Epilogue #2
Slowly chewing, he shrugs, then swallows the bite of Twinkie.
“I’m not sure. It… it doesn’t taste good , exactly, not like other cake.
But it still mostly tastes like cake. But not the cream.
That doesn’t taste like cream?” He licks the remnants of it from his lips, frowning.
“I’m not sure if I like it, but I want more.
Is this magic? Does the Twinkie have a spell in it? ”
I succumb to temptation, grab another one from the box, and rip open the packaging. “No spell, no magic. Just chemicals and sugar.” I lift the evil little cake to my mouth, but Caolan rips it from my hand before I can take a bite. “Hey!”
“No,” he scolds. “You said it took a long time to stop before. I don’t want to be responsible for that happening again.” He looks at the half still in his other hand. “I want more, but it’s best I don’t have it. We should have a real cake instead.”
“Technically, this is a real cake,” I counter, wondering if it would be bad for me to use a weave to immobilize him so I can get my snack back. It probably wouldn’t do much for the trust in our relationship.
“Maybe.” He eyes it doubtfully. “I don’t like it as much as other cakes, though, and that makes it very strange that I want to keep eating it. I think you should investigate whether there’s magic in it.”
“Sure,” I agree. “I’ll start right now.” I grab my Twinkie while he’s distracted and take a big bite. Oh sweet chemical bliss.
I grimace. He’s right. It’s not as good as fresh cake with real cream or buttercream, but the urge to take another bite is almost instant. I look at the package, which has eight more of these evil temptations in it.
“Tape the box shut,” I tell him. “I’ll take it to the office tomorrow and give it to Alistair.
” Or any other shifter. They burn calories just by breathing.
I take the remnant of his Twinkie from him and throw it and mine into the trash as he opens the junk drawer and pulls out a roll of packing tape.
“You were right,” he concedes, wrapping the tape around the box. “This was a mistake.”
“You had to experience it to understand.” I pat his shoulder consolingly. “We’ll probably both relapse sometime in the future. It happens.”
“It might happen now,” he mutters, staring at the tape-covered box. “Quick, distract me.”
“Wanna fuck?”
His head whips around, attention completely diverted from the evil snack cakes.
“Why didn’t you suggest that before? We could have avoided all this.
Come on.” He grabs my hand, but instead of leading the way to the bedroom, he tugs me closer and uses his other hand to swipe the box of Twinkies off the counter. “Climb up.”
Oooh, kitchen sex. “We need lube,” I remind him. Sure, we’re surrounded by food products that could substitute, but I had enough of that before K-Y was invented, thank you very much.
“Later,” he says. “First I get to suck you. I want to replace the taste of that cream with yours.”
I open my pants, shove them down and off, then hoist myself onto the counter, legs spread. Caolan drops to his knees, and we both do a wiggle/shimmy to get into place. Once we realized the kitchen counter was the perfect height for blowjobs, it became a favorite of ours.
Caolan leans forward and kisses the tip of my already hard cock. “Hello, precious,” he murmurs. “I’ve missed you.”
I snort. “We had sex this morning,” I remind him. It was hot—in the shower. I may need to get a new loofah, though.
“That was hours ago,” he counters, then leans back and purses his lips. “Move your hips forward. I want your balls.”
“I’ll fall,” I protest, but do it anyway. If I lean back and prop myself up on my hands…
“Perfect,” Caolan announces, then closes his mouth over my cock.
I yelp, but before I can lose myself in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth around me, he takes my sac in a firm grip.
I’m not ashamed to say I beg.
With his hands and mouth, he works me over so beautifully, bringing me to the very edge and then backing off, switching tactics until I’m not sure which way is up anymore. He’s stroking my dick, his mouth on my taint, when I feel the tingle begin in the soles of my feet.
“Caolan,” I gasp in warning, and in a flash his mouth is on my cock again, and that’s all it takes to make me spurt.
I slump back, my jellylike arms barely able to hold me up as I gasp for air. Caolan gets to his feet, licking his lips and looking very proud of himself. He leans in, and I gather the energy to meet him halfway for a kiss.
“I love you,” he murmurs, and like always, those words make everything inside me click into place.
“Love you too.”
Time is a social construct. Schedules? Invented to manage time. But love? Love transcends societies. It spans cultures and dimensions. It took me a long time to find someone I could love unreservedly, who’d love me the same way. I thought I needed someone who shared my habits.
I was wrong. I was looking in the wrong places. But thanks to two genocidal supervillains, he found me anyway.
“Caolan?” I ask against his mouth.
“Mmmm.”
“Let’s call in sick tomorrow, turn off our phones, and spend the day in bed.”
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