And this is it. The last hurrah. Enjoy.

- Epilogue –

"We need an EMT to the stage."

Logan smirked as he heard the call go out over the radio. He grabbed his gear and headed for the stage, where the stage manager was waiting for him impatiently. He followed him to a curtained area where he found Kendall seated with his shirt off.

"Let me have the room," he asked, and let the curtain close behind him. As he turned, he found Kendall smiling, before he leaned down to kiss him.

He made the motions of opening his kit, "Are you even hurt?"

"Of course," he said, motioning to his bicep. "Otherwise this would be a complete abuse of power. I already made them hire you for the whole tour, I probably shouldn't push my luck."

"And yet…" Logan answered as he examined a thin scratch along Kendall's arm. It hadn't even drawn blood. "If the scratch is on your arm, why is your shirt off?"

"Well that was for you darling," he said, as Logan put a bandage over the scratch. It was a waste of his skills, but he was so glad they were together. Kendall leaned up to kiss him again, "Meet me after the encore?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked, teasing.

Kendall raised his left hand, showing off a platinum band, "Nope! Not anymore."

Logan realized as he watched Kendall disappear into the stage lights, that he was so incredibly in love. He knew it was true all the time, but sometimes he could feel it especially strongly, and it was radiant. He remembered the pain he used to feel in its absence, and knew that it had all been worth it, to be standing here on the side of the stage, hearing Kendall sing their song. The song he had dedicated to Logan, which of course had been another hit.

Logan hummed along as he headed back to their bus. When they decided to tour on their honeymoon, Carlos had threatened to put tin cans on the back of the bus but had decided against it. Still, everyone on tour knew there was a very strong 'Do Not Disturb' order in place outside of showtime.

He entered the bus, turning on the lights before dimming them again. He changed into pajamas as he heard the last notes and the crowds last cheers. He went to work opening a bottle of wine and setting out glasses, before turning on soft indie music.

By the time Kendall arrived from the stage, he had finished half a glass. His husband was so buzzed from the performance that he didn't notice the arrangement.

"It was a good show," he said, as he continued to towel sweat off his neck. "I almost forgot to tell you, Aunt Elinor called to give me her apple crisp recipe. She says it's your favorite. I hope you know she likes me more than she likes you."

Finally, he turned to tease Logan, and instead saw him smoldering in the dark, "Oh. Oh."

"Yes, now come here," Logan ordered. Kendall smirked, discarding the towel and his shirt before approaching his husband on the sofa. He placed a knee on each side of Logan's waist as he held Kendall's hips as Kendall leaned in, kissing him deeply as he ground into him.

"And what's all this about?" Kendall asked, as they broke apart to remove Logan's shirt as well.

Logan surprised him by picking him up, carrying him toward the bed, "Somehow we're going to make up all that lost time."