15

I groan when someone tugs on me, clutching my pillow closer to my chest. My thighs feel sore and so does my ass, I don’t want to get up and do anything right now, I just want to sleep. But whoever or whatever’s pulling at me seems to want something different. I hear someone mumble my name but I don’t really pay any attention to it, my mind is still foggy from sleep and I want to drown myself in the bliss of unconsciousness.

Fingers pry mine from the sheets and pick me up as if I were a teddy bear, dragging me across the room. Somewhere along the way I lose grip of the pillow and drop it, frowning to myself I slowly start to open my eyes, wincing at the light, and bow my head, noticing first off that I’m naked and secondly I’m in my bathroom . . .

“OH MY GOD!!!” I scream when freezing cold water pours down on me. I jump back, fully awake now, and press back on the wall, my eyes wide and my teeth chattering, I wrap my arms around myself, shivering.

Devon’s in front of me and a bit of heat comes rushing to my face when I realize he’s still naked too. He chuckles at me and adjusts the temperature of the water.

“You . . . you did that on purpose!” I squeak.

“Maybe,” he grins and walks up to me, taking just two steps, then pulls me against him. He pulls me under the now comfortably warm water with him and kisses my wet shoulder, sucking on the skin every now and then. A rush of warmth explodes inside of me and I lean against him, wrapping my arms around him.

“It was real . . .” I realized, and I was so prepared for the disappointment of another dream.

Devon freezes a bit, then goes to nipping at my shoulder and to my neck and back.

“Yeah, congratulations, you’re no longer a virgin.”

I smile a little at that and I can feel him smirking against my shoulder.

“Shelby’s going to pound on everyone she knows door and scream the news in their face, and then, and then, slam the door in their stunned, confused face as they wonder ‘who the fuck’s Elliot and Devon’.” I laugh lightly at the image. I can honestly see her doing something like that, that girl’s crazy.

My laughter is cut off though when Devon shoves me against the tiled wall, though not hard enough to hurt my back. My legs are still sore though I’m putting most of my weight on him so I’m not really that bothered by it. He kisses me hard and I instantly respond to the heated kiss.

This sensation flowing through me is foreign, but not in a bad way. A small part of me is still expecting this to be a dream and that I’ll wake up any second now. I shove those thoughts aside though, not wanting them to ruin this for me.

We part from the kiss and I lick my already wet lips—from both the water and from Devon. Then, I feel something kind of slimy rub against my side, I arch a bit away from it and look down to see Devon rubbing his soap covered hand along my side.

When did he put soap in his hand?

Speaking of hands . . . when did mine get in his hair?

He moves so that his cheek is pressed against mine and purrs. “You gonna clean me?”

Blinking I look at my hands and then over at the shampoo bottle and grin. I don’t answer him; I just reach over for the bottle, untangling one of my hands from his hair, and grab the bottle. Once I manage to flip the lid with just my one hand, almost dropping the damn thing, I squeeze a bunch of the slimy substance in his hair and drop the bottle, hearing it land with a loud thud.

I run my fingers though his hair, massaging his scalp, remembering how much I loved it when he did this to me when we were kids. Whenever I had a headache he would do this to me and I’d almost immediately feel better.

Devon, it appears, seems to be thinking the same thing.

“You used to love me doing this to you . . .” he whispers, moving his hand to my stomach and up my chest and back down in a soothing manner.

“Yeah . . .” I try not to moan from his touch.

“Sometimes, I really miss being a kid with you.” He moves down and kisses my neck. “But that was all before this, I like this too.”

“Still best friends though, right?” I ask, hopeful, wanting both and not have to choose.

“Of course.”

I grin. “Practice makes perfect.” And with that I yank on his hair and redirect his mouth to mine. We’ve come a long way since we were kids and even though I was happy during that time— the time I was with Devon—I think I’m even happier now. There’s no Jordan or abusive parents or having to watch Devon look at other girls and not know why I care . . .

And that’s about as far as my memories go before I’m suddenly facing the tiled wall, Devon kissing my shoulder blade.

“De—ah!” I yelp when he suddenly pushes himself into me, slow but hard. I grit my teeth and wait for the pain to subside. Devon moves from my shoulder blade to my neck, clamping his teeth down on a patch of skin and biting harshly—possessively—before sucking on it and running his tongue along the mark. He runs his still soapy wet hands along my back and chest, relaxing me.

