by J. M. Lamp
I nod and follow him back out of the office towards the kitchen.
“Kelsey’s gonna work in there,” he says, pointing into the kitchen. “She needs a job that pays she told me, so she’s gonna work here when I start the lunch hours. All her classes are early in the morning, so it works out.”
“She’ll be good, I promise.”
We get to the bar, and he holds up the piece to let me slide in.
“I’ve never been back here,” I say, feeling everything in my path. “It’s so beautiful. So many wonderful buzzes that I’ve gotten thanks to all of this back here.”
He laughs and inputs something into the cash register. “I’m hoping to go a lot more digital with everything. It’s not that much more expensive, and it really is way easier when dealing with everything. I don’t know why Bruce never went with it.”
“Still surprised he got TVs.”
“He got those before he found everything out,” he says. “I told him that I’d pay him extra for the cost of them all, but he just laughed.”
I lean against the counter and put my hands behind my head. “How’s he doing?”
He shrugs. “I know it was hard for him to let this place go, but he seemed… happy. He truly seems at peace with the whole situation.”
He lets out a deep breath and smiles at me. “Can I handle all of this?”
I move closer to him and put my hands on his hips. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.” I plant a kiss on his lips and pull him tighter into me. “Ya know, I’ve always wanted to have sex in this place. It’s almost like a second home, but without the bed.”
“Is that so?”
I nod. “Never wanted to risk getting kicked out, though. This place has families come for Christ’s sake.”
“I won’t tell the owner if you won’t.”
He pulls me in for a kiss and brings my shirt up over my head. I unzip my pants, kicking them to the side, and he grabs hold of my massive bulge coming through my boxer briefs. His touch warms me, and I dig my face into his neck as he moans.
He takes off his shirt and throws it at me, scooting back onto the counter of the bar. I push aside a bowl of straws and start unzipping his pants. I slide them off and instantly put my face between his legs. His dick tastes sweet as I relentlessly massacre his tip with my tongue and stroke up and done. He lifts and lowers his hips, hitting the top of my mouth with his tip, and I have to come up for air.
I look up at him, and he throws his head back, smiling. He hops back onto the flat of the bar, and I laugh.
“I really hope you wash this later.”
“Of course, Samuel.”
He bites his lip and leans down, wrapping his hands around my neck. I get overtop of him on the bar and take his lip in my mouth, moving my tongue from his lips to his neck. He flips over and arches his back up to where his ass is in my face. Getting onto my knees, I slowly slide his underwear down and start rimming him.
He grabs hold of his dick and strokes it back and forth as I pound into him with my tongue. I watch as pre-cum drips onto the counter beneath him, and my dick instantly grows sore from being so hard.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I say, sticking my finger in it and sticking it in his mouth.
He flips back over and puts his hands on my hips. He pulls me in tighter, and my dick pokes him in the side. I spot some lotion beside me on the counter and smile, squirting some into my palming and lathering up my dick.
“Lay down,” he says, sitting up on his knees.
I do as he says and lie back on the counter. The surface is even colder as my back, and I jump the second I touch it. He laughs and strokes me up and down.
Sitting up over top of me, he positions my dick directly beneath him and slowly eases me into him. The pleasure hits me instantly, and I set my hands on his hips. The deeper I go into him, the tighter my grip goes on his hips.
He starts swaying back and forth, riding me like his own personal roller coaster, and I can feel myself closer to coming the faster he goes. His moans don’t stop as he grabs hold of his dick and beats at it mercilessly.
The sight of him throwing his head back in pleasure sends waves through me, and I lean up onto my elbows.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says, stroking himself faster and bouncing on me quicker and quicker.
I close my eyes and smile as I unload inside of him, and he unloads all over my chest.
Sex with Oliver since we proclaimed our love for each other has been amazing. It was already good, but having that new connection has intensified it to levels that I can’t explain.
I look up into his eyes, and his gaze doesn’t leave mine. The light shines on him as he sits there on top of me, and all I want to do is take a mental picture of how beautiful and perfect I find him in this moment.
***
Comic Con is like a wet dream come to life as we step into the building and marvel at everyone around us. The different cosplays are one thing, but getting to see so many people that I admire in the different booths throughout the venue is what I’ve always dreamed about.
“I think I’m gonna die,” Oliver says.
He points over to a booth where the actors of his favorite television show are sitting.
His eyes widen, and I laugh. “Go and I’ll wait over here.”
I watch him runoff and get the novel that the show is based on out of his pocket. It almost looks like his legs are shaking from nerves, and knowing how happy he is right now means the world to me.
He comes back over and shows me where they signed it. “I just can’t believe this is happening. What is this life I’m living right now?”
After meeting several more of Oliver’s idols, we finally sit down and take a break. I close my eyes and try to focus on my own thoughts, rather than the constant noise that is going on around me.
