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Holding On Forever

Chapter 8: Epilogue

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They’d wanted to get married in Jericho, surrounded by Bill’s family and their friends. Unfortunately, Kansas and its backwards way of thinking didn’t allow for that.

So, Colorado it was.

Which was OK, because it also had the nearest airport, and Bill had plans for after their visit to the justice of the peace anyway.

Sam wanted them to dress nicely for the occasion, donning a pair of black dress pants, a coral striped button-up, and a black tie. Bill opted for a navy blue button-down, khakis, and matching dress jacket, which he planned to hang behind the seat of the truck for the drive to Colorado.

All in all, they made quite a pair.

Since Sam’s beloved Barracuda was still “in car ICU”—Bill had raised an eyebrow at that while Sam had just given him an impish grin in return—they loaded up Bill’s truck with their suitcases, left Cheeto in the Taylor’s care, and left for Denver on a Friday. Bill had been planning everything out, wanting to make the next week special for the man he loved.

Which, of course, meant that he had had to keep all his plans secret from Sam.

“Come on, Bill! Today’s the day! You can tell me at least one thing!” Sam was bouncing around in his seat, having drunk three cups of coffee before they’d left at noon. He’d apparently had trouble sleeping the night before because he’d been so excited, and was wanting to stay awake for the entire trip. Bill knew that they’d be stopping for at least one bathroom break before they got to Denver because of his fiancé’s antics. “I’ve been good! I haven’t asked about anything in three days!”

Bill pursed his lips, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “I’m not sure if that’s long enough…”

“Ugh! You and your surprise fetish, I swear!” Sam pouted. Bill laughed, and Sam stuck out his tongue. “You’re lucky I love you!”

“Yeah, I am lucky, aren’t I?” Bill held out his right hand towards Sam, who sighed and threaded their fingers together.

“You know ya gotta tell me today whether you want to or not,” Sam said smugly.

Bill squeezed his hand. “There’s nothing I don’t ever want to tell you.”

 


 

After they paid for their marriage license—which had been a very surreal experience for them both—they were directed to the chambers of Judge Campbell. They both took deep breaths before entering, then shared a look that spoke volumes.

Yes, they both still wanted this.

And yes, they were still what the other wanted.

Forever.

They hadn’t planned on saying their own vows, but when the judge paused and asked, Sam started to speak.

“Bill, I want to thank you for coming into my life and for filling in my empty heart.” Bill’s eyes brimmed with emotion. “I was so lonely, so broken, so not myself. But you...you found me, put me back together again.” Sam smiled, tears coursing down his face. “And you make sure I stay together.”

Bill’s hands tightened around his as Sam continued. “You’ve never left my side, no matter what. I know that we can definitely make it through whatever life decides to throw at us from now on—you’re stubborn, and I’m, well, I’m crazy enough to try anything.” He laughed wetly. “I love you so much, Bill.”

Judge Campbell turned expectantly to Bill, but Bill was staring in wonder at Sam.

“Mr. Koehler?” the judge prompted.

“Huh? Oh!” Bill pressed his lips together nervously, and Sam brought one of his soon-to-be husband’s hands to his lips and kissed the knuckles softly. Bill gave him a grateful look in response.

“When you’re ready,” Judge Campbell said kindly.

Bill held Sam’s gaze. “When you cry, I promise to wipe your tears. When you’re scared, I promise to hold your hand. When you laugh, I promise to laugh with you. When you hurt, I will take the pain and make it mine.”

Sam had a fresh wave of tears falling from his eyes, and Bill joined him. The love he felt for Sam was so strong. “You are the love of my life, Sam Dobbs. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, or what makes me worthy of you, but I’m never letting you go. It’s you and me. I mean to love you forever.”

“You’re damn right it’s you and me,” Sam choked out. “We’re stuck together!”

Bill chuckled, then had to sniff. “This is supposed to be serious, Sam!”

“Who says I’m not!”

Judge Campbell intervened, and they exchanged the rings they had bought nearly two months prior. The solid gold bands fit perfectly, and Sam made plans to have them inscribed later.

Finally, the judge announced, “By the power invested in me by the state of Colorado, I now pronounce you married.” He gestured between them, then turned to sign the marriage certificate.

