Rogue - Jericho's Boys #2 - ch. 21-Epilogue (Patreon)

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Chapter 21

Levi

“Where are they?” Levi muttered for what felt like the thousandth time.

He paced the dank and dusty warehouse, the smell of oil heavy in the air as Jericho and the twins worked on the two-story machine to his left. They were back at the slaughterhouse, only this time, they were on the meatpacking side. Unlike their usual space next door, this building had metal catwalks that criss-crossed above their heads.

“Something’s wrong,” Levi said, no less than a minute later.

Things weren’t adding up. The others were deliberately keeping him out of the loop and it was driving him nuts, like a thousand bugs beneath his skin. Maybe this was his karma for keeping things from Shiloh. Maybe this was what he deserved. He didn’t know how things had gone so badly in such a short amount of time.

A simple operation to take out one low-level gangster in a Gucci belt had now turned into an all-hands-on-deck situation and that knowledge had teeth. Sure, the Mulvaneys often involved themselves in things like this for back-up or clean-up services, but this wasn’t that.

Levi had expected Noah and Lucas. They’d been the next on deck for emergencies, and extracting Shiloh, Nico, and Mal had quickly become an emergency. Levi just didn’t know why. Still, hearing they were coming hadn’t rung any alarm bells for him. They didn’t go off for Noah and Lucas. Not even for August and the twins. Where there was bloodshed, they were often the culprits. They made sense.

It was the two surprise guests making Levi’s head spin, each scenario more horrific than the last. Sitting in the corner, in a nest made of fluffy blankets, sat Felix and Zane. And they’d arrived before their husbands who had seemed just as surprised to see them. If Avi and Asa didn’t call them, that meant Noah had, and that wasn’t a call to his brothers-in-law—that was a bat signal to the feelings faction. And that was never a good sign.

Seven tracked his movements from where he leaned against an old metal pipe. “Bro, you’re making me dizzy.”

Levi ignored him, shaking his head, his agitation growing. “This is taking too long. Something is wrong,” he stressed. Then he shouted, “Why won’t someone just tell me what happened?”

Everyone paused to look at him as his words echoed throughout the space. Jericho gave him his concerned dad look, but Levi just shook his head. There was no way Jericho was benching him for some dumb shit like emotional distress. After thirty seconds, everyone went back to their assigned tasks.

“Dude, you have to chill out,” Seven urged. Levi was Seven’s task. Handling him. Managing him. Keeping him from getting sucked into the impending downward spiral that was his invasive thoughts.

“I can’t. I can’t until someone tells me what’s happening with my boyfriend.” Panic gripped him and he grabbed Seven, looking him in the eye. “Tell me the truth. Were you lying when you said he wasn’t hurt? Are you just trying to keep me calm until you tell me something—” Levi choked on the thought, coughing before he said, “something bad happened to Shiloh.”

Seven’s eyes went wide. “What? Dude, no. You’re losing it. I don’t know what they know, either. I’m just as in the dark as you are, but they wouldn’t do that to you. Whatever the situation is, you adding your crazy to the mix isn’t going to help anyone, least of all Shiloh. They said he’s fine.”

Levi shook his head. “No, that’s not what they said. They said he was uninjured. That’s a whole lot different than fine. If he’s so fine, why wouldn’t they let me talk to him?”

When Nico had called Jericho the second time, he’d refused to put it on speakerphone and had talked in clipped sentences. Levi could barely make out anything. All he knew was that everybody was uninjured except Micah and Jericho needed to call Thomas to get a clean-up crew to the basement of Nico’s and Levi’s building.

“We’ve got a clinically-trained psychologist with him and we can get Freckles here in thirty minutes if necessary.” Seven forced him to meet his gaze. “But I don’t think it will be necessary. If he was hurt, Atticus would already be here waiting with the others. Shiloh is uninjured. Everyone who matters is fine.”

The heavy door banged open just as Seven finished his sentence, the protesting hinges raking over his raw nerves. Noah held the door open for the others. Lucas and Nico were struggling to carry a body wrapped in a brown blanket. Given the rough treatment they were giving it, Levi assumed it was Micah beneath it.

Where was Shiloh? He was striding towards Noah and the open door when Mal stepped through, Shiloh in his arms. Levi froze. They had wrapped him in one of those foil emergency blankets that kept people warm, his bloody bare feet sticking out the bottom.

“Shiloh!” Lucas stepped into his path, barring him from moving closer. “Get the fuck out of my way. What’s happening?”

Shiloh’s eyes were open but he didn’t acknowledge Levi’s cry. His face was caked in dried blood, his hair, too. It was like a scene out of that movie with the prom and the pig’s blood. Only Levi knew this blood was not from any animal.

“What the fuck, man? Let me go. What happened? You said he was okay. Why is there so much blood? Shiloh!”

Shiloh still didn’t acknowledge him. Felix gestured for Mal to bring him to them. Levi gasped as they removed the foil blanket, revealing a t-shirt and boxers covered in rust-colored splatters and hands so coated in blood all around his fingernails looked black. There were more parts of him that were dirty than clean.

Levi shoved at the man in front of him, his anger and fear blocking out all rational thought. “Let me go, Lucas.”

“Listen to me for two minutes and then I will let you go,” he said, a hand on Levi’s chest. “If you love him, you’ll listen.”

Levi stopped resisting, sucking in heaving breaths, nostrils flaring. “What?”

“That’s not his blood,” Lucas explained calmly.

Levi blinked at him. “What?”

Lucas grabbed Levi’s face, locking eyes with him. “I need you to hear everything I’m saying before you freak out. Are you paying attention?”

Paying attention? “No, I’m freaking the fuck out, Lucas.”

Lucas sighed. “Micah used your mother to lure Shiloh into opening the front door. He made entry into the house, cornered him in his room, and put a gun in his mouth. Mal put a gun to Micah’s head before it went any further and Nico knocked him out and got them all down to the basement. Shiloh was rattled, dissociating, but calm.”

Levi tried not to let his brain lock onto any one piece of information lest he fixate on it and miss something important. His fucking mother had helped Micah? Of course, she fucking had. Micah put a gun in Shiloh’s mouth. He must have been terrified. Fuck. But that still explained nothing.

“Why is my boyfriend catatonic and covered in fucking blood?” Levi snapped.

“You need to calm down.”

That didn’t come from Lucas but August who came to stand beside his husband, dropping his human mask and staring at Levi with dead eyes.

“Look at him,” Levi said, a sob welling in his chest.

“He’s in shock. Dissociating. Honestly, given the circumstances, it might be better if he just checks out for a bit. At least, until we finish with that one.” Lucas jerked his head towards Micah where he lay in a heap on the ground.

“What did he do to him?” Levi whispered.

“It’s not what Micah did to him,” Lucas said. “It’s what he did to Micah.”

Levi let Lucas’s words sink in. “Did he kill him?” He looked at the blanket-covered body. “Is he dead?”

As if on cue, Micah began to moan from somewhere beneath the blanket. Lucas grimaced. “Unfortunately, no. That’s why we’re all here. We need to finish what Shiloh started.”

“What does that mean?” Levi cried. “Someone just fucking tell me something.”

“It’s better to show you.” Lucas took his arm and led him to Micah. “Brace yourself.”

