Sweetest Touch (ManxMan)

Chapter 22: Epilogue

Ivan’s POV

Gavin’s grip on me got harder. He was breathing faster now and the sound of him groaning just turned me on so much. I never thought I would be here. I never thought I would fall in love with anyone, some more with a guy. Everything just happened. Gavin, who was just an admirer for my work turned into my boyfriend half a year ago. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be in love but I had always been attracting the wrong crowd and so I reconciled with the fact that I would spend my life alone.

Until Gavin came.

“H-harder, Gav—“ I moaned and he slammed further into me hitting that special spot, slapping our flesh repeatedly. I moaned as the heat started to pool around my groin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tightened my legs around his waist so he could pushed in deeper.

“God, Ivan. You’re just so beautiful,” he gasped and his hips piston even faster. I was getting closer and he was too. He pushed himself up a bit more so my back was completely hovering above the bed and thrust a few more times before he stilled himself. I screamed from the sheer pleasure as his erection pressed against my spot and I ejaculated violently as I felt him released inside me. Gavin’s body was shaking as well but he had better control. He thrust a few more times to ride out his orgasm and I moaned silently when he pulled out, effectively taking some of his cum dripping out from me

Ah, need to change the bed sheets again.

“That…was…3 months…worth,” he rasped between his breathes and I let out a weak chuckle. After the incident, the doctor had put him into another 3 months rest and was not allowed to do any vigorous workout. He had even had the nerve to ask the doctor if he was allowed to have sex in which the doctor sternly glared at him and said “In what way does vigorous means to you?” I chuckled at the doctor response and slapped his forearm.

“You dried me up, Gav,” I huffed and I felt my body began to feel sore, especially around my butt. After the second round, my body already felt tired but Gavin continued to make love with me for many more hours and I couldn’t count how many times we did it.

“Five,” Gavin breathed out, leaning on his side looking at me. I turned my head to look at him questioningly. “Five rounds. We did it five times. A new record,” he smirked in triumph. I rolled my eyes and wanted to get up to get a full shower because of how icky it felt now. I heard Gavin moved beside me and I yelped when he scooped me up in his arms. I stilled in his arms when I felt his cum running from my hole down my thighs and hitting the floor.

“Oh god…” I covered my face and Gavin grinned when he looked at the floor. “Sexy. Let’s do another round in the shower,” he said bluntly. “What? No!” I exclaimed, not sure if my body could handle another session. But Gavin whistled a song as I continued to protest.

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Gavin’s POV

Ivan was a remarkable person. He embodied everything I was not and everything that I needed and wanted. I had dated before, with girls of course. And when I thought about those times I chuckled to myself about how different it was with Ivan. Not because he was a guy. But because how we completed each other. I now understood what Clyde was going through with Blake.

Touching Ivan was still my favourite thing to do, consciously or not. It was the same with him. He was not a touchy-feely kind of guy and usually it was me who initiate a lot of cuddling and kisses. But if we were sleeping, his hands would unconsciously searching for me and when he touched even the skin on my arm, he would sighed in contentment and went back to sleep. The same thing when we were in the kitchen. He would snuggle behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he waited for me to finish cooking or wash the dishes. It had become natural for him.

For me, of course I would hold hands with him given any chance. Grocery shopping, watching movies and even walking out from the apartment to the car. I wanted to cherish every waking hour with him because the memory lost incident still traumatized me and I didn’t want to forget him ever again.

Of course, the earth wouldn’t spin in the way you wanted. I had re-signed up again for the NatGeo research team and I was back in the team without further ado. Only, I needed to start the training all over again. Another 8 months. I sighed at the thought. And my flight had started calling.

I turned to stare at Ivan who was drinking from his coffee, standing next to me. His hair has gotten longer and I loved it. I had told him not to cut his hair until I get back because I wanted to play with it. He rolled his eyes and just smacked my arm but didn’t argued about it. It was almost fall and the air was getting colder.

“You can let go of my hand now, Gavin. It’s your flight’s last call,” his voice snapped me out of my stupor and I stared into his forest green eyes. He smiled at me and I leaned in to kiss his lips briefly.

This was it.

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An obviously reluctant man let go of his lover’s hand amidst the rustle and bustle of the departure hall in Croxton International Airport. The lover put his fingers on his lips and made a flying kiss, not without teary eyes but nonetheless with an affectionate smile. The man halted in his steps, seeming bewildered of the action of his cold and regal lover. One step, two and the man paced towards him and embraced him one more time and they kissed once again ignoring the passers-by.

They let go of each other and let only the touch of their fingers lingered sweetly, a promise they will meet again.

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The end. This has been a rollercoaster moment for me only because so many things happened in my life during the time I was writing this and I really appreciate all of you who have come to read and/or comment. I cherish it a lot. Of course, without further ado the book 3 of the “Sweetlike” trilogy titled “The Sweet Spot” is up now! It’s only an ‘About’ page though…:3