Hey, my lovelies!! Yep, the epilogue is here!🎉 So, this is officially the end of this story. I have mixed feelings about it. I am relieved to be able complete it, which also means I can start a new story! But I am sad at the same time. There are so many memories embedded to this story that ending it feels like ending a huge chapter of my own life. But everything that has a beginning has an end too. And this is it.💕

Some of you had texted me after last chapter and reminded me that I once said I would write a sequel to this story which would involve Edward, Johnny's brother, more. Umm, yeah, I definitely had a plan and though I can't promise anything but if the course of my life settles down a bit and I have more time, I would write what I planned before. But no promises can be made. I hope you guys will understand.

Thank you, all of you, silent and non silent readers, regular and irregular readers, old and new readers for loving these boys and staying with this story till the end. And of course, for motivating me to write. I love you all.😍💞💝

To those who have been silent, if you have time, drop a goodbye, to let me know you were with this story. 

Lastly, I have made a request to all of you at the Author's Note, at the end of the chapter. It won't take long to read. Please, have a look.

Thank you once again. Hope you enjoy the read.

And let's meet at another story again!

Here is a poem, written by a reader, @Shobha91, who dedicated it to the story. I don't know if she is still reading the story, but thank you so much for such wonderful lines!💝

"I want to be blind to this world

Blind to human figures

Blind to emotions seen with naked eyes

I want to see the world through your eyes

Feel the unseen emotions

Feel your insecurities

I want to see the colorful world with my eyes

And see the colorless world with your eyes

Let's get colored in each other's hues."

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Blind- EPILOGUE

Timmy moaned and clawed at Johnny's back as a particularly hard upward push rocked his whole body. Buried deep inside him, Johnny's arms were underneath his shoulder blades to get a good leverage point as his hips bucked vigorously.

They were both getting closer.

Johnny's face was pressed under Timmy's jaw, biting and licking the soft skin there. Timmy had his legs wrapped around Johnny's moving waist, to feel his cock to the deepest recess of his passage.

"Touch....yourself," Johnny panted as he pulled out his cock almost all the way, only the tip remained connected. "Touch your cock," and he slammed all the way in a single push, hitting Timmy's prostrate. The bed rocked from the impact.

"Ca- hhnnnnn- can't." Timmy groaned, "Too mmmu- ohhhhhh-" The words turned into a scream when Johnny took Timmy's earlobe into his mouth and began to suck on it. Timmy's ears were the most sensitive. He could get hard if only Johnny rubbed his ears. And now, impaled on Johnny's cock, that gesture threw him on a sensory overload.

"Baby...," Johnny husked into his ear, hot breath moistening the already sweat sleek hair on his temple.

Timmy bit into the hard muscle of Johnny's shoulder.

Electricity shot through Johnny at the sting. He lifted his neck to look into the sex glazed expression on his boyfriend's face, "You want harder?"

Timmy rode off the two hard push and pull that followed the question and groaned out, "Ye-yeah!"

"How hard? Tell...oh fuck....fuck...tell me!"

"Hard," Timmy choked out, "hard."

Instead of increasing the speed, Johnny slowed down and began to gyrate his hips. Timmy's body arched up from the bed, baring open the expanse of his throat. Promptly Johnny's tongue was latched onto the skin as he started sucking a spot there.

"Jo- ahhh- aaahhh- Johnny, don- don't stop!" Timmy whined and tightened his legs around to make his point.

"Say it and I won't.....say it, baby," Johnny spoke the words against the raised flesh of Timmy's nipple and swirled his tongue around the nub.

Timmy's hips bucked upwards in a convulsive manner and his face scrunched up, "Nnnnnn- no!"

Johnny stopped all motions immediately. It took Timmy a few seconds to grasp what was happening and he whimpered.

"No, Johnny! Don'- oh," he tried to push from the bottom but Johnny did not relent even though his whole body protested against the sudden stall.

Pressing his own cheek against Timmy's, Johnny said, "Say it." It was not a request this time.

Half groaning, half screaming, Timmy hugged Johnny's body tighter, closer and yelled out, "Fuck me harder!"

A Cheshire grin tore across Johnny's, "Your wish is my command, darling!" And he kissed Timmy's bitten lips before picking up the pace with one go.

With every push their entwined bodies slid up and hit the padded headboard and with every pull the the bed swayed like a boat. Sweat pooled between their pressed torsos; Timmy's trapped length rubbed roughly by Johnny's moving abdomen.

The room was filled with moans and the smell of sex.

After a while their movements turned erratic. Johnny could feel the inside muscles of Timmy clamping down his hardness. It was warm, so warm and tight. His body trembled, waiting to tip over the edge.