Levi rolled his eyes as August crouched down, but when he pulled back the blanket, he’d never been so grateful his stomach was empty. Levi stumbled back, his pulse skyrocketing. His eyes flitted around Micah’s face…well, what had once been Micah’s face, trying to even make sense of what he saw.

“Oh, my God…” Levi muttered, unable to stop the way his face contorted in horror. “How…”

Lucas shrugged, his expression pained. “Mal said Shiloh was already dissociating before they’d left the apartment. They dropped Micah on the floor to make the call to you, which went fine. But before they could get Micah back off the floor, he started taunting Shiloh. Laughing at him. Mal said Shiloh just…snapped.”

“Snapped?” Levi echoed, staring at the mess that was Micah.

Mal joined them. “Shiloh just attacked him,” he said, staring down at Micah grimly, but without pity.

“With what?” Levi asked, dumbstruck.

Mal shook his head, like he himself couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “His hands…his feet…his teeth. Once he was on him, we couldn’t stop him. He just kept screaming at him to stop laughing, even after he was no longer capable of doing any such thing. I had to put him in a sleeper hold just to get him to stop. He was going to kill him.”

“Why’d you stop him?” Levi asked dully, still trying to rationalize in his brain how that mangled mess was a human being.

“Because Shiloh couldn’t handle the guilt of knowing he killed someone, least of all our brother. No matter how much Micah deserves it. He’s not like me. Like…us,” he clarified.

Us as in him and Micah? Or us as in him and Levi and the other killers in the room? “Shiloh knows.”

Mal snapped his gaze to Levi. “What?”

“He knows what he’s done,” Levi said. “He knows how you try to keep it from him. He knows he’s the one who killed that kid who raped him. He thinks he may have even killed your mother, too.”

Mal sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “He’s…right. But it’s not his fault. He doesn’t know what he’s doing in the moment. He just disappears into his head and someone—or something—else takes over. Micah called it intermittent explosive disorder. He had him on meds for it, but he’s been without them since he went home with you.”

Lucas frowned. “Does he often have violent outbursts?”

Mal shook his head, glancing at his brother. “He only gets violent when cornered. Like an animal. He’s protecting himself. Or, at least, he thinks he is.”

Micah was bound when Shiloh attacked. He hadn’t been capable of posing a threat. But in Shiloh’s head, that wouldn’t have stopped his brother. Micah was Shiloh’s boogeyman, Freddy and Jason all rolled into one impossible-to-stop killer who would never let him rest.

Of course, he’d finally snapped.

“I don’t think it’s IED,” Lucas said, looking at both Mal and Levi. “Obviously, we would need a formal evaluation, but it’s not a stretch to say he likely has severe CPTSD. They often have extreme reactions to stress and can experience blackouts. We have someone he can work with. Someone who’s in the fold. He works with a lot of us.”

“Ever’s doctor?” Levi asked.

Lucas nodded. “He’s excellent. He will make sure he gets whatever he needs. But right now, he needs calm. He needs cuddles and electrolytes and orienting. You need to reassure him he’s safe.”

Levi was shaking. His rage and helplessness were radiating from him like toxic radiation. He wanted nothing more than to take Shiloh and cuddle him for the rest of their lives, but he knew his presence in this state would only agitate Shiloh.

Levi swallowed the lump of sand in his throat. “I don’t know if I’m the best one for that right now. I’m so fucking mad.”

“Well, then, you’re just in time,” Avi said, sauntering towards them. “We’re ready to play ball.”

Avi toed at Micah’s side. He was alert, staring at all of them with a malevolence Levi found disturbing considering the state he was in. He was in terrible shape, not just cosmetically. His breathing was labored, every breath costing him more energy. “He’s going to go into shock soon,” August said. “If you want to have your fun, you need to do it now. I’d say we have less than half an hour before he’s useless.”

Avi tilted his head, whistling low. “God damn. I’ve seen bear attacks that were less brutal. He did all that with just his hands?  I’m impressed, and I’m rarely impressed. I want to buy him a basket of kittens or something. Shit. This is like Hulk strength.”

Levi let himself really look at Micah, at the carnage Shiloh inflicted, cataloging every injury. Chunks of hair were missing from his scalp, leaving open wounds. His left ear was only half attached. Part of his lower lip hung free, revealing his lower teeth like a skeleton. His face had huge gouges where Shiloh’s nails had sunk in as he’d raked them over him again and again. His nose was almost completely caved in, hence the mouth breathing. And two of his top teeth were missing.

The level of force required for that was astronomical. “How did he do all this?”

“You can only bend a person so far before they break,” Mal said. “Shiloh…broke. And then he unleashed twenty-two years of pent-up fury on him. If I hadn’t knocked him out, I honestly don’t know how much would be left of his body. It was like he thought he had to dismember him to make sure he couldn’t respawn.”

Levi looked at Shiloh. His head was nestled in Felix’s lap, his legs over Zane’s, while the two of them used baby wipes to remove all the caked on blood from his skin.

A paper-thin wheezing laugh drew their attention back to Micah. He was looking at Mal. “I told you he was weak.”

August caught Levi as he lunged at him. “Let’s not give him an easy death.”

Asa and Avi grinned at each other,  catching Micah under a bound arm before hauling him up the rusted metal stairs to the catwalk above. Levi looked between Micah and Shiloh.

He was no use to Shiloh like this. And Shiloh would need reassurances that Micah was actually dead. That he wouldn’t…respawn as Mal put it. Levi needed to see it, too.

Mal tilted his head to the stairs. “Shiloh’s okay. Let’s go end this so you can get him somewhere safe,” Mal said.

Levi gave one last look at Shiloh, catching Felix’s gaze. He smiled at him and gave him a thumb’s up. Levi nodded, then chased after Mal who was already halfway up the stairs. The others made their way up behind him—all but Felix, Zane, and Shiloh.

It was much scarier at the top. The metal catwalks were old and rusty, and Levi wondered if all of them should be standing so closely together.

At the end of the catwalk was an opening that led directly to the top of the meat grinder. The meat grinder the twins had been desperate to play with for as long as Levi had known them.

Jericho had finally agreed.

For Shiloh.

Mal frowned at the large machine. “Isn’t that going to leave a lot of evidence behind?”

August shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. We’re going to scrap it after we’re done here. This machine will be buried as a tiny metal cube in the middle of thousands of other tiny metal cubes before sunset tomorrow. In a scrapyard owned by us. That’s why Jericho and I are here. We’re disassembling the machine as soon as we’re done.”

“I can think of nobody who deserves this send off more,” Jericho said. “And now, the twins will stop whining about this being on their bucket list.”

“This is going to be so fucking messy,” Noah said, walking to the guardrail and looking down into the abyss of the meat grinder. “Adam is going to be so sad he missed this.”

“I’d record it for him, but Dad would freak,” Asa said, voice tight from exertion as he bent down to secure the ropes. “Okay, done.”

Levi frowned. Micah stood with his feet at the edge of the platform, each arm loosely tied to the guardrails on either side.

“What are those for?” Levi asked.

“Just to keep him there until we’re done with him,” Avi said. “Don’t want him taking all the fun out of it.”

