Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2019 00:54:54 -0700 From: Joe L Subject: Mason in the Center - Epilogue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a love story between two brothers, both of whom are under the age of 18. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at bdslider1@gmail.com. If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to nifty.org. Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mason in the Center Part 3, Epilogue April 2017 I can't fucking stand him. It's the third week of my Poly-Sci class, and it's too late to drop. My fucking professor is just using his position to spread his own political ideas and see if they will take root in the impressionable, young university attendees. It's working, too. I hear students outside of class regurgitating his ideas like they came up with it. What REALLY pisses me off is that I agree with every fucking thing that he says. I can't even argue with him. I have over three hours until my next class, but I have a physics group project to work on. The library we're meeting at is all the way across campus. I'll have time to get something to eat if I jog. That will take my mind off of politics. "Holy shit!" I shout, "What are you doing here?" "I thought I'd surprise ya," Tyler says, leaning up against a brick wall near the door of my lecture hall. He's holding two sandwiches from our favorite place and produces a couple of sodas out of a thermal bag. I run up to him and give him a big kiss, letting it linger as he slowly runs his hands around my back. Two hot dudes sharing a kiss probably isn't the most unusual sight on this campus. If anyone is offended, they'll just have to deal with it. "It must've taken you over an hour to get here on your bike!" "Yeah, about an hour... but that kiss made it all worth it." "Wait! How the hell did you know how to find me?" I ask, as we sit down on a bench on the side of the building. I take a huge bite out of my sandwich. "I looked up your schedule the other day when you were sleepin'. Remember you told me that your registration password is TylersCum69?" "Oh yeah," I giggle, stuffing a stray pickle in my mouth. "Man, I needed this. I've really been missing you." "I know, me too! That's why I'm here." He strokes my arm with his fingertips, and I get chills running all through my body. It still always gets me. We don't see much of each other these days. I have to get up really early, and I spend all day at campus. There's no reliable free Wi-Fi around my apartment, and I've taken an overload of credits again, trying to graduate early. I have to stay on campus and get shit done every day. Coming home during the day just isn't practical. Tyler is gone every night when I get back to the apartment from school. He's working three jobs to make sure we can stay in our apartment... well four if you count his modeling. I made him get an agent, and he's actually gotten a few contracts. He's working really hard to take care of us, and I appreciate it. When I get to see him, he always pretends he's doing great, but I can see the exhaustion in his eyes. Hopefully someday soon, I'll take care of us and he won't have to work so hard. I don't disturb him and he doesn't disturb me when we're sleeping. We can't cuddle or it will lead to other stuff. We tried trading sleep for sex for a while, but I started falling asleep at school and Tyler got fired from a pretty good job for being late. Now, we have one day a week.... We call it sex Sunday. I make sure I have all of my work done by the time he wakes up, which is usually in the early afternoon. We make love for the rest of the day and on into the night... and then I get to fall asleep in his arms. It's the perfect way to end the week. Our sex life hasn't suffered. I guess it helps that we have some time to miss each other. It's hard to top that first summer back together. Our sex vacation ended up going past two weeks, and then we eventually made our way to New York. We rented the first reasonable apartment we found and didn't leave it for days. We just made love and ordered take-out for all of our food. It got expensive quickly, but we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We began to explore the city occasionally, but there would always be a time where we would lock eyes and smile... then it would be a race back to the apartment, and we'd be back at it. After a few times of doing that, Tyler would give me that smile as soon as we walked through our apartment door into the hall. That way, our return trip to the bed would be a little shorter. No one knows the truth about us, which is fine with me. I think of Tyler as my lover and life partner more than I think of him as a brother, anyway. I've met some of his douchey work friends and he's met some of my pseudointellectual school friends, but they just all think we met and fell in love in high school. We've made contact with home. Carson is back living with Mom and Dad. Things didn't exactly work out for him in California. He actually did some gay porn near the end, trying to make enough money to pay his rent. Tyler and I watch it whenever we want a good laugh... especially in the scene where he bottoms. He has no idea that we know, and I don't think we'll ever let him know... unless we really need to get him good. Carson said that he and Dad are going to visit us this year. I'm not getting my hopes up, but he's been spending a lot of time with Dad so that Dad doesn't end up at his bar all the time. He keeps telling them that Tyler and I are doing great, and he thinks it will help Dad to see that firsthand. Mom will be a tougher nut to crack, though. I'm still not going to give up on her, though. After some time has passed, I'm a little more willing to try to talk to Mom again. I hope the same is true with her. "Thank you so much for doing this. It really means a lot to me." I lean over and give him a kiss and we gaze into each other's eyes. "There's another reason I came." "What?" My heartbeat quickens. "I have something for you." He smiles and blushes. "WHAT?" "You have to close your eyes." He bites his lip. I can see the eagerness in his eyes. "Okay." I close my eyes, but then quickly peek, seeing him digging something out of his pocket. "Hey!" He laughs, and I quickly close my eyes again. "I'll be good! I promise!" I hold my hands out to him. At least I know he's not pranking me with a spider or a snail or anything like that. The seconds tick by, and still I feel nothing. I want to peek again, but I promised. "You ready?" he asks quietly. "YES!" After a few more seconds, I feel him slip a ring on my finger. My eyes pop open, and I see a ring with an intertwining design on my left ring finger. I look up at Tyler in shock. "I got myself one, too!" He smiles proudly and wiggles the fingers on his left hand, showing the same ring. I grab him by the shirt and violently pull him towards me, smashing our lips together. I regain composure and get into the perfect rhythm. After a few seconds, I finally realize I'm in public and pull back. "I told you... the night I asked you to marry me, that I'd get you a ring someday," he smiles proudly. "Is this platinum? How much were these?" "Yeah... I've been saving for them for a while. I didn't take it out of our account or anything. I just picked up extra work where I could. Now, all the cute college boys will know you're taken!" "It's so perfect." I keep alternating between looking at my ring and looking at Tyler. "We're so perfect," he says. We kiss again. I know I did the right thing by asking him to come with me. I can't imagine how I got through life without him when we were apart, and there's no way I could be without him again. Tyler is my guy. "I have to go," he frowns. "I have to be to work by 4:30." "I know." I grab onto him, and he drags me to his bike. I finally let him go and get one last kiss. "Love you, Mace," he says, getting on his bike. "Love you, too." I watch him ride away and think about Sunday. * * * Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Send me an email if you want to know what's going on with my stories in the future. If you haven't already, please check out my published story on Amazon called "Dinger!" 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