"I'm- 'm near...I'm close," it took everything for Johnny to coax out those few words and even greater effort to move his hand and bring it between them to touch Timmy's manhood.

As soon as Johnny's clammy, shaking fingers wrapped around Timmy's cock, his entire body arched like a bow and stilled for a moment.......then he began to come. His body convulsed from the forced of his climax, coating Johnny's fingers with warm whiteness.

Feeling the shuddering body of his lover underneath, Johnny's own orgasm hit him like a freight train, raking his entire body, filling Timmy with his potent ejaculation.

They stayed like that, still joined in the most intimate way, for a long moment, riding off the post coital high together, in each other's numb limbs.

"Baby-" Johnny's smug voice was cut off by a sharp, "Not a word."

Johnny grinned against Timmy's collarbone and crawled up to look at his boyfriend.

Timmy was glowing. His hair was plastered to his forehead, cheeks his flushed crimson, mouth open, eyes closed, unmoving. He was ethereal.

"You said the words," Johnny said and when Timmy's lips moved to spew out some protest, he dipped in and placed an open mouthed kiss on his slack lips, licking every crack and corner with his tongue before inserting it inside and deepening the kiss. Slowly Timmy began to respond and soon they were kissing like there was no tomorrow. But the sex was really too strenuous for them to go on any longer and they broke the kiss with huffed out breaths. Johnny dropped down beside Timmy and took his spent cock out. His bones had tuned to jelly.

"You are evil!" Timmy scoffed or tried to because his voice was breathy and it sounded more like a remark.

This was one thing Johnny had been trying to ease out for the past three months they had been together. Timmy was shy, plain and simple. That man loved sex, loved when Johnny touched him, pleasured him but heaven forbade if Johnny ever asked him to express his desire or lust.

He had serious issues calling their sex as fucking. Got constipation the few times he had to say "I love you" back. And the more he resisted the more Johnny found ways to make him say those things. It had become almost like a game between them. Needless to say, Johnny could never withstand the effect of Timmy's huge eyes and downturned lips but in the throes of passion like today's, he sometimes tasted victory by successfully making Timmy desperate enough to say those things.

Johnny smiled silently and slow blinked at the ceiling.

These past months had not been smooth for either of them, especially for him. He wanted to come back with Timmy right away that time when the later visited him in Shanghai for the first time. But he had the responsibility of the office and needed to wrap things up before moving back.

Things did not go as he had imagined when it was time to tell his dad that he wanted to quit the business. His father gave him the ultimatum to either shoulder the responsibility he was given or be disowned. Johnny personally had no problem with leaving the family....except his mother fell ill when he said he would choose the later. It was a mess of a situation and he suspected that his mother had orchestrated the whole falling sick drama.

And of course, Timmy, Mr. Righteous, told him he would remove himself from Johnny's life if he cost him his family. Hah. As if he was some kind of USB drive.

Without seeing any other way out, and with Reina's insistence and considerable yelling, Johnny finally, very reluctantly, confided in his brother.

And Eddie's smug face was enough to make him regret his decision immediately. It turned smugger when Johnny had to tell him the real reason of his decision.

"I always knew something was not right when you could not keep a girlfriend for more than a week," he had said with that all knowing smirk that Johnny wanted to punch off of his face.

"I am not gay, I never was," he groused.

Edward nodded thoughtfully stirring the spoon into his teacup, "Yes, of course, because leaving your family, abandoning your heritage for the love of a man does not make you homosexual." He looked up and smiled sweetly at Johnny, "At least, it's not an erectile dysfunction. I am greatly relieved."

A punch, just a punch was all Johnny needed.

However, Edward indeed solved the problem by simply showing a progress graph to their father and calculating in percentage how high the chances were of Johnny to ruin their company within a month. It was almost ninety two percentages.

Even though it finally helped for their father to change his mind but Johnny still wanted to punch his bastard of a brother.

Now, three months later, he was living with Timmy, at Timmy's flat, well most of the time, and managing a new pet project of their company in Beijing.

"You are evil."

Timmy's groggy voice pulled him out of the memory lane.

"Am I?" Still lingering along the days when he finally came back to Beijing and spent their first night together, Johnny asked absently.

He was still lying on his back, eyes on the beams of moonlight painted on the beige plaster. Suddenly, a warm hand touched his face and turned him towards his left where Timmy was. Fingers traced his eyes, his mouth, taking in the expression.

Johnny kissed the palm when it came over his lips, "What?"

Timmy's eyes were open; the black pupils glowed like two onyx orbs in the shadowy darkness. He did not answer for a long time, just kept his hand on Johnny's cheek. They looked at each other silently. Vision and touch merged together to make a new language.