“Nn . . .” I groan when he pulls back and pushes back in. I brace myself against the wall, pressing my hands against the wall on either side of my head. My breathing has long turned into panting, I turn my head to the side so that my cheek is pressed against the cold tiles, and my eyes only halfway open as steam surrounds us.

Devon grabs my hip with one hand and rubs my chest with his other, occasionally playing with my perked nipples.

Soon I’m moving with him, his hand that’s on my hip moves in front of me and rubs the tip of my cock, making me mewl and whimper—noises that only he can get out of me. His movements become faster as he wraps his hand around me and starts jerking me off, creating a rhythm.

“Aah . . . Devon . . . Nnn . . .” I squeeze my eyes shut when Devon’s mouth crushes against mine and he kisses me desperately, moving faster and harder, I can tell he’s close. His chest is pressed flush against my back, he continues to jerk me off while his other hand goes down to my hip and helps me meet his thrusts.

The pleasure is coiling in my lower abdomen again . . . it feels so good. He’s biting and sucking on my lip. I groan loudly, though it’s a bit muffled from his mouth, as I come, my muscles clenching around Devon’s shaft.

Devon lets go of my softening organ and wraps his arms around me—holding me up—as he starts to ride out his own orgasm, moaning into the kiss.

Our lips part and we slide down until we’re on our knees, Devon’s arms still wrapped tightly around me and his chin on my shoulder.

“I can really get used to this . . .” he mumbles.

“Damn . . . where did that even come from?”

He pecks me on the lips. “A quickie before the wedding.”

Oh . . . right . . . his sister’s wedding is today. I frown. That means Jordan will be there . . . or will he not show? Devon and he are not on good terms . . . I wonder if he’ll be okay with Jordan being there. Well, maybe we won’t see him or he won’t talk to us or whatever. I also wonder though, what Devon’s going to do to with Jordan. Will he continue to have a relationship with him, or cut him out of his life?

“We should get ready . . .” he whispers and stands back up, bringing me up with him.

We get to the church and see Shelby standing outside by the doors, waiting for us. She gives us a big smile but then looks at me worriedly. She comes up to us and hugs us both.

“Hey guys,” she smiles then looks at me. “I heard about . . . um . . . well something last night. What happened?”

“Where’s Jordan?” Devon asks. His voice sounds kind of calm but I know his eyes well enough to see a storm in them. He’s not going to go looking for Jordan to do something stupid right?

“He’s inside talking to your dad. You know, he’s trying to cover his bruised face with make-up but you can still see it.”

Devon scoffs. “Good.”

She gives him a surprising look then looks at me again. Why does she keep looking at me? Is there something on my face? Suddenly she grabs my chin and yanks me forward a bit.

“Shelby, what are you doing?!” I whine.

“Oh my God!” she gasps dramatically. “You’re not a virgin anymore!”

I stop struggling and my eyes widen.

How does she DO that?!

Devon chuckles a bit from beside me as Shelby pulls me into a hug.

“Our little girl has become a woman.”

“I think you mean man.”

She pets me. “Aww isn’t that sweet . . .” she kisses my cheek and giggles, rubbing her cheek against mine. “I’m so happy for you, baby girl.”

“She’s scaring me!”

She just continues to giggle and Devon rolls his eyes with a smirk in place. Shelby squeezes me but doesn’t let go.

“Ne, Shelbs?”

“Yes?” she sings.

“Can we go in now? I’m kind of freezing my ass off.” It is December.

She sighs and lets go, then takes my hand. “Okay,” she pouts. “But I’m still helping escorting you.”

“Oh, of course,” I say it as if it were the most obvious thing.

“I wouldn’t be a gentlemen if I just left such a beautiful girl—opps, I mean woman, to walk herself to her seat.”

“You really would be the worst.”

Devon falls into step on my other side as we walk in the church, Shelby swinging our hands as we walk to where we’ll be sitting. Devon grabs my shoulder and turns me around, stopping Shelby as well.

“I’m going to see my sister real quick before I sit, okay?”

I shrug. “Sure, okay.”

