EPILOGUE!

WARNING: Thar be smut ahead! Actually the whole epilogue is basically smut so… if you're not into that… don't read…


The drive home was quick, and even though Rigby was sure things had ended on a high note, Mordecai kept glaring over at him then pressing down harder on the gas pedal. Of course Rigby didn't say anything because he knew that Mordecai would tease him about being a sissy or something along those lines, but damn Mordecai was speeding as if they were being chased by a gang of angry unicorns.

When they finally pulled up to the house, Rigby hopped off of the cart, never happier to feel solid ground in his life, but that sensation didn't last long. Mordecai had hopped out before him and had already made his way over to Rigby's side of the cart—what the fuck was still up with him?

"Mordecai wha…" Rigby started to say before Mordecai snatched up his wrist and dragged him forward. "M-Mord—what are you doing? Hey!"

Mordecai didn't even glance back at his babbling best friend. He was a man on a mission—a mission that Rigby was dying to figure out.

"Mordecai!" Rigby complained, yanking on his wrist. "What the hell? Let go!"

"Rigby just shut up. Do you want Benson to know you're just getting back?" Mordecai spat back over his shoulder as he dragged Rigby up the stairs.

Rigby lowered his voice but he continued to complain.

"Why are you dragging me?" The brunette hissed, "I can walk myself up the stairs."

Mordecai continued to ignore him—which irritated him more than words could explain—and pulled him into their room.

"Mordecai!" Rigby whined, his voice at full volume now within the safety of their room.

"Take off that shirt," Mordecai ordered, ignoring Rigby's complaints and turning to face him.

Rigby blinked, confused by the command that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it," Mordecai said again, his eyes dark and serious.

With a roll of his eyes, Rigby did what he was told. When the shirt was finally off Rigby looked back up at Mordecai opening his mouth to demand and answer from the blue-haired male but he never got the chance. The second the shirt hit the floor Mordecai was pushing him onto the bed and kissing him.

Rigby didn't even have enough time to take a breath. Mordecai was hard against his mouth, his tongue pushing past Rigby's teeth and deep into his mouth. It was aggressive the way Mordecai was pushing his tongues against Rigby's and bruising his lips. Rigby pushed at Mordecai's chest needing to escape for a second to gasp. Mordecai used this second to let his lips travel down Rigby's neck, biting and sucking on Rigby's tanned skin, marking it.

Marking him.

Rigby's head was spinning. The whole room seemed to glow and a deep seeded heat started to radiate from his abdomen up into his neck where Mordecai was kissing him. He wanted to ask Mordecai what he was doing, and why, but he couldn't find the words. In fact, the very thought of words were lost to Rigby. All his mind could think of was the way that Mordecai was growling and placing hickey upon hickey onto his neck while his hands fingered Rigby's waistline.

"Mordecai!" Rigby gasped, his hips bucking up as his best friend grabbed a hold of his hard on. "Wh—?" was the only sort of question he could muster up.

Mordecai ran the tip of his nose down Rigby's sternum and his tongue darted out to circle one of Rigby's nipples, and Rigby arched his back with another gasp.

"You're my boyfriend now, right?" Mordecai went on without an answer, his breath short and ragged, "So don't wear that douche bag's clothes."

That's what this was about? If Rigby wasn't so turned on by the possessive nature of that comment, he would have laughed. Mordecai was jealous because he was wearing Jeremy's shirt, cute.

Boyfriend.

The label seared itself into Rigby's mind and sent the butterflies in his gut swarming into his throat. How long had he wanted to hear those words from Mordecai? How many nights did he lay on his trampoline with his eyes screwed shut wishing that he was the object of Mordecai's affection?

The familiar click of a lube bottle echoed through the room and this time Rigby's eyes flew open. Mordecai hovered over his chest, plump kiss swollen lips smirking up at Rigby as his free hand skillfully applied a generous amount of lube to Rigby's aching hole.

Riby threw his head back, and bit down hard on his lip so he wouldn't scream as Mordecai pushed two long fingers into him. The heat in his stomach coiled tight and precum leaked from the tip of his cock, wanting more, wanting Mordecai completely.

It wasn't like this was the first time Mordecai and him ever slept together but this time it was different. This time it was because Mordecai wanted him and he was his boyfriend. No more bitter sweet fucks that left Rigby with an empty ache in his chest for weeks.

Mordecai worked Rigby open and readied the tip of his cock against Rigby's entrance, but he didn't move forward. Rigby groaned rolled his head back again, trying to buck his hips down onto Mordecai's cock but couldn't due to Mordecai's hands which were pressed so hard onto Rigby's hips that he was sure there were going to be bruises in the shape of Mordecai's hands later that day.

That image was way more arousing to the small brunette than it should have been.

"What are you waiting for?" Rigby whined, his voice thick.

