Epilogue
Benji
Six months later.
Things were different. But different wasn’t a bad thing.
In fact, for Benji, different was quite good.
Sure, he was no longer in contact with his father, but after everything that happened, he didn’t really want to be.
That man clearly didn’t care about him or his well being, so why should he care about his?
Luckily for him, the rest of his family cut him off as well.
The last time any of them had heard from him was five months ago and that was just to apologize about what he had done and explain a bit more about what he had done.
Matthew had been skimming money off the top from all the jobs they had been paid for for years, even though he claimed he split it evenly.
Stealing the money from Milo had been the first time he tried that method and it clearly didn't go that well.
They asked him why he needed the money and his answer was simply that he wanted it.
No one forgave him.
About a month after that, they had relocated their base of operations with the help of the military.
Spence and Travis had to tell them what had happened with Matthew and that they were no longer comfortable staying in that area.
They luckily agreed and found them a new place to work out of further inside Virginia.
With that relocation, Benji decided that he needed to find a new place to live as well.
And that place was going to be with Sawyer.
Sawyer was happily staying with Benji during the relocation of their base but Benji couldn’t help but feel guilty that the place was all his.
Sawyer didn’t have a single thing besides the backpack he came with.
Over the months, Benji would buy him some things so that he would have something that he could call his own, but he still felt bad.
But the relocation was the perfect excuse to refurnish everything and make the apartment their home.
And because of the whole situation that had happened with Matthew and Benji’s unfortunate kidnapping, they were provided a stipend to give them funds to relocate.
That money went straight into furniture for their new apartment, which they had picked out together.
It was such a domestic moment between them, but Benji wouldn’t have changed it. Not one bit.
If someone would have told Benji six months ago that he would have met the love of his life trapped in a dirty basement in New Jersey, he would have laughed in their faces.
But that was exactly what happened.
Benji found the man he wanted to spend every waking second with there.
And they were happy together. Disgustingly happy together, actually.
They couldn’t keep their hands, eyes or minds off each other.
Sawyer was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and he was the thing he would dream about as he slept peacefully beside him.
He didn’t think he would ever have that. But things always happened for a reason. The universe brought them together and it wasn’t something that either of them were willing to let go of.
“You’re always so tight for me, baby,” Sawyer growled as he pressed his cock deeper and deeper inside Benji until his hips were flat against his plush ass.
For a few months now, they had done away with the condoms and if it was possible, the sex was even better than before.
Benji laid flat on his back on the couch.
Sawyer’s hands were wrapped around his ankles as he pressed his legs back against his chest. Benji watched his boyfriends cock disappear inside of him with pure lust written all over his face.
“It’s because you’re so fucking thick,” he groaned.
“You love it,” Sawyer husked with a laugh, beginning to move his hips. Sawyer knew his body well enough now to know when he was comfortable enough for him to start moving.
Benji’s head tilted back, nodding emphatically. “God, I do. I really fucking do.”
Sawyer’s hands dropped his ankles and moved down to grip his hips while he thrust his cock in and out of him. The pace was fast and hard, but Benji had been teasing Sawyer all morning. The pace was warranted. But it was exactly what Benji had been hoping for.
He wrapped his legs around Sawyer’s waist and used the leverage to meet the pace of Sawyer’s hips, sending him even deeper inside of him.
The head of Sawyer’s cock continuously brushed against his prostate and his cock was leaking precum all over his stomach.
He wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to pump it to their pace.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Sawyer sounded and grabbed his wrist, pulling it from his cock.
He then swooped up his other wrist and pinned them both above his head.
“You think I’m going to let you touch yourself when you were a brat all morning?
” Sawyer leaned over and pressed sloppy kisses to Benji’s lips, shaking his head.
“You’re so fun to play with though,” Benji whined against his lips.
Sawyer’s hips moved faster and rougher with that statement, sending Benji further into ecstasy.
Even with the lack of attention on his needy cock, it didn’t matter.
He was still rocketing closer and closer to his orgasm.
He pent himself up all morning by teasing Sawyer too so, really, they were in the same boat.
Suddenly, Sawyer pulled himself out from Benji and he plopped down on the couch, panting softly. Benji’s eyes flew open and he stared over at his man incredulously. “You bastard,” he laughed as his eyes glanced down at his hand stroking his cock.
“Couldn’t let you cum that fast,” he grinned and nodded down towards his dick. “But I want to see you get yourself off on my cock, baby.”
It didn’t take much (if any) convincing for that to happen.
Benji quickly shifted himself onto Sawyer so that he was straddling him.
He reached behind and rubbed Sawyer’s shaft against himself before he lifted his hips so he could seat himself onto Sawyer.
