Season 3 Episode 25 | My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan (Finale) (Patreon)

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Episode 25: Finally Home - Series Finale

Saying goodbye to Jake and Stacey had been harder than I expected. Even though things were better between us now, watching them leave still left a strange emptiness in my chest. It had been four days since they flew back to America, and life had slowly started to settle into something that felt almost normal.

I was walking home from the patisserie after my shift, the late afternoon sun warm against my skin. My bag was slung over one shoulder and my phone was in my hand. I had been thinking about it all day, and I finally decided it was time.

I opened my messages and typed to Lucien.

Me: Hey. I’m ready to get back to working on LifeInParis properly. Whenever you have time.

His reply came a minute later.

Lucien: Things are good with Jake?

Me: Yes. Thank you for the advice the other day.

Lucien: Always. Let me know when you’re free and we’ll talk about the new brand.

I smiled at my phone and slipped it back into my pocket. It felt good to finally say it out loud, even if it was just through text. I felt like I could focus on something that was mine again.

When I reached Dylan’s apartment, I used the spare key he had given me months ago. The place smelled like his body wash and the faint scent of his cologne. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

I dropped my bag by the door and walked into the living room just as the water turned off. A minute later Dylan stepped out, a towel wrapped low around his waist. His skin was still damp, and his muscles looked full and pumped. The veins in his arms stood out clearly, and his chest looked thicker than usual.

He smiled when he saw me. “Hey. You’re early.”

“Shift ended sooner than I thought,” I said, walking toward him.

He pulled me in without hesitation, one arm wrapping around my waist while his other hand came up to the back of my neck. His mouth met mine in a slow, deep kiss that made my stomach tighten. I could taste the mint from his toothpaste and feel the warmth of his skin through my shirt.

When he pulled back, his hand slid down to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

“How was your day?” he asked against my lips.

“Long,” I murmured, kissing him again. “But better now.”

Dylan’s hand stayed on my ass as he walked me backward until my back hit the wall. He kissed me harder this time, his tongue sliding against mine while his body pressed close. I could feel how hard he already was through the towel.

I ran my hands up his chest, feeling the thickness of his pecs. “Did you go to the gym after your shoot?”

He smirked. “Yeah. Had a quick session. Needed to get some blood flowing.”

My fingers traced over his bicep. It was swollen and vascular from the pump. “It shows. Your arms look insane right now.”

Dylan laughed softly and flexed the arm I was touching. “Good. Means it worked.”

I kept running my hand over his bicep and then down to his chest again, feeling the hard muscle under warm skin. My own cock was already getting hard just from touching him like this.

Dylan’s hand moved from my ass to the front of my jeans. He popped the button open and slowly dragged the zipper down while he kissed along my jaw.

“How was your day?” he asked again, voice lower now.

“Same as usual,” I said, my breath catching when his fingers brushed over the front of my underwear. “But I texted Lucien today.”

Dylan paused for a second, then continued kissing down my neck. “Yeah?”

“I told him I’m ready to start working on LifeInParis properly again.”

Dylan pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, but there was a small smile on his face. “Good. You should. You’ve been sitting on that for too long.”

His hand slipped inside my underwear and wrapped around my cock, giving it a slow stroke. I exhaled sharply and leaned into him.

“What about you?” I asked, trying to focus while his hand moved. “Anything new with work?”

Dylan kept stroking me slowly as he spoke. “I had a meeting with one of the brands I work with. They want to do a partnership thing. Protein powder, maybe some supplements. They’re talking about bringing in a bigger name to front it with me.”

I smiled, genuinely happy for him. “That’s great. You’ve been wanting something like that.”

“Yeah,” he said, still stroking me. His free hand pushed my jeans down my hips. “It could be good money if it works out.”

I stepped out of my jeans and underwear and kicked them aside. Dylan’s towel was still around his waist, but it was doing nothing to hide how hard he was.

I reached down and tugged at the towel until it fell to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked him slowly while he continued to touch me.

“So what does that mean for you?” I asked between kisses.

