Kyle wrapped his arms around his neck. “You know I have to go back out there and serve customers after this, right?”
And then Eric’s lips were on his, and they were kissing wildly. Kyle’s body sang with relief after too many weeks of not having this. Eric gripped Kyle’s head, his fingers tangled in his hair, making a mess of it.
“We shouldn’t—” Kyle panted, breaking the kiss.
“I know,” Eric said, then kissed him again. His hand slipped under the hem of Kyle’s T-shirt, pushing it up to expose his stomach.
“Oh, fuck,” Kyle gasped. He thrust his hips forward so his crotch could make contact with Eric’s, and then went back to devouring him. He couldn’t believe this was really happening, and he was so overcome with desire that he was considering fucking Eric in this storeroom.
Eric suddenly stepped away. “Sorry,” he said, wiping his mouth with his forearm. His face was flush with arousal, and probably some embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay. Ireallydon’t mind.”
Eric smiled at him like he couldn’t believe he was real. Kyle was sure he had the same expression on his own face.
“I want to go to Greece with you,” Eric blurted out.
“You do?”
“Yes. Soon. When can you go?”
“I—”
“And I was thinking...do you think Gus would sell this place? To me, I mean? And maybe to Scott too. I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him about it. But I think he’d love to co-own it with me, and you could be the manager and—”
Kyle cut him off with another kiss, but it was sloppy because he was laughing at Eric’s uncharacteristic babbling. “That all sounds incredible, but I need to finish my shift right now.”
“Okay. Right.” Eric kissed him again. “We should talk. After.”
“After,” Kyle agreed. “I’ll be done in an hour.”
“Come to my place?”
“It’s way past your bedtime. Are you sure?”
Eric leaned in and kissed him again. “Fuck bedtime. I’m retired.”
EPILOGUE
“I now pronounce you married,” the wedding officiant proclaimed. “You may kiss the heck out of each other.”
Everyone laughed and cheered as Scott and Kip did exactly that. Eric’s heart swelled, watching them. He caught Kyle’s gaze where he stood opposite him, next to Kip. Kyle’s eyes were wet, and he smiled at Eric.
It had been a perfect July day that had turned into a perfect evening, with a cool breeze coming off the ocean. The ceremony was happening outside, just as the sun was setting, on a grassy hill that overlooked the Great South Bay. Scott had done a good job making sure the wedding would be a very private event. He had booked the entire resort, and there was no press allowed. This day was just for friends and family.
There were a lot of friends and family, though; over two hundred guests were in attendance, but Eric only had eyes for Kyle. He was unbearably handsome in his tuxedo. Especially with his glasses on.
Scott turned and hugged Eric. “Thank you for being here.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it. I’m happy for you.” Eric meant that wholeheartedly. He was thrilled for his closest friend. And it was nice to be at the wedding of two people who were truly in love with each other. He hoped to have one of those weddings himself someday.
“I’m happy for you too,” Scott said. He nodded in Kyle’s direction. “He’s good for you. You should keep him.”
“I hope to.”
Scott gave him a final squeeze, then turned to grab his new husband’s hand. The guests had all been standing for the short ceremony, and the large crowd swallowed the newlyweds up in a sea of hugs and backslaps.
Kyle stepped toward Eric. “That wasn’t too disgusting.”