Micah was no longer smiling, his eyes fixated on the bat in Avi’s hand. Just like with Mercer, Avi swung it in a circle, showing off the wicked-looking nails sticking out of it, like needles on a porcupine. Once Avi was close enough, he nodded to Jericho who pushed a large green button on the side of the machine. A loud buzzing sound came from a speaker overhead and then the grinder came to life with a groan and a shudder.

Avi approached Micah with the bat and grinned. “I hear you’re a baseball fan. Me too. I also like using avant garde methods when I practice my swing. Wanna see?” he asked.

“Jus’ get on wi’ it,” Micah slurred, looking over his shoulder at the machine waiting to chew him up and spit him out. Literally. “Before I die o’ boredom.”

“Wow, I can see why Shiloh went all Freddy Krugar on this fucker’s face,” Asa said. “You’ve got a real attitude problem.”

“Oh, well,” Avi said. “I’m getting bored, too.”

He turned and handed the bat to Mal. “He’s all yours.”

Micah grinned as Mal approached, his smile ghoulish from the damage Shiloh caused.

“You two are nothin’ wi’out me,” Micah taunted. “You’ll bof be homeless…orphans.”

Mal blinked at him owlishly as he took a batter’s stance, completely impervious to Micah’s taunts. Asa and Avi were leaning carefully over the guardrail, waiting for their real fun to come when Micah’s body met those blades.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Avi said, wiggling with excitement like the golden retriever he was.

Mal met Micah’s gaze. “This is for Shiloh.” He pulled the bat back. “Say hi to Mom for me.”

Micah’s eyes went wide as the bat hit him square in the chest with a wet crunch. The ropes were no match for the force behind Mal’s swing, which not only took Micah off his feet but launched him so far his body hit the far side of the grinder before sliding down. Levi’s stomach lurched and the others winced as the gears chewed through a good portion of Micah before the machine groaned again, then stopped with a sound like metal on metal.

“Aw, man,” Avi whined.

Levi forced his legs to move, heading to the edge and looking over. He quickly looked away again. Micah’s lower half was gone, but everything above the rib cage remained, with the exception of the lower part of his left arm. He was very dead.

That was all Levi needed to see.

Jericho appeared, arms folded, expression smug as he said to the twins, “I told you this would happen, but you two never listen. Hope you brought a change of clothes because you’re going to help August and I take this thing apart and then you’re gonna get rid of what’s left of him. Got it?”

The twins groaned. “Whatever. It was still pretty fucking cool.”

Levi looked to Jericho. “Can someone please take me and Shiloh home?”

“Lucas and I can do it,” Noah said.

“You can’t go back to your apartment just yet,” Jericho said with an apologetic smile. “Freckles is expecting you, though. You can get showered and cleaned up, then sleep in the guest bedroom.”

“Won’t people wonder why Shiloh is covered in blood?” Levi asked.

“Felix and Zane put him in clean clothes and slapped a ball cap on his head,” Jericho said. “It will be good enough to get you upstairs.”

Levi looked at Nico. “What about you and Mal?”

“We’re gonna go sleep at my mom’s place. It’s not like she’s using it.”

That was good enough for him. He bounded down the stairs, stopping short when he saw Shiloh drinking a blue sports drink. “Shiloh?”

Shiloh’s head jerked in his direction, face crumpling. He abandoned his drink to clumsily crawl over the blanket, getting to his feet, then nearly tripping as he fell into Levi’s arms. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed.

“Shh,” Levi said. “You have nothing to apologize for. Let’s go home.”

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Levi stared up at the ceiling, only just able to make out the design on the panels above. The only light was from the almost full moon cutting a swath across the stark white comforter. Shiloh was tucked beneath his arm, head on Levi’s chest, right over his heart where he liked it. Neither could sleep.

They’d showered together as soon as they’d arrived, Levi scrubbing quickly while the hot water loosened the mess on Shiloh, then spending the next hour making sure nothing of Micah remained on him. They still hadn’t discussed it, but it was hanging over them like a swinging sword.

Levi was playing with Shiloh’s damp curls when he asked, “Are you going to leave me?” in a barely-there whisper.

Shiloh’s soft question cleaved Levi’s heart in half. “What? Why would you even say that?”

Shiloh shrugged, the finger absently tracing patterns on Levi’s stomach never slowing. “I know what I did. I kn-know how badly I-I know what I did,” he said again, this time more definitively, like Levi was judge, jury, and executioner and Shiloh wanted him to know he would accept whatever punishment he handed down.

“He had it coming,” Levi said. “We were going to kill him tonight, anyway. We did kill him tonight. Not you, us.”

Shiloh swallowed audibly. “I would have killed him, though. If Mal hadn’t done what he did. I would have kept tearing at him until there was nothing left. I can’t believe Nico had to call Thomas in to clean up my mess. So embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing. They’re family. Nobody understands what you did more than they do. Hell, you impressed the twins. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone do that. Ever.”

Shiloh huffed like he was trying to laugh but couldn’t. “So, you don’t think I’m some kind of monster.”

“If you’re a monster, then there are no humans. Because you’re the sweetest, softest boy I know. And I think you’re amazing. Considering the abuse you endured, I’m honestly shocked you didn’t snap sooner. Especially without your meds.”

“Mal told you?” Shiloh asked.

Levi pressed his lips to Shiloh’s curls. “Yeah, withdrawal can cause all kinds of symptoms according to Lucas and Atticus. It could have contributed to your outburst. They want you to talk to a doctor friend. Ever’s therapist. He…knows us. Knows what we do.”

“Do I have to?” Shiloh asked, burying his face against Levi’s chest. “I don’t want to listen to some guy ask me ‘and how does that make you feel’ over and over again.”

Levi squeezed him tight. “Baby, you have trauma. You have been the victim of your brother’s abuse since you were little. You need to work through that and find ways to cope so you don’t have any more blackouts.”

“If therapy is so great, why aren’t you seeing a therapist? You have trauma, too,” Shiloh countered.

Levi froze, wracking his brain to come up with a suitable answer. “I don’t have trauma. My mom drinks a lot. Boo-hoo. People have it way worse,” Levi said, a strange tightness building in his chest. “Like you. And Ever.”

Shiloh lifted his head to look at Levi’s face, touching his hair gently. “Your mom hurt you. She abused you. She gave you to people who also hurt you. That changes a person.”

Levi heard Shiloh’s words, but he couldn’t stop staring at him. He was so beautiful. “You’re so beautiful.”

Levi watched Shiloh grow flustered even in the dim light. “Don’t try to fluster me. If you want me to go to therapy, you need to go, too. You do want me to go to therapy, right?” He held up his pinky, brow raised in challenge. “Deal?”

Levi heaved a sigh.”Fine, but he’s going to tell me there’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” Shiloh said breezily, like he knew how wrong Levi was. Shiloh rolled onto his back. “Can you just, like, lie on top of me?”

“What?” Levi asked around a chuckle.

“Zane and Noah said that pressure releases oxytocin and activates the…parasympathetic nervous system.”

“And that’s a good thing?” Levi asked, rolling to his side to stare down at Shiloh.

Shiloh nodded quickly. “It helps with panic attacks.”

“Are you feeling panicky?” Levi asked, brows knitting together.

Shiloh opened his arms. “No, I just need you to squish me. You can do that, right?”

