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Epilogue

“You’ll have to meet mom and dad,” Christian said promptly while dressing up.

Rhett stopped for a moment. “Why?”

“You want to marry me, right? I think it would be right to introduce you as my boyfriend first. You know, to ease the shock.”

Rhett quirked an eyebrow. “You think they will be shocked. Because of the age difference?”

Christian looked away. “Don’t worry. I built a solid case, and they won’t be able to say anything. Plus, there’s about the same age difference between them, too.”

It was easy to see how nervous Christian was, despite his braveness. Rhett came close to him and pushed his unruly hair behind his ears. “I’ll be there with you.” He placed a brief kiss on Christian’s forehead.

He noticed how the young man hurried to run his fingers through his hair, to mess it up again.

“Not fond of a brush, are you?”

“It’s just my ears,” Christian said in a quiet voice. “They’re huge.”

Rhett raised his hands and touched the said ears. “They’re not. You’re imagining things. And you’ll grow into them. Wait, are you a little vain or it’s just my imagination?”

“It’s your imagination,” Christian replied quickly. “When do you think you can come visit?”

“Whenever you say.”

“Okay.” Christian took one deep breath.

Rhett was still curious about something, now that his brain was functioning at full capacity again. “I cannot wrap my head around how you managed to make Eddy help you with this. And his husband. I think you’ll be one hell of a lawyer.”

“Well, it wasn’t easy. But Adrian was on my side, and he and Ed – Whatever, the point is they believed me. And so will my parents. Just don’t take any subs in the meantime.”

“Do you really think I’d be capable of doing such a thing? Now that I have you? I have you, right?”

The little devil snickered. “You can’t be so unsure of yourself, Mr. Brown.”

Rhett caught Christian in his arms tightly and kissed him. “You need to get rid of this habit to call me ‘Mr. Brown’. What will you parents think, hearing you calling your boyfriend like he’s your high school teacher or something?”

“But you are a good teacher.”

“Don’t change the subject, Christian. Come on, call me Rhett.”

Christian hesitated. “I wanted to. But then you were mean to me, and I hated you. A little. Not much. So I decided not to call you by your given name until I wasn’t sure you liked me back.”

“I love you back,” Rhett said. “So, make an effort. Say it.”

Christian looked into his eyes, and Rhett knew why he had fallen in love with such an incorrigible youngster. When he wanted, he could be the most honest person in the world.

“I love you, Rhett. Geez, that sounded so corny. Why do you have such a weird name?”

“Weird? And did you have to spoil the moment?”

“I bet I’m going to hear so many jokes,” Christian continued his train of thought. “People will call me Scarlett.”

“No, they won’t or I’ll have to kick their asses.”

“They won’t stop. Do you have another name?”

Rhett laughed. “Even if I did, it still won’t matter. I guess Scarlett will be your nickname from now on.”

Christian pouted, but Rhett made it go away with a long and convincing kiss. “Let’s go, Christian. And don’t worry about the little things. We’ll find a way to deal with everything.”

***

“So, the kid won you over, after all.”

Rhett turned to find Adrian standing a few feet away. After meeting Christian’s parents, he had been kindly asked to wait in an adjacent room. Normally, he would have had a few things to say, but given the circumstances, Rhett didn’t want to get on his future in-laws’ bad side.

There was a challenge in Adrian’s eyes, and Rhett couldn’t keep a smile. “Yes, he did.”

“You know, I’m not entirely convinced you reformed, Brown. Edward isn’t, either.”

“And I’m sure he can tell me that himself.”

Adrian’s eyes shot daggers at him. “I suppose we’ll be close, whether we like it or not. So, I’m only going to tell you this once. Don’t you dare mess with Christian. And Edward is completely off-limits. Clear?”

“Crystal.” Rhett found Adrian’s jealousy a bit funny. After getting together with Christian, he couldn’t recall the feelings he had nurtured toward Eddy at all. It was like they had never been there. “Now, Rossi, enlighten me. Why did you help Christian if you are so sure I’m a jerk?”

Adrian seemed slightly taken aback by his words. “So he told you.”

“Yeah. I’m going to marry him, so he’s not supposed to keep any secrets from me.”

“Marry?”

Rhett wanted to take a picture. But instead, he just relaxed and grinned at Adrian. “What? Didn’t you marry Eddy? What’s so surprising about the idea?”

Adrian shrugged, gaining back his self-assurance. “I didn’t think you’d be the marrying type.”

“I guess you weren’t that, either, before meeting your husband, right?”

Adrian relaxed, too, and smiled. “That’s true. I still can’t understand you. You seem to like being perceived as an asshole by the outside world.”

Rhett grinned. “Well, it helps. And who says I’m not an asshole?”

“The brat is crazy about you. He wouldn’t be if you were an asshole; he’s wholesome like that.”

“Hmm, now that’s something you’ll need to struggle with, right? Figuring me out, all that.”