“I’ll be right back.” He stands there for a few extra seconds, his expression calculating, and I wonder if maybe he wants me to nod or something. I’m about to do that but he stops me by leaning in and quickly presses his lips to mine. Shelby makes an ‘aw’ noise from behind us and I swear I hear her squeal a bit too.

Once our lips part he turns and walks to where the bride is.

My face heats up a bit. You know, I think it’s going to take a little time for me to get used to being like that with him in public. Being intimate with him in my room, or apartment room, where no one can see us and it really is just us seems to be very different than being out in the open about it.

“Just so you know, I’m so going to take pictures of you two ASAP!” Shelby whispers in glee next to me.

I sigh.

“I’ve never been in a church before,” I say as I look around the room where the ‘I do’s’ will be said. “Are there always this many flowers?”

Shelby giggles. “It’s not always this . . . decorated, no. But really, never been in a church before?”

“I’ve sat on the steps of a church . . . um . . . in front of the main entrance I think, does that count?”

She smiles. “Sorry sweetie cakes, but no.”

“. . . What did you call me?”

She shrugs innocently. “I call you a lot of things, all of which are true.”

She called me Popp’n Pop once . . . and Bang Sha-blang . . . which I still don’t know what the hell means.

I sigh and look back at the entrance to see if Devon’s coming back to save me from the . . . uh, magical thing which is Shelby. But when I look back I see Jordan entering with his girlfriend and my mouth drops.

I can’t believe he actually has the balls to still show up!

I put forth all of my hatred for him in a heated glare, trying to burn him alive with my chocolate eyes. He notices me glaring death at him but meets my glare with a cocky smirk and blows me a kiss.

Ugh.

What an asshole.

I turn to Shelby who’s admiring the flowers.

“Hey Shelbs . . .” I lean my head on her shoulder.

“Hm? Yes my fruit cake?”

“You won’t let me get gang banged right?”

“Of course not, I already got dibs on the front and I’m sure Devon’s got the rear all under control.”

I blush. He had the rear—so to speak—just this morning . . .

. . . I wonder if I’ll ever top . . . I’ll make sure to put it on my Christmas list.

“Hey,” Devon’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts. Shelby and I scoot over on the polished wooden bench so he can sit next to me and the aisle, with me in the middle. We’re on the right side—my right, heh heh—of the room facing north.

“Hey,” Shelby chirps, completely missing Devon’s own glare to his brother.

Jordan’s look kind of bothers me; he has no real expression on his face and is just kind of staring at Devon. His face blank and not really showing or giving anything away. Maybe he’s worried that Devon might turn him in?

“Elliot,” Devon whispers when Shelby grabs someone who walks down the aisle—her first victim—and starts squealing about how her two best friends finally got together. I don’t particularly mind, it’s nice she’s so happy for me, but does she really have to say he deflowered me and made me a woman?

“Yeah?”

“He’s not here . . .”

I glance at Jordan then back at Devon. I know what he’s saying, to just pretend he’s not here, to do what I would if he wasn’t here. Well, at least that means we won’t be confronting him today.

“Kay.”

I can do that.

I sit at the table with Devon and munch on my piece of cake. So, the ‘I do’s’ were said and hey, the guy didn’t even try to sprint down the aisle. I give him many claps for being brave enough to tackle life with that. As I think this I look over to where Devon’s sister is . . . she sure is slamming down those drinks . . .

The band—who I’ve never heard before but they’re pretty good—are playing and singing in the background. Frankly though I think I’ll stay seated, I’ve already done the tango with Shelby, now she’s dancing with another girl and two guys. She’s talented.

Devon is upset because he can’t drink any of the liquor—whine—and is pouting in the seat next to me.

“Shouldn’t you dance with your sister? Or aren’t you supposed to?”

“That’s the father of the bride, idiot.”

I pout. “You can’t call me that anymore!”

“As your boyfriend, no, but as your best friend I have every right in the world.”

He cheats.

I look down at my cake and look back up at Devon only to see his eyes fixed on something—or rather, someone. I follow his gaze to Jordan, whose dancing with his slutty girlfriend. Really, could they find no other dress for her? The one she’s wearing now . . . her boobs are practically popping out. Is that really appropriate for a wedding?

“I want to go outside,” I say, standing up and ignoring the urge to gulp down the rest of my cake. I just want to get away from Jordan, and get Devon away from him too.

