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Epilogue

End product: The final material or substance left at the end of a series of chemical reactions.

F our months later

I slowly drift back into wakefulness from a deep, untroubled sleep.

Despite the chill to the air over my face and neck, the rest of my body is warm and relaxed under the heavy duvet.

Even better, a strong body is pressed against my back, and familiar lips are pressing kisses to the back of my neck as a firm hand rolls me onto my front and guides my thighs apart.

I keep my eyes closed, but there’s no hiding that I’m awake as a deft, lube-covered finger probes and breaches my hole, which is still wet from the attention it’s received earlier in the morning. And last night. I sink my teeth into my pillow, but a pleading moan still slips out.

There’s a warm laugh as minty breath skitters across my earlobe. “Good morning again, poppet. You’re still nice and tight.” I cry out as a second digit joins the first.

“Nguh,” I respond coherently as the strong fingers stretch me from inside, and curl round to caress my prostate. “Please.” I alternate between pressing backwards on those talented fingers, and pushing my aching erection against the rumpled sheets.

“Really?” The deep voice has a mocking note to it. “Aren’t you still full from the second load earlier?” A gentle kiss to my ear reassures me that there are no ill intentions behind the teasing. “Brace yourself, Charlie.” The fingers withdraw, pulling another broken sound from my throat.

Despite the warning, the slick, girthy spear slides painfully slowly into my loosened hole, and a firm hand on the small of my back stops me from pushing back to speed its journey. By the time I’m fully impaled, my pleas have descended into complete incoherence.

“Patience,” the voice in my ear says silkily. The firm, strong body presses me down into the mattress, preventing me from thrusting my hips back. “You’re going to stop squirming now, and be good - and then you’ll get what you want.”

“Luuuuuuke,” I complain, but I stop and wait obediently.

“Good lad,” he says, and kisses the blush on my cheek that always appears when he praises me like this. “Ready?”

“So ready.” I tighten my muscles around his cock, and he chuckles into my ear.

“Okay then, poppet.” He pulls out oh-so-slowly, and pauses, then with a sharp snap of his hips he pushes all the way back in.

“Fuck!” My hand flies back to grasp at his hip, and he catches it midway and places it back next to my head.

Another stroke, just a little faster. And another, speed building.

Soon, he’s thrusting into me at a punishing pace, his thick cock grazing the sensitive nub of tissue within me with each inward stroke.

I can’t stop the moans that escape my throat, growing in intensity as he fucks me harder and harder.

“Where do you want me to come?” he growls into my ear.

“Inside me,” I whisper back, and with one, two, three final thrusts, he presses so deeply into me that I see stars, and the usual heat fills me to the brink of discomfort.

Before I have a chance to catch my breath, he rolls me onto my back, guiding my hand to my cock and clasping his own hand over mine, bringing me to my own completion as I writhe and cry out against him.

I roll onto my back once Luke gently pulls out of me, resting my forearm over my eyes dramatically. "No more. You're killing me."

He laughs, running a soothing hand down my chest. "Alright, Madame Butterfly." He sounds a little smug. "You know, you were asking for it." He taps my nose lightly. "Hey, don't go back to sleep again. We've got to drive to the Liverpool Docks to meet Will and Pri and the guys; we'll be late."

"I'm awake," I grumble, turning to nuzzle into his broad chest instead of actually getting up. "And that's lies and slander. In what way was I asking for it?"

He snorts. "Do you maybe remember following me through every room of the house swooning over pictures of this big muscly Rob guy, and telling me how Will very nearly set you up with him?

" He pokes me in the side as I try not to giggle.

"And speculating how many rounds of sex you'd have every night?

" He pokes me again, making me scream out in laughter.

"I was just asking questions," I say innocently. "What happened to the old-fashioned gentleman I went on all those dates with?"

He kisses me soundly on the mouth. "He found out that you like him being a little bit possessive from time to time, and wants to give you what you want." He pats me on the bum. "Up, poppet. We do need to get ready."

I stand, wincing a little at the ache within me. Man, he really did give me what I was asking for - I'm going to be sore for a while. "Seriously though, it would be nice if we got along with these Rob and Davey guys. We could use some gay couple friends."

"Won't happen if we're late," Luke quips, ushering me into the upstairs bathroom and turning the shower on.

I make quick work of showering and getting dressed, and head downstairs. Luke's already pouring a carafe of coffee into two thermos flasks, and looks alert and dashing in a russet pullover and jeans - as usual, he's beat me to getting ready.

It's only been a couple of months since I moved in to Luke's house, but I already feel completely at home there.

I barely miss my old flat; all the decorations that had made it a home have found their own places amongst Luke's things, and the slightly longer commute to work is no bother when I get to come back to Luke every evening, and the comfort of our shared home.

Mum and Sue are regular guests, and his parents and sister were over for a weekend last month as well.

Plans are being made for a joint Christmas, which makes Luke excited every time we speak about it.

Luke hands me my thermos. "Ready?"

I smile at him, taking it and throwing him his car keys, which he catches deftly. "Ready. But I'm warning you now, if Will starts going on about how he's a genius at matchmaking, I might kick him in the shins."

"Oh, go for it," he replies as I lock our front door and we get into his car. "Last night he texted me that he was looking forward to meeting up with his 'two greatest success stories'."

I shake my head. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to dunk him into the river Mersey. Be ready to be my alibi when the police come knocking."

Luke laughs. "Okay then." His hand hovers over the gearstick as he looks at me fondly. "I love you, Charlie Rust."

I lean in for a quick kiss. The declaration still makes my heart sing, however many times I hear it. "I love you too, Luke Irons."

The End