Levi nodded warily. “Sure, but I can’t guarantee I won’t pop an awkward boner. Just try not to notice.”

Shiloh giggled. “Are you saying you can’t be on top of me without thinking about sex?”

Levi flopped onto Shiloh, making himself a dead weight on top of him, resting his head on Shiloh’s chest for a change. Shiloh hugged his head like it was a plushie. “Of course not. I can barely hug you without thinking about being inside you.”

Shiloh shivered. “Now I’m the one about to pop an awkward boner.”

Levi kissed the skin beneath him. “Is it still awkward if we’re both turned on? Or is it just foreplay?”

“I…don’t know?”

“That’s okay, we have a whole lifetime of awkward boners ahead of us,” Levi promised, pressing two more kisses into his skin, one directly over Shiloh’s nipple, making him gasp.

“Do you really think you’ll want to spend your whole life with me?” Shiloh asked after a bit.

Levi braced himself on his forearms. “I want to spend a hundred lifetimes with you.” He gave him a grin. “If I found a genie in a bottle, I’d ask for that three times.”

Shiloh snorted with laughter, then pushed his head back down to comb his fingers through his hair. It felt so good Levi wanted to purr. “You’re so stupid. You wouldn’t wish for world peace?”

Levi grinned. “Nope, just you.”

“Seems stupid to waste two wishes on the same thing as the third,” Shiloh said wistfully.

“Okay, fine. I’d wish that every day you love me a little more than the day before.”

When Shiloh spoke again, his voice was thick with tears. “What about you? Shouldn’t you wish that you’ll love me a little bit more than the day before so you don’t get tired of me?”

He raised up once more. “Tomorrow, we’re going to make an appointment at the doctor’s to get your hearing checked,” he teased, tugging on Shiloh’s earlobe. “There’s literally no way for me to love you more than I do right now. It would cause some kind of catastrophic shift in the universe, knocking the Earth off its axis and hurtling us into some kind of black hole.”

Shiloh gave a wet laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“But you love me anyway?” Levi asked, feeling like he was mentally holding his breath until he heard Shiloh say yes.

Instead, he teased, “That depends on what your third wish is.”

“What if I wish for you to get three wishes, too? What would you pick?” Levi asked.

“There’s no way I can top anything you said,” Shiloh said shyly.

“You don’t have to. Just tell me what you’d wish for.”

Shiloh cupped Levi’s face. “Why? Are you secretly a genie?”

Levi hit him with his best smolder. “No, but I will do everything I can to make your wishes come true.”

Shiloh stared at him. “I had no idea you were so…”

“Romantic? Sexy? Swoony?”

“Corny? Sappy? Embarrassing?” Shiloh countered, a huge grin on his face.

“I’m not. At least, I wasn’t before I met you. I’m just being honest,” Levi said. “Now, stop stalling. Tell me your three wishes, and you don’t have to even make them about us ‘cause I’ve got that covered. Tell me, what would make you happy?”

Shiloh chewed on his bottom lip, then finally said, “Malachi having someone who understands him, who sees his weird and loves him anyway.”

Levi’s heart swelled. “You have three wishes and you’re going to give one to Mal?”

“He’s my brother. It’s hard for me to be happy if he’s not.”

“Well, I don’t know about a love match, but it seems Nico is pretty obsessed with his weird. And he loves hard. What’s wish number two?”

Shiloh looked away, voice quiet. “I want a normal life.”

“A normal life?” Levi repeated. “What’s a normal life look like to you?”

Shiloh shrugged, looking embarrassed. “Married, kids, a job I get to go to every day, friends, vacations, barbeques, posting pics on Instagram so people are wildly jealous of my life.”

Levi thought about Shiloh’s normal. Kissing each other goodbye every morning, taking kids to school, making dinner, watching tv…having what Jericho and Freckles had. Except for one thing. “I can give you all of that. But my life will always consist of…taking out the trash whenever Jericho needs me. I know that’s not ‘normal.’”

Shiloh just stared at him. “It can be our normal. Your friends make it work.”

Levi smiled. “I like our normal. You have one wish left.”

Shiloh floundered. “If I have you and a normal life, my brother’s happy, we’re happy…what more could I possibly want?”

“Ask for something silly. Something stupid. Something just for you. Nobody else.” Shiloh seemed to think really hard, then his mouth twisted like he was trying to hide the dirty smile that came with whatever he was thinking. “Uh-oh. Somebody thought of something juicy.”

“Mm, but it doesn’t only benefit me? Does it still count?”

“Is the other person who benefits me?” Levi asked, smirking.

“Uh-huh,” Shiloh said.

“Then lay it on me, Dimples.”

Shiloh couldn’t even look at him when he said, “I wish, no matter how many things we cross off our sexual bucket list, we never reach the end.”

“You want a self-replenishing sexual to-do list?” Levi asked. “Kinky.”

Shiloh’s expression grew serious. “I want all my firsts to be with you.”

“And your lasts, I hope,” Levi countered, crawling up to press a kiss to his lips.

Shiloh looked a little sad when he said, “My only.” Then kissed him again softly. “Nothing counted until I met you. There’s only you. You get all my firsts, my lasts, and my onlys.”

“All of them?” Levi asked, overwhelmed.

“Everything. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

Levi deflated a little. “ I wish I could give you all my firsts, too. But I can give you my lasts. And you’ll always be my only.”

“Only what?” Shiloh prompted, eyes shiny.

Levi used his fingers to list off his answer. “My only love, my only husband, the only one I want to kiss like crazy even with morning breath, the only one I want to bicker with over dumb shit, like which brand of paper towels to buy, the only one I can’t live without. My only everything. My only.”

Shiloh sniffled, tears spilling over. “ I can’t wait to tell all your friends what a simp you are for me.”

Levi scoffed. “Like they don’t already know.”

Epilogue

Shiloh

Shiloh carefully set his combs and scissors into their proper sleeves, then rolled his kit up to place in his bag. He inhaled deeply, happiness bubbling up within him at the smell of bleach and blowout spray. He could get high off the smells in the place. Probably literally if he was stupid. He waved to the other students as they made their way out.

He stayed back, pulling his phone free and swiping to check his messages. He smiled when he saw the notifications.

Levi: Your ass looks so good in those pants.

Levi: I wish I could eat you for breakfast.

Levi: This is what you did to me. <pic attached>

Levi: He flushed as he opened a pic of Levi’s spent cock and the pool of come on his flat tummy.

Levi: I love you. Plus four heart eye emojis.

Levi: I’m so lonely. Mal and Nico are excluding me again. Yell at them.

Levi: I got you a present.Well, us a present. Eggplant emoji, water droplet, peach emoji, dead guy emoji

Shiloh snorted, whatever it represented, he was definitely on board, his cock was twitching just thinking about it. But these uniform pants were way too tight for him to be thinking about dirty emojis. It was bucket list night. Levi’s favorite night of the week. Shiloh’s, too, of course, but Levi always took it as a personal challenge.

Wednesdays were sacred. That was the night they switched off their phones, made Nico and Mal leave so Shiloh could be as loud as he wanted, before spending the night fulfilling that night’s bucket list challenge.

Shiloh: Can I have a hint?

Levi: No. It’s a surprise. winky face emoji.