Bill went to take Sam in his arms, but nearly fell over backwards when his husband embraced him instead, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Bill closed his eyes, sliding his arms around Sam, returning the kiss, his heart bursting with happiness.

Sam pulled back. “We did it!” His face was flushed, eyes dancing with joy.

“Sure did,” Bill replied.

They turned to receive their license from the judge, then thanked him before exiting the room.

“So, gonna tell me what’s up now, hubby?” Sam said, slipping his arm around Bill’s waist.

Bill made a face. “What did you call me?”

“I gotta call you something…” Sam removed his tie from around his neck, stuffing it in a pants pocket.

“Not that.

“Fine, husband,” Sam huffed with a smile. “Where to next?”

Bill halted in the hallway and smirked. “Well, it involves finding some corners…”

 


 

Late that afternoon, they flew from Denver to Grand Junction. Much to Sam’s frustration, Bill still remained tight-lipped about where they were going, and he mulled over the one clue that he had been given. Finding corners could mean practically anything, and he would’ve pondered on it more if the flight had lasted more than thirty minutes.

After landing at the airport, they rented an SUV and headed out onto the highway. It was a little over an hour’s drive to their destination in Moab, Utah, and Sam complained of being hungry when they were barely outside the city. They stopped at a Mexican restaurant, because if there was one thing that filled Sam up fast, it was tacos.

During their meal, Sam prodded Bill for more information, but it was futile; Bill just wouldn’t budge. Sam finally just decided to leave it alone—for now at least—and casually asked, “So... What do we call ourselves now?”

“What do you mean?” He began preparing another steak fajita.

Sam swallowed the bite of taco he had in his mouth. “Well, we’re married now. There’s this thing called last names.”

Bill dropped his fork. He’d completely forgotten about that part. “Umm, I’m fine with whatever you want to do.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, if you want to hyphenate or whatever…”

“But wouldn’t that be weird, though? ‘Koehler-Dobbs’ definitely sounds weird.” Sam wrinkled his nose. “And ‘Dobbs-Koehler’ sounds just as bad.”

“Well ‘Bill Dobbs’ sounds like a politician’s name,” Bill said, frowning at his plate. He looked up when Sam lifted his glass.

“I guess that settles it,” his husband said. He raised an eyebrow, glancing down pointedly at Bill’s own glass then back up to Bill. Though he was confused, Bill quickly took it in hand. “To the Koehlers!” Sam announced proudly.

Smiling so wide it hurt, Bill followed suit. “To the Koehlers!”

They clinked their drinks together, their first decision as a married couple in the books.

 


 

“Well damn, Bill. This is certainly… Wow!”

They were going to honeymoon at a lodge that was situated right along the Colorado River. They would be able to go horseback riding and whitewater rafting, and there were national parks nearby as well. It was an amazing place!

Bill had outdone himself.

Their room had a private, furnished deck with a view of the river. Sam had dumped his suitcase on the king-sized bed and walked across the floor to look out the glass sliding door. It was a gorgeous view!

“Thanks for not telling me,” he breathed. “I love it.”

Bill opened the latch to the door. “Let’s take a closer look,” he suggested. They went out onto the deck, a cool breeze off the water hitting their skin. Sam stood at the rail, closing his eyes, relishing the fresh air and the last warmth of the evening sun.

“Happy?” Bill whispered, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist and nuzzling his ear.

“Very happy,” Sam said, leaning his head back against his lover’s shoulder. “I have a question, though.”

Bill kissed down Sam’s neck, making him shiver. “Hmm?”

“What exactly does a lodge in the middle of nowhere have to do with corners?”

“Can I tell you later, after I make love to you?” Bill began to deftly unbutton Sam’s shirt. “I’ve got other things on my mind.”

Sam started to laugh, but moaned when Bill pinched his nipple. “Y-You wanting to consummate our marriage, are you?” he panted. He pushed back against Bill, biting his lip when he felt his husband’s erection against his ass.

Bill stepped back, stripping his clothes off, tossing them aside carelessly. Sam shucked his pants, kicking them off his feet along with his shoes. He was in the process of tugging down his boxer briefs when he was pulled back against Bill once more.

“No… I want to touch you this way,” Bill groaned. He ran his hands up and down Sam’s chest, the shirt fluttering slightly in the breeze. Sam shuddered, breathing in and out faster with each touch. “Want you to remember tonight, baby.”

