The day Mike was set to go home, his nerves were on edge. He’d come a long way and knew tricks to manage his emotions, but being faced with having Lane alone excited and chilled him.

Sharron stopped by to say goodbye, and he chatted with a few of the orderlies while he waited. Then the door opened, and he saw Lane. His throat closed with emotions.

They met with a huge hug and a sweet kiss. His life with Lane was good. He might have had a few hiccups, but Lane wasn’t holding back. They were still a couple.

“Are you ready?” Lane asked.

“Sure am.”

Lane carried his bag, and he walked out of the facility feeling more hopeful than he had when he’d arrived, which wasn’t hard to do. Lane had arranged for a car to drive them home so they didn’t have to bother with switching trains or busses. Once home, he stood in the doorway to the apartment and glanced around. His gaze met Lane’s, and they both smiled.

“I’ve already started packing,” Lane said.

“I can see that.”

“I got the job.”

Lane’s words were music to his ears. He and his lover were moving to be with their friends. No more night shifts, no more sleeping during the day. They would have a life together and be with their friends. “That’s great.”

“If you don’t like it, we can—”

He closed the distance and pressed his lips to Lane’s, stopping his words. The kiss sent a thrill to his cock, and he tugged at Lane’s shirt, exposing his skin. He breathed in, loving the way his man smelled. Holding him close and loving him was the most important thing in his life. He could find another job, something he enjoyed, he could move to different cities, but without Lane, it would mean nothing.

Lane started working on his pants, and Mike removed his own shirt. In a flurry of hands and stolen kisses, they were both naked. He sighed and pressed his body against Lane’s. This was where he was meant to be, next to his man, holding him close.

“Thank you for sticking with me,” Mike said.

“I love you.”

He sighed and closed his eyes, drinking in the moment. He had a man who loved him. He could survive anything as long as he had Lane with him. “When are we moving?”

“A week.”

“Do we have a place to live?”

“I rented an apartment for four months. It was the shortest rental I could get. We can look for a house once we get there.”

“You’re the best.” Mike pushed Lane to the wall and held him there, devouring his lips. Their bodies rocked gently until he thought he would go insane. Then Lane bent to retrieve a condom and some lube from his pants pocket, handing them to Mike, before turning and shoving his ass back.

Mike rolled on the condom and lubed up before positioning himself at Lane’s entrance. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Slowly, he eased forward, sinking into Lane. He enjoyed the moment and stayed still as he grabbed Lane’s hands, which were pressed against the wall. Their fingers wove together as he slid in even deeper. This was the perfect way to celebrate being home.

He plastered his chest against Lane’s back and stayed close as he gently rocked his hips. He didn’t want hard and fast; he wanted love.

His lips sought out Lane’s neck, nibbling on his soft flesh. He bit down on Lane’s earlobe, and tugged on the fleshy nub, drawing out a low moan from Lane.

“Fuck, Mike, so fucking good.”

Heat rose between them, and he had to force himself to stay calm. He’d wanted this to be slower, but Lane was too delicious, and he went crazy, slamming into Lane. Lane’s body clenched and bucked as he drove in, taking his pleasure.

His hands were shaking as he fought the need to come. He wanted to stay like this forever, but he was too excited. This wasn’t their only perfect moment, and he knew there would be more, but he wanted to draw it out as long as possible.

Lane was grunting and gasping for breath, his hips rocking. Then he stilled and came, his cum splatting on the wall. Mike followed closely behind. They were both breathing hard, their skin slick with sweat. He slid out, and Lane turned, cupping his cheeks.

“That was amazing.”

He chuckled and brushed his lips over Lane’s. “I can’t believe we get to do this. It’s awesome.”

Lane’s fingers drifted over his neck and lower to his chest. “I love being with you.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you.” And he would. If Lane got a job in London, he would follow him there.

Moving again was a little weird. He’d just come to Jersey, and he liked the city, but they could always visit. Being in the same place as the rest of the guys would be amazing and well worth the pain of packing and moving.

After a short nap, they packed more boxes then went out for dinner. Only once did he need to employ a relaxation technique to get him through a rough moment. Lane needed to stick to sleeping during the day, but Mike had adjusted to being awake when the sun was up. He’d worried how that would work, but when Lane noticed him yawning, he suggested they turn in.

The fear of doing something wrong hit, and his hands started to shake. Lane squeezed his shoulder and he met his gaze.

“Let’s meditate,” Lane suggested.

Mike nodded. “Are you okay sleeping in the same bed with me?”

“Yes. We’ll meditate, and I know you’ll be fine. You’ve been working hard, and Sharron has high hopes.”

“I think I’ll be okay.”

“Good. Now, let’s get ready for sleep and meditate.”

When Lane joined him in bed, he rolled close and held his man. He was an anchor in this crazy world. Meditation took him under fast. When he woke, he was happy to realize he’d just slept through the night. Nothing had happened, and he hadn’t attacked Lane.

He watched his lover sleep and realized that maybe if he couldn’t get this under control, they could just sleep in different rooms. An extra bedroom was something to look for in a house. They could buy some place and have a guest room he could use if he was stressed out. He loved falling asleep next to Lane and waking to this, but his life—all of it—was more important than where he slept. Once they were in Florida, he would mention the idea to Lane.

Packing wasn’t too difficult. They still had to live, so they weren’t able to pack everything. Lane’s last day, or night really, at work was uneventful. They spent the next three days helping Lane adjust to being awake during the day.

He had an event he coordinated but didn’t go to. His earlier event in DC went off without a hitch. It was weird arranging everything but not participating in the principal security role. He wasn’t sure if he would be comfortable running his business in the background though. Being a part of the action was a part of him, but maybe that was the part that got him in trouble. He liked being in the middle of it all, but that also caused some stress. After his time in the hospital, he realized he had to adjust everything. The adjustments weren’t horrible, but it wasn’t how he wanted to do his job. When they got to Florida, he would shift what he did for income and find something else that fit but didn’t increase his anger.

The last full day in Jersey, they were free to spend their time playing tourist in Manhattan. They wound up on the top of the Empire State building a little after the sun went down. It was beautiful, near magical. He turned to Lane and cupped his cheek.

“Every day with you is amazing. I love spending my life with you. Moving to Florida is going to be wonderful.”

Lane’s lips stretched wide in a beautiful smile. “Thank you for being willing to move. I’m sure we’ll have difficult days, but we’ll make it through because we’re together.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips over Lane’s. This was the most romantic place, at least it was for him. He had his man; his life was falling into place, and he would be near his friends. Life was good, and he was going to enjoy it.