“Ah, I won’t bother that much. Plus, as long as you stay away from Edward, you can be whatever you want. Of course, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t even think of hurting Christian.”

“Now I could be an ass and allude to my lifestyle. Hurting Christian could mean many things. But rest assured,” Rhett put one hand up, “that I know what you mean. And even if I don’t have to justify myself to you, here’s what you should know. Christian is in my care now. Not only I won’t hurt him; I’ll hurt anyone who dares to do that to him.”

Adrian seemed convinced, even if not completely.

Rhett was starting to wonder if he could really make small talk with Adrian when Christian rushed through the door. “Oh, hi, Adrian.” He stopped only for a second to give Adrian a short hug and then hurried to Rhett. “I so need to get out of here right now.” He grabbed him by the hand and began dragging him toward the door. “Say hi to Ed from me,” he shot at Adrian over the shoulder.

“Wait, are we hurrying somewhere?” Rhett asked.

“No time to explain,” Christian said quickly.

***

Christian could barely wait to be out of the house, now that he had his parents’ blessing to date Rhett. Yes, he was Rhett now, not Brown or worse, Mr. Brown, and he needed to get used to that.

“Well, are you going to tell me what are we supposed to do next?”

“Let’s just get in your car and drive somewhere.”

“That’s quite vague.”

Rhett had come in a dark Lexus to visit his parents, and Christian wondered for a brief moment if his boyfriend had wanted to present himself as the kind of reliable, responsible partner moms and dads everywhere usually liked. He preferred Rhett to be himself, and a fast, aggressive car was a better reflection of his personality.

Christian climbed in his seat and waited for Rhett to put the engine into gear. “They loved you,” he said.

“You can be honest. I don’t get hurt easily.”

Christian hid a smile and looked out the window on his side. “They liked you, at least.”

“Ah, so we’re still away from the truth. But it’s all right. I know that I need to work hard to gain their trust. God knows I’ve never been careful about my reputation before.”

“I mean it.” Christian looked at his partner with eyes full of love.

Rhett stole a sideways glance and smiled. “What did they tell you once they sent me to the other room?”

“Dad told me he trusts me. Mom ... well, she was a bit, um, well, she got around.”

“Ah. So she’ll be tough, right?”

“She’s the same with everyone. And way too protective of me.”

“I agree to that. You have a way of getting involved in risky business.”

“Really?” Christian glared this time.

“You know, trying to seduce a guy with a bad reputation, asking to be whipped --”

Christian scoffed. “I’ve done all that once. Now you’re mine, so there’s no need for that anymore.”

Rhett chuckled. “It’s all right. I’ll watch you like a hawk. Put that tongue inside your mouth, Christian, or else.”

Christian obeyed instantly. He hoped Rhett would notice him making faces at him. Recently, his lover had been nothing but considerate with him. Which was terrific, and each time they had sex, he was left breathless, but he didn’t want Rhett to grow bored with him and all that vanilla action. So, now he needed to find a way to make the dom in his partner to wake up to life. Plus, he kind of liked it when Rhett was hard on him.

Only that he couldn’t just go ahead and asked for it. It would hurt his image as a power bottom.

“What could you be thinking of right now?”

“Just how I can get you mad enough to fuck me hard.” Christian realized he had said the words out loud only after they had left his mouth. “Oh, damn.”

Rhett laughed. It made Christian feel a hot seed pleasure rose inside his belly when he did that.

“You want me to punish you a little?”

“No,” Christian shot back, annoyed with his loose tongue.

“It’s all right. You can ask for it.”

“I won’t.”

“Good. All the more reason for me to go as hard on you as I want.”

“You can’t be serious,” Christian protested. “I’m not one of your subs.”

“So you keep reminding me. Still jealous? Ah, I see. You must think I’m keeping something from you since I’m not punishing you at all.”

“Kind of,” Christian admitted.

“Finally, a bit of honesty. So, my place?”

“Yes,” Christian said in one breath. “As fast as this car can go.”

***

That hadn’t been exactly what he had in mind. Christian curled his toes against the coverlet and moaned loudly as he was brought on the edge again. “Ah, you’re so mean,” he complained.

Rhett straddled him, and he was holding his thighs between his much stronger ones. Christian could clearly see how hard and angry his cock looked. It was the fourth time Rhett was bringing him to that point but without giving him relief. His hands were tied, and his arms stretched, so there was nothing he could do.

Most of all, Christian was jealous of Rhett and his ability to ignore his own arousal. It was clear as day that he was also hard, but he was putting his all into torturing Christian.

And there was one other thing. Rhett looked so fucking sexy with that stern and focused look on his face. Christian loved his body, his strong arms, and his wonderful chest. He ached to have that cock inside him now.

“What is my safe word? I can’t anymore,” he complained.

“Safe word.” Rhett laughed. “No, you don’t get one because I know exactly how much to push you.”