Levi loved an emoji. He was such an old man in some ways and such a child in others. He was barely twenty-six and he groaned when he stood up, whined when he didn’t get his way, insisted on using coupons for everything, and pouted anytime he heard the word no. He was perfect.

Shiloh: On my way home. Love you.

Levi: Love you, too. Be safe. See you soon.

No emoji. He was playing Paladin with the boys. It was Levi and Shiloh’s one night off together. Shilo had classes, but Levi’s classes were on only on Tuesdays and Thursdays so that meant on Wednesdays he was left to his own devices. He usually had breakfast with Mal and Nico and the others at the garage, then went home and cleaned the house. In the afternoon, he was almost always playing Paladin and would until Shiloh got home and finished his shower.

Shiloh loved having a routine. It was such a relief to always know what came next. Shiloh hauled his bag over his arm but only made it about ten steps when his instructor stopped him. Shiloh flicked his gaze up, up, up until he met her piercing stare. Gemma Crowder was a six-foot-two redhead with shoulders twice as broad as Shiloh’s and a thick German accent and deep, booming voice that made everything she said sound vaguely threatening. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“I’ve been watching you.” Sometimes more than vaguely threatening. Sometimes downright terrifying.

“Oh?” he said, voice cracking.

“Yes. You are my best student in this class. Your sectioning, your technique, your formula. Exceptional. I’m impressed.”

Shiloh couldn’t hide the grin that spread across his face. “Really?”

“Mm,” she said, glowering at him until he stopped smiling. “I never do this. Ever. Understand.”

Not really. “Yes?”

“My friend runs a very prestigious salon in South Park. She’s looking for an apprentice. It’s unpaid, but I can use your hours towards your licensing and you get to keep your tips. If you don’t choke, she will probably offer you a job as junior stylist once you’re licensed. It’s a big opportunity.”

Shiloh’s mouth fell open. “So I could work on actual paying clients while I learn?” Shiloh asked, mind reeling. “You’ll be her assistant first. Then…we’ll see.

He pulled his phone from his pocket. “How do I apply? Is there an online application or something?”

She scowled at him. “What application? I picked you. You say yes and you’ll have the apprenticeship. If you don’t want it, I’m not offering it to anyone else.”

Shiloh was nodding before she even finished speaking. “I-Yeah, uh, yes! Yes, please and thank you. I need to tell my boyfriend. Oh, my God. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

She handed him a business card. “Call her tomorrow before noon. She’s expecting you.”

She turned on her heel and then walked away. He practically floated to the bus stop across the street, dropping his bag at his feet, smiling at nothing. He needed to tell someone. Levi was probably playing.

He called Ever instead. “Hello?”

“Is Levi playing Paladin with Arsen?” Shiloh asked by way of greeting.

Ever giggled. “It is Wednesday.”

Shiloh crossed the street to the bus stop. “Are they at least making some money?”

“Probably. Pretty boys always do,” Ever said with a dreamy sigh that meant he was gazing at his boyfriend with heart eyes. “Are we streaming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, after dinner.” He was happy he was the only one at the bus stop. All his classmates had headed next door to the smoothie place. “Guess what?”

“You and Levi did something freaky and Levi hurt himself again?” Ever asked.

“What?” Shiloh said, with a scandalized gasp. I can’t believe the word sex even left your pristine mouth. I’m shocked,” he teased. “You’re hanging out with the feelings faction too much. You have sex on the brain.”

“So tonight isn’t the night you and your boyfriend scratch another thing off your kinky sexual bucket list?” Ever countered sweetly.

Shiloh waved a hand. “Irrelevant. I have a lot of time to make up for. Besides, you and Arsen fuck like angora bunnies.”

Ever giggled again. “Why not just say rabbits?”

Shiloh grinned. “Cause rabbits are boring and plain. You and Arsen are so cute and colorful and pretty and fluffy. You probably have cute, fluffy, romantic sex on sheets made of clouds and make silly googly eyes and scream I love you as you orgasm. Don’t be embarrassed, it’s adorable.”

Shiloh loved winding Ever up. He always came back with the hottest of hot tea to prove he wasn’t in fact an angora bunny.

“It’s true. Last night, Arsen sweetly bent me over the hood of a cop car, handcuffed my hands behind my back, and then romantically told me if I didn’t want to go to jail I better hope my ass felt as good as it looked, before fucking me til my legs gave out.” Shiloh’s skin was on fire, his cock stirring. Ever wasn’t done. “The handcuffs were fuzzy though. If that matters,” he finished in that sweet little voice.

Shiloh crossed his legs. “Stop, you’re turning me on.”

Ever giggled.

“Jesus. A real police car?” Shiloh asked, genuinely shocked.

“Yeah. The cops bring them in and Jericho fixes them for free. Arsen was feeling…inspired by a porn movie we watched the other night.”

“Oh, my God. I, at least, hope it was parked in the garage and not behind it, you little freaks,” Shiloh said, then remembered why he called. “No more distracting me with sex stuff. I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“I got offered an apprenticeship at a fancy salon and I get to earn credits while I work.”

Ever squealed, clapping. He was probably jumping up and down the way his voice wobbled as he said, “Oh, my God. That’s amazing. What did Levi say?”

“I haven’t told him yet. I don’t like to bother him while he’s streaming,” Shiloh said with a sigh. “I’ll be home in like ten minutes anyway. I’ll tell him then. Besides, you’re my best friend. Bros before hoes or whatever the gay equivalent of that is. Homie’s before homos.”

Ever snorted, then asked in a more serious tone, “It’s not gonna interfere with therapy, is it?”

Shiloh stopped short. He hadn’t thought of that. He was down to seeing Dr. Jones only twice a month. Even though he hated it at first, he actually looked forward to it now. Was kind of bummed when Dr. Jones had declared him ready to cut down from four sessions a month to two. “I’ll see if the salon can work around it.”

“I’m so excited for you. It’s going to be amazing. You’re so good with hair. I love mine.”

Shiloh did, too. He was so proud that all of the guys trusted him with their hair. And while Cree didn’t cut his hair, he would let Shiloh practice his braiding skills, which was way more than he deserved.

But Ever, he changed his hair like other people changed underwear. Right now he had a silver mullet based on a haircut on one of his favorite k-pop idols. He’d begged Shiloh for three days before giving in. He liked to complain, but really, it was good practice.

“You are a gorgeous little fae creature. You’d look good with any haircut.” He looked up. “Oh, bus is here. See you online tomorrow night. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Have fun with your sexcapades. And congrats again. Levi is gonna flip out.”

Shiloh ended the call, got on the bus and fell into the first empty seat, before texting Mal his good news. He replied with a dancing hamster sticker which is as close to congratulations as Mal was likely to get. He was teaching preschoolers hip-hop dancing, so Shiloh tried to cut him some slack. Adults thought Mal was terrifying, but kids adored him. And he adored them too.

The job was perfect for him.

Shiloh’s normal life was working out pretty well. He had classes during the day and worked as a barista a couple of nights a week to help pay bills. Mal had laughed and said a barista was such a ‘main character’ job. Shiloh didn’t know what that meant, but it seemed like he meant it in a nice way, so he had said thank you.

Shiloh hadn’t planned on cosmetology school. He’d never had any deep-seated ambitions to get an education. He’d never dared to dream of an actual career. But cosmetology was proving to be more fun than he imagined and even if it wasn’t a forever job, it was something he would happily do eight hours a day if he had to.