"Beg for it," Mordecai hissed, his own voice ragged and filled with lust.

Rigby glared at Mordecai. He couldn't be serious. He wanted him to beg? No way, that was not happening. Rigby turned his nose up in defiance and stayed silent—for once in his life. But Mordecai was too good, he knew Rigby too well and knew exactly what buttons to push.

The taller male bit down on his lower lip and pushed the head of his cock into Rigby, barely stretching the brunette open. Rigby screamed, "Fuck!" and threw his head back onto the bed arching his back and letting out one huge breath. "Okay! Okay! Fuck me! Mordecai, fuck me!"

Mordecai grinned and nodded, pushing himself slowly into Rigby inciting short and sharp moans from his best friend. He picked up the pace and held Rigby's hip still as he fucked him deep.

"Oh my god," Rigby gasped, his eyes and mouth open.

"I feel that good?" Mordecai asked, slamming his hips even faster and harder.

Rigby screamed, and rocked his hips up to meet Mordecai's, "Yes!"

Mordecai slapped Rigby's ass and continued the quick pace. He loved watching Rigby come apart at the seams. To see his selfish little prick of a best friend be reduced to a muddle of moans and pleas because of him was absolute ecstasy for Mordecai. He wanted to be the only one who saw this side of Rigby, and he'd make sure that no one would ever see it again.

"Much better than that fucker, Jeremy right?" Mordecai breathed, bending low and hovering over Rigby's lips.

Rigby, who was way too far gone to speak, nodded in response.

"I don't know what you saw in that guy," Mordecai said, snapping his hips deep into Rigby.

Rigby cried out and twisted his hands in the sheets, "We…" he started, taking a ragged breath to collect his thoughts, "weren't even… like that. Ngh," Rigby grunted reaching for his own cock.

Mordecai snatched up Rigby's wrists again and pinned them up above his head with one hand. He rolled his hips in and out of Rigby, slamming against the spot that drove Rigby insane.

"So what were you two, then?"

Rigby writhed under Mordecai moaning and closing his eyes as stars exploded behind his lids.

"Just fuck buddies!" Rigby screamed, his voice cracking and his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Fuck he was close, and if Mordecai kept fucking him, "Right there, right t-there," Rigby begged, his eyes closed and cock twitching.

Mordecai grinned and grabbed at Rigby's needy cock. It barely took one stroke for the brunette to cum all over his own stomach. Mordecai watched with greedy eyes as Rigby came with a cry and he continued to fuck him through his orgasm. He loved the way Rigby tightened around him when he came, the way that Rigs seemed to get more and more perfect with every thrust.

Mordecai was pretty close himself. He wanted to mark Rigby in the most primitive way he could. Fuck him and breed him deep, a way that no one had ever done. He filled Rigby completely and continued to fuck him deep until he was teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Rigby, say it again," Mordecai said, his voice deep and needy in Rigby's ear.

Rigby was lucid but he somehow knew exactly what Mordecai meant, so he did what he was told, "I love you."

"Again," Mordecai ordered, fucking him faster.

"I love you," Rigby moaned, "Mordecai, I love you."

That was all he needed. That one last declaration sent Mordecai over the edge and he was cumming deep inside of Rigby.

"I love you too, Rigs."


They had just laid there afterwards, Rigby's head tucked under Mordecai's chin and his arms wrapped around Mordecai's torso. It was only after several minutes of silence that Rigby finally broke the comfortable silence.

"You know," he started, propping his chin on Mordecai's chest and looking up at him, "Jeremy actually isn't that bad."

Mordecai glared down at Rigby as soon as the name escaped his lips.

"I don't want to hear that name right now," Mordecai growled.

"No seriously!" Rigby said again, "You know all that stuff he did earlier… I think he was just trying to make you jealous."

Mordecai rolled his eyes, "Yeah… and?"

"He was just trying to help me out," Rigby said with a sigh, "I feel bad for him."

"Why?"

It was Rigby's turn to roll his eyes. He sighed again and laid back down, looking up at the ceiling. "You don't get it. Jeremy and I were never a 'thing'," Rigby said using air quotes, "We were just using each other because we both in love with our best friends and they didn't love us back."

The words stabbed Mordecai and he immediately understood everything. Well, didn't he feel like an asshole?

"Ah fuck," Mordecai groaned, rubbing his eyes with the hand that wasn't tucked under Rigby. "So the text and all of that shit was to help me realize that I like you too?"

Rigby laughed, "I don't know what you're talking about, but yes, that's exactly what he was doing."

"Does this mean I have to apologize?" Mordecai asked.

"Only if you don't want to be douchebag," Rigby laughed again.

"Ugh."

Apologizing was the last thing he wanted to do… but Mordecai wasn't a complete jerk. He'd go over and apologize…

Eventually.