“I’ve always spoiled you.”
“I still don’t know what I want to do about Gannon and Bowser,” Ani said.
“That’s okay.”
“Won’t Baikal get impatient?”
“Let him.” Flix returned to washing him leisurely, clearly unconcerned by that possibility.
“You’d really risk pissing him off for me?”
“You’re the most important person in my life,” he replied. “Of course I would. Oh. That reminds me. He found out about my powers.”
“He what?!” Ani tried to get up but was pushed back into place. “How?!”
“I’ll tell you all about it,” he held his gaze, “so long as you’re good and sit still.”
“Be good for you?” Ani settled himself comfortably. “I can do that.”
He could do that for Flix forever.
Epilogue:
One Year Later
“Not so rough!” Ani tried to push against Flix’s thigh, but the sound of slapping skin only came louder, their joint sounds echoing in the tiny storage closet they’d slunk off to in the middle of the event.
Hisevent.
His protests ended with a moan as Flix kicked his legs open further and stroked in with a hard thrust of his hips that had the metal shelving unit Ani was leaning against rattling chaotically. “Too deep! It’s too deep! Ease up!”
The second they’d stepped in, Flix had spun him around and shoved him down over the middle shelf. He’d made quick work of Ani’s pants and had barely taken the time to open him up before his cock had nudged against his tight entrance, demanding passage. They’d fucked this morning before getting ready for the gallery, which was probably the only reason why the sting was minimal and his body adjusted to the intrusion so quickly.
But still.
He buried his head between his arms and lifted his hips, trying to get that cock to hit a better angle, one that didn’t make him feel like his insides were being rearranged by a batteringram. For his efforts, his prostate took a sudden and intense hit that caused him to careen forward.
Flix grabbed onto his hips and pulled him back onto his cock, fucking into him with ferocity, as if something outside had set him off and made him—
“You’re angry,” Ani gasped as he came to that realization too late. “Why?!”
“Not angry,” Flix corrected, reaching over to grab him by the front of the throat. He hauled him up so that his back came against Flix’s chest, staying seated within him the entire time. “Just making a point.”
“To who?!” Ani’s hard dick dripped, and he reached for it, tugging on it in time with Flix’s thrusts.
Until the Brumal member got wise to what he was doing.
“Do I have to tie you up?” Flix shoved his hand away and then spun Ani around, lifting him with his hands beneath his ass. He lowered him down, his cock slipping back into place with ease.
“Our clothes,” Ani said. “Don’t get them dirty! I still have my speech!”
This gallery showing was his first official one as a freelance artist. Not only were all of their friends currently out there roaming the open space, but so was a good portion of the general public. They’d all come to see Ani’s work, not listen to him get pounded by his boyfriend in a storage closet.
The only ones guaranteed not in attendance were Gannon and Bowser. In the end, Aneski hadn’t been able to order any real harm to either of them. He’d kicked Gannon out of the Shepards and cut him off completely. For a while, Flix had him monitored by a Brumal member to ensure Gannon never even got close to Ani. By the time graduation had rolled around, his ex-friend seemed to have finally taken the hint.
He’d gotten a job in another city right after, and Ani hadn’t heard from him since.
Bowser had survived his surgery, but the person who came out of it was different from the one Ani had always known. He’d been morose, guilty over having killed Russ, and heartbroken. The police had wanted to book him for the murder, but Ani had gotten Flix to give him a light sentence.
