Page 179 of Seven Lost Summers
Messy. Loud. Beautiful in a way I never believed could belong to someone like me. And it’s ours. Every filthy, fucked-up second of it.
For the first time, I don’t feel lost.
I feel found.
Epilogue
Quinn
Theverynextday,they moved me in.
Theo stormed around my place with my suitcase slung over one shoulder, acting like he was single-handedly launching a military operation. Every few minutes, he tossed insults at Nate for standing there like some trophy husband with one hand on my hip and the other sipping coffee like he’d done his part.
“I hired movers,” Nate kept saying, smug as hell. “Delegation is a skill, bro.”
It didn’t matter that my place was already a mess of half-packed boxes and chaos. Between Theo’s dramatic commentary and Nate’s calm efficiency, they had me out the door in under two hours.
Calling my landlord was the cherry on top.
He tried to guilt-trip me about the lease, whining about how little warning I’d given and some imaginary paperwork. I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt and told him I wouldn’t be renewing because my boyfriends were rockstars and I had better places to be. A long pause followed, then a muttered, “Right,” before he hung up. I don’t think he believed me. I wouldn’t have either. But I never heard from him again.
They didn’t waste a second.
Nate hired someone to convert the spare room into a darkroom and insisted on painting the walls himself. He got more paint on his jeans than the walls, but it was endearing.
Meanwhile, Theo climbed a chair, cursed at the ceiling for twenty minutes, then strung fairy lights with the enthusiasm of a man assembling IKEA furniture blindfolded. Nate called them “fucking pointless”, but Theo immediately grinned when they lit up.
Now I find myself inside there, hands dipped in chemicals, seeing the images bloom under soft red light. Sometimes Nate appears, leaning against the wall, silent, eyes fixed on me like I’m the show. Drum-rough fingers twitching, lashes low, breathing slow.
Then comes Theo. Shirtless. Mouth full of chips. Demanding I print the one where he claims he looks “like a Greek god.” He flexes for emphasis. Completely ridiculous. And weirdly flattering.
I never imagined life could be so damn content. So full. I have both of them. Every day. Every night. And they have each other, too.
They always did. They just needed to stop pretending they didn’t.
And the sex… It’s fucking obscene.
They don’t ease up. They push. They ruin. They fuck like it’s war. All teeth and hands and sweat and cum. One of them will shatter me until I’m left trembling, and then the other’s already dragging me back under, flipping me over, shoving my thighs apart, whispering all the filthy things they want to do to me while I beg them not to stop.
They’re touching each other now.
Everything began with me telling them what I wanted. Showing them how fucking beautiful breaking together can be. How much it turns me on to watch them fall apart for each other.
Now it’s greedier. Hungrier. No hesitation.
Theo’s mouth trails down Nate’s neck, biting hard enough to leave marks, while his hand pumps Nate’s cock. Nate’s groans shatter against my shoulder, as he comes all over Theo’s hand.
Then Theo comes apart, spilling across his stomach, his body trembling from everything we’ve done to him, and I watch as Nate’s tongue drags through the mess, licking up every drop like he’s starved.
It’s hot. Messy. Wild and desperate. It’s fucking perfect.
They’ve turned my body into their playground, their battlefield, their religion. Every night, they come back hungry, greedy, determined to outdo each other. To see who can make me scream louder, fall apart faster, beg harder.
The other night, Theo pressed his mouth to my ear and growled that he was going to fuck me until I cried. Nate didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed my thigh, threw it over his shoulder, and said, “Then I’ll fuck her again while she’s still shaking.”
They meant every goddamn word. And I let them. Because nothing has ever come close to the way they make me feel.
I’ve been to every show. Every city. Every stadium packed so tight the air vibrates with sound.