"You're not evil," Timmy whispered suddenly, almost shy.

"I'm not?"

A shake of head.

"Then what am I?"

After a moment Timmy burrowed his own face into the pillow.

Johnny smiled widened. If there was light, he knew, Timmy's skin would look tomato red.

"What am I?" he asked again, not insistent but not aloof either.

Timmy shook his head.

Still keeping the hand into his grip, Johnny put it over his lips when he uttered, "What am I?"

"Mine," came a very muffled, small voice from the pillow.

XOXOXOX

"You don't have rehearsals this evening, do you?" Johnny asked bending down to tie his shoelace.

With Johnny's encouragement, Timmy had joined a local music group that had formed their own orchestra and their first recital after his joining was coming up.

Timmy was peeling a tangerine. He shook his head in negation.

"Let's eat out tonight."

Timmy popped a part of the fruit into his mouth, "Okay. That Korean place? Or the Noodle House? I'll go there straight from-"

"It's...a new place," Johnny interjected, elbows on knees, watching his boyfriend minutely.

Timmy's movements faltered. They both knew Timmy absolutely abhorred the idea of eating out, especially to a new restaurant. The two eateries he mentioned before were their regulars and were very mediocre. He was leaning against the dining table casually before but went rigid as soon as Johnny said those words.

Eyes hovering a foot above the floor, Timmy blinked a few times, "New-.......but you know-"

"I know," Johnny hastily placated, "I know that you don't like it but it opened last month and the atmosphere is really great."

"You have been there?" Timmy asked without judgment. He knew Johnny sometimes needed to meet business clients in such places.

"No, I haven't. I have heard rave reviews about it. I want to go there with you."

"Then why don't you go with your friends?"

Johnny sighed and made it audible. He needed to play it right. "Never mind, let's just.....never mind." he got up and took his bag.

Immediately Timmy was able to sense the change. "Johnny...." He trailed off, turned towards where Johnny stood near him.

Oh god, he was going straight to hell by guilt tripping his innocent Timmy like this but this needed to be done. "It's just......I liked to go to such places but I have stopped now." No matter what, he could not make himself say, "because of you." "But sometimes when I see a good place, I think of going there...with you." He paused and poured a martyr like smile into his words, "let's just forget I said anything." He leaned closer and pecked Timmy on the lips, "Be careful on your way to school, all right? Text me when you reach there and I'll buy dinner tonight. Love you," he kissed again and slowly, as slow as he could manage without being obvious, headed to the door.

"Wait!"

Johnny closed his eyes in relief. Finally. "Yes?" he asked, turning and saw a deep frown settled upon Timmy's brows.

"Where is this restaurant?" he asked, voice reflecting every bit of reluctance he felt.

"235 JinTao Street," Johnny answered promptly.

"That's too far from my school. Will you pick me up from the school or.."

"Oh no no, you need to come home to change-"

He stopped looking at the expression on Timmy's face.

"Johnny?"

"Yes?"

"Exactly how fancy this place is?"

"Erm...."

XOXOXOX

When Johnny arrived at Timmy's flat, the other man was ready and waiting for him. With an unusually sullen face. Johnny hesitated. Was it worth making Timmy this unhappy even though he had high hopes for the evening?

"Hey?"

"Let's go, then," Timmy replied without greeting back.

Johnny went to him and pulled him into his arms.

"We don't have to go. I'll rather eat porridge with you at home than have you look like someone has killed your kitten."

Timmy frowned and tried to push him away, "Stop with your horrible metaphors. Let's go and get it done with."

"A date with me is something to get over with, Mr. Xu?" Johnny teased.

"Your narcissism does not need any more stoking, Mr. Huang," Timmy retorted back.

Johnny gave out a loud laugh and hugged Timmy tight and rocking their bodies side to side.

"I'm always a beggar when it comes to you."

"Says the man who bought this over priced jacket. It itches, you know," Timmy whined.

Johnny smoothened his hands over the soft material of the blazer that had black motifs over white base and said, "No, it doesn't."

Timmy was quiet and Johnny had a feeling he was about to say something important. He was right.

"Don't you....don't you feel uneasy taking me to such nice places?"

After knowing the man for so long, Johnny was accustomed with his sudden bouts of insecurities. Without batting an eye he asked, "What's there to be uneasy about?"

"I embarrass myself in front of others."

"How? By being you?"

"I'm an embarrassment."

"You might think that but I don't."

"Others do."

"No, they don't and even if half of the planet tells a lie, believes in a lie, that does not turn that lie into a truth, Timmy. You not having the proper facility to function in some places should be the shame of the society that does not think equally, does not include everyone. That's not your cross to bear."

