Author's Note: Wow! It's been a long time since I wrote Nate & I. Coming back to these characters all these years later has been a wild ride, but I felt a call to write the epilogue and see where they went and what they did. I'm not sure if any of my original readers will see this, but it's been a fun little passion project. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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"Holy fuuuuuuuck," Oliver groaned into his pillow, eyes rolling into the back of his head while he lay on his stomach. A bead of sweat rolled down the arch of his back, puddling with the ones before it in his back dimples. There, it would ripple every time that he got pounded, and they had just started picking up the speed. His own cock was rubbing into the mattress, and god, was it sensitive. At that point, even the smallest touch could send him over the edge.
After getting flipped over with ease, something he'd been into for as long as he could remember, he held his legs high, exposing himself, and before he had a chance to even think, he was back in bliss. There were some dicks that were just the exact right size and shape to get the job done. This was one of them.
"Oh my god. Keep going! I'm getting close!" Oliver cried as his member started pulsing, untouched. The warning served little purpose because he was shooting thick ropes by his last word. To be fair though, they had been going at it for closer to two hours at that point. Oliver was basically a Jack-in-the-box with a much different kind of surprise at the end. His cum painted from his forehead to his nipples and it seemed to last forever. No complaints here though! It was only when he caught his breath and came back did he realize that that had earned himself a load in the ass to match.
"Happy one year, babe," his boyfriend, Mateo, said with a loving kiss on the forehead, not minding the mess. Oliver could only gasp as his cock slipped out, letting loose the warm load. Shivers ran up his spine, igniting a warm smile.
"Fuck. Happy one year!" he finally managed when his senses came fully back. Mateo had gone and returned before Oliver even knew it with a warm towel to clean him up.
"I could get used to this," Oliver remarked with a widening grin as Mateo spot cleaned his face. A small smile crept through his concentrated look as he got it all taken care of.
"I could too," he said, hand disappearing south only for Oliver to realize where it went a second later. His hole was sensitive but with the right touch, which Mateo knew well, it could be blissful. He melted. A light moan turned into a fit of giggles as Mateo leaned in closer with that one smile. The one that always made Oliver smile too whether he wanted to or not.
"How about a snack after all that hard, gay sex?" Mateo asked, biting his words, being overtly flirtatious. With a wink, he slipped through the door.
Oliver's ass protested chasing after him, but he was determined. Launching himself from the bed they shared, he made his way through the bedroom door and into the kitchen. It was only a one bedroom apartment, but it was a little slice of paradise in a much larger city. A bookcase filled with mostly queer novels served as the tv stand (Oliver). Plants of various species and sizes, most notably a large fern in the window, inhabited anywhere where there was light (Mateo). But the best part of it all was heard before it was seen. Oliver stood in his kitchen, arms wrapped around Mateo's waist when they heard tapping and snorts.
Oliver's eight year old pug, Chip, came trotting into the kitchen with a smile on his face. Mateo bent down to give Chip a treat as well as a vigorous head rub. Oliver leaned back against the counter watching them in the low kitchen light. It was when Mateo starting babbling incoherently to Chip, who seemed to be fully invested in the conversation, that Oliver realized how bad his face hurt from smiling so hard.
A low but prominent vibration came from the counter. It was Oliver's phone with a notification. He unlocked it without thinking, and was stopped in place as he read, studying the screen intently.
"What's up?" Mateo asked, as he stood to his full height once more.
"My ten year reunion is coming up," Oliver answered, not looking away from the screen. The woman who sent him the message looked like a vague memory inside of someone he had never met. It was his class president though. She just looked a lot different than she did a decade ago. Oh, how things have changed.
"Wait. Like, your high school reunion?"
"Yeah," Oliver said almost not there. A flood of memories came rushing back to him. High school felt like a lifetime ago. It came back in flashes. Getting his books smacked out of his hands on a near daily basis. The school play and his standing ovation for senior night. A boy named Nate.
"Well, obviously we're going," Mateo said nonchalantly. Oliver's brain managed to find him once more, but not before turning over itself over the thought of a lost love.
"What if I don't want to?"
"It'll be fun! Don't you wanna see how all your classmates ended up? Plus I'm sure Chip would love a trip back home to see his grandma," Mateo said, and as if he were in on the conspiracy against him, Chip walked up, sat his butt next to Mateo's feet and gave the cutest puppy eyes he could. Mateo followed his lead. A sigh escaped Oliver.
