Page 89 of The Hookup Mix-up

We hang out for a while before Brax and Ty say they’re ready to go home. Brax orders a car service to pick them up. “You guys gonna go with us?”

I look at Theo, waiting for him to answer. “I can’t move.”

My little lightweight. “We’ll stay here. Thanks, man.”

They nod and leave, and Theo begins nuzzling my throat. “Can we sleep out here tonight? I don’t want to be around everyone else. We can watch anime, and you can fuck me. I have lube in my pocket.”

“My dirty boy,” I tease, then press a kiss to his forehead. “No chance I’m saying no to that.”

We lock the door and put all the beanbags together. It’s not going to be the most comfortable thing in the world, but I don’t think either of us cares about that.

We cuddle up together and start the second season of our show, and…look who was right. The two male lead characters start fucking. Score for me.

We watch a few episodes, the party raging outside, but in here, we feel like we’re in our own little world.

I fuck Theo doggie-style, late into the night, my puppy biting on the beanbag chair so he’s not too loud.

We collapse together, likely getting jizz all over the place, but again, neither of us cares.

“Every moment with you,” Theo says softly, and I frown.

“Huh?”

“You asked me once about my most vivid memory, and at the time, I couldn’t think of one, but now I know—it’s all of them that I share with you, and when we’re older, sitting together on the beach or whatever, my most vivid memories will still be all the ones I shared with you.”

My heart swells so big, I’m pretty sure it might break a few ribs. “Jesus, I love you. So fucking much.” I take his face in my hands and kiss him, so thankful that a mix-up led me exactly where I belong.

EPILOGUE

Theo

Ten years later

“Go! Go! Go!” Brax shoves to his feet, cheering for the eighth graders playing lacrosse. He doesn’t look like the type to be all go sports, and really, he’s not, but he’s very much Team Ty, since his husband coaches the team. “Fuck yes!” he adds when our team scores.

A few of the parents look at him with raised brows, and Perry nudges him. “Language.”

“What did I say?” Brax asks.

“Fuck,” Perry answers, and I roll my eyes at my fiancé.

“You’re not supposed to say the word too.”

Perry winks at me, leans in, and says softly, “Sorry, Puppy,” while I try not to swoon. Ten years together, and he still makes me weak in the knees. Meeting Perry? Best. Bi-awakening. Ever. He’s changed my life in so many ways, and the wild part is he still somehow seems to think I’m the prize. There’s no doubt in my mind he loves me. I don’t know if he’ll ever realize how much he’s given me.

We turn our attention back to the game. We try to watch Ty’s team play often. It’s a rec league he started coaching last year, but it’s even more special for me now because one of my students plays for him.

I never would have seen being a teacher as a possibility for me, but meeting Perry, him helping me study, and then the confidence I got after my vision therapy, it all led to finding what I’m passionate about—helping others. School wasn’t easy. I went part-time while working, not wanting my parents to have to pay for it. Perry helped too, he and I having gotten our own place together after dating for a year. His dad was finally able to talk us into taking a loan, which Perry and I paid off years ago.

And now I have my teaching degree, specializing in helping kids who struggle with reading.

When I notice Damian, with the ball now, I jump up. “Run! You got this!” I call to him. We’re not supposed to have favorites, but he’s definitely one of mine. He’s grown so much in confidence since I started working with him, and then even more once he began playing lacrosse with Ty.

Damian dodges defenders, managing not to get the ball knocked from his stick. He jumps and shoots, the small ball flying into the net. “Woohoo!” I cheer, Perry standing and clapping beside me.

The game is over about fifteen minutes later, and we’d won. Brax is the first one climbing down the stands to go over and congratulate his husband. Brax and Perry both work for Langley Enterprises now. They opened a branch in San Diego three years ago, and it’s going well. Perry might not be the son Montgomery expected to work for him, but he still has two sons that do in Perry and Brax.

“Did you see me score, Mr. Bassett?” Damian runs toward me with his helmet in his hand.

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