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Epilogue

Matt taped the box closed and looked around his house. The place was starting to look more like a storage facility and less like their home every day. Of course that was all right, because their new home was in Vermont, empty and waiting for them. They’d sold the gallery, and Adam’s place and the condo were on the market now that they had somewhere else to go.

And Adam... His lovely was glowing, excited. It made Matt happy just thinking about it.

“Master? I brought coffees.” Adam came in, coffees in one hand, a shopping bag in the other. “I found toiletries for our drive, too.”

“Yeah? Cool.” He wrapped his arms around Adam, more interested in a kiss than the coffee and toiletries just at the moment.

Adam kissed him back, eager, happy. Almost young. His lovely one was becoming more and more relaxed, easier in his skin. They’d traveled to Vermont a half dozen times in the last six months, but when they’d found the place -- a huge, older eight bedroom that needed work, but had amazing bones and a huge, gated garden -- Adam had begun to blossom.

“You ready for our long drive?” They would take their time, stop when something caught their eye.

“I am. I stopped and said goodbye to Marcus and Oliver. They gave me a lovely going away check.”

“Wow, that was nice of them. I know the Hammer is going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss Marcus.” It was never that Adam would miss the Hammer. Never.

“He can come visit. Bring some of his leatherwork and give demonstrations.” They could do whatever they wanted with their new space, and Marcus was always welcome, not least because he’d taken care of the Isaac situation for them, making sure no sub in the community would ever be hurt by him again

“I’d like that. Oliver is letting other organizations know, too, about the Briar.” Adam had decided the name upon seeing the roses surrounding the house.

“That’s great.” The people at the Hammer had been very supportive. It had made him glad to see them wishing Adam nothing but good things.

“Yeah. I told him it will take us six months or so, to be ready for guests.”

“And we want to start small. Make sure we’re good with it with a couple or two before we fill all the rooms.” He took another kiss, then licked along Adam’s neck. His lovely couldn’t move, the coffees and bag binding him as effectively as any ropes.

“Uh... uh-huh.” Adam swayed the barest bit.

He put his hands on Adam’s ass, squeezing gently and supporting his lovely at the same time.

“The coffees.” Adam moaned for him, stretched.

“Don’t drop them.” He licked at the hollow at the base of Adam’s throat.

“I... We need to...” Sweet, lovely man.

He sucked the skin into his mouth, rolled it between his lips, and then let it go, tongue searching for Adam’s collarbone.

“Master.” That sweet, happy laugh rang out, just for him.

He nosed his way beneath the fabric of Adam’s shirt, laughing softly.

“Your coffee will get cold...” And Adam’s nipples -- adorned with little rings for their first anniversary -- went hard for him.

“The microwave is still on the counter.”

His fingers found those sweet nipples through the cloth. The handle of the shopping bag crinkled as Adam’s fingers tightened. He pinched lightly, then managed to grab a ring and tug before the material had it slipping from between his fingers again.

“Master.” Adam stepped forward, like he’d pulled Adam toward him.

“Yes. I am.” He found that ring and tugged again.

The coffees shuddered in their holder. Grinning, he stepped back and grabbed the holder from Adam, setting it down on the table. Then he took his lovely back into his arms.

Adam came eagerly, lips offered to him. “We’re going to have an adventure, Master. You and me. Together.”

“I know.” He kissed Adam soundly. “It’s going to be wonderful.” It was going to be whatever they wanted it to be.

“It already is.” Adam touched him, the caress slow, sweet. “And it’s all ours.”

He melted, just like he always did when Adam said something like that, and nodded. “It is.”

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