Epilogue One
Will
Three months later
“Ican’t believe this is how my senior year is going to go,” Porter says, eyeing our roommates, Decker and Cam competitively playing video games in the living room.
“You better not be having second thoughts because Josie already rented your room to Carrie,” I tease.
“They’re totally sharing a room. We inspired them, babe. But no second thoughts happening here, just not at all what I imagined my life would be like,” he assures me.
I smile up at him, pulling him in for a quick kiss.
Somehow, I was able to convince Porter to move in with me. He was a bit nervous about living with the guys, but they all get along well. We moved into a bigger, nicer house so Decker could live with us too, and the largest bedroom is on its own level, so it was perfect for Porter and me.
We spent the whole summer together, and it was hands down the best summer of my life.
Porter worked at the coffee shop and got another job as a waiter at the restaurant we went to with my parents.
I assured him that he didn’t need two jobs, especially since his rent was much cheaper now that we’re sharing a room, but he said he didn’t like starting the school year without more savings.
Not like he needs it though, I’m going to pay for everything I can, just like I did all summer.
His protests have slowly dwindled, which has been amazing.
All I want is for my man to enjoy his senior year.
“Come on, we can leave them to battle it out. I have something fun planned for us tonight.” I tug his hand and lead him outside.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” I tease.
We climb into the car and head to a drive-through of one of our favorite local spots, then I continue driving.
I try to plan dates for us whenever I can.
He took half the week off from work for our move and to get settled in before classes start, so I thought tonight would be the perfect night to do this.
As soon as I see the big neon sign, Porter’s face breaks out into a huge grin. “No way, are we going to the drive-in?”
“Sure are, Kitten.”
“I’m so excited, Will. Oh my god. I’ve never been before.”
“Well, I’m happy to be your first.” I would’ve taken him sooner, but the summer went by faster than I expected between his work schedule, the lacrosse camp I helped coach, our trip to Maryland, and the sheer amount of time we spent making each other come.
Which is why I made it a priority tonight.
Plus, it gives us an excuse to get out of the house now that all our roommates are back.
I pay for us at the window, and we pull in at a spot near the back, far enough away that it feels private even though I know that’s likely not going to be the case. There are probably plenty of other horny couples here who are using this as a date night though.
I kill the engine, hop out with our food, and Porter follows me around to the trunk as I open it.
Inside, the back is set up with pillows and blankets that cover the folded-down seats he luckily didn’t notice from the front.
I arrange them a bit better now that we’re parked and grab the candy and snacks I’d stashed back here.
“Wow, someone was prepared.” Porter comments as I climb in.
“I’m nailing the whole boyfriend thing, huh?” I tease. “Now come back here and let’s eat while we wait for the movie to start.”
He’s grinning as he climbs into the back with me.
We arrange ourselves side by side before spreading an extra blanket out over our laps.
Porter’s leg is tucked between mine, and we start eating our dinner.
It’s not a glamorous meal, but it’s fancier than Taco Bell, and I figured comfort food was perfect for tonight.
It’s still nice enough outside that I leave the trunk open for now as the opening previews play on the screen contrasted by the darkening sky.
“This is perfect.” He sighs contentedly as he eats a fry.
“You’re perfect,” I offer, and he smirks at me.
“I know.”
I can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of my throat. “Brat.”
He shrugs and goes right back to eating. The minute we finish our food, I toss the trash in the bag and shut the trunk. Luckily the screen is perfectly visible through the back window even though the movie playing is the least of my concerns.
As soon as it’s dark enough, I pull Porter into me.
What starts as a slow kiss, quickly turns into hunger as I tease his lips, and he opens for me eagerly.
He licks into my mouth with passion and desire as he climbs into my lap the best he can.
I kiss him back harder. My hands are everywhere now, tangling in his hair, sliding down his back to pull him closer in the tight space.
He’s already hard, and heat coils in my gut.
“Will,” he breathes against my mouth.
“I got you, P.” I reach for him, rubbing my hand over his erection as I bring my mouth back to his. Stroking him through the fabric, I pull the band down as much as possible with how wide his legs are straddling my lap. I refuse to let him move though, refuse to stop kissing him.
My hand strokes his erection, and he groans into my mouth. I’m obsessed as his head tilts further to the side, and he relaxes into me. The angle is awkward, but we manage.
“Take yours off,” he pants, so I listen.
I shift us slightly so he’s off my lap, and we both undress from the waist down. I reach for him.
“Fuck, Porter,” I bite out, my hands going to his hips and helping him back on top of me.
He shifts, straddling my lap once again, and the new angle is perfect for me to stroke us in tandem.
Fuck, it feels good as our dicks slide together as he rocks his hips, and the friction is incredible.
I grip his ass, pulling him down harder, needing more.
“Hang on, let me grab the lube,” I say, pausing his hips for just a second while I reach into the candy bag I packed and pull out the small bottle.
“My boyfriend is so classy,” he jokes.
“Always gotta be prepared,” I tease, squeezing some of the lube onto our rock-hard cocks. As soon as I toss the bottle beside us, we’re lined back up, and I take us both in my hand, loving the way his hot, velvety shaft feels against my own.
We both thrust into my palm, fucking ourselves as the car windows are starting to fog up, blurring the movie into abstract shapes of light and color.
It feels like we’re the only two people in the world, suspended in this moment, this feeling, and I really fucking hope no one else is paying attention to what’s going on in our car.
Don’t even care if they are, though. All I care about is him.
I can feel Porter getting close, his movements becoming more erratic, his breath hitching in my ear. “Will,” he gasps, biting my chin as his hot breath fans all over my jaw and neck. “I’m gonna…”
“Me too,” I grunt, stroking us faster and tighter. “Come on. Come with me.”
A few more strokes is all it takes. He cries out, burying his face in my neck as he spills over my hand. I come not even a full second later, following him into orgasmic bliss.
He slumps in my lap, and I bring my hand around his back, holding him close to me. We stay like that, tangled together, until our breathing slowly returns to normal.
“Well,” Porter says, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “That was better than any movie.”
I laugh, pressing a kiss to his sweat-damp hair. “Way better. Hang on, let me grab a towel I put in here and some wipes so we can get cleaned up.”
I reach to grab the bag I packed. I was prepared. I didn’t want either of us to sit in our own release during the movie. I pull the towel and wipe him up, then do the same to myself while he uses a wet wipe.
“There’s another movie, right?” He laughs, nodding his head toward the screen.
“Yeah, I think there’s three playing tonight.”
“Cool, we can’t let all these snacks go to waste,” he jokes, grabbing a box of sour candy and shaking them as he holds it up.
I pull him into me once we’re dressed and cover ourselves in the blanket as we snack and watch the movie after opening the door to air the car out. We kiss and snuggle into each other while we look out the back window and have an amazing night together.
Having a boyfriend is the best.