Dylan’s hand slid around to my ass again, squeezing hard. “Means I might be busier. More shoots, more meetings. But it also means I can finally start building something of my own instead of just training clients.”

I kissed him again, slower this time. “I’m really happy for you.”

He smiled against my mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We kept kissing and touching, the conversation mixing with the heat building between us. Dylan’s hands were everywhere, squeezing my ass, stroking my cock, pulling me closer. I could feel how much he wanted me, and it made my head spin.

Eventually he walked me backward toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. When we reached the bed, he pushed me down onto it and climbed over me. His body was heavy and warm as he settled between my legs.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. I watched as he poured some onto his fingers and then reached down between my legs. He rubbed the slick over my hole, circling it slowly before pressing one finger inside.

I exhaled, my body relaxing around him.

Dylan leaned down and kissed me while he worked his finger deeper. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my lips.

I smiled, my hands running over his back. “Have you?”

“Yeah.” He added a second finger, stretching me slowly. “Couldn’t stop thinking about getting you like this.”

I moaned softly as he curled his fingers inside me. My cock was leaking steadily against my stomach.

Dylan kissed down my neck, then back up to my mouth. “You know…I’ve been thinking…I want you here every night,” he said, voice low. “Not just sometimes. Every night.”

I looked up at him, my breath catching at the way he was looking at me.

He kept moving his fingers inside me, slow and deliberate, while he waited for my answer.

I reached up and touched his face. “You really want that?”

Dylan nodded, eyes locked on mine. “Yeah. I do.”

He pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube again. I watched as he poured more onto his cock, stroking himself a few times to spread it. Then he moved closer, lining himself up.

The head of his cock pressed against my hole, hot and slick.

He looked down at me, waiting.

I nodded, my hands gripping his arms.

Dylan pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me open as he started to slide inside. I breathed out hard, my hands gripping his shoulders while my body opened for him. He went slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch as he sank deeper. My hole clenched around him, and I could feel the way he throbbed inside me.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice already shaky.

Dylan’s eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time. He didn’t look away once. When he was fully buried, hips pressed tight against my ass, he stayed there for a long moment, just breathing with me. His cock felt huge and hot inside me, pulsing steadily.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said, voice low and rough. He leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine while his cock stayed buried to the hilt. “Been thinking about this all day.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Then stop thinking and fuck me.”

He smirked against my mouth, but the look in his eyes was serious. He pulled back and thrust forward again, deeper this time. The drag of his cock inside me made my back arch. He started moving in a steady rhythm, not too fast yet, but every thrust went all the way in. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the room.

I moaned loudly, unable to hold it back. Dylan’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he fucked me harder. His eyes never left mine.

“You like that?” he asked, voice thick. “You like when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”

He leaned down and kissed me again, swallowing my moans while his hips snapped forward. The bed creaked under us. Every thrust made my cock leak steadily against my stomach. Dylan reached between us and wrapped his hand around me, stroking in time with his thrusts.

I whimpered into his mouth. The combination of his cock hitting deep inside me and his hand on my dick was overwhelming.

Dylan pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark and focused. “I mean it…” he murmured, still thrusting deep and steady. “I want you here every night. Not just sometimes.”

I moaned as he hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. “Dylan…”

“I’m serious,” he said, voice low and rough. He fucked me harder, the wet sounds getting louder. “I want you to move in. For real. Bring all your shit. Make this your place too.”

My heart pounded even harder than my body. I looked up at him, searching his face while he kept fucking me. “You really want that?”

He nodded, never breaking rhythm. His hand stroked my cock faster. “Yeah. I do. I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to come home to you. I want this to be our home.”

I reached up and touched his face, my thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “I already have half my wardrobe here,” I said, smiling even as I moaned from another deep thrust.

Dylan laughed softly, but it came out strained because he was breathing hard. “Then bring the rest. All of it. I want you here permanently. No more going back to Becca’s for even one night.”

He thrust harder, making me cry out. My legs tightened around him. The way he was looking at me while saying these things made my chest feel tight in the best way.

“You’re really asking me to move in while you’re inside me?” I managed to say between moans.