The goal was to afford a bigger place for the four of them. If they could find a three or even four bedroom place, then Nico and Mal wouldn’t have to share a bed anymore. Of course, then one of them might have to admit that their relationship was weirdly intimate and possessive for besties.

But that wasn’t any of Shiloh’s business.

If they could get a four bedroom place, then they could have a room for streaming. Nico, Levi and now even Mal streamed online. Nico and Levi played Paladin, Mal was big on some sniper game. Shiloh didn’t understand it, but according to the others, Mal was terrifyingly good at…well, everything.

Every Thursday Shiloh and Ever played Stardew Valley and ate candy, talked about boys and Kpop and life. The boys had taunted them about their silly farm game and their cotton candy aesthetic. But they stopped laughing when Ever and Shiloh’s follower count had surpassed the rest of them combined. Turned out a lot of stressed out people preferred their cotton candy aesthetic to the stress of guys yelling and shooting at each other.

Friday night was date night. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Arsen and Ever. Whenever both couples went out together, they try to do something Ever has never done before. After a few dates, Shiloh realized most of Ever’s firsts were his as well. He really had been a prisoner in his own home. A home Mal and Shiloh were barred from.

Mercer dropped Mal’s charges just as quickly as promised and indicted Micah soon after, freezing all his assets. When he was nowhere to be found, the authorities decided he’d just skipped town and declared him a fugitive.

Levi quit the convenience store for good. Enzo had helped him get a job at his mother’s restaurant, which was conveniently only about a block from their current apartment. He waited tables a few nights a week. The job was great, but Enzo’s mama had decided she was their mama too. She considered them orphans. She doted on them both, never let them pay, sent them home with leftovers, always gave Levi the best tables and insisted they have dinner with her every Sunday.

Shiloh loved her. Levi did too. But he grumbled about it because she liked to yell at him a lot and give him advice he didn’t ask for. Why did Enzo get Levi a job? Because Seven made him. How did Seven do that? That was unclear, but many people had their guesses. Seven had left Enzo’s office that day seething, but he’d also had Enzo’s business card. Three weeks later, Seven was working for Enzo and cursing his name every single day. Maybe a little too loudly.

Shiloh stared out the window, leg bouncing as he pondered what kind of present Levi had gotten for him. They’d already done lingerie, which had been a hell yes from Levi but a meh from Shiloh. Lace was itchy. They’d done light impact play. A very enthusiastic yes from both.

Each week one of them got to pick something off the bucket list but they didn’t have to tell the other. It brought an element of surprise to it. And sometimes a little bit of chaos. Levi had thrown his back out when they’d tried something out of the kama sutra. They’d also almost died when they slipped while Levi was fucking Shiloh up against the wall of the shower. They’re pride had been hurt more than anything.

They’d also almost got arrested having sex in the park. They’d had to use Jericho’s name to get out of that one. They’d also tried to have sex in a car but Shiloh had gotten a horrible cramp in his leg and then his hair got caught in the seatbelt and they’d spent thirty minutes trying to untangle it which was a temporary mood killer.

Now he really wanted Levi to fuck him bent over the hood. Way less chance of cramping.

The bus came to a stop and he hopped out, waving to the driver. Shiloh made the short walk down the block to their building, then bounded up the front steps, ignoring the way his stomach dipped remembering Naomi’s confrontation. She’d disappeared that night and never resurfaced. Sometimes Levi cried because he was sure she was dead, other times he cried because he was sure she wasn’t.

It never got any easier.

He keyed open the door, then dropped his bag. “I’m home.”

“Hey, dimples,” Levi called from the bedroom.

“Bye, doodlebug,” Nico said coming out of his bedroom, stuffing his wallet in his back pocket. “I gotta go pick up your brother and then we’re going to the arcade.”

“How grown up of you,” Shiloh said with a tight smile.

Nico scoffed. “Yeah, sorry we’re not having our scheduled sex night like you two losers.”

“So are you saying you fuck my brother unscheduled?” Shiloh asked, scrunching up his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Nico countered.

Shiloh shuddered. “God, no. Not even a little.”

Nico gave a triumphant look. “Now imagine how he feels listening to you and Levi?”

“I won’t be doing that, but thanks.”

He was almost out the door when he bounced back in and said, “Oh, congrats on your thing. That’s awesome.”

Shiloh flushed. “Thanks.”

Of course Mal had already told Nico.

Shiloh wandered into their bedroom, eyeing the pretty purple box sitting on their bed with it’s shiny gold ribbon. He walked to Levi and gave him a loud smacking kiss on the cheek, hearing the others pretend to gag through his headphones. He laughed and waved, before lifting a headphone to say, “Hi, baby.”

Levi dragged him in for a lingering kiss. “Hey, gorgeous. Have a good day?” Before Shiloh could answer, Levi yelled, “Could you please pull your head out of Avi’s ass for three seconds and play the game? We’re losing.”

Shiloh rolled his eyes, then went to take a shower. When he returned, Levi was right where he’d left him in his athletic shorts and hoodie, his hair still a rumpled mess from this morning. Shiloh had thrown on joggers and a t-shirt after his shower since he had to pass right by the camera to get to their bed. At least only the foot of the bed was visible on camera.

Shiloh sat on the bed and pulled the box closer. He snuck a glance at Levi, who was oblivious, then slipped the box open. He stifled a gasp as he stared down at the world’s most intimidating…vibrator? Butt plug?  Unlike the box, the toy was matte black with ridges just beneath the head and a flared base. It was short. Maybe four inches. Far smaller than Levi’s actual cock. Not that it mattered. Levi’s dick didn’t vibrate. Beneath the toy he found a tiny circular disk with buttons. A remote control.

Shiloh smiled, an idea forming. Levi had surprised him, maybe Shiloh should surprise him back. He took the disk, turned it on the lowest setting to make sure everything was ready to go, then turned it off, casually crossing the room to set the remote beside his mouse.

Levi’s gaze snagged on the object a hair too long. “Sorry, Sorry. That was my bad,” he said to the team.

Shiloh giggled, slipping out of his clothes. Levi flicked a nervous gaze towards him, then licked his lips as he took in a fully naked Shiloh, half hard, lube in hand.

“Sorry, my keyboard is…acting up,” Levi said, giving Shiloh another hard look when he smirked.

Shiloh let one leg fall open, lubing up his fingers and sliding two inside, giving a throaty little moan that had Levi gulping audibly. Shiloh fucked himself on his fingers, scissoring them open.

Levi covered his mic. “Your greedy little hole can take more than that.”

Shiloh bit back a whine, pulling out and pushing back in with three fingers, pumping them hard and fast, his other hand teasing his nipples, eyes sliding closed so he could concentrate on how good it felt, giving another needy whine.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He bit his lip when he heard Levi stifle a groan. “Yeah, no, a five minute break is perfect, then we’ll go again.” He flung his headphones off and disabled his camera, dropping onto the mattress and forcing Shiloh’s legs apart, staring greedily at Shiloh’s stuffed hole.

“You’re such a little cock tease. Opening your present without me, opening yourself up without me. Does it feel good, dimples? You like fucking yourself like a little whore knowing my friends might hear you? Our friends might hear you?”

