Jason and Andy: Epilogue -

(Andy's POV)

I really hate midnight shifts.

I sighed, tapping my fingers against the counter as I waited for the night to go by. My life had returned to its normal, unchanging routine after I was dropped off 6 months ago. I guess that wasn't completely true, as Blaire and I had been dating for the past three months. We hung out often, watching movies and cuddling on the couch. She said that I had changed a lot, and I could only agree that I had changed. As the weeks passed, I couldn't help the negative feelings that built up in my subconscious. It took a focused effort each day to quell the dark thoughts that stormed through my mind.

It had been easy to return to my hobbies and friends, pretending like I hadn't spent a week being the personal hole of some random kidnapper. I blushed as I thought about Jason, feeling my dick grow a bit in my pants. Blaire and I hadn't gotten more serious than making out so far, and I wasn't sure how to broach the topic of her using a strapon. My sleeping girlfriend was in her usual spot, passing the time unconscious. I didn't mind when she slept the end of the shift away, it was the perfect opportunity to review the photos I sent from Jason's phone. A year ago, I would have been horrified to see such pictures of myself. I would have probably summed it up to a very well done photoshop prank. Remembering the taste of Jason on my lips, I sighed as I closed out my gallery.

Hopefully having normal sex would make me stop craving cock. Blushing harder, I took a deep breath as I shook the memories from my mind. I sat there, idly browsing my phone when I heard a jingle come from the door. Putting my phone on the counter, I had a preloaded sentence on my lips before the ability to speak left me. I jumped over the counter, running into and hugging Jason as he walked through the door.

The tall man grunted, stumbling backwards as I ran into him. Wrapping my arms tightly around his chest, I smiled and held him close. As he tried to talk, I leaned up and started kissing him. I rained kisses onto his face as he laughed and held me back a bit.

"Hello, how are you? I'm doing well." I laughed at his sarcastic tone, hugging him tighter.

"What are you doing here?! And Hi! It's great to see you." I felt lighter than I had in months, feeling that dark feeling that had been creeping up disappear. Leaning my chin on his chest, I stared up at him as he spoke.

"I got a job here, making deliveries for the warehouse in town. I'll be around here pretty often from now on." I couldn't help the laugh leave my mouth, holding his body closer. Jason finally returned my hug, wrapping his strong arms around me. I blushed slightly, shyly looking up at him.

"So... you got a place to stay?" Jason looked down at me for a moment, before turning his gaze away while rubbing his head.

"I'm using my truck for now while I look for an apartment." I grinned up at him, wondering how bold I should be. Blaire barely even registered in my mind as I stared up at the trucker. As I was about to suggest a place for him to stay, he pulled us into the station to finally let the door close. Being dragged by the bigger man, I heard him speak.

"How much for a shower?" My heart thundered in my chest, looking up at him. Seeing the light blush on his face while he rubbed the back of his neck, I smiled as I walked around the counter.

"$15 dollars for an hour." I didn't bother fighting the blush on my face, accepting the money and putting it in the register. Handing him a key, I watched as he turned and walked to the back. My heart beat fast, waiting a moment before grabbing the mob bucket and entering the washroom.

"Janitor, just cleaning up!" I didn't even bother filling the bucket with any water, just coming to rest in front of the occupied shower. My cock throbbed hard in my tight pants and I suppressed the urge to turn around when I heard the door open. As warm, wet hands wrapped around my chest, I let go of the mop handle as I was dragged backwards into the open shower, a massive smile on my face.