Nine Horrible Blind Dates & One Perfect
For my lovely reader from twd kinkmeme, who asked for a follow-up
Epilogue
Rick woke up in the middle of the night covered with cold sweat, remnants of an awful nightmare still in his mind. He rolled onto his back and bumped into Shane, who was peacefully snoring, dead to the world. And he'd stolen Rick's share of the blanket! They'd moved in together some time ago and were now adjusting to living with each other.
"Shane!" Rick leaned over his sleeping man and tapped him on the shoulder slightly.
"What the hell? What time is it?" Shane obviously wasn't enjoying being woken up.
"I had a bad dream. You went crazy in it and tried to kill me. It was horrible," Rick groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm going to kill you now, if you don't shut up and go to sleep! We have an early shift tomorrow, remember? Leon will definitely make some more of those obscene jokes of his when he sees my seedy face in the morning. And this time I'll punch him, mark my word!" Shane reached for Rick, trying to spoon him.
"Hey, Shane!" Rick looked up from his laptop, "Remember that site? I still get requests from them! Seems like some couple, Axel and Oscar, wants to have a threesome with me. And that's not the weirdest part. They're asking me to bring along my own slippers on a date. Don't even want to think about what that might mean… have you ever heard of such perverts?"
Shane gave him a murderous glance. "You know what? That dream of yours, about me trying to kill you? It may come true after all, if you don't delete your account from that shitty thing, once and for all. Turn the stupid laptop off and give me a hand with packing for our fishing trip tomorrow. I promised Carl that I'd teach him how to catch frogs."
Rick smiled. He really was one lucky man.
The End.
Thank you for reading!