Devon blinks, and then looks away from Jordan and on me—I mentally smile in triumph.

“Why?”

“I want some fresh air.”

“Ah . . . okay . . .” he sighs and gets up too. That’s right, be a good boy and follow me. Mwa ha, I’m your master now. I so wear the pants!

I hop a little as we make our way through the dancers when suddenly someone grabs my wrist and yanks me back, making me almost fall back. I look down at my wrist and follow the arm up to Devon whose back is turned to me. I peek around him and see the, of course, Jordan.

“What?” Devon hisses.

“Com on Dev. So what, you’re going to hate me now? Abandon your own flesh and blood? Really, what kind of a brother are you? Haven’t you heard, bro’s before hoes?” he grins at Devon and me.

“Shut up! He’s not a ‘hoe’ and you know, now that I think about it you were never much of a brother!”

Jordan glares at us. “Fuck that, I was always there for you!”

“Oh yeah?” Devon chuckles without humor. “Where were you when I found out my brother fucked my best friend who was more of a brother than he EVER was?! Where were you then?! Huh?!”

I look around and notice that some people—okay, everyone—are staring at us now. I pull my wrist out of his grasp and tug on his sleeve.

“Um, Dev, can we just go?”

Jordan chuckles. God, if not for the crowd I’d punch him myself!

“You always choose that filthy piece of dirt.”

Devon growls in warning.

“So, you fuck him yet? Boy gives great head doesn’t he?”

I can’t believe he’s actually saying this! Doesn’t he know that people can hear him?!

“Jordan, what are you doing?” Devon’s dad asks.

“Just having a brotherly talk with my brother and his little toy. Hey dad, did you know they used to make out as kids in the backyard?”

My mouth drops. “How do you . . .” I think I’m going to be sick.

“I saw it through my window, really, never knew two little boys were so good at that sort of thing. But then, Dev just keeps getting hornier and hornier huh?” he winks. “Wonder what you guys did when he stayed the night.”

“SHUT UP!” Devon tackles him to the floor, people gasping and moving back, crowding around them yet moving away from me as if I had the plague. I try to make my legs move forward to pull Devon off or help him beat the shit out of his brother but they won’t move.

“Elliot,” I hear someone whisper urgently and glance over to see Shelby gesturing for me to come over to her. When I look back to Devon he’s straddling his brother’s waist with the collar of his shirt fisted in his hand, making a fist and bruising Jordan’s face even more.

“Devon! Stop it!” Devon’s new brother-in-law and some grooms men grab at Devon and pull him off of Jordan.

Jordan spits blood on the floor, staining it as he moves to stand. His girlfriend comes up from behind him and tries to comfort him but he shoves her away, telling her not to touch him.

“Motherfucker! What the fuck’s your problem?!” Devon shouts at him, his face full of rage and anger. “Why do you have to be so fuckin’ fake?! Is that even your real nose?!”

“I’m not fake . . .” he claims, a weak defense.

“Yes you were! I told you everything! I told you about how Elliot had it bad! How bad he had it! Everything! But then you go around and make it all worse! WHY?! You’re supposed to be my brother! Brothers don’t do that to their little brother’s best friend! So why did you?! What the fuck were you thinking?! And what did you do after, threaten him?! You sick piece of shit, I HATE YOU!”

Jordan chuckles. “Heh, you told me everything about him yeah . . . Always about him, your precious little man whore.”

“Jordan, Devon, stop this!” their mother screams with disapproval sounding heavily in her voice.

They look about to step forward to maybe take him away when Jordan pulls out a gun.

Oh my God!

He’s fuck’n crazy!

Everyone else disappears as he points the gun right at me with narrowed eyes full of hate. But what right does he have to hate me?! I didn’t do anything to him! I didn’t force him to suck me off and I didn’t threaten him in any way! He has no right to hate me!

Devon gasps and immediately steps in front of me so that I won’t get shot.

“What the hell are you doing?! Are you crazy?!” Devon shouts while reaching behind himself and grabbing my sides, making sure I stay behind him.

“I . . . I’ve always hated you,” Jordan growls at me. I stare at him with wide eyes full of shock and confusion.

Hated me?

Why?!

What did I do?!

It’s always my fault, because I’m bad . . .