“Hey, buddy,” I hear to my right.
Braxton puts his hand on my shoulder and nods to Oliver.
“I forgot you were gonna be here,” I say. “I should’ve text you before we got into town.”
He shakes his head. “It’s cool. I’ve been really busy with work, anyway. I’m only here today to interview someone for the company newsletter. I thought being the boss of people would be fun, but I’m so exhausted, man.”
“Where’s Matt?” I ask him.
He forces a smile. “I’m not sure. We… stopped talking. Didn’t have a lot in common it turns out.”
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“It’s fine; plenty of guys to choose from in this city. Too many, really.”
I look over at Oliver, and I smile. “It’s not easy locking a good one down.”
He looks from me to Oliver and laughs. “Are you two finally a thing?”
“We gave in,” I nod. “It’s working out so far.”
“Getting bored, though,” Oliver says. “Everything is going way too well.”
“I’m really happy for you two,” he says. “You deserve it.” He looks up and waves to someone. “I have to go, but it’s always good seeing you.”
“That guy is so relaxed,” Oliver says as Braxton walks away.
“He hasn’t always been,” I say. “He’s a lot different now than he used to be, I guess. It sucks that him and that guy didn’t work out. He can never seem to find someone decent.”
“Like you said, it’s hard locking a good one down. How lucky you are to have found me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I stand up off the bench and extend my hand out to him. He grabs it, pulls himself up, and stretches. “Let’s go take pictures with people.”
He laughs and darts straight towards the people dressed up as characters from the game my company makes.
Epilogue
Oliver
I MAKE SURE THE LID IS CLOSED on the tub of cookies that we bought and then preceded to put in a container to pretend like we made them.
Tonight, Elliot and Will are having a Halloween party, and I guess last year it was one of the greatest things ever.
“What did you dress up as last year?” I ask Sam, making my way into the bathroom.
“Robin Hood,” he says. “It was pretty cool.”
“And this year you’re an assassin? You have a fetish for killers or something?”
“Hey,” he says, pointing his toothbrush toward me, “Robin Hood was more of a savior than a killer, so don’t be hating.”
I laugh and make sure the strings on my shorts are tied right.
“We can still get to the store if you want to get something else,” he says.
I shake my head and look down at my red lifeguard shorts. “I’m fine with this. I just need some sunglasses or something to douche it up a bit.”
“I’m just warning you now,” he says, “I tend to get emotional when I drink. And I’ll probably have you in the bathroom before the night is over.”
“Lucky me,” I say, giving him a kiss.
“I’m wondering what Elliot’s big news is.”
“Maybe they’re getting a dog.”
“Knowing them,” he says, “they’re having a kid.”
***
“Her name is Rose, and she is six months old.”
I laugh once I hear Elliot confirm Sam’s theory and look around the room. Sam smiles, while Ethan rolls his eyes.
“That’s great and all,” Ethan says, “but didn’t you guys just say not too long ago that you were going to wait for kids? You both were too busy and all that?”
“We aren’t now,” Elliot says.
“I have a lot of down time with work,” Will says, “so I’m gonna be a stay-at-home dad now, I think.”
Sam wraps his arm around me, and I lay my head on his shoulder. “I think it’s great.”
“Thank you, Samuel,” Elliot smiles back.
“We haven’t even gotten married yet, and they’re already adopting,” Ethan says, looking over at Cody.
“When is your wedding?” Sam asks him.
Ethan shrugs. “Next year sometime. I want to wait until it’s hot and not freezing out like some people.”
Cody pulls Ethan into him. “Probably April or May.”
“It’s gonna be at the beach house,” Ethan says. “So people have something to enjoy other than seeing us getting hitched.”
I look around the room and admire everything I have around me. When I first moved to his city, I was heartbroken and lost. I never thought I would become the owner of Gregor’s, and I definitely didn’t think that I would be sitting here around all of these great people.
I lean off his shoulder and watch as Sam talks to his friends, his smile sending waves of happiness through me. He’s changed the past few weeks in ways that I don’t think he even realizes. He always admired his grandma for living so selflessly and making everything look easy, and I’m starting to admire that in him.
Besides owning the pub, the only other thing that I could have ever dreamed of would be having someone like Sam in my life. For him, I am grateful and finally at peace with everything in my life.
“What?” he says, smiling up at me.
I shake my head. “I just love you.”
He shrugs. “I don’t blame you.”
We make our way to the Ferris wheel at the pier after the party, but it’s too late for us to ride on it.
“Well that sucks,” Sam says, leaning on the rail towards the water.
“Oh well,” I say, wrapping my hands around his stomach and setting my head on his shoulder. “This is just as nice.”
He nods, and I close my eyes.
“Do you want to stay here or head back home?”
“Here is fine,” I say, not opening my eyes. “Anywhere with you is perfectly fine.”