“That’s it. Untie me and fuck me properly. I want to feel you.” Christian grunted and felt his eyes rolling in his head as Rhett brushed his thumb over the sensitive head.

“Is that an order? I didn’t hear the word ‘please’.”

“And you won’t,” Christian replied. He had begged already, and it hadn’t worked. So it had to be something else he needed to do to make sure that his hot lover would finally fuck him. “And it’s an order.”

“I see.” Rhett moved away only so that he could get between Christian’s legs.

“Hurry,” Christian said, as hard fingers were finally in his ass, making him anticipate the pleasure ahead.

“Now, now, let’s not be impatient,” Rhett scolded him.

Christian wrapped his legs around Rhett’s waist. When their bodies connected, the immediate effect was that of intense pleasure shortcircuiting his brain. “Yes,” he hissed, “fuck me.”

He was beyond himself with arousal. At last, his insistence was paying off. Rhett was hard and fast, so Christian voiced his appreciation for being taken like that. The headboard was banging against the wall, but they didn’t care.

“Impatient little devil,” Rhett said through brief and harsh grunts while slamming into him.

Christian had a few things to say, but he was too close to care about perfecting his argumentation.

“So good with no hands,” he whispered as the final thrust threw him over the edge and his cock exploded.

Rhett continued for a short while as Christian rode on his climax. They were both sweaty and breathless when they got back to earth. Rhett buried his head into the crook of Christian’s shoulder.

“You’re crazy, beautiful, and mine,” he said as he struggled to gain his breath back.

“You’re one to talk. You’re crazy, too,” Christian mumbled.

Rhett brought their mouths into a kiss. “It wasn’t bad, was it?”

“You’re kidding me? It was awesome! And I have a feeling you like me to order you stuff.”

Rhett shrugged. “I do, and I won’t lie about it. It’s this side of you no one knows about, and you chose to show it to me.”

Christian winced as he tried to move his hands. “Now here’s another order. Untie me.”

Rhett looked at him and grinned. “Although, sometimes, you really drive me crazy. And once, you left me tied up. That was really mean, Christian.”

He stood up. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Christian gasped in disbelief. “Are you going to leave me here, like this? But it’s uncomfortable! It sucks.”

Rhett offered him a smug grin. “It must be. I’ve been there.”

Christian began searching frantically for something to say to keep Rhett from leaving him there, like that. “Rhett, please, just untie me.”

“No can do. Damn, I’m so sweaty. I really need that shower.”

Christian began struggling against his restraints but to no avail. “You are a jerk. Untie me, now.”

Rhett was laughing out loud. “I have to take a picture of you like this, with murder all over your cute face. It makes me instantly hard.”

“This isn’t funny anymore.” Christian had to admit that he deserved it, but still. He didn’t want to be left like that. “I’m going to do bad things to you once I get up from here.”

Rhett no longer seemed in a hurry to get that shower. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him. “Like what things?”

“I don’t know, I’ll think of something.”

“Hmm, will the real you come to light again, then?”

Christian stopped. What was Rhett talking about? “What real me?”

“Lately,” Rhett climbed on the bed again and hovered over him, “you’ve been such a good boy that I began to wonder if I broke you somehow.”

“Really? You were the one too considerate in bed,” Christian said. “You’ve been holding back.”

Rhett stopped, and then he made their lips meet again. “So, are we both a bit afraid to lose the other?”

Christian’s eyes grew wide. “Is that true? Are you afraid?”

Rhett kissed him again, and this time reached for his restraints and released him. “A bit. You’re a little wild, and I like you like that.”

“Then just hold me close. There’s no place in the world I’d rather be. Damn, did I just sound awfully romantic?”

“Maybe,” Rhett teased him. “Always be yourself, Christian, you hear me?”

“You, too,” Christian said back. “And, by the way, I told my parents ghe wedding would take place right after I graduate.”

“You cheeky punk,” Rhett chided him with affection. “Weren’t you the one saying you should get a career first? What about shocking your parents?”

“First, I think you have enough money to keep a husband, I mean, me. And second, my parents would never take me seriously if I didn’t shock them once in a while.”

He could tell Rhett was happy. And he was happy, too. “So, what do you say? Do you still want to marry me?”

“Yes. And now shut up.”

“Aren’t we going to shower?” Christian asked after another breathless kiss.

“It can wait. Now that I know we’re engaged, I have to fuck you again.”

“Fair enough,” Christian replied and kissed back with all his might.

Now, he had to figure out a way to finish his studies as fast as possible. Maybe if he could --

He would think about that later. Now, his future husband was making love to him, and his mind couldn’t be in two places at the same time.

THE END

Author's note: Thank you for being here for Christian's and Rhett's story! They will make another appearance in the bonus story with all the guys, so you will get to learn more about them. But, we will take a break from the characters of Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs, as Billy 'Po' Jackson is impatiently waiting in line to tell his story after the events of Love, Again. 

All the love,

Laura.