“Because my brother gave all of his attention to you. Even when you weren’t around all I would hear about is Elliot, Elliot, Elliot . . . but before you came around it was always brother, brother, brother. You took him away from me, replaced me completely! I was shoved to the side, cast away, and forgotten because of YOU! Do you have any idea what that’s like?! To be replaced by your own family?! Huh?! Do you?!”

I can’t move, I just stand there, barely able to see Jordan over Devon’s shoulder, and I have no idea how Devon’s doing right now.

Is he okay?

He must be feeling like it’s his own fault his brother . . . No . . . don’t blame yourself for my selfishness. Because yeah, I did want to take Devon away from Jordan. I wanted him for myself, because he had me all for himself. Looks like I got what I wanted too. But I didn’t even think about who I’d be hurting in the process. Even though I knew I was taking him away from his brother, I never thought about how he would feel about that.

I knew he and Jordan were close, closer than most brothers, and I just snatched him up . . . But Devon seemed happy . . . so I didn’t think on it. But when we first started hanging out he was right . . . Dev always talked about his brother, I wanted that too. And eventually he stopped talking about his brother and his attention was all on me. I remember feeling victorious.

Then, all of a sudden, Jordan starts laughing hysterically and shoves the gun under his chin.

No one moves.

And Devon begins shaking.

“What . . . what are you . . .” Devon chokes out but doesn’t continue.

Jordan locks gazes with my wide, fearful eyes.

“You win. Are you happy now?”

And he pulls the trigger.

I jump at the loud noise, my heart jumping to my throat, choking me and making me unable to speak.

Devon, despite himself, runs forward as Jordan falls to the ground. Girls scream and people start chattering about how they can’t believe it as Jordan’s family weeps.

“Jordan!” Devon shouts with his voice full of pain.

Love can make you go crazy, it drives people insane.

Are you happy now?

After hours and hours of dealing with . . . people, Devon tears himself away from everyone and takes a half asleep me home. His father gives him a stern look and says they need to talk later, though even he looked like he was about to break down as they hauled Jordan’s corpse out of there.

And now it’s midnight and Devon’s sitting on my couch just staring at the ground. I just woke up in my bed and go out to get a glass of water—sure that everything was just a dream. That everything that happened these last two days was just a very good dream that turned into a nightmare.

“Dev . . .” I whisper, edging closer to the couch and letting him know that I’m awake and alive. I don’t wonder if he hates me this time, instead I just wonder if he’s still sane himself. He just saw his brother literally blow his brains out. So it’s stupid to ask or think if he’s okay, of course he’s not.

“My brother’s dead . . .” he whispers, and I watch as this realization finally settles in his mind. He looks down even further so that his hair covers his eyes, probably trying to hide his face from me.

Of course he’s sad, even though Jordan was a bad guy—a horrible guy—he was still his brother and Devon cared about him, loved him too, maybe.

“Dev . . .” I whisper again.

“I will never forgive him for what he did to you. The brother I loved was fake, not real, a dream . . . but it still hurts. I’m sorry, Elliot.”

Why is he apologizing to me?

Though I can see it on his face, he’s torn between loyalty to me and his grief for Jordan.

“It’s not your fault . . .” I mumble.

It’s mine. He said so himself!

It’s all my fault!

Devon looks at me and reaches out for me, grabbing my arm and yanking me down on the couch with him. My back is pressed against his chest and I’m sitting between his legs. He wraps his arms around me and presses his face in my shoulder.

“You did nothing wrong . . . I don’t regret spending time with you. I’m glad I did.”

“But Jordan . . .”

“Was crazy, mental even. Sometimes things happen . . . and it’s no one’s fault.”

“He really loved you . . . and I just took you away.”

He shakes his head. “I took myself away.” He moves and kisses my neck. “I’m staying here tonight . . . again.” He moves to the side so that we lay on our sides, on the couch. His back is against the back of the couch while moving me so I’m on my back and he’s pressed against my side, almost laying on me.

“Shouldn’t you like, be with your family or something?”

“I’ll go home tomorrow. This time I need you to hug me,” he grins.

“Kay . . .”

“Congratulations!” Shelby squeals as she comes to us, throwing her white hat up in the sky as she does so. She laughs happily and goes to hug me.

