Epilogue
"Do you know we're grounded?" April asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Jett was busy pouring sweet nothings into his ear, so he couldn't exactly think straight, not that he had ever done that, pun intended. "Um-um," was the only reply.
"How's that supposed to work? My dad will have to go back home, and yours will have to leave soon, right?"
"Why are you so concerned with our dads and their weird ideas?"
"Well, they're in the house, for starters."
"Yeah, and they're in the bedroom upstairs, with the door closed. Don't tell me you're playing shy now?"
"It is kind of weird, isn't it? What if they walk in on us? What if they want a glass of water or something?"
Jett chuckled, and April adjusted his position only slightly. Everything Jett said and did sent shivers up and down his spine, all of the pleasant kind. "We've made love like dozens of times. Why are you so freaked out?"
April bit his lips. "You said 'made love', not 'fucked'. Are you getting all romantic?"
"Could be. Come on, dweeb, out with it. What's with the cold feet, all of a sudden?"
"It's not cold feet!" April protested. "Could you say it again?"
"I love you," Jett said simply and then leaned in for another kiss.
"I know that part. The other," April added.
Jett stopped and caressed April's face, brushing his thumbs over April's lips over and over. "The part where I told you I want to marry you?"
"That's the part."
"Wait, is it too much? Too soon?"
"No, no, it's not … it's a surprise, I guess. We're very young."
"I don't know about that. What? Do you think you might fall in love with someone else?"
"Jett, I've held a torch for you for the last seven years. I seriously doubt that."
"Doubt more, because I'm sure I'm going to love you and only you for the rest of my life."
April kissed Jett back. "Then it's a 'yes'."
"Yes?"
"To your question. Weren't you waiting for an answer?"
"Not really. I thought it was a given."
"Aren't you a presumptuous prick?"
"Ah, but you said 'yes', so I was right."
"You are so full of yourself."
"And I'd like you also to be full of me tonight if that's possible, and this conversation doesn't take us till morning."
April snickered, and then he put his hands on Jett's face, too. Because it was dark, they couldn't see themselves, and they only guessed each other's reactions and true feelings. "There's going to be a lot of stuff to do. We need to organize things properly."
"Stuff? What stuff?"
"I don't know exactly, but every reality show on TV can tell you that a wedding is a very stressful thing. At least I don't have to buy a dress. Also, it has to happen after our dads finish grounding us --"
"April, take a breather." Jet laughed. "They can't ground us, and they're just talking. It's their way to show that they care about us."
"So, you're on better terms with your dad now?"
"Yes, weirdly enough, I am. But let me put your mind at ease. We won't get married until you finish your studies."
"Ah," April replied, and, in the dark, he made a face that Jett couldn't possibly see.
"Are you disappointed? Did you think we would get married tomorrow?" Jett began laughing out loud.
"Hey," April protested and pretended to strangle Jett by wrapping his hands around his neck. "You really got my hopes high."
"I was really thinking of you and, you know, your needs," Jett said in a falsetto voice as if he was reciting words that didn't belong to him.
"My needs actually include you and your sexy body," April teased in turn. "And it's okay. I can wait until you decide to make an honest man out of me."
"Honest, right." A snort accompanied those two words. "Says April, slash Theo, slash Wednesday."
"In my heart, I've always been true, regardless of the name I carried," April declared like an actor on a stage.
"Dweeb, quit fooling around. Let's fuck," Jett said matter-of-factly.
"What if --"
"April, I'm not kidding. I'm going to start tickling you if you don't get undressed right now."
"Got it," April said solemnly and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Jett's hands covered his chest, and they were warm. April reached out for a kiss.
***
Jett could feel April's warmth all around him as they embraced. It was the best feeling in the entire world to touch his boyfriend's skin, so smooth and supple under his rough fingers. He moved his hands lower, sneaking them inside April's jeans and filling them up with the plump ass he loved so much. As much as he enjoyed being versatile, tonight would be all about him topping April because he wanted to feel the reassurance of being wanted like that.