“Bill…” Sam closed his eyes. How could he not remember? Ever since he regained his memories, he’d made a point of paying close attention to intimate moments like this with Bill. He cherished them. “Bill, please…”

Bill dipped his fingers below the hemline of Sam’s underwear, and Sam turned his face towards Bill. They crashed their mouths together, Bill sliding his hand down through Sam’s pubic hair to grasp his husband’s cock. Sam cried out against Bill’s mouth, raising a hand up behind himself to fist it into his lover’s hair.

They moved against the other, Sam pushing his hips up into Bill’s hand, Bill rutting against Sam’s ass. Sam opened his lips to Bill’s, and they tasted the other’s kiss, lost within each other.

Unfortunately, oxygen required them to break the kiss, and Sam pulled away, gasping Bill’s name. He was on edge, needing more. Wanting the rest of these damn clothes off…

“Inside, Bill…” he whined, moving his hips harder.

“Inside where?” Bill whispered.

“Me. Bed,” Sam gasped. He couldn’t form a whole sentence.

Bill gave Sam’s cock one last, firm stroke before removing his hand. “Let’s go then.”

Sam’s shirt and boxer briefs became one with the deck, and he followed Bill inside. Bill found their lube, and soon Sam was on his back, spreading his legs while Bill circled a wet finger languidly around his hole. He knew his lover was going to take his time opening him up tonight, and Sam’s heart sped up in his chest.

“Someone’s still a little loose from last night,” Bill said casually, skimming the tip of his finger along the edge of Sam’s rim. “I must’ve done a good job.”

“Mmm…” Sam’s thighs shook. Bill had folded him almost in half and made him scream nearly every other night since his memories returned. He had been doing a hell of a job! “So good…

Bill pushed his finger deep inside, biting his lip at how his lover’s hole easily took it. He bent his head and kissed Sam’s perineum, inhaling the scent of his skin, tasting the sweat that had broken out from his ministrations. “You’re so good, baby.”

Sam’s hand tangled in Bill’s hair. “Please, Bill, please.” He cried out as Bill answered his plea, his husband flattening his tongue and licking up to his balls and then to his cock to suckle at its base. At the same time, he began to thrust his finger slowly in and out of his hole, and the wet sounds had his cock leaking drops of precum.

Bill closed his eyes. Sam was mewling his name, tugging at his hair. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the bed, and he moved his hips, seeking stimulation. He could make love to Sam for hours and hours, hold off on coming for as long as he needed to make sure that Sam received every ounce of pleasure that he could give him. He’d never been able to do that with anyone else. That’s how he knew that Sam was the one, that Sam was the one who completed him.

Sam felt a second finger enter his hole just as Bill raised his head and swallowed him down. Oh! He wasn’t sure where Bill had learned how to take a person apart so deliciously, but he was so glad that he got to benefit from it, and would continue to do so. He had the ring—and the last name!—that said he could. And...HOLY HELL! Bill’s tongue when he dipped it into his cock’s slit…

He made plans then and there to return the favor as soon as possible.

A third and fourth finger were soon twisting within Sam and rubbing against his prostate, making his precum drip from his cock. Bill lapped it up greedily, keeping his and his husband’s gazes locked. Their arousal for one another was stronger than ever, their pupils blown with lust.

Sam pushed back against Bill’s hand. “Mmm… Bill… Oooo….”

Bill cupped Sam’s balls, rolling them in his fingers, thumb pressing against his taint. “I know…”

“Hurry, Bill, I want you…” Sam begged. He tossed his head back when Bill thrust his fingers as deep as they would go. “I’m going crazy!”

“Sam...” Bill groaned out. He was on his knees, his thick, heavy cock straining against his belly and needing to be deep inside of his husband now. He then took a deep, steadying breath. It’s your wedding night, Bill, he reminded himself. Nice and slow, remember? “OK, baby…”

Removing his fingers, Bill ran them slowly around the outside of Sam’s rim, knowing it drove his lover wild. Sam spread his legs even wider, his cock twitching at the touch. “Bill, please…”

Bill slicked up his cock and notched it at Sam’s entrance. “I love you, Mr. Koehler,” he whispered, staring into Sam’s beautiful amber eyes as he pressed forward. He paused when he was halfway in, groaning at the heat and tightness that enveloped him. He thrust shallowly, Sam’s cries filling the room, until he was buried to the hilt.