Shiloh moaned, low and desperate. “I’ve been empty all day. I just wanted to play with my present,” Shiloh said, giving Levi his biggest pout. “But you were ignoring me. He looked up at Levi with wide eyes. “I’ve never used one before. I think you should put it in for me.”

“You’re so going to regret starting this game.”

Shiloh’s cock oozed precum at the taunt. He He stared at the thick outline of his cock tenting his shorts fucking himself faster. Levi leaned over him, giving him a filthy kiss. “You gotta take your fingers out of your needy little hole if you want me to show you how to use your new toy.”

Shiloh slipped his fingers out, then made a show of bringing his knees to his chest. “Like this?” he simpered.

Levi groaned, squeezing himself through his shorts. “Fuck you’re so hot, baby.” He pressed the toy against Shiloh’s rim then pushed the ribbed tip inside. “Okay?”

Shiloh nodded, biting his bottom lip. “More.”

Levi fucked the toy into him to the widest part, then pulled out, fucking him with it, his tongue trapped between his teeth as he watched Shiloh take it, fixated. Shiloh needed him to give it all to him. “You’re gonna run out of time,” he taunted. “Tik-tok.”

Levi arched a brow, then slammed the toy home, the flared base making him yelp, locking the toy inside him. “That what you needed, slut?”

Shiloh nodded desperately.

“You don’t come until I say.” With that, Levi stood, putting a finger over his lips to remind him the mic was hot before he sat down at his desk and picked up the remote, an evil grin on his face. He picked his headphones and slipped them back on. “Let’s go.”

A startled cry fell from his lips as the toy began to pulse inside him. He started whining almost immediately as the head of the toy not only pulsated, it moved up and down just pummeling his prostate.

His toes curled, his cock leaked copious amounts of pearly white fluid onto his belly. He said he couldn’t come but not that he couldn’t touch himself, right? He wrapped a hand around his flushed cock, throwing his other arm over his mouth, teeth sinking into his own forearm as he tried to ride out the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. It was like one continuous orgasm just hitting him wave after wave.

It was heaven.

Levi said. “Oh, my God. That’s your solution to everything, Silas.”

Shiloh writhed on the bed stroking himself, knowing he needed to stop or he’d come without permission. Then the game would be over. Shiloh glared at Levi as he just yelled absurd shit into the mic, when he could be with Shiloh letting him come.

“Don’t blame me. You’re so impatient. You just rush right in there and try to shove it directly in the hole. Did you not see how big that thing is?”

What even was that game? Levi was doing that shit on purpose. Asshole. He picked up his kitty plushie and chucked it, hitting Levi in the head and knocking his headphones askew. He turned and gave him a dark look, picking up the remote and jamming his finger down on the button.

The sound that escaped Shiloh’s throat was inhuman but it felt like someone had reached down his throat and ripped his soul from his body. Tears streamed down his face, a choked sob leaving him as squeezed the base of his dick to keep from coming on the spot.

“Does somebody have a cat?” Levi asked,fighting a laugh. “It sounds like it’s in heat.”

Shiloh couldn’t even retaliate if he wanted to. Noises were pouring from his lips like water, sparks danced behind his eyelids, his toes curling at the pleasure pain of this satanic toy.

“He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t even care if they heard him. “Please let me come?” he begged. “Please. Please. Please.” He was sobbing, he felt like he was drooling.

Levi ignored him entirely. “Oh, fuck,” Levi shouted. “Behind you. Yes! That’s what you get for being impatient. Hah.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Shiloh cried.

Shiloh’s mouth contorted in a silent scream as that vibration ratcheted even higher. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you,” he chanted.

He was about to die and his boyfriend was running around killing dragons and orcs like a fucking dork. “Levi,” Shiloh moaned his name into the cotton before he could stop himself, rutting up into nothing.

Shiloh almost came on the spot when Levi said, “Gotta go. Emergency. Peace.”

Headphones clattered onto the desk and then he was pulling the pillow from Shiloh’s face, gazing down at him with an apologetic look Shiloh didn’t believe for a second. His sweet loving boyfriend was actually a fucking demon sent to torment him.

“Oh, baby,” he crooned. “You look absolutely wrecked,” he said as if he wasn’t the cause of Shiloh’s tears. “Your cock is so red. Does he hurt when I do this?” He ghosted his finger along the underside. Shiloh moaned, staring at Levi with pleading eyes.

“It hurts. It hurts so bad. I need to come.”

“Oh, did you want to come baby?” he asked as if this was completely new information.

Shiloh was too desperate to even be mad. He nodded frantically, giving him his most pleading eyes.  “Yes,” he wailed, tears of frustration running down his face.

The vibrations returned to the low throbbing pulse. “Beg me.”

Another wave of heat shot through him at Levi’s demand.

“Please, Levi.”

Levi licked the seam of his lips, then dipped down to bite Shiloh’s nipple. “You can do better than that. I know you can.”

Shiloh sobbed. “Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Please can I come. Please?”

“There it is,” he said, pleased.

Shiloh hated how much it warmed him.

“You look so goddamn sexy like this.” Levi fucked his tongue into Shiloh’s mouth, then took it away, laughing when Shiloh chased it. “Did you say you want to come?”

“Yes,” Shiloh cried. “Please.”

Levi gave him a look that melted his insides. “On your belly.” Shiloh did as he was told. “Ass up baby. Let me see your new present.”

Shiloh came up on his knees, arching his back, practically shoving his ass in Levi’s face. He made another desperate sound as Levi gripped the base and started to pull it out, only to stop at the widest part, letting his body suck it back in. “Greedy little baby. Has his little cunt stuffed and is still whining.”

Shiloh almost came just from the word alone. Levi pulled the toy out and started fucking him with it. “This what you wanted? To get your little ass fucked?”

Shiloh was going to come any minute one way or another. His body was making the choice for him.

“I want to come. I want to come. Please?” he sobbed. “I don’t want to disobey.”

Shiloh’s hand floated to his cock. He hissed as Levi spanked him. “Did I say yes? Just for that…let’s see what five does? Huh?”

Another scream ripped from Shiloh before he could bury his face in the pillow. Levi laughed. “The neighbors are going to think I'm killing you.”

Shiloh sobbed. “You are.”

The pulsing dropped down to nothing. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. You can come.” Shiloh sagged with relief. “You just can’t use your hands.”

“Why?” he wailed.

“Cause you got greedy,” Levi teased, but then his face softened. “Color?”

“Green,” Shiloh spat. “What are the rules?”

“You can come however you want. You just can’t use your hands.”

Shiloh shoved Levi back until he was sitting with his back to the wall, straddling his thigh. Levi laughed at his determination. Shiloh didn’t care. He pushed his face into Levi’s neck and started rutting on his thigh.

“Look at you, so needy. So dirty. Making a mess all over me. I bet you can make me even dirtier. Come for me. Let me see you make a mess.”

Shiloh came hard, his vision going black, his whole body shaking. Levi turned the toy off immediately, gently pulling it free and lowering him to the bed. He pushed his sweaty hair off his forehead. “You okay, baby.”

“Am I still alive?” Shiloh said with a laugh.

Levi grinned. “That good huh?”

