Page 64 of A Match Made In Evan
My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave and I’m swept away in it. I come and I come and I come, coating his hand, his cock, and our bellies in my release. I’m dimly aware of him stroking harder and faster, chasing his own release as he uses the evidence of mine as additional lube.
I’m still floating in the afterglow, my body trembling from the intensity of my release as Ev drops his head to my shoulder and practically sobs, “Yes, Jay…Jay…James.”
Hot splashes of fresh cum land on the mess already between us and I flinch away from his touch as I finally start to come down, my cock feeling hypersensitive and beyond spent.
Ev collapses beside me, one arm and one leg draped over me as our chests heave in unison and we catch our breaths. I turn my head to lazily kiss his sweaty forehead and he tilts his head back, begging for a real kiss.
It’s lazy and sloppy and languid…and absolutely perfect.
“I love you,” he murmurs when it comes to an end. He nuzzles his face into my shoulder and adds, “I've changed my mind. I was wrong. I want to move in.”
My lips twitch with amusement. After all of his 'I'm being the rational one', and the serious chats we had about my impulsive offer, it's just like him to change his mind. I love that about him. I love that he's not afraid to admit he was wrong.
“Then move in,” I tell him, not making a big deal out of his change in tune. I'm too happy to tease him. “You’ve practically been living here the past few months anyway.”
Because I really am happier when he’s here. We’ve already proven that our daily routines fit in easily with each other and, after almost losing him, it triggers my anxiety when he’snotaround. That’s something I’m working through with my therapist because, yes, both he and Doctor Rogers were right about us needing one, especially after his accident, too. (See? I can admit when I'm wrong, too.)
“It’s that easy?” he asks, sounding surprised. “Just like that?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? Everything is just that easy with you.”
It always has been.
Maybe that’s another sign I missed over the years. Things with Ev have just been easy. We just make things work together. This isn’t any different.
“You don’t think it’s moving too fast? I mean, I thought when we talked about it, you agreed that it was."
I consider that for a second, then shrug. Yes, he had convinced me that my offering (demanding?) for him to move in with me moments after he regained consciousness was probably a hasty,panic-fuelled suggestion, but it never stopped me from wanting him here with me.
Besides, we have done everything else arse-backwards anyway.
“We’ve spent our lives together already,” I muse out loud. “Yeah, most of that was just as friends, but you’re the person who knows me best in this world. You moving in isn’t going to change the way we hang out casually, it’s not going to change the way we feel about each other…well, not unless you insist on leaving your clothes on the floor…”
“I guess I can work on that.”
“Then what difference will it really make? Other than being able to do this” —I bend to kiss him again, this time sweetly— “whenever I want.”
See, everyone important in our lives knows about our relationship now. They even accept the fact that we’re still wearing the tacky rings he bought as a prop, even though we’re probably never actually going to get married. I’ve started meeting his soccer friends as ‘the boyfriend’, and I plan on introducing him to my work friends in the same capacity.
“I thought you’d be more freaked out by it, is all.”
Hugging him closer, I shake my head. “I was more freaked out when I thought I was going to lose you.”
“Jay…”
“No, listen. That put everything into perspective. Even Mia’s pregnancy scare. Because all those fears I had about life changing, or about what people might think of me…they werenothingin comparison to the fear of not having you in my life, as my best friend or as my partner. Boyfriend. Lover. Whatever. And I promised myself that if —when— you got through surgery, I was going to make sure that I was just as strong and brave for you as you’ve always been for me. That’s why I’ve gone to therapy. That’s why I’m not allowing the fear of all the thingsthat could go wrong to get to me. Because there are also so many things that could go right, too.”
I feel his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “That’s…deep, Jay,” he says playfully, but his voice is thick with emotion.
“I know. But I love you, Ev. I will always love you. So move in with me. And if you still want to talk about having kids one day—”
“Nope,” he cuts me off, laughing as he sits up so he can shake his head emphatically. “Nope.Nope. That was a one-off offer for a hypothetical scenario. We can be kickass grandads together one day, if Mia ever does have kids. But…no. No kids. Just us and Mia.”
Relief floods through me and I grin, sitting up as well. “That sounds perfect to me.” Then I look down my body and scrunch up my nose. “But for now, let’s grab a shower.”
“Yeah,” he waggles his eyebrows, “I could go a second round in the shower.”
Before I can tell him that that’snotwhat I meant, my best friend-come-boyfriend has climbed out of bed and raced into the ensuite. I snort to myself and follow him at a more leisurely pace.