Dylan smirked, but his eyes stayed serious. “Yeah. Figured it was a good time to make my point.”

He shifted his angle slightly and started fucking me even deeper. Every thrust knocked a broken sound out of me. His hand never stopped stroking my cock. I could feel myself getting close, the pleasure building fast and hot in my stomach.

“Dylan,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“Good,” he said, voice rough. He leaned down and kissed me hard, then pulled back to watch my face. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”

His thrusts got faster and more intense. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my hole mixed with my moans and his low grunts. He kept stroking me, thumb rubbing over the head of my cock with every stroke.

I came hard, my whole body tightening around him. I cried out his name as I spilled over his hand and my own stomach. My hole clenched rhythmically around his cock. Dylan groaned low in his throat, fucking me through it, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

“Fuck, Spaghetti Noodle,” he breathed. “You feel so good when you come.”

He kept thrusting, chasing his own release now. His rhythm grew rougher, more desperate. I held onto him, still trembling from my orgasm, and watched his face as he got closer.

“Come inside me,” I whispered. “I want it.”

Dylan’s eyes darkened. He fucked me harder, the bed hitting the wall with every thrust. His grip on my thighs tightened. A few seconds later he buried himself deep and came with a low, broken groan. I could feel the heat of his cum flooding inside me, pulse after pulse. He stayed buried deep, breathing hard, forehead pressed against mine.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us catching our breath. Dylan’s cock was still inside me, softening slowly. He kissed me gently, then again, slower this time.

Eventually he pulled out carefully. I hissed at the loss, feeling his come leak out of me. He rolled onto his side and pulled me against his chest. His hand stroked slowly down my back.

We lay there quietly for a while, skin warm and sticky against each other. Dylan’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my spine.

“I meant it,” he said quietly after a few minutes. “I want you to move in. For real. Permanently.”

I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes were soft but steady.

“I’d like that,” I said.

A small smile tugged at his mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I leaned in and kissed him. “I’ve basically been living here anyway. Might as well make it official.”

Dylan pulled me closer, wrapping both arms around me. “Good. Because I’m done pretending this is temporary. I want you here. All the fucking time.”

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It felt steady and strong under my ear. For the first time in a long time, everything felt settled. The confusion, the back and forth, the fear of choosing wrong… it had all faded. There was only this. Only him.

“I love you, Dylan” I said quietly against his skin.

Dylan’s arms tightened around me. He kissed the top of my head. “I love you too, Troy.”

We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together in the sheets, the city humming quietly outside the windows. My body felt sore in the best way, and my chest felt full.Dylan looked down at the cum cooling on my stomach, then reached between my legs. His fingers slid over my hole, feeling the mess he had left inside me slowly leaking out. He pushed two fingers in gently, feeling how wet and used I was.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice low. “Looks like we made a mess.”

I smiled, still catching my breath, and ran my fingers over his chest. His pecs were glistening with sweat, the muscle full and pumped from how hard he had fucked me. I traced a line down between them, feeling how damp his skin was.

“You are sweating like crazy,” I said softly.

Dylan smirked, still lazily moving his fingers inside me. “Yeah, well. You make me work for it.”

I laughed quietly and pushed at his chest. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my thigh, then sat up. “C’mon, let’s shower.”

I watched him stand, his body still flushed and sweaty, cock hanging heavy between his legs. He reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up with him.

“Didn’t you just take a shower before I got here?” I teased as he led me toward the bathroom.

“Yeah,” he said, glancing back at me with a grin. “But not with you.”

The bathroom was still warm from his earlier shower. Dylan turned on the water and adjusted the temperature until steam started to fill the space. He stepped in first, then pulled me in after him. The hot water hit my skin and felt good against my sore muscles.

Dylan turned me around so my back was to his chest. He reached for the body wash and poured some into his hands, then started washing me slowly. His hands moved over my shoulders, down my back, then around to my chest. He took his time, rubbing the soap into my skin with steady pressure.

I leaned back against him, letting him take care of me. His cock was soft against my ass, but I could still feel the heat of him. He washed lower, his hands sliding over my stomach, then between my legs. He was gentle but thorough, cleaning the mess he had made.