"You two are evil."
"We won't go if you really don't want to. All I'm saying is I think it'd be fun! Plus, it's just an excuse to show off your incredibly sexy boyfriend," he said, striking a pose that was equal parts comical and actually hot.
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The next thing they knew, the three of them were road tripping from the heart of New York City fifteen hundred miles away to the middle of nowhere. It was the perfect windows down and music up kind of drive. His mom had been surprised he'd agreed to go to the reunion but was elated to hear they were all coming nonetheless. There was, however, a growing knot in Oliver's stomach that only seemed to get bigger as they got closer. After leaving for the city, he never looked back on his little hometown. Did he even remember his classmates?
"This is... incredible," Mateo said in a hushed whisper as if he were discovering a long lost tomb full of treasure and gold. His eyes lit up, scanning every available surface of Oliver's childhood bedroom, which had been preserved in time thanks to his mom. Oliver's face was flushed as Mateo began snooping. Chip sniffed around as well but was quickly distracted by the promise of treats in the kitchen. He took off.
There was a tall bookshelf that homed just about everything but books against one wall--Oliver hadn't become an avid reader until after college. There, he had displayed everything from CDs to art projects to this plant that he had watered for a month before discovering that it was plastic. A photo of Oliver and his friends caught his eye. It had been the four of them at the lake the summer after they graduated. In red sharpie was: Best Summer Ever!!!
"Not this," Mateo said as he grabbed the lone book on the shelves. He dusted off the green cover to show Perks of Being a Wallflower.
"What?? It's a good book!" Oliver defended.
"I can tell. It looks like it's been read a hundred times. Annotated too!" Mateo teased.
"Shut up. I may have done a book report or two on it," Oliver said as he snatched the book from his hand and returned it to its spot.
Mateo went on to survey High School Oliver's movie collection to test whether they'd have been friends or not. Oliver did not pass. There wasn't enough anime. Oliver also found himself defending himself again for also owning the movie version of Perks. And apparently, Mateo could "just tell" that it had been watched a hundred times too.
"This is cute," he said, picking up a ring.
"I used to wear that everywhere I went," Oliver said. His gaze lingered on it for a moment.
"Oliver's Sketch Book. Do Not Open. I think that means I have to open it," Mateo said devilishly as he pulled it from its shelf. Oliver looked over his shoulder to see. God only knew what Oliver had drawn as an eighteen year old. He hadn't even filled the whole thing up so it couldn't be too much. Right?
"I'm shocked that that's still here. I thought I threw that away ages ago," Oliver said, seeing mostly mindless doodles; a dog here, a city skyline there. He wasn't quite sure why he had put a warning label on it.
"My boyfriend; the artist. You should draw me sometime," Mateo suggested with a wink. "Ever study the male anatomy before?"
"My boyfriend; the model. We could def- OH MY GOD," Oliver said, eyes bulging as the page turned to reveal a rather detailed drawing of a penis. It was completed with shading, veins, and clearly quite a bit of effort. Oliver's face drained of color as Mateo burst into a fit of laughter.
"I guess that answers that. Wait, babe! This is actually really good! Dare I say, your best work in here," he said through his laughter. Oliver reach for the sketchbook, but Mateo dodged. The two struggled for it. Oliver's face was flushing. During their little wrestling match, the sketchbook eventually fell to the side, and the men ended up nose to nose on the bed. Oliver breathed in deep, eyes dilating. Mateo smiled up at him, soaking in the details.
"I don't know how you slept on just a mattress. This would have killed my back," Mateo said eventually as they sat up. Oliver straddled him.
"There's a lot of things I did as a teenager that would kill me now," Oliver replied with a small laugh, stretching his back.
"Who's Nate?" Mateo asked suddenly, and Oliver froze in place.
"What?" He said dropping his arms.
"Nate. Looks like you had yourself a little crush on him," he said, a cheesy grin growing on his face as he gestured to the sketchbook. There was the name with a heart around it maybe half a dozen times with various flourishes on the letters.
"Oh. Just this guy I dated back in high school," he offered, hoping his interest would die there. It would not.
"A guy you dated in high school? In this town?! How have I not heard of this Nate before?" Mateo asked in shock. They had told each other about their exes at one point, but Oliver failed to mention Nate.
"He was my first love," Oliver said slowly, treading lightly. "At least, I think he was. It felt like love at the time, but what did I know? I was eighteen."
"That's so sweet. What happened?"
