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“This is the best news ever,” Wylie said and kissed him everywhere—his forehead, both his cheeks, the tip of his nose, then finally a big, wet one on the mouth. His octopus arms wrapped around Diego’s shoulders to hold him tightly.

“I’m glad you think so,” Diego said as he brushed his cheek along Wylie’s soft hair.

“I’m probably going to have to marry you one day,” Wylie said, sounding not at all upset about it. “So, you might want to start processing that now.”

“I’ll put it in the queue,” Diego replied, his heart light. He belonged to this man. He trusted this man. And he could be honest with him too. This thing between them had built quietly like warm air rising over open water. Diego hadn’t noticed it at first, the shift in pressure, the pull he couldn’t quite explain. Then suddenly it had a name, a direction, a force. What started as something invisible became impossible for him to ignore. And now that it had hit, the strength of it was overwhelming. These feelings had rushed in, loud and consuming and uninvited, bending his routines, his priorities, even his sense of self.

And at its center was a strange calm. Moments of quiet understanding, like this one, where everything felt certain and steady, even as the world outside tore itself apart.

Love had reshaped Diego. It tested what he could endure, what he must challenge about himself, and what was worth holding onto once the storm had finally passed.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Wylie asked, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze down at him with an open, curious expression.

“I was thinking how that hurricane should have been named after you,” Diego said, smiling at his own private joke.

“Because I rocked your world and gave you the best sex of your life?” Wylie asked.

“Because you’ve torn me down to the studs and rebuilt me.”

Wylie contemplated that for a moment, a soft smile curving his lips, then said, “No, you did that yourself.”

His love for Wylie had rearranged everything–his life, his outlook, and his future. But he’d been the one putting in the work, day in, day out. And he would continue to strive to be a better partner, a better son, and a better person, not only for Wylie but for himself too.

“I’m going to do my best to hold onto you,” Diego said with a raw honesty that still surprised him.

Wylie squeezed him tighter and said with a satisfied grin. “You’d better.”

CHAPTER 21

WYLIE

Wylie headed backto Gainesville early the next day, eager to get back to school and not wanting to get behind on his assignments, but he lingered long enough to give Diego, once again, the best sex of his life.

Diego had informed his mother and uncle about his plan to move to Gainesville in the coming months and had a few job interviews lined up already. He’d talked about finding a place of his own, but in his typical compelling fashion, Wylie insisted that they try living together. Wylie knew Diego to be a thoughtful and conscientious roommate, and how else would Diego be able to feed his insatiable appetites?

Eight weeks later, Diego was working in the kitchen of a locally owned, farm-to-table restaurant in Gainesville and had signed up to start classes at Santa Fe Community College in the new year.

Wylie had talked about getting a part-time job himself to help offset his loans, but Diego insisted he stay focused on school until summer break and that he’d help with the bills. Even more than the financial support, Wylie relied on Diego’s steadiness and adherence to routine. There were no more missed meals and farfewer all-nighters. Diego had even instituted a bedtime for Wylie when he noticed that his sleep patterns were becoming erratic.

They had arguments as well. Diego had built them a shoe rack to combat mess in the foyer and Wylie had to be trained (and reminded) to use it. He was getting better. There was also the matter of Wylie’s inconsistent use of chip clips to seal the opened bags of snacks, so that when Diego went to eat some, they were already stale. But even as he was being reminded to drink more water or go to bed at a decent hour, Wylie couldn’t help but smirk at the man he loved, because even that was evidence that Diego cared and paid attention.

And, of course, there was the sex.

Sometimes it was simply good, athletic sex, which, at times, shifted into sweet and tender lovemaking. Other times it became much more intense with Wylie edging Diego into oblivion or making him wait patiently for release. Once he made Diego lie flat on the mattress with his hands by his sides, and Wylie rode him, infuriatingly slowly, until Diego begged and pleaded to be allowed to come.

Another time Wylie blindfolded Diego and took his time teasing and tormenting every inch of his body, until Diego was vibrating with need, and all it took was a flick to his cock to make him come.

“How’s that, baby?” Wylie asked his live-in boyfriend while balls-deep inside of him. Diego was on all fours, head lowered in his hands as if in prayer, thick thighs spread with his hole gaping every time Wylie stroked in deep, then pulled all the way out. Tonight Wylie had introduced a new addition to their more adventurous play, a cock ring that he fit on Diego to extend their lovemaking. Wylie reached underneath to finger the snap that held the silicone ring flush against his lover’s bulging cock, teasing him with the temptation of release.

“Torture,” Diego said, as if one word were all he could manage. Panting and sweating from his effort, he squeezedWylie’s cock from the inside because he knew how to torment him too.

“That chicken parm you made for me tonight was so good,” Wylie said, smacking his lips and thinking how adorable Diego looked when he’d served it to him, proud of his efforts and delighted that Wylie was so appreciative of yet another gourmet, home-cooked meal. Definite husband material. “I like how you burned the mozzarella just a little bit.”

“Maybe you could fuck me like you mean it, then?” Diego bargained. He was learning how to negotiate Wylie’s good will.

“Maybe,” Wylie said without much commitment, then shoved in deep, his stiff cock sliding against Diego’s swollen prostate in a move that had Diego arching his back to receive it.

“Right there,” Diego said in his begging voice.