The Librarian – Epilogue

Author’s note: Okay, I just couldn’t leave well enough alone. This is really how I want to end the series. It doesn’t rage with sex, but that’s my style of writing; character relations mean a lot more to me. I hope you enjoy.



Daniel and Peter continued their loving relationship, although things began to change as they got older. They still hadn’t come out, and didn’t intend to. Daniel’s mother, Carter and Alex were the only ones who knew about them.

Still fearing Carter’s threat, Alex had kept his mouth shut. He left Peter alone and didn’t mention anything about their July encounter to anyone, though his eyes still wandered over Peter’s body during his senior year as they ran cross-country. It didn’t matter anyway; Alex was graduating and off to college, where he’d surely find the playing field even more interesting.

In their junior year, Alex now gone, Daniel noticed that Peter had experienced a growth-spurt. He was taller, nearly six feet, stronger and bigger in every way. He also had to shave, growing real whiskers on his face.

Daniel, on the other hand, was still waiting. Little came; only an inch in height and, looking down, not much else there, either. Even though now 17, his body just wouldn’t change.

The summers were hot and dull, but Daniel always went to the library, where he read for hours. Despite the heat, Peter ran, working on his cross-country skills. He wanted the state title in his final year, and expected to be given the team leadership role. Occasionally, they would swim together in Lake George, where Daniel, not surprisingly, always won any race they challenged each other to. They enjoyed the time they spent together, yet both could somehow feel that they were slowly drifting apart.

Beginning their senior year, Daniel remained the quiet, introverted person he always was. No one took notice of it. Peter, on the other hand, was less diplomatic than before, if that was even possible. He spent more time with the jocks, bragging up his skills, and even began flirting with girls, who showered him with attention.

Daniel could tell that Peter loved it, sucking up the admiration like a sponge. He was going to be team captain in the Spring, and lead the cross-country team to victory, finally winning the state title. The kudos would be enormous and plentiful. Daniel wished his best for Peter, and hoped that his dreams came true.

Casting his thoughts aside, Daniel diligently prepared for his college exams, while Peter focused on other things. He became enveloped in the aura of popularity. Built well, strong and good-looking, Peter now commanded the attention of most, except the teachers. He was always an above-average student, but his grades were falling as he lapsed into self-adoration.

Both had taken their SAT exams in the Spring of their junior year. Daniel earned an outstanding score, while Peter fell below average. He didn’t care; cross-country was the only thing on his mind. In late October, they also took their ACT exams, and waited for the results.

It was early December, and Daniel trimmed the Christmas tree as he always had since his father was killed. The fireplace was gently burning, filling the living room with a special glow and warmth. He felt so much at home as he relaxed on the couch, taking in the sweet fir scent of the tree. Daniel knew that he was going to college next year, and would never experience this again, at least not in the same way.

Daniel’s mind wandered back to the library when he first met Carter, who broke the rule and read his story, yet gave him his first kiss, and more. In his mind, he relived the same excitement and anxiety he felt when Carter arrived unexpectedly, covered with those huge snowflakes. His body still trembled as he remembered Carter unwrapping him as his gift. The gentle, caring touch, soft voice and loving caresses swirled through his mind. He wanted that back, yet knew those days were gone. God, how he still loved him.

Lost in thought, Daniel barely heard the bell ring. After hearing it twice, he jumped up from the couch and answered the door, not knowing what to expect. “How you doin’, dick-licker?” Peter asked.

His question wasn’t arrogant or demeaning, but somehow cold and detached. Daniel could immediately feel some hidden pain in those few words, and looked into his face, gazing at the honey sparkles in his eyes. “I’m fine, pecker-eater,” Daniel softly replied.

Peter shoved his way past Daniel and into the house, plopping onto the couch. He began staring into the fireplace as Daniel sat near him. They quietly remained next to each other, not saying a word. Daniel was concerned.

“Get your scores?” Peter asked. “Yes, I did,” Daniel replied.

Peter hesitated, the fireplace beginning to comfort him. “I sucked,” he said. “I’m going to win the cross-country state title this year, but no college is ever going to accept me, at least not one worth going to.