“They’re cleaning up.”
“What? She cooked. You can’t expect her to clean as well.”
“She offered. Told me I needed to get my ass in here and make it right. Did I? Make it right?”
“I love you.”
Ryder kissed him again. “I love you too,” he mumbled against his lips.
Their lips met again, and this kiss deepened. As long as they were always open and honest with each other, and were willing to listen, they’d be okay. As long as Ryder remained in the public eye, their lives would always be crazy, but Felix wouldn’t give this man up for anything. If it hadn’t been for a series of events such as crazy ex-boyfriends, a wager, and the social media cancel mob, they wouldn’t be here now. It had been less than a month, but Felix knew Ryder Quinn was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
EPILOGUE
RYDER
June
Ryder walked into his kitchen, ortheirkitchen as it was now. After being persistent for the past six months, Felix had finally moved in. Laura had moved in with her new girlfriend as well. Ryder knew Felix didn’t want to leave her on her own, even though he spent most nights at Ryder’s place.
The last six months had been incredible. It hadn’t all been plain sailing, but they’d never been stronger as a couple. And Felix’s business was booming. He no longer had to do weddings, christenings, and all that crap. He focussed solely on portraits and headshots. A lot of the Broadway stars now used him, after Ryder may have done some shameless plugging of his boyfriend’s talents all over social media. He’d asked Felix to do some tasteful shots of him, wearing clothes for once, and then he’d published them over a week on his socials. It built up such a following that when he revealed who the photographer was, although many people had guessed, Felix’s website had crashed with the demand.
Now, there he was, the love of his life, frowning at his cufflinks as he struggled to fasten them. Ryder came up behind him and kissed his neck. Felix leaned back againstRyder, giving him more access. He spun Felix around and could see in his eyes how stressed he was. This was a big day for his man. It was the first day of pride month and the opening of his exhibition.
“How are you feeling?”
“What if nobody comes?”
That would not happen. Ryder had invited everyone he knew. Even his agent was coming, probably to hustle some of his friends, but regardless, she’d still be there. All the portrait subjects would be there, as well as their loved ones. The place would be packed out.
“Do you need me to help you relax?”
Felix nodded.
“Okay, let’s take this off so it doesn’t get creased.”
He took off the shirt and placed it on the back of the chair, then Ryder pulled Felix’s briefs down, so he was completely naked, and lifted him up onto the kitchen island.
“Just relax, and don’t think about anything but what my tongue is doing.”
He stroked Felix’s hard cock a few times, slicking up the head with the precum, before taking it down his throat. He loved the taste of him. Felix was clearly eager to get to the finish line as he fucked Ryder’s mouth, but they had a couple of hours before they needed to be at the event, so he was going to take his time.
Ryder wet one of his fingers and pressed it against Felix’s hole. He eased it in gently, loving how tight he was, and Felix moaned loudly in pleasure. Over the last few months, Felix had really let himself go with sex. He loved being fucked, and he was happy for the entire apartment block to know about it. Ryder didn’t care, and nobody had complained.
“Ryder, I need you.”
“How do you need me?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
Ryder didn’t need to be asked twice. He pushed Felix’slegs back, revealing his glorious hole, and dove in, using his tongue to open him up. His own cock was rock hard and poking out of his boxers. He held Felix’s legs in place, tongue fucking him, and reached for the lube in the drawer at the same time. They had lube stashed all over the apartment because they could never get enough of each other.
Ryder slicked up his fingers, warmed the lube, and slid two straight inside him. He took them with ease, begging for Ryder to hurry. Even though they’d now fucked hundreds of times, Ryder was always careful. He never wanted to hurt Felix, but he was aching to get inside him. Ryder pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them, before sliding three fingers inside Felix and pushing on his prostate. He cried out in pleasure.
“Please, Ryder. I can’t hold on much longer.”
He slathered up his cock with lube and positioned the head at Felix’s hole.
“Please,” he begged.