Sam lifted his arms and legs, folding them around his husband, drawing him down until their bodies pressed together. They lay still for a moment, their hearts beating against each other, their faces inches apart.

“I love you too, Mr. Koehler,” Sam sighed. “And oh my God that’s cheesy as hell to say—Oh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh…!

“Mmm..hmm...” Bill had set up a lazy, smooth rhythm of deep thrusts, sliding their chests together with each roll of his hips. He thrilled in the sharp gasps and moans from the man in his arms, squeezing his eyes shut from Sam hooking his ankles around his waist and digging his fingers into his back. And Oh! Sam felt so hot around his cock, his walls gripping him so perfectly. He could definitely go at this pace all night.

But Sam needed more. He lifted his hips up into Bill’s thrusts, seeking a better angle. Bill moved slightly to accommodate him, and—There! Oh, yes! Sam began to shout, attempted to arch his back, but couldn’t because of Bill’s weight on top of him. But he didn’t fight it; he adored making love to Bill this way.

Sam’s voice began to grow hoarse as they went on and on. Sweat dampened their skin and the thin blanket on the bed. The smell of sex filled the room. The two lovers both reveled in it and strained their bodies against one another. It had never felt so damn good, and they wanted to keep feeling this way.

As time went on, they switched positions. Sam rode Bill, bouncing upon his husband’s cock lustily while he leaned over and worshipped his lips. On his hands and knees with Bill slamming into him from behind, holding on to his hips tightly and slapping their wet skin together obscenely. Against the wall of the room, Bill’s muscular stature more than enough to hold his husband up as he slammed into Sam over and over.

They were back on the bed, Sam’s legs thrown over Bill’s shoulders when they reached their peak. The sun was rising over the red cliffs that surrounded the Colorado River, and the first rays of dawn landed on Sam’s face as his orgasm raced through his body. Thick, white strands of his release painted his stomach and chest as he screamed his love for Bill, and his hands clenched at the blanket beneath him.

Bill kept pumping his cock rapidly in and out of Sam’s spasming hole, determined to prolong his lover’s orgasm. But Sam had come hard and Bill just couldn’t fight it. Giving in, he thrust in balls deep, groaning as he came, flooding his husband’s channel full.

Warm, sweat-slick arms reached for him, and Bill gently lowered Sam’s shaky legs from his shoulders. He allowed himself to be pulled down into Sam’s embrace and they cuddled through their afterglow, kissing one another tenderly and murmuring words of love and affection.

 


 

A short while later, after taking a much-needed shower and opening the doors to the deck to air out the room, Bill made an awkward phone call for clean bedding. Sam answered their room’s door in a bathrobe and got a knowing look from the housekeeping staff, making Bill want to hide and Sam snicker. The couple then climbed into bed, lying in its middle and holding their left hands up side-by-side, their gold wedding bands gleaming in the morning sunlight.

“We’re married,” Sam whispered.

“Yes, we are,” Bill replied.

Sam turned his head. “You said you hid our rings because you wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from telling me about our engagement. What would you have done if I never remembered asking you to marry me? Or the car crash?”

Bill pressed his lips together, then rolled to his side to look down at Sam. “I would’ve either told you eventually, or asked you to marry me myself, then told you.” He placed his hand on Sam’s chest as he leaned over and pressed their lips together. “Either way, we would’ve ended up here—at least, I hope so.”

“I think we would have.” Sam pulled Bill down for another kiss, this one deeper and longer. “Umm,” he said when it ended. “Do we have to go to sleep now?”

“Aren’t you tired?” Bill gave him an incredulous look. “We’ve been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. Well, I have; you got a short nap on the drive here after we ate.”

Sam booped him on the nose. “I promise to let you nap all you want later. It’s just that…”

Bill raised a suspicious eyebrow. “What?”

“The lodge’s restaurant has a breakfast buffet!”

 


 

Early that afternoon, Bill awoke to Sam’s hot mouth on his cock, and the two enjoyed a very delightful couple of hours making each other moan and groan the other’s name. They’d planned on perhaps taking a horse ride before dinner, but were so sated from their actions that they ended up falling asleep once again.