"I've always loved you, too," he confessed tenderly as April helped him out of his t-shirt.
"That's good to know," April teased him.
Their hands were searching their bodies as they knew them for the first time. They didn't have to ask any more questions from this point forward; their fingers became bolder with each touch. There would be time to know everything, down to the last detail, and the best part was that they had the rest of their lives to do exactly that.
April straddled him, pushing him down. It was only fair; this way, they would both be in control.
"Come here," Jett said lovingly, and April got closer so that he could be pulled in for a deep kiss.
"Let's just get naked for real," April whispered against his lips as they teased each other with small pecks.
It took them little to get rid of the last clothes. At this point, they both giggled and tried to touch more of one another. Once more, April was back on top, and he was there with a mission, as it seemed.
They fumbled in the dark with the proper preparations, but finally, April was impaled on Jett's cock and seemed to be at least partially comfortable.
"Are you good there, baby?"
"Don't call me baby," April replied, but he laughed, so that meant that he didn't mind it.
"You would be the only one I would call that."
April moved a little, and Jett grunted at the pleasant sensation of having his cock squeezed by April's smooth and velvety channel of muscles. "I'll think of endearing names," April promised.
"You make my A-list, all of it," Jett said.
"You have all your cock in my ass right now. Are you sure you want to sound this cheesy?" April asked as he continued to move, finding himself the rhythm he desired.
Jett just steadied him with his hands. "Mm, so good, baby," he teased April on purpose.
"Call me that one more time and I might not want to move. I'll just keep your cock inside me like this." He illustrated his words by plopping down hard and staying there.
Jett grunted. "You know that I can feel your ass pulsing and giving me a really nice massage. If I focus enough, I might be able to shoot anyway. And then the joke's on you."
"Fine," April admitted, and it had to be because he didn't bear postponing his pleasure, either.
"Come on, just ride me like you mean it. I know you're extra good at this."
Jett grabbed April's cock because he wanted to have his hands full, too, and his boyfriend's tool seemed like the perfect idea. April was moving up and down with abandon, whispering unintelligible words and making Jett's pleasure grow.
"I can't believe you're all mine," Jett whispered, and he hoped he didn't sound lame or anything.
He couldn't bear just to sit there, doing not much, so he pushed his hips up and made April lose his balance.
"Not fair," April murmured. His protests were soon drowned by Jett's kisses.
Now, he could give it to April like he meant it. Good thing they were on the floor or a bed squeaking would have wakened up the entire house.
"You're so good, you're so good," Jett murmured as he hammered April's ass with all the strength he had.
"Jett, I'm going to --" April chocked on his own words as his blunt nails dug in Jett's shoulders.
They fit each other so well. No one ever would come between them, Jett would make sure of that. April came, almost crushed under his weight, and Jett was thankful. All he wanted was to make April happy, forever.
They remained embraced, even if their bodies were starting to cool down. And they kissed, how they kissed, now that they knew that neither would ever go anywhere, ever.
***
"Are you guys all right?" Carina asked them at breakfast, as she studied everyone with keen eyes. "It was quite the scandal last night."
"Sorry about that," Tom was the first to reply. "These boys needed some straightening up."
Carina snickered. "Yeah, right."
"It's too bad I can't ground you." Tom wagged a finger at her.
Carina shrugged. "I have immunity. Whoever holds the baby in this house is like that."
April and Jett exchanged a quick look.
"Maybe you could give Jay to me for a while," Jett said.
Carina held Jay on her knees, and with one hand, she picked her toast. "No way. I heard that you two were grounded. But I want to know why."
"It's a long and complicated story." Jett sighed.
"I don't have anything to do, and Jay sleeps a lot. You could tell me."
"Young lady, you will find something to do." That was Tom.
"Dad, don't play dad to Carina, too."