“Mm,” Shiloh blinked up at him, sated, his whole body liquid. “Fuck me.”

Levi’s eyes went wide. “Can you even get it up again?”

Shiloh shook his head. “Do it anyway. We’ll add it to the bucket list.”

“Add what?” Levi said, spreading Shiloh’s legs, inspecting his ass like he worried he’d caused permanent damage.

Shiloh bit his lip, then murmured, “Use your partner as a sex toy.”

“Jesus, Shiloh,” Levi moaned. “How am I supposed to say no to that. I’m fucking dying here.”

“Don’t say no,” Shiloh begged. “Use me.”

Levi still looked uncertain.

“Please?” Shiloh asked. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

When Levi looked unsure, Shiloh hooked his thumbs in his shorts, pulling them down and freeing his cock. He grabbed the lube, slathering it over Levi’s already wet cock. “Come here, baby.”

Levi gave in, sinking into Shiloh’s warmth in one smooth motion, shivering as he bottomed out, pressing their foreheads together. “Always so tight, baby. Even after all that.”

“Does it feel good,” Shiloh whispered.

“You feel amazing,” Levi said reverently. “Fuck baby. Are you sure it’s not hurting you?”

Shiloh giggled. “Normally it would be sensitive but the vibrations were so strong they numbed everything. It doesn’t hurt at all. It doesn’t feel like much of anything, that’s why it’s so hot. I get to just watch you use me.”

Levi moaned. “Holy fuck. How’d I get so lucky?” he asked, capturing his mouth in a kiss.

“I’m the lucky one. You look so hot like this,” Shiloh said against his lips. “You’re so fucking sexy. All my classmates ask if you’re a model.”

Levi bit Shiloh’s bottom lip, tugging, before asking, “What do you tell them?”

“I tell them you just photograph well,” he teased, before licking his way into Levi’s mouth, kissing him just how they both liked. “Don’t want those bitches sniffing around you. I can’t have them knowing your even hotter in person, that your dick is fucking incredible, that you fuck me like a porn star every night. You might find someone better.”

Levi scoffed, hips moving faster, his words a little breathier. “Better than you? Better than this?” He thrust in hard, eyes rolling at the sensation. “Not possible. I will never find anyone as pretty as you, as sexy as you, as sweet as you. Someone who begs on my cock every night. Someone who lets me use his tight little hole like my own personal fleshlight. Never. You’re it for me.”

Shiloh whined, he was so turned on. He couldn’t get hard again after all that, but if he could have…Levi’s face right now would have sent him into another orgasm. Levi’s hips moved faster, slapping loudly against Shiloh’s ass, the sounds borderline embarrassing. Levi’s eyes fell shut, mouth slack, his expression so blissed out it made Shiloh’s heart trip in his chest.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” Levi whispered.

“I’m positive. I am so good. Use me. Fuck me however you want.”

“I love you. You’re perfect,” he muttered. “Fucking perfect.”

He sat back on his knees, yanking Shiloh down onto his cock, then putting his ankles up on his shoulders before connecting their mouths again. “My flexible baby,” he said against his lips. “I can just fold you in half.”

Shiloh whimpered, his gaze glued to Levi as he grew closer and closer to the edge. “You look so hot like this,” Shiloh said again. “I never get to see how beautiful you are like this. Fill me up. Please?”

Levi’s face was a mask of concentration, his hips falling out of rhythm, as he gave three more sloppy thrusts then buried his face in Shiloh’s neck with a shout. Shiloh felt him throbbing as he came, filling him up. After a minute, Levi gave his ankle a kiss then let his legs fall to either side.

Shiloh just laid there, petting Levi’s hair.

“You need a trim,” Shiloh said, pushing his bangs back to kiss his forehead. “Remind me later and I’ll do it.”

“Wow, I hope all your haircuts don’t come with a free orgasm?”

“No, all your haircuts come with free orgasms. Everyone else gets a smile and a have a nice day.”

Shiloh sucked in a sharp breath, earning a panicked look from Levi. “Am I hurting you?”

Shiloh made a face.“What? No, silly. I just forgot to tell you something huge.”

Levi propped himself up on his elbow giving Shiloh his undivided attention. “What is it?”

“You know my instructor?”

Levi shuddered. “The scary German lady? How could I forget?”

Shiloh smiled. “She recommended me for an apprenticeship with a fancy salon in South Park. It’s not paid but I’ll earn credit and I get to keep my tips. I can probably work it around my other job.”

“That’s amazing, baby. I knew people would see how brilliant you are. But if you can’t swing both jobs, I’ll ask Mama for more hours. You know she’d love for me to pick up a Friday night.”

“That’s date night.No way. It’ll be fine. Great even. I’m really excited.”

Levi gave him a hard kiss. “Do you want to see if Ever and Arsen want to go celebrate? I know you told Ever first.

“You were busy,” he said, wincing as Levi’s soft cock slipped free, holding him tight so he didn’t try to leave. “Did Arsen tell you how they defiled a cop car?”

“What? No?” Levi said, cringing.”Do you think we just sit around talking about our kinky sex lives?”

Shiloh shrugged. “We do?”

“You and Ever are such closet freaks. Imagine if all your little farm friends knew what little cocksluts you were.”

“Our gifts would quadruple overnight. We’d have to start an OnlyFans.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” Levi said. “I can’t have anyone knowing how good this ass is.”

Shiloh shrugged. “I mean, releasing a sex tape is on the bucket list.”

Levi frowned. “Since when?”

“Maybe it just appeared overnight?”

Levi snorted. “Guess you got your ever replenishing sex to-do list after all. I wouldn’t be surprised if cop/prisoner roleplay appears mysteriously overnight.”

Shiloh’s bit his lip. “Can we?”

Levi gave him another lingering kiss. “I love you, you little freak.”

“I love you more. Now that you’ve stuffed me full of your come, take me to Mama’s and stuff me full of carbs.”

Levi barked out a laugh, pressing a hand over Shiloh’s mouth. “Never say that again. But yes, absolutely. You know she’ll let us eat for free.”

“This whole normal life thing is working out pretty good, so far.”

Levi nodded. “I’ve got no complaints.”

Shiloh was so happy he felt like he was glowing. “Good. Now carry me to the shower and wash me all over again. I can’t move.”

Levi scoffed. “Hey, you just laid there. I’m the one who just came my brains out.”

Shiloh gave a mock gasp. “Well if you’re tired and I’m tired, how are we gonna walk us to Mama’s?”

They looked at each other and grinned. “Delivery.”

“If Cree is our dasher he’s gonna make fun of how lazy we are,” Levi warned.

Shiloh rolled his eyes. “He's been cranky, lately. We need to find him a boyfriend.”

“You just want everyone to have a boyfriend.”

“I just want everyone to be as blissfully happy as me,” Shiloh said smugly, stretching til his joints popped.

“Are you?” Levi asked, suddenly looking anxious.

Shiloh frowned. “Am I what?”

“Blissfully happy?”

“You can’t tell,” Shiloh asked.

“I just like hearing you say it.”

“I’m blissfully happy,” Shiloh promised. “I’ll be transcendentally happy once I have stuffed shells and garlic bread.”

“Okay, coming up.” He reached for his phone. “I’m blissfully happy too you know.”

Shiloh grinned. “I know.”