Author's note: Here's the epilogue! I hope you have liked this. I have a few one-shots planned to bridge the gap and will start posting them soon into one story. I may add it to When the Thunder Sung Low. Just keep an eye out for them and then for I Feel the Earth Move.

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Epilogue

"Yale, Harvard, Princeton?" Dave said looking through the stack of applications his boyfriend had already filled out.

"Don't forget Columbia and Cornell." Sebastian pointed to the applications he was still working on. "I still have to do essays for all of these." He put down his pen. "Dad thinks I'll get into Harvard since he's an alum. But I'm kind of hoping for Princeton or Columbia because they are a little closer to Ohio State. I wouldn't mind Cornell. But Harvard and Yale are the big names and look good on a resume. I'm at least going to Harvard for law school."

Dave shook his head. "Well, I'm not going to have to fill out any of those things. Full ride scholarship."

"I'm proud of you, baby. I'll have to try to come to at least a game a season."

"Yeah, you will." He leaned over and kissed Sebastian. "If you want me to look over your essays, I will. I'm not the best with grammar and all that stuff, but a fresh eye can help."

"I appreciate it."

"When do you think you'll know something?"

Sebastian shrugged. "We'll just have to wait and see. Dad already talked to admissions at Harvard and I'm pretty well in there before the application. I really do think that's probably where I'll end up. But that's, like, thirteen hours away instead of seven or eight. I'll be okay, though. Wherever I go, I'm coming back to see you as often as possible."

"And I'll come see you. Probably won't be in first semester. All the football business."

"Just whenever, baby. As long as I get to see you."

"You will, babe."

"I got letters today from Yale and Princeton." Sebastian said as Dave walked into the house.

"And?"

"I haven't opened them yet. I was waiting for you." They walked up to Sebastian's bedroom.

Dave sat down on the bed. "Well, here I am. Let's see."

Sebastian picked up the letters from his desk and sat down on the bed beside his boyfriend. "I'm already accepted to Harvard like I knew I would be. And Cornell."

"Well, now you have a choice between at least two." Dave plucked the envelopes from his hands. The one from Yale was thick and the other from Princeton was much thinner. "So?"

"Open them for me?"

Dave smiled and opened the envelope with the Princeton logo on it. He read it. "'Regret to inform you…' yada yada yada. No Princeton. Sorry, babe." He opened the other envelope. "Congratulations, you now have a third option."

He sighed, "Princeton was kind of my first choice."

Dave draped an arm over his shoulders. "So with the three you are now accepted into, what is your top choice?"

"Cornell is closest. But I don't want to go there. It's the bottom of the list. Yale, I guess. But Harvard is where I plan on going to law school ultimately, so I guess…" He shrugged. "I don't know."

"Any word from Columbia?"

"It was one of the first rejection letters I got."

"Oh, right."

"I think I want to go to Yale. It's an eleven hour trip to Columbus."

"Then pick Yale."

"But Dad really wants me to go to Harvard."

"So go to Harvard."

"It's a thirteen hour drive."

"I don't know what to tell you, babe."

"I really am leaning toward Yale."

"Then go to Yale. You'll be going Harvard Law in the end anyway."
"I may not end up going there, but I'm applying anyway."

"Good. And I'll be going to some other law school more in my budget."

Sebastian leaned in and kissed him. "Can I do something to take my mind off of it?"

"What were you thinking?"

He smiled and dropped down to the floor, unbuttoning Dave's jeans.

"You haven't done that for a while." He combed his fingers through his boyfriend's hair.

"Yeah, we really haven't had a lot of time. And I'm sorry I really haven't been in the mood." He pulled down the zipper and tugged at the band.

Dave stood and let him pull his pants off. Then he sat back down and kicked his shoes and pants off.

"I wish you'd take your shirt off." Sebastian said as he stroked his length.

"I'm not built like you. No matter what I do, I still have a gut."

"And I love your gut." He pushed at his shirt. "I love everything about you."

"No sex yet."

"I didn't say anything about sex, baby." He rested his hands on Dave's thighs. "We're not there yet."

"You mean I'm not there yet."

"So." He stroked Dave some more. "I like doing this." He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over Dave's tip.

He shuddered at the contact. He combed his fingers through Sebastian's hair as he took Dave's shaft more deeply into his mouth. Dave leaned forward and ran his hands over Sebastian's back and arms.

Sebastian moved at a steady pace that he knew Dave liked. He reveled in the feel of his boyfriend's hands on his body. He sat back and his mouth came away with a faint pop. He pulled off his shirt and then took Dave into his mouth once more.

Dave resumed his touching. And now that his hands reached flesh, he used his nails.

Sebastian used one hand to stroke along with his mouth. The other hand slid up under Dave's shirt to rub his back.

Dave thrust in time to Sebastian's movements and after a few more, Dave gasped, "Baby, I'm there." And then he came in the back of Sebastian's throat with a groan.

Sebastian once again removed his mouth. He kissed Dave's thigh and then sat back. "So, I'm going to Yale."

Dave laughed. "I'm glad I could help you figure that out." He stroked Sebastian's face.

He turned his face and kissed Dave's palm. "Thank you."

"There will be eleven hours between us next year. I don't know if I can handle that."

"We'll call every day and text all the time and it won't be so bad. And it's only a few years."

Dave got up and picked up his clothes from the floor. "Do you think we can do it?" he asked as he started dressing.

Sebastian stood and put his hands on either side of Dave's face. "I'm willing to try if you are."

Dave rested their foreheads together. "Me too."

"And about the sex—"

"I want to do it soon. But not yet. I want it to be our goodbye."

"You don't need to worry. I've done it before. And I really like bottoming, so you don't have to worry about that either."

"God, Sebastian." He stepped back, blushing profusely.

"I know you've thought about that. How could you not? It's how gay sex works, baby."

"Yeah."

Sebastian cupped his cheek. "But we don't need to think about that right now if you'd rather not. Not until we actually have the more serious sex talk. Like when we actually decide to do it. I don't want to just jump right in because that's why we've waited. Because you've never done it with anyone and I've never done it with anyone that really mattered. And you matter to me a lot."

Dave leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Thanks. I need to get home. Would you like me to, um…?" He slipped his hand down Sebastian's thigh and pressed their hips together.

"I would, actually. But if you have to be home…"

"I don't need to go home right this minute." He unbuttoned Sebastian's jeans and slipped his hand into his boxers and started rubbing him with the palm of his hand.

Sebastian moaned into Dave's mouth. "I'm sorry, baby." He said just before he came just moments later. "You're too good at that."

"No, you've just been sitting there with a hard-on since I got here." He kissed Sebastian and then removed his hand from his boyfriend's pants and then fastened them once more. "I'll see you tomorrow." They shared another kiss. "My handsome bulldog."

"Bulldog?"

"Yale's mascot. You're not the only one who did research on these places, babe."

"Yeah, I look forward to being a bulldog." He barked and buried his face in Dave's neck. He growled as he kissed him. "I love you."

Dave chuckled. "I love you too."

They shared one more kiss before Dave finally left.