"Actually, I don't mind it," Carina said as she bit on her toast. "What do you think I should do, Mr. Huntsman?"
April didn't listen anymore. He was busy looking at Jett and taking in the reality that they were together now and that everything was all right in the world.
Four years later
April embraced his dad and shook hands with Tom, but his eyes were searching for someone else. "Where is Jett?" he asked when he finally managed to get a word in, as his dad congratulated him enthusiastically, and Tom was a close second.
"He said he would be here. He wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Okay," April said, but he had to admit to himself that he wanted to see Jett more than ever. He could barely wait to tease him over the fact that soon, Jett would no longer be the only breadwinner in the house.
Jett had done pretty well for himself. After two years of studies, he had started a security business, something that, at the time, had caused a lot of laughing since April remembered how he had used to tell everyone Jett was working security when he was actually busy doing something else.
All those years, however, April had kept one particular thought in mind. However, he didn't dare to remind Jett too often of his promise, for fear of not jinxing it. But he couldn't wait to hear Jett proposing to him again, now that he had his diploma and that had been their understanding, after all.
"I can't believe that he isn't here already," he complained. "I want to tell him that I'm a computer engineer now."
"He will be here," his dad promised. "He just went to pick someone up."
April smiled. He knew who his dad was talking about. It could only be one special someone that Jett wanted to bring along.
"April!"
April turned, his face all a smile, and his eyes grew wide when he saw Jett climbing out of his car. "Wow, you cut your hair!"
Jett ran one hand through his short hair. If anything, it only made him more handsome and a bit mature. "Do you like it?"
April grinned. "It's awesome."
"Jett's finally growing up," Tom said solemnly.
Sid touched his arm. "Let's just leave the kids a little. We're waiting for you at the diner across the street to start the celebrations."
"Only start, huh?" April said.
"That's right," Sid confirmed. "We have many other things planned out."
"Can we take the little one with us?" Tom asked. He was already playing with Jay, crouched in front of him.
"Not just yet," Jett said. "We'll join you in full formation. Just give me a second."
April felt his heart skipping a beat. It was funny to feel like this while he knew for sure Jett wanted to live all his life with him. Still, he was secretly waiting for a gesture.
Their dads crossed the street, and April watched them for a couple of seconds. When he turned to Jett, he saw him crouched and whispering something to Jay. The boy nodded with all the solemnity a five-year-old could muster, and then he walked to April, holding a small card in his chubby hand.
"For you," Jay said and looked up, squinting.
"How are you, buddy?" April ruffled his hair, and Jay smiled. His hair had gone darker, just as April had suspected, and every day, he looked more and more like his dad. Two steps behind, Jett was smiling, and by how he did that, April knew what that card had to be.
He looked at the cover and bit his lips to hide his emotions. It was hand-drawn, and it appeared that the artist was no other than the tiny messenger in front of him. It featured three stick figures with strange hair growing from their heads. It didn't take too much for April to realize what the picture showed. It was little Jay between April and Jett, holding their hands. The taller beefier stick figure with something that looked more like horns than hair on his head had to be Jett. The smaller one on the right, with long strands of a dubious brown color, had to be him. April's hair had eventually regained its natural color, and Jay had known him like that for a while now.
"Oh, that is such a cute picture of us!"
"Look on the back," Jett said.
April turned the card and read out loud. "Be the father of this child!" For a second, he said nothing, his gears turning. Then, his heart filled with fondness. "Are you saying what I think you mean?" he asked Jett.
His boyfriend's eyes were twinkling. Then Jay took April's hand. "Daddy two."
April laughed and scooped Jay into his arms. Jett walked to him and embraced them both. "I thought you needed more than the usual, dweeb. Since you waited for so long for me to pop the question again."
"Are you going to wait for an actual answer this time around?"
"You would never say 'no' to Jay."
"Sneaky." April laughed. "But you're wrong." He snickered, seeing Jett's expression. "I would never tell you 'no', either."
THE END