Jasper's Roommate

Epilogue: One Year Later

He's dressed in all white and cream. White jacket, white shirt, cream colored trousers, cream bow tie, white shoes, and one blood red rose in his lapel.

He looks beautiful. As always. I'm wearing my normal hoodie. I mean, it's not the one I'm always wearing. This one is black instead of dark green. My jeans are dark wash blue denim. My shoes are my favorite, comfortable black Vans with the white soles scrubbed sparkling. I'm holding a bouquet of bright yellow flowers. They're from a field we had spent very nice afternoon in a couple weeks ago.

He looks nice in his suit. I can't wait to peel it off of him.

I shake the dirty thoughts out of my head.

We're standing in a gazebo. Pim is holding my bouquet of yellow flowers so Ash and me can clasp hands.

He has tears in his eyes but he's smiling so brightly, I'm practically blinded. I notice that I'm not really paying attention to anything Ash's friend Cheryl is saying. But I don't worry about it too much. I'm just staring at Ash.

I must be tearing up too because Ash brushes his fingers across my cheek and I notice it's wet. Then both his hands cup my cheeks. I find I'm also smiling too broadly. My cheeks hurt, but I can't stop. I can feel his new ring against my face.

He leans forward and my eyes fall shut. And he kisses me. His arms loop around my waist and tug me close. I lock my arms around his neck. It's soft and sweet and goes on longer than what is socially acceptable I'm sure.

We should probably stop soon before we get too carried away, but I dart my tongue in his mouth real quick. Just a bit. I can't resist him. Like ever.

We finally break apart. Pim is crying and smiling. She pulls us both into a hug. Cheryl drapes her willowy frame over all of us into we're in a huge ball of hugging.

They release us and we go to IHOP for dinner.

He's bouncing on top of me and I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. He's so pretty up there. His perfect mouth hanging open in a small "o" of pleasure. His eyes shut tight, just a thin black line of lashes. A spot of light glints off the tip of his perfect nose.

And I love him. I love him so much sometimes I feel like I can't breath. As if my heart is taking over my entire chest and forcing my lungs out.

I feel that now. Like there's just too much inside my chest. I gasp and moan, just trying to move air. He looks down at me, his eyes heavy and hooded. He's so fucking gorgeous.

Suddenly, he throws his head back and his bouncing becomes harsh and erratic.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," he yells at the ceiling and droops over me. He's breathing hard and part of me wishes he would get back to bouncing again. I'm not ready for it to be over.

I still my hips. I had barely noticed I was moving them. My fingers are digging into his thighs. I'm so needy right now. I just want more. He carefully lifts himself off me and scoots over to my side. He looks exhausted and kind of sleepy, but satiated. That warms my heart and strokes my ego just a little bit. He smiles at me. It's so cute and sleepy, I just want to grab him. But he reaches over and maneuvers the condom off my straining cock. It's starting to go a little soft now. But it's still pretty hard.

He gets up and he's all wobbly. He stumbles to the bathroom with the full condom and messes around in there for a little bit. I'm not sure what all he's doing. It has to be more than just chucking the rubber in the trash.

I idly stroke my cock. I wonder if I should just come now. Did Ash forget about me?

He comes back out and he's holding a wash cloth. He crawls over me and carefully rubs the cloth over my cock and inner thigh. I don't know what he's doing. But I lean into the touch. I'm wound so tight, I feel like I could come from anything right now. I still kind of wish he would climb back on top of me and start bouncing again.

The cloth is warm. It feels nice. Then the feeling of it disappears and it's cold without it.

"Let me know when you're going to come," Ash says and then something soft and warm and amazing engulfs it. Oh God, it feels so good. It must be Ash's mouth. I look down my body and there is his head between my legs. He's working his mouth up and down my cock. Jesus, it feels so good, especially after that wait. I'm moaning and sputtering out of control. My hips twitch with the movement but I'm doing it unconsciously, I'm so lost in the sensation.

"Oh! Oh-uh! Now! Nngh, Ash, oh, oh, oh, now!"

He pulls off and strokes me through as I orgasm. I'm loud. I'm so loud. It's like everything inside me is yelling.

And then it's over. The intensity ebbs away and I'm just lying there, heaving and sweating. Ash is there, nuzzling into my side, his head tucked into my neck. I feel complete bliss. Like I'm floating. Or dreaming.

"Damn, Jasper," he murmurs and giggles.

I'm still panting, trying to catch my breath, " .....fuck.....Ash. Thanks for marrying me."

"What?"

"I! I don't know. I'm just so glad you married me. We should do this every day."

"Is that why you wanted to get married?"

"No. It's definitely a plus. But I just want to be with you everyday. Like no matter. Even if you were in a coma, I'd come and sit with you every single day. And that would make my day so much better even though I'd be sad. And even though we couldn't talk. Just to be with you. Or if we were really mad at each other, I'd still want to be with you. Or if one of us were really busy that day or something."

He giggles and snuggles his head into the crook of my neck and places a small kiss there.

"I'm glad you wanted to marry me too. I don't know where I'd be without you."

"What do you mean?"

"I just- I don't know. I just felt like I was missing out on something before you. Now I feel like life is more bright and vibrant. Like I can really experience it all with you."

My breath has caught in my throat and I cough and stutter. Tears are leaking out of my eyes. I wonder how many more times I'm going to cry by being overwhelmed with happiness? It's kind of dark but he hears me and I think he sees my face getting wet again. He laughs but he sounds a little weepy too. He loops an arm around my waist and rolls me on top of him. My head falls against his chest and I sigh happily. It's still just the middle of the night. We've been at it for hours. Kissing and fucking.

"I love you."

"Me too."

My body and my head are singing and my eyes are drooping. The moon is shining faintly through the window. And I feel such absolute peace, I immediately fall asleep.