I laugh and hug her back. “You’re going to lose your hat to the wind!” I shout as the hat tumbles, other students moving out of the way.

“Eek! Oh noes!” she scrambles to get the hat and then hops back up to me, brushing the grass off of it. “So remember, we have to stay in contact! I’m going to be living with my uncle until I get a place of my own and I gave you my number for there, you already have my cell phone number and e-mail—”

“Shelby! I don’t even have a computer!” I laugh.

“Just don’t lose touch with me! Everyone loses touch after and I don’t wanna lose you and . . .”

And here come the tears.

“It’s okay,” I say as soothingly as I can, pulling her into another hug. “We won’t lose touch.”

“We can’t lose touch. By the way where’s Devon? He has my number and stuff right?!” Her eyes widen comically as panic flashes through them.

“Devon left, he said he had some last minute things to do and would meet me back at my apartment later. And don’t worry; even if he doesn’t I do and I can give it to him.”

She calms down, placing a hand on her chest and calming her breathing. “Okay . . . right . . . Shit, I have to go back to my parents before our old Chemistry teacher tattles on me for that thing, you know that thing.”

“Of course I do.”

“I’ll see you later pumpkin owl.”

That doesn’t make sense . . .

“Yeah,” I kiss her cheek and she scampers back to her parents.

Sighing I see that Devon’s family have already left.

Of course, they’ve already congratulated me too. Although since Jordan’s death they’ve been a little . . . iffy with me. Devon’s practically staying at my apartment with me now and I’m wondering if he’s going to move in with me now.

We’ve just graduated from High School and I’m nervous.

Where do we go from here?

Devon and I have lasted like, six, almost seven months. It was rocky with his brother’s death at the beginning but I think Dev’s moved on, for the most part. His sister has decided to have another wedding after she’s had her baby and gets her figure back. Of course, her last wedding wasn’t a pretty one and she probably doesn’t want to remember that day for the rest of her life—though she will anyway.

I look around at all the girls in white and all of the guys in black, throwing their hats around and hugging friends and family and other loved ones.

Waving my hand in front of my face I squeeze my diploma and make my way to the parking lot. Devon left his car here for me to drive back; he caught a ride back with someone else.

I just wonder what he’s doing . . .

Once I’m in the car I take off my hat and throw my diploma in the back seat. Then turn on the air condition and take my black robe off. Too hot, way too hot to wear in the summer!

I toss that in the back and unbutton as many buttons as I can. I’m frick’n dying! Thankfully his car cools fast.

Bless you AC!

Bless you to the heavenliest heaven there is!

So it appears I’m going to have to hunt someone down and murder them.

Where the hell’s all my stuff!

“DEVON!” I scream upon entering my now completely empty apartment—not counting the very few boxes on the floor. “Devon! What the hell! Where’s my couch, my TV—OH MY GOD WHERE ARE MY GAMES?!!! You sick, SICK man! DEVON!!!”

“Jesus, can you scream any louder?” Devon grins as he walks out of my room with a box full of crap in his arms. He sets it down, his grin still in place. “Oh yeah, I forgot you can. You screamed pretty loud last night.”

My mouth drops.

“You’re sick.” Over these few months I’ve learned that he’s even more perverted than I thought he was. Though it’s only when we’re alone really. He tones it down when we’re outside of our—or my—home. “Where are you taking all my stuff? Are you kicking me out?” I pout while walking up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him with the cutest expression I could muster.

Shelby taught me The Look. The look that will get me whatever I want.

He grins, leans down and presses his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. “I’m surprised you haven’t noticed . . . I’ve been moving some smaller things out of here for the past week.”

. . . I thought my room was looking emptier . . .

“Why?”

He kisses me again, running the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip, but when I part my lips he pulls away.

Fuck’n tease!

I move my arms to wrap around his neck, losing my fingers in his dark hair and ready to pull him down to satisfy this growing hunger that’s threatening to devour him.

“I’m finally going to fulfill my promise . . . something I should have done a long time ago but was too chicken shit to do.”

I freeze.

“. . . Promise?” Do I sound as hopeful as I think?

“Yeah . . . Elliot, I got us a condo. It’s got two bedrooms but I got us a king sized bed so we can use the other one for when Shelby comes to visit, or if you get pissed at me and kick me out of bed or you annoy me to the point to where I just go there by myself. Or whatever else we feel like doing with it.”