“You okay?” he asked quietly near my ear.

I nodded. “Yeah. More than okay.”

He kissed the side of my neck and kept washing me. When he was done, I turned around and took the body wash from him. I poured some into my hands and started washing him instead. I ran my palms over his chest, feeling the hard muscle and the way his skin was still warm and damp with sweat. I washed over his shoulders, down his arms, then lower across his stomach. He watched me the whole time, eyes half-lidded and relaxed.

When I reached his cock, I cleaned him carefully. He was sensitive after coming, but he didn’t stop me. He just stood there and let me touch him.

We stayed under the water for a long time after that, just holding each other. The steam wrapped around us, and the only sound was the water hitting the tiles. Dylan’s arms were around my waist, and my head rested against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong.

I thought about everything that had brought us here.

From the very beginning, back when this was just stolen moments and secrets. When I was still figuring out what I wanted and Dylan was still pretending he didn’t want anything at all. The jealousy. The fights. The nights I lay awake wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life by choosing him over someone who could actually give me what I thought I needed.

And then everything after. The slow, messy process of him learning how to let me in. The way he had finally said the words I had been waiting to hear. The way he had looked at me while he was still inside me and asked me to move in like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I had spent so long being pulled in different directions. Elliot. Lucien. The fear that maybe I was the kind of person who couldn’t stay with one man. But standing here now, with Dylan’s arms around me and the warm water running over both of us, I knew none of that had ever really been true.

I had always been his.

And he had always been mine, even when he was too scared to say it out loud.

Dylan kissed the top of my head and held me a little tighter.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured.

“Just thinking,” I said.

“About what?”

I pulled back enough to look up at him. His hair was wet and pushed back, water dripping down his face. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

“About how this is it,” I said. “How we finally made it here.”

Dylan’s mouth curved into a small smile. He leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.

“Yeah,” he said against my lips. “We did.”

We stayed in the shower until the water started to run cool. When we finally stepped out, Dylan wrapped a towel around my waist before grabbing one for himself. We dried off in comfortable silence, occasionally brushing against each other in the small space.

Later, we climbed back into bed naked. Dylan pulled me against his chest the way he always did, one arm heavy across my waist. I could still feel the ache between my legs, the pleasant soreness that reminded me of everything we had just done.

Outside the window, the city lights of Paris glowed softly. Inside, everything was quiet and warm.

I closed my eyes and let myself sink into him.

This was the end of the road we had been walking for so long. No more secrets. No more pretending. No more wondering if I was making the wrong choice.

I had chosen him.

And he had chosen me right back.

Whatever came next, the brand deals, the videos, the late nights and early mornings, the fights we would probably still have because we were both stubborn as hell, we would figure it out together.

Because this, right here, was home.

And I was never leaving it again.

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A Final Note

And that’s it.

This is the end of My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan.

I really hope you enjoyed the ride. Writing these final episodes has been emotional for me, and I put a lot of care into giving Troy and Dylan the ending I felt they deserved. Whether you’re happy, emotional, satisfied, or even a little heartbroken that the story has ended, I’d genuinely love to hear how you’re feeling.

If you want to share your thoughts, you’re more than welcome to drop them in the Patreon community chat, send me a DM, or comment wherever you feel comfortable. I read every single message, and your feedback has always meant a lot to me — especially with how this story ends.

Now, I know some of you (especially my fellow Dylan x Troy lovers) are probably already thinking, “Troy, we need Season 4.” And I want to be honest with you.

I don’t think Dylan and Troy’s story can go much further than this — at least not right now. This feels like the natural end of their chapter for me. Their journey has reached a point where they’ve finally chosen each other fully, and I want to leave them there, in a good place.

That said… I do have something in mind involving one of the characters from this world. I don’t want to spoil anything just yet, but I’ll be putting up a poll tomorrow so you can help me decide what comes next.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, for supporting, and for caring about these boys as much as I do. It’s been a long ride, and I’m really grateful you stuck with it until the very end.

With love,

StoriesByTroy