He slipped inside him so easily now. Benji moaned loudly from the sensation and planted his hands on his shoulders so he could use them for leverage as he began to ride Sawyer.
He rocked his hips and bounced a bit, sending his boyfriend’s cock further and further inside of him.
He was hitting his prostate just right every time and Benji was whining, leaking mess over both of their stomachs.
“You like that spot?” Sawyer asked and Benji just nodded wordlessly.
Sawyer gripped his hips once again and moved his hips in time to Benji’s bouncing and he could tell he was dead set on hitting that spot each.
Fucking. Time. “I love watching you bounce on my dick, baby. Fuck, I love it so much.”
Benji was still unable to find his voice beyond wild moans and groans for pleasure.
His hands gripped Sawyer’s shoulders tighter than before and Sawyer just nodded, watching him with a look of desire.
“Cum, Benji,” he husked softly. A few thrusts bounces later, Benji’s orgasm smacked into him like a brick fucking wall and his untouched cock was squirting cum all over their stomachs.
His hips had stopped moving at that point, but Sawyer’s kept moving for a few more moments before he suddenly pulled out and jacked his cock off between them through his own orgasm.
Both sat on the couch, panting and sweating, but it was so satisfying that neither of them cared at all. Sawyer brought his hand covered in cum up to Benji’s mouth and he immediately licked it off with a soft hum. “You’re so beautiful,” Sawyer sighed.
“I’m so filthy,” he laughed out and licked the remainder of the cum off his lips.
“But I like it.”
“I know you do,” Benji flicked his brows and forced himself to move off Sawyer’s lap so he could grab them something to clean up with and their respective pants and underwear.
Once cleaned and changed, they sat down on the couch beside one another. Sawyer laid on his side and placed his head in Benji’s lap. Without another thought, his fingers began to card through his dark locks, which earned a soft sigh from Sawyer.
They sat like that with one another for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence with one another like they often did until a loud slam was heard and the front door to their apartment was flying open and crashing against the wall. The drywall behind it crumbled to the ground.
“Mother fucker–” Benji hadn’t had time to get the extra locks on the door like he had previously. They had been so busy with the relocation of the base of operations, their own move and getting Sawyer trained up, it was just put on the back burner. What a fucking fool he was.
Both men were pushing themselves up from the couch when Milo, Tank and Clay filed in.
They were faces he would never forget. Somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew that they would find them again.
He just didn’t think it would be right then and there.
He was hoping they would have a few good years together.
Benji bolted for the coffee table. He had a loaded gun in there.
Tank quickly dashed after Benji and he caught him right before he could open up the top to the table.
His arm wrapped around his neck and he wrestled him to the ground.
Clay was quickly crossing the room and right as Benji hit the ground, he pressed a taser into his neck.
Benji seized on the ground as the electricity coursed through his body.
Sawyer knew where the gun was kept. Benji had told him specifically where it was. Throwing open the top of the table, he grabbed the gun and pointed it directly at his uncle.
Bang.
The taser halted and Benji finally had a few moments to reorient himself to the world again. His eyes shifted around and they first landed on Milo. He had a gun pointed forward.
He looked fine.
Benji managed to turn his head and saw Sawyer.
Bleeding.
The gun in his hand dropped to the ground and Sawyer dropped to his knees, holding the wound on his stomach.
Benji screamed louder than he ever had in his life and thrashed against Tank. “Let me fucking go! Let me go!” He wailed, scooting centimeter by centimeter towards his boyfriend. “Sawyer! God fucking dammit, Sawyer!”
He heard Milo huff and a moment later, Tank was releasing him.
Benji didn’t wait a single second. He was crawling over towards Sawyer and placed his hand on his stomach, covering the oozing wound.
He had half a mind to grab the gun but Sawyer was more important.
“Y-You’re fine. You’re okay. It’s not that bad. ” He said, nodding his head.
“It re-really fucking hurts, Benji,” Sawyer wheezed, reaching his hand out to touch Benji’s hideous wolf tattoo with his own tattooed hand. It was one of his favorite things to do.
“I know, babe, I know. But i-it’s gonna be okay.”
Sawyer just shook his head while tears trekked down his cheeks. “I-I don’t think so,” he whispered as his gaze shifted behind Benji, staring at his uncle. “I don’t know if we’ll make it out of this one…”
Benji placed one of his bloodied hands against Sawyer’s when he heard footsteps approaching steadily behind him. “We have to,” he said softly right before the butt end of the gun Milo was holding hit him in the back of the head, sending Benji into a world of darkness.
The End…
For now.