my lips found his. I didn’t fulfill my fantasy of bending him over a lab table that evening, but I did get on my knees for him, drowning in the delicious sounds he made until his hot seed shot down my throat.
I may have been thinking about that evening when I pulled back from Anson’s embrace and started to sink to my knees on a snowy Boston night a few days before Christmas.
“You don’t need to … We have all night, B.”
“Or maybe two, A. So, plenty of time for me to suck you off.”
Anson growled as his hands tucked in under my armpits, keeping me upright. He leaned in to kiss me but not before saying, “Not what I want,” centimeters from my lips.
We kissed some more before Anson found my hand and walked us over to the living room, where he sat me on his big, inviting couch before he slipped out of the room.
“Be right back,” he muttered.
I jumped up after he left and flicked the blanket that was neatly folded on one of the armchairs, placing it on the couch before quickly stripping out of my clothes.
I was standing in front of the fireplace, stroking myself, when Anson returned with a bottle of lube.
I had joked with Anson over our months together that he should invest in an end table for the living room so we’d have a place to hide lube.
He had looked at me, appalled at the time. “What if someone found it?” he’d asked.
“You mean, what if Beck found it? I swear that man is wound so tight it might make his head explode to think about us having S.E.X,” I’d whispered, “on your fancy white couch.”
I remembered that conversation as Anson took me in, my eyebrows jumping. “We’re gonna have sex on your fancy-ass couch.”
“You mean S.E.X on my fancy white couch.” Sometimes I forgot Anson’s powers of recall.
“I do mean that.” I removed the lube from Anson’s hand and placed it on the coffee table before pulling his T-shirt over his head. His hand found my arousal and stroked it lightly, lazily, like he was mapping it with his fingertips. It had me hissing and tilting my head back.
“That flush that runs to your chest looks even better in the light of the fireplace.” He looked at me as he continued to stroke me absentmindedly.
I was looking at him too and caught the motion when his dick twitched behind his pants.
It broke the spell he was under. He stepped back and removed the rest of his clothes.
“I want you to fuck me,” he declared, handing me the lube before he climbed onto the couch on his knees, grasping the back of it and presenting his ass.
“Fuck, yes,” I said, but I put that bottle right back on the table, alongside my glasses, opting to kneel instead. I opened his cheeks and admired his furl in the light of the fireplace.
“So fucking hot, baby. I love being on my knees for you.”
Anson preened, jutting back a little further.
“You’re so hot for it,” I said before I kissed that intimate area, taking my time to lick and nip at his ass, always coming back to his hole, teasing it a little more each time until I was fucking him with my tongue.
Just as I was thinking I could stay like that all night, my own cock called my bluff, my hips starting to rock, like I could fuck the air in front of me.
I reached back for the lube then and began to stretch my man.
He continued to present his ass, pushing back as I pushed forward, my finger finding that spot inside him easily after months of practice.
My body continued to rock in anticipation, my cock leaking as Anson huffed and moaned his way through my stimulation.
“Fuck me, baby,” he said calmly when I removed the one finger and lubed up two, but as I worked those two inside him, eventually slipping in a third, the request became a chant.
I tugged first my cock and then his, collecting our precum and adding it to his hole. He groaned at the gesture.
“You like that, don’t you? You and me, combined inside you. Look at you all lubed up and ready for me. Should I fuck you, baby?”
Anson had to drop his head in a moan and yank at his own cock before he could answer. “Yes, love. Now.”
I was already lining myself up to his hole, standing behind him, one hand meeting his to grip his cock and tease it with light squeezes.
Our bodies matched the beat of the pressure I placed on his arousal, and we rocked ourselves into that deepest of connections, like we were swaying to a mid-tempo, slightly mellow pop song.
When I bottomed out, I dropped Anson’s cock, grasping his hips instead. One of those arching hisses that he loved came out of me, and he turned to clock the flush of my chest as I leaned back, my fingers digging into him.
“Kiss me,” he whispered. “I need you. Need you close.”
I dropped on top of him, my body tight as I fought the urge to pound into him.
I tried to keep a mid-tempo tune in my head, but as we strained to reach each other’s lips, Anson pushed back, and I could wait no longer.
I kissed him as best as I could from that position as I began to piston in and out.
I knew I was hitting that spot when Anson pulled his lips away, bearing his weight forward to match my thrusts as the most delicious grunts and growls, peppered with a “yes” every now and then, came out of his mouth.
We fucked like that, his tight channel sending wave after wave of sensation through me, my senses heightened by the fact that I was making him crazy with every thrust.
“Need you,” he said again, and I knew what he meant. This time, instead of draping over him for a kiss, I pulled him up until his back was flush with my chest.
He tilted his head back onto my shoulder.
“Love you,” I whispered in his ear.
“Love you too.”
We’d first said it to each other in the lab, me sitting at his computer, him standing over my shoulder as we stared at what I believed to be our completed project. I’d turned around to say, “I think it’s done.”
He’d countered with, “I think I love you.”
I had been quick to say, “I love you too.”
We said it all the time after that, and I was fairly sure it didn’t hurt anything if it made Beck a little crazy every time I said it in front of him.
I wasn’t thinking about Beck or anything but the man I loved on that snowy night as one of my hands found his balls and began playing with them until precum dribbled on me, and I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I ran my thumb over his tip, and I began to stroke his cock the way I’d learned he loved, pounding into him as I did so.
It was my turn to grunt like an animal. My lips found his shoulder, where my kisses may have turned to sucking and bites as all the sensation in my body concentrated and coiled, sending wave after wave of pleasure from my core to my cock.
“I love it when you come inside me,” Anson declared, practically shouting it as his hot cum spurted over my hand and onto the blanket.
We growled in tandem, the music of it ratcheted to the highest tempo, our thrusts continuing as we rode through our simultaneous orgasms.
Anson dropped back to the top of the couch, and I followed, feeling our heartbeats as they sought each other out, his warm cock resting lightly in my grip, my cock strangled by his inner walls, my warm cum spreading.
I wished we could have stayed like that forever, but my softening cock and Anson’s uncomfortable position had me slowly stepping back.
I guided Anson down on the couch. He may have been lying in his own mess, but I was more focused on the little bit of mine I had seen dribbling out of him as I pulled out.
I gently moved Anson’s foot to rest on the coffee table before nestling myself between his legs, kissing and sucking that intimate spot once more.
I crawled my way up Anson’s body, and his tongue was out of his mouth and chasing mine before I could even descend.
We met, and I knew when Anson tasted me because he moaned, and his dick twitched against me.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, settling in on top of him, my head in the crook of his arm. “I love fucking in front of the fire.”
“You know there are real fireplaces in Aspen.”
“Aspen,” I muttered, sated and comfortable and possibly falling asleep. “Like the wood Dad used for your furniture.”
“The furniture Beck secretly loves.”
We may have dozed off for a bit, snuggled together on a couch that felt like it was built precisely to fit us just like that.
Both of our phones blared at the same time, waking us. I recognized both ringtones; mine was the one I had dedicated to my dad, and his was Beck’s.
“I’m guessing Beck made it to the chalet.” We stretched in each other’s arms as Anson kissed the top of my head, and neither of us made a move to find our phones.
“Let’s hope Beck doesn’t decide to set fire to your new aspen-wood bedroom set in Aspen.”
“Yeah, someone really should be there to referee,” Anson lazily agreed as he reached out for the remote, shut off the fireplace, stood, and extended his arm.
Fingers lightly linked with his, I followed him to the bedroom, where we found much better ways to pass the time during the snowstorm than thinking about my dad or Anson’s best friend.
The End