They just couldn’t stop expressing their love for one another.

That night, out on the deck, they sat naked together on one of the chairs, Sam curled up in Bill’s lap. They watched the moonlight shine on the river, listened to the water flow by and the other various sounds of the desert night. It was peaceful, and they played with each other’s hands, shared sweet and gentle kisses, and were just happy to be with each other.

“Bill?” Sam asked, tracing one of his husband’s pectoral muscles with a finger. “You never told me what ‘corners’ meant.”

Deep laughter rumbled in Bill’s chest. “You’re not gonna give up on finding out, are you?” Bill caressed Sam’s thigh with an open palm. “It’s not far from here.”

Sam waited for more, but Bill kept moving his hand along his skin. “And?”

“You’ll see then,” Bill replied.

“Hmph!” Sam poked Bill’s chest. “You’re a mean spouse.”

Bill hugged him tightly. “And you’re an impatient one.” He turned Sam in his lap until his husband straddled him. “Wanna see if we can break this chair?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “They’d charge us a ton to replace it...”

“It would be worth it.” Bill caressed Sam’s hips for emphasis.

“Mmm, let me run inside and grab what we need…”

 


 

The couple spent the next two days enjoying the activities offered by the lodge. They toured the rugged ride trails in the area on cowboy-trained quarter horses, their trail guides regaling them with tales of how John Wayne rode the same trails himself. There was an entire day of whitewater rafting, both getting completely soaked in the waters of the Colorado, followed by a riverside picnic and a chance to dry off.

They were both having a wonderful time, and Bill couldn’t wait to top it off with his BIG surprise…

 


 

“What is this place?” Sam asked as Bill parked the SUV in front of an odd structure. There were nine flags, all positioned around what looked like a concrete disk of some sort. It was surrounded by large safety bollards, each connected by a black metal chain.

“Let’s go see,” Bill answered cryptically, though he smiled right after. Sam smirked at him but quickly exited the vehicle. They joined hands as they walked towards the disk, squinting against the brightness of the sun.

“That’s the U.S. flag, and those over there are state flags… Colorado, New Mexico…” Sam darted his eyes around to the others. “I think that’s Utah’s…”

Bill squeezed his hand. “Arizona’s, too. The other four flags represent the Navajo Nation and the Ute Mountain Ute Tribe.”

Sam peered over at his husband. “Someone’s done their homework,” he observed.

“Always do.”

They had to stop and pay before they could see...whatever it was...and Sam saw a sign: Four Corners Monument. Ahh, there was the “corners” connection. He and Bill then stepped through an opening between the bollards and onto the concrete disk, and Sam stopped and stared.

The disk itself was embedded with a smaller bronze disk around its point, surrounded by smaller, appropriately located state seals representing both the states and tribal nations of the area. The states’ and tribal nations’ flags were located near their corresponding seals. There were two lines running through the large concrete disk, indicating where the four corners of the states met.

“Four corners,” Sam whispered. He turned to face Bill. “You mean for us to kiss here, don’t you?”

“The look on your face tells me I was way off on what I was going for.” Bill smiled softly at Sam’s confused expression. “I guess I’m trying to say that it’s more romantic than cheesy.” He shrugged, and Sam grinned madly at his next words. “So, how about it? Wanna kiss in four places at once, babe?”

Sam snatched Bill’s hands and dragged him to stand right where the lines crossed, wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck. “No, it’s exactly what you were going for! It’s absolutely perfect!” He stared into the gorgeous, tawny eyes he adored. “Kiss me, Bill!”

Bill slid his hands up Sam’s back. “I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, Bill. Forever.”

Sam’s heart bloomed with undying love when their lips met, and by the way Bill held him tightly, he knew that his husband was feeling the same way. They were as one, and nothing would ever break them apart.

The only unknown they had to worry about now was the future.

And he and Bill would face it together.

Notes:

I'm sad to see this little story end. Sam and Bill became dear to me. The Dickmas exchange was wonderful, and I'm hoping there's another next year.

(and I hope you enjoyed how it ended too, WarlockWriter <3 )

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Even though I'd LOVE to take credit for their wedding vows, I'm sadly not that poetic. I had to research vows for a good while until I found some floating around that "fit" Sam and Bill perfectly (at least, I hope it comes across that way).