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“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” Liv whispered, pulling down the fly of Knox’s pants as need cooked his brain. After everything that happened earlier, the desire to touch him was inescapable, and he had no willpower to wait.
He slid lower to feel Knox on top and be his pillow.
“You better not be fucking back there!” Frank warned.
Knox laughed against Liv’s lips. “Just hand jobs, Frank, okay?”
“Jesus Christ,” Frank mumbled, but his voice faded away as Knox’s tongue teased Liv’s mouth and they melted together, once again finding each other, like they always would.
Epilogue
Knox
One year later
Knox was still weak after the surgery, but the doctors claimed he was healing well, and he couldn’t deny that he was feeling more like himself with every passing day. Liv had played a big part in that though, taking time off work to spend every minute at the hospital, to ease the stress of needing to stay in a place that for Knox was attached to so many terrible memories.
And it worked. While seeing scrubs and smelling all that disinfectant still made Knox uneasy, Liv’s presence, his jokes, and all the attempts at distraction were doing their magic. As the bright purple race car on the screen of a tiny television neared the bend, Knox made it accelerate in an attempt to overtake Liv’s pixel vehicle.
Dane had lent them his console, and while Knox didn’t know where the TV had come from, he didn’t care to ask and just enjoyed himself as they fought for supremacy in their two-person league.
“Ha! Suck. My. Dick,” Liv said with glee as his car almost pushed Knox’s off the track and sped forward.
Knox laughed out loud, madly tapping that X button to go faster. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Knox didn’t feel nervous or offended about this kind of teasing anymore. With Liv at his side, he’d become at peace with his identity, their relationship, and what they did in bed (or out of it). It helped that they lived around gay friends and didn’t have to walk on eggshells about the topic. That wouldn’t have been the case back at their trailer park in California, so Knox didn’t miss much about his former life. He’d never see his dad again, and his mom wouldn’t be around to suggest he could take drugs to alleviate stress.
There were times when Knox worried the false statements they’d made might land them in trouble, but they were here under changed names, and even the record of their arrest had been wiped clean, ensuring their safety. Far from where it all went downhill, he’d been able to start a new, better life at Liv’s side, and he didn’t regret a single thing.
Despite his initial apprehension, and Liv’s stumble with the girl at the secondhand shop, their relationship had only deepened. They’d insulated their trailer, and while it wasn’t where they hoped to end up one day, for now it was a cozy home for the two of them and their dog, California. Because yeah, Liv got him a puppy last Christmas—a quickly growing, well-behaved, Rottweiler that was always happy to go explore the junkyard with Liv and Knox. They didn’t even have to worry about leaving the dog at home for too long when working, because on most occasions, Frank allowed them to bring Cali along.
Even though they were paying Frank off very slowly, they’d had someone to lend them money in the first place. If they ran out of food, they could always count on some scraps from Ezra,and in turn, they could feel useful helping out when their friends needed it. Knox was even considering a plumbing course once their finances allowed it, as that would be a useful skill to have.
But that had to wait. Right now, he’d promised Liv to focus on healing, and for once he didn’t feel the need to grit his teeth and hide his discomfort. After all, his man wouldn’t belittle him for expressing pain. Liv had already announced he’d be taking over most tasks at home, and didn’t let Knox argue about it. Just because he cared. So. Very. Much.
Liv raised his hands in triumph and whistled as the car he was steering crossed the finish line first. “And who’s the champion? Worship me!”
Knox rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, and the ground you walk on,” he mocked, but it wasn’t far from the truth.
Liv was his whole world, and Knox would work his ass off to keep it that way. It had been over a year since they’d gotten together, and he’d learned about a much softer side of Liv, one that needed a lot of doting and compliments. So Knox spared him none. Every Sunday morning featured pancakes, usually topped off with a blowjob, because why not, and Liv was still his Little Spoon who after even the roughest, dirtiest fucks liked to be held and cuddled.
Bliss.
A sharp knock on the door made them both look away from the screen.
“Come in!” Liv yelled, and the door opened, revealing a cluster of people, who seemed eager to enter at the same time. In the end, Ezra stalled and let Dex walk in first with a big bag in his hand.
“Sorry I couldn’t be here earlier. Club business,” he said with a wide smile before placing the bag on the table. “But I made you a get well ramen!”
“Is it any different than the Thanksgiving one?” Ros asked and placed a bundle of flowers in an empty vase.
“Well, duh, that one had turkey in it, this one has pork. Just the thing you need to get well,” Dex reassured Knox with a wide grin.
While Knox got along best with Shane and Frank, he’d learned to also appreciate softer men, like Ros and Ezra. He’d just never known anyone like them before. Maybe because he’d scared them off with his crude behavior. Well, not anymore. It was important to him to get along with everyone. Even if Jag was still sometimes a bit of a wild card.
“Thanks, you really didn’t have to,” Knox said with a smile, stroking the flowers. How silly was it that he’d been taught flowers were girly when it was so nice to receive a get-well bouquet he’d be able to take home. It would remind him someone cared until it wilted.
Last month, he’d even gone to Ros to learn how to make a whole collection of flowers made out of scrap metal for Liv’s birthday. So maybe it was sappy, but yes, he did tell Liv they would last forever, just like his love. Liv didn’t laugh at him and not only placed the bouquet on their kitchen table but remembered to dust it from time to time.
