Epilogue
Lucky held a twenty-gallon trash bag in one hand, working his way through a living room that, no matter how hard he and Bo tried, never seemed to stay clean. Last night’s party hadn’t helped.
Bo hauled in an overflowing clothes basket and sank down on the couch. He folded a T-shirt with more skill than Lucky could have managed. Before Bo he’d simply tossed clothes into a drawer, considering wrinkles a given.
“Where’s Charlotte and Ty?” Lucky asked.
“Shopping.” Bo waggled his eyebrows. “Ty needed more school supplies.”
Lucky stopped mid-motion, as did Bo. Their eyes met and held.
Lucky dropped the trash bag, Bo tossed the T-shirt to the couch, and they both darted toward the bedroom.
“How long you reckon we got?” Lucky hopped on one foot while removing a shoe.
“All the time we need. I told Charlotte we’d meet them for lunch, then go test drive trucks.”
The Durango. May it rest in pieces.
T-shirts and shorts went flying, leaving Bo in Lucky’s preferred state: nekkid.
All the better when no clothes came between them. Lucky latched on to his favorite human with both hands on broad shoulders, rising up on his toes and melding his mouth with Bo’s.
Bo met Lucky’s challenge with brutal intensity, cock rising against Lucky’s stomach. Lucky shoved into Bo’s firm thigh, breathing in soap, fabric softener, and Bo.
He skated his fingers up Bo’s arms, the skin beneath his fingertips prickling with chill bumps. Their height difference put him at a disadvantage, so he stepped forward, crowding Bo into taking a step back, then another, until the bed stopped their progress.
Lucky grabbed Bo’s shoulders, toppled them over, then climbed on top of him to continue ravishing his mouth.
Bo gripped Lucky’s ass, urging him to move, to grind their erections together.
Oh, how Lucky loved the way Bo thought.
Grunts, groans, and the occasional “Oh, my God!” escaped them as they rutted together, a slight sheen of sweat loosening Lucky’s grip.
Bo bucked beneath him, wrapped a hand around their cocks and whimpered into Lucky’s mouth.
He’d never last. Given Bo’s frantic movements and moans, he and Lucky were on a collision course.
He licked, sucked, and bit Bo’s shoulders and neck, returning to his mouth again and again. Harder, faster. Nothing else existed in the world, just Lucky and Bo and the amazing brush of skin against skin, their mingled scents, the rightness of them together.
Tightness in Lucky’s groin grew and grew, becoming too much to hold back. Wrapping a hand around Bo’s and adjusting the rhythm, he shouted, “Ahh…,” spattering cum across Bo’s stomach.
Lucky scuttled backward on the bed, batted away Bo’s hand, and took Bo deep. Bo bowed off the bed, burying his fingers in Lucky’s hair, and pulsed down Lucky’s throat.
Lucky lay with his head on Bo’s thigh, too content to move.
“C’mon up here.” Bo patted the mattress beside him.
“Do I have to? I’m happy right here.” Besides, his position on Bo’s thigh gave Lucky an upfront and personal look at Bo’s softening cock, should it happen to rise again and need more attention.
“I can’t hold you if you’re down there.”
If Bo wanted to hold him, Lucky wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. Summoning strength, he squirmed up the bed and rested his head on Bo’s shoulder.
Bo wrapped an arm around him.
Lucky had begun to drift off into a sated doze when Bo said, “You know we have to get up, don’t you? The house is still a mess.”
“You rounded up your lube stash, didn’t you?”
“Yup. I no longer keep one under the couch, don’t think anyone will go in the garage or car, and I’m not carrying packets in my pockets.”
Dang. Bo stayed prepared.
Lucky raised up far enough to take in the drying cum on Bo’s stomach. “We’re kind of a mess too.”
“Us first, then the house.”
Taking a deep breath, heart thudding, Lucky began a conversation he’d been meaning to have ever since things had returned to normal, or as normal as their lives got.
“You know, if we ever have kids, we’ll be picking up after ‘em, so extra housework, they might get mouthy, and get into trouble.” If Bo had witnessed Lucky’s teenaged years, he’d swear off kids forever.
True to form, Bo went into lecture mode. “That’s all part of being a parent, but in the end there’s this wonderful person you get to raise and watch as they go on to live their own life. You have to be there for the bad times and the good. I think it’ll be worth it, don’t you?” Bo jostled Lucky’s head against his arm.
Oh? Lucky’s heart pounded harder. “Yeah. Think you’d want to raise kids with a no-account ex-con like me?”
Bo rolled toward Lucky and lifted his chin with two fingers until their eyes met. “There’s no one else in this world I’d rather raise kids with.”
If Lucky’s heart kicked any harder it’d break out of his chest. “Charlotte talked to me a while back—”
“I know.”
What? Lucky sat up, staring down at Bo. “You know? How?”
A sheepish grin lit Bo’s face. “She talked to me too.”
“She did? Why didn’t you tell me?” Why didn’t she tell Lucky, more importantly?
Bo placed his warm palm against Lucky’s cheek. “Because I know how I felt about the matter, but if I’d mentioned it to you first, I worried you’d run. I needed to bide my time and wait for you to make the suggestion.”
“But…” Lucky stopped mid-protest. Bo knew him so well. “And?”
“I’ve looked into the legalities, our finances, our insurance plans and what they cover…”
Of course he did. “And?”
“And, with new opportunities at work that’ll hopefully keep us more homebound, I believe we might need to start furnishing that nursery.” He nodded toward the room Lucky spent far too much time in lately, dreaming.
“Are you sure?”
Bo pulled Lucky’s hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles. “I’m sure.”
Only one thing kept Lucky from breaking into a grin. “I know the party was last night, but I’d like to give you one more present.”
“Oh?” Bo leered. “Something you couldn’t share with our guests?”
“Maybe.” This gift might be family-friendly, and not the sex toys he planned to take with them on vacation. Still, this gift needed to be given in private. Heart rate kicking back into overdrive, Lucky crossed the floor to pick up his pants, and the objects he’d kept in his pocket for weeks, hoping for the right opportunity.
Only now, what he planned to ask changed. Bo was right. They didn’t need vows to keep them together. Still…
He sat down on the bed and pressed a white gold ring into Bo’s hand.
Bo gazed up, confusion in his eyes. “Lucky, I—”
“I know,” Lucky murmured, forcing himself to look at Bo instead of turning away. “We don’t have to stand in front of a preacher or nothing, don’t have to sign no papers, but there’s nobody left that matters who doesn’t know we’re together. No pressure, but I’d appreciate if you’d wear that ring.”
Bo let out a shaky laugh. “Marking your territory?”
“No. It’s just that every time you look at this ring, you’ll remember I’ll always be there for you.” Lucky placed the other ring onto his own finger. “I hope you don’t mind, but I plan to always wear mine.”
Bringing the ring to his face, Bo examined the etchings on the outside, the mountain scenes, which reminded Lucky of Bo’s love of camping and hiking. A chuckle came when Bo peered inside the ring where Lucky had inscribed, Love always, T-Rex. “This isn’t the same ring you tried to give me months ago.”
“No. That was just some old ring I picked up in the middle of the night at Walmart. You deserve… better.”
The tears in Bo’s eyes tightened Lucky’s throat. He reached for the ring. “It was stupid of me, I’m sorry.”
Bo yanked back his hand and slipped the ring onto his finger. “Thank you, Lucky. I don’t know what to say but that I’ll always love you too. T-Rex.”