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If the dreams or thoughts were bad enough, it would be him I turned to and shared with. He would hold me close, and we would talk about the things that haunted us, the things that hurt us, the things that made us laugh, gave us hope, made us believe in love. Or maybe he would kiss the nightmares away, push me onto my back and ride me until I couldn’t think, or fuck me into the mattress so I could think of nothing but him, of us.

“Let them be pissed,” I told him softly. “I’ve got everything I need right here. They can yell at me in the morning, but I’m staying.”

I was halfway to sleep when he spoke again. “My mom was right.”

I stirred a little. “About?”

“What I needed was someone who could see me for who I was, and want me for that, and not want me to change because they love it. The first person I thought of when she said that was you, and I think that’s when I knew. I knew it was you all along. That’s why I could wait,” he told me in the gentlest of voices. “Because I knew, somehow I knew, ya felt the same way about me, ya just had to get there in your own time.”

“You were right,” I told him with a smile, feeling his lips press against my forehead ever so gently. “I’m glad you waited.”

“So am I,” he whispered. “And now we got all the time in the world.”

“I won’t waste it,” I promised him and myself.

And I kept my promise.

EPILOGUE

One Year Later

Sunlight streamed down through the trees, hot enough that even the leaves and branches weren’t enough to do much more than take the edge off. The air was thick with heat and humidity, and there was a small trickle of sweat running down my back. I wasn’t moving, though; it was peaceful by the river, and I needed only to breathe in the smell of the forest and the water to remind myself why I had stayed there for so long.

I was surprised I hadn’t heard someone call me over the radio. As much as some people, usually Xander and Trev, liked to complain that I made things too noisy, they got awfully nervous when I wasn’t around for too long. Didn’t seem to matter to them I was a grown man, and one that got on their nerves all the time, they still needed to check on me.

There was a rustle and a soft crunch, and then nothing else from somewhere behind me, and I listened carefully. The noise had been too sharp to be anything small, and again, the forest animals were still going about their business from what I could hear. Which meant that while I wasn’t alone, I probably wasn’t in any danger.

Another soft scuff and I smiled. “Ya ain’t that quiet yet.”

“Fucking trained specialist,” Reno grumbled, and a shadow blocked out the sunlight I had been soaking up.

Opening my eyes, I peered up at him and raised a brow. “Who sent ya lookin’ for me?”

“Me, myself, and I,” he said smugly.

“Love that,” I said, closing my eyes. “You’re in my sunlight, just so ya know.”

“Poor thing,” he crooned, and then the sunlight was back, illuminating the back of my eyelids. That peace lasted all of two seconds before a weight dropped onto my hips, making me grunt as he knocked the wind out of me.

“Hey,” I protested, opening my eyes and finally getting a good look at him. He’d been toiling away in the lab the last time I’d seen him, and I hadn’t wanted to disturb him while he was so focused. Which was pretty impressive since watching him so focused on his samples, test results, and everything else he was so intent on was hot.

Alright, I didn’t go in and grope him because Mika was also there, going over his work.

His hand came to rest on the waistband of my shorts, actual shorts at that. Sure, the guys complained sometimes that my dick was ‘staring’ at them when I wore shorts, even loose ones with underwear on, but that was their problem. Sorry not sorry, but my boyfriend liked to fuck me with his eyes when I wore things like that, and I liked feeling like a piece of meat that existed solely for his entertainment.

Then I felt the string of my shorts tugged, and I eyed him again. “What’re ya doin’ there?”

“Well, you see, I was coming out here to tell you some of the guys were going to start a round of poker in the rec room, beers and bad movies included,” he said, tugging at my shorts. “And then I saw you lying here, looking so peaceful and erotic, and I thought, hey, I could get laid right now.”

“Erotic?” I snorted. “I’m layin’ here.”

“In these goddamn shorts,” he grunted, finally getting them down and smirking when he looked down at my clearly underwear-less body. “With nothing under them and I decided I was going to get some dick today.”

I didn’t need to say it considering my dick was already stirring to life, but I did it anyway. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya into the ground, hope ya know that.”

“Hope so,” he said, and I wasn’t surprised to see him hold up a small bottle because he had only come out here with the purest of intentions, obviously.

A few seconds later, his mouth was crushed against mine. A minute after that, I had his shorts off and tossed into the brush with mine. Another minute and he was sucking me into his throat while I hovered over him, gently sucking the head of his cock while I pushed my fingers inside him. A few minutes later I was holding him down with my right arm and holding his legs up with the left as I pushed into him. And not too long after that, I was sheathed inside him completely, and he was panting for more.