My mouth is hanging open.

“A condo? Aren’t they like . . . big . . . and stuff . . . ?”

“Too much room just for me.”

I look around the empty room. “I’m going to miss my small shitty apartment though.”

“Do you want to kiss the floor goodbye?”

“Could you give us a moment?” I grin, amused and really, really happy.

“Hmm . . . I know how we can say goodbye to it.” He leans closer to me so that his lips are hovering just above mine.

“Yeah?”

“Elliot . . .” he purrs, kissing my lips softly and groaning before deepening the kiss, grabbing the back of my head and keeping me to him.

“Mm . . .”

“We’ve never done it on the floor before.”

And with that I’m on my back and on the floor, it doesn’t take Devon long to climb over me and reattach himself to my mouth. He grinds down against me and after a few beautiful minutes of tongue war and seeing which one of us can get the other naked first he pulls away and kisses me from my cheek to behind my ear.

“I love you . . .”

“I know . . . I love ya too, asshole.”

And we dive into a pool full of bliss, with Devon fulfilling all of the promises he’s made me.

Including being with me—and making me happy—forever . . .

fin

COMPLETE!!!

Woot, woot! I made this chapter long for you guys cause I just love you that much. Ha, ha! Jordan’s a little crazy ne . . . but I only half hate his character.

ALSO, I have posted a new boy love story ahead of Setting Sun which is called Whispers in the Dark, it’s my very first boy love story with Supernatural nature to it so I hope you will all enjoy that. I have news about Black Night in my profile under Story Status.

Secret Sun will be up November 15th exactly. To see a bit of a . . . uh . . . summary or whatever, you can go to my profile. Also, these songs: Cold by Crossfade and Lies and Numb by Evanescence can give you an idea of how Stephan’s character will be. :)

DON’T FORGET TO VOTE ON MY POLL!!!! I’M TAKING IT DOWN WHEN SETTING SUN IS POSTED!!!

Thank you so much for your reviews: N.M.E, Bunnies on Fire, PerfectionIsMyObsession, JtheChosen1, TheVampireDoll., iFaye, Lynn-Night, Jenna Whitefield, Mayuka, koerle, Robyn Night, Esioul, Isabella DeMontegro, Jester08, kat, k0reanbsty1n

N.M.E: Thank you for pointing that out! Frick’n fp likes to delete words and sentences and shit when I post long chapters which is why I try not to. You know it won’t let me put down one of my reviewers names? It keeps deleting the first two words for it so I have to bunch it all up so I can get her name in there. Huff.

JtheChosen1: Jordan was mental, lol, his love for his brother drove him insane. But I have no doubt people are very satisfied with his ending.

TheVampireDoll.: I’m glad to know I won’t be the only one to miss Elliot and Devon—tears—and I have no doubt I’ll love Noah and Stephan, I already do and I’ve barely written for them yet, but Elliot and Dev have a special spot . . . sniff . . . I was going to make Dev bi but he doesn’t want any other guys than Elliot and doesn’t find them particularly appealing. Dev is the type of person who if he’s in love with someone, no matter what gender etc, he’ll find them beautiful. Even if that person had a huge hairy mole on their chin, he’d kiss it every morning. Lol!

iFaye: What’s star-crossed lovers? I feel like a tart—yeah, tart, not retard, I’m spreading tart around—for not knowing what that is. But I think at a point I knew what it was but forgot . . .

koerle: No Dev pov . . . sigh, I’m gonna miss these guys. But it’s all done, over. I’m going to cry . . .

Esioul: Past events are told in past tense, present events are told in present tense. That’s the difference. Ha ha, yes the first part was of course a flashback.

kat: Um, I don’t know what you’re particularly confused on. E-mail what answers you want—my e-mails on my profile—or PM me or whatever, and I’ll explain to you whatever you didn’t get.

K0reanbsty1n: That’s so sweet, thank you. You don’t have to review all the time, the most important chapter that I want people to review is the first and last one . . . the ones between are just a wonderful plus. Ha ha. Thank you for the support! Much love! Smooches!

THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS FOR THIS STORY!!!

Also, it would be awesomeful of you guys to tell me how you like the ending and the story as a whole, and support me on my next boy love story!