AUTHOR'S NOTE: This epilogue was written in 2022 as a Wattpad-exclusive to retain the original romance I wanted to write. After Wattpad mysteriously removed the entire second book last month, over a policy violation for reasons still unknown to me, I decided to have the epilogue published on Nifty. The second book is no different in subject matter or language than the first one, which is still up on Wattpad, and it has a similar cover, too. Yet somehow, it had been published for almost two years before randomly getting removed. Maybe the title "Bending Butts Bending Rules" offended someone who then reported it as porn, which is not allowed on Wattpad. It's not porn, but I didn't want to push the issue any further and risk a possible ban, since the staff made it clear that removed books cannot be republished after I tried to reason with them. Anyway, enjoy!
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Bending Butts Bending Rules
Epilogue: Love Does Live Here Anymore
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For four years up north in Minnesota, right near Canada, I'd been living my peace-and-quiet life to the fullest with no complaints at all. Now, it was summertime. It hadn't dawned on me that my new farm life would eventually become dull and boring, but I'd take that than crazy any day.
After staying at a motel for a week and running low on cash, I'd gotten lucky that an elderly lesbian in the area had needed some help around the house and yard after her wife had passed away shortly before that. Her family had disowned her a long time ago over her sexuality, so she'd been alone and in need of some company. We'd bonded and become like family, and we were inseparable, even though I did occasionally talk to my own family while continuing to live inside the closet.
The woman constantly tried to set me up with the grandson of her sister who was a blond twink, even though I had yet to meet him. I'd politely declined and told her I needed time on my own, away from romance. I'd had enough of love in my life, not that any of it had ever been legit. I was convinced that love didn't live here anymore. Well, it never had, but the phrase seemed fitting to me. I was prepared to be single for a long time, and I was comfortable with that.
While she was taking a nap this afternoon, the doorbell rang. I imagined she expected me to get it, and she was out like a light, anyway. We still had a lot more work on the new garden, which expanded every summer because of how big her yard was, and the space called for it, so we planted whatever we wanted for fresh meals and a beautiful vista.
I opened the door, and my heart stopped at the sight of Jeremy standing there, looking just as confused as I was. "Hey!"
His blue eyes lit up with some kind of emotion I couldn't read, and he swallowed like he'd seen a ghost. "Aaron? What...are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, my grandma's sister lives here, and she said I could stay with her for the summer and help her out."
Oh, shit. This was the twink she'd tried to set me up with? What a small world, after all. But I also wanted to retain my anonymity because of the past. My heart raced at the thought of a Peter finding me way up here.
I sighed. "Does anyone else know I moved here?"
"Not at all. Why would I betray you like that? Besides, not even I knew. When she told me she had a special guest living with her who was gay, I got so excited because it's hard to find gay people in this area. Never had I imagined it was you."
That meant Buff didn't know as well, especially since he'd actually left me alone all this time, thanks to me breaking my phone as a way to save my own life.
I wasn't sure what had hit me, but I couldn't just let Jeremy stand there any longer without a proper greeting. I threw my arms around him because he had actually mattered to me at one point. His manly scent and light cologne triggered my senses, giving me an unexpected boner. Even though I'd moved on with my life, I'd still thought about him on occasion the past four years.
He let out a gentle breath, practically melting in my arms. "I missed you, Aaron. I hope you know I had no choice but to side with the Peters to fulfill my obligations. It was the only way they could leave me alone after I graduated."
"It's okay, Jeremy, I understand. I don't blame you. You're not an ex-Peter like me, so you don't have to hide like I do."
"I thought about you a lot, though. The whole time. But I never thought I'd ever see you again, so I moved on."
"We both did, but we don't have to move on from each other anymore because you're here now. We can finally get to know each other better without any drama in the way."
Jeremy snuggled in my arms, moaning in comfort. "I'd actually like to see where this leads now. You know, if you're interested."
"Of course I am. Only one way to find out."
What a strange coincidence that we'd bump into each other again, but in a whole new and safer setting. I was so overjoyed to reunite with someone worth reuniting that I gazed into Jeremy's pretty blue eyes and kissed his soft lips, making out with passion. I suddenly took back everything I'd said about love. Okay, I wasn't in love at this moment, of course, not even close. But to say that love didn't live here anymore was not true anymore. It probably did exist; I just had to find it with enough trust.
But before that would ever happen, I was going to fuck Jeremy's brain's out like there was no tomorrow, and then, I'd take him out on a nice date and see where things could lead between us. Who knew what he'd eventually come to mean to me? Maybe he'd become my best friend with benefits.
Or maybe my first love.
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I'm Marco May, a published author of gay romance and erotica, both contemporary and paranormal. My focus is on new adult, college, BDSM, kink, and age gaps, with some taboo.
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