Timmy stayed quiet for a while, then remarked, "Are you trying to make a rebel out of me?"

"And what if I am?" Johnny asked with a chuckle.

"Then I'll just say you're barking up your own tree."

And just like that the gloom was lifted and they laughed and teased and kissed.

XOXOXOX

There was not much talking during the drive. Being silent together was never a problem between them but tonight it was charged with Timmy's discomfort. Johnny just hopped by the end of this date, Timmy would be smiling if everything went right.

Johnny had already reserved them a table; on arrival, they were shown to their corner. The establishment was a sophisticated one with different levels for different clientele, depending upon their tastes. The one Johnny chose had a musical theme. They played both eastern and western classical instrumental in the background. The sound was mild enough not to hinder the private conversation but soothing at the same time.

The hall was spacious with considerable distance between tables. The décor had a black, silver and gold coloured theme.

Johnny's hand was on the small of Timmy's back as they were led to their table.

"Do you know what is playing? I think I've hear you play this piece," Johnny asked, mostly to divert Timmy's mind.

Timmy listened for a second, face turning towards where he though the sound coming from and replied, "I don't think I've played it for you. It's one of Chopin's."

They reached and he took the chair out for Timmy to sit, acting the role of a proper boyfriend to the T, and had the amused satisfaction of seeing Timmy's ears turn pink.

A server, who was to attend them, was standing discreetly away and to Johnny's nod he nodded back and left.

As Timmy did not drink, Johnny sometimes did not take wine or whatever alcoholic beverage he preferred while they were out. While making the reservation, when he was asked to chose a wine, he forewent it and asked them to serve some non alcoholic Paloma Fizz which Timmy loved when they had it once before. Might not be the usual dinner drink but who cared? This evening was all about making his boyfriend happy.

The server came with their drinks and handed them their menu. Timmy took it with a small nod and a tight smile and Johnny told the server that it would be a moment before they order. The young man smiled with a nod and left.

Timmy was about to put the menu on the table when Johnny said, "Won't you eat?" and took a sip of his fizz. Voice carefully casual.

Timmy's eyes rose from the table to Johnny's collar button. This was another feat Johnny had achieved: to make Timmy wear his clear glasses while they were out in a public place. He loved to look at those eyes.

"What do you mean?" Timmy asked with a confused frown.

"You have to order if you are going to eat. So, what are you having?"

Timmy blinked, then blinked some more. The line of his lips had begun to purse. "Read it to me," he said in a clipped tone.

"You have the menu. Read for yourself."

Timmy froze so quickly as though a switch had been turned off. Eyes still at Johnny's chest, he just sat there for a moment. Then gradually the blood drained from his face, sweat beads formed on his upper lip and his opened closed his mouth but no words came out immediately.

It took Johnny his everything not to go and hug Timmy.

"Johnny?"

The amount of shock, hurt and confusion infused in that single word was heart wrenching.

"Trust me," Johnny's voice had gone quiet, almost whispery.

Timmy's face was full of betrayed pain. "Johnny?" he pleaded.

Johnny shot out his hand and held the balled fist that was the table, "Trust me. Timmy, trust me."

Timmy closed his eyes and his lips curled inward from the effort of suppressing his emotions, nostrils flaring. Finally, with a deep breath, his eyes opened, moved his hand away from Johnny's grasp and with slow, halting pace took the catalogue again. His head bowed down, face tightened to take the impending humiliation.

Johnny was sitting on the edge of his seat, both forearms on the table, leaning forward from the tension. He was watched Timmy like a hawk.

Resigned to his fate, Timmy opened the cover and slowly put his fingers on the page inside.

And promptly snatched his hand back as if burned.

His head snapped up and wide eyes stared ahead.

"Go on," Johnny urged.

Timmy lowered his head again, with eagerness this time, and placed his hand on the page.

Braille dots were what he felt under his fingertips.

He swiped over them and yes, they were words. He dragged his hand at the top and more dots that spelt the name of the restaurant. He felt down and there were names; some of them known to him, some new, fancy foreign delicacies. He brushed his fingers against them a few more times, not really reading but feeling what it was like for the people would could see and order for themselves.

He sat like that and felt his eyes getting heavier. He swallowed, then again, then again.

Johnny became anxious when no reaction came from the opposite.

"Timmy?"

"This-" Timmy's voice choked and his Adam's apple bobbed, face still lowered, "This is the first time...." He stopped and lifted his head.

The sheen of tears was visible to Johnny who stretched his hand on the table towards his boyfriend, unconsciously reaching out.

"This is the first time I am reading a menu," Timmy said and gave a watery laugh that spoke of his disbelief.

Johnny's eyes moistened up too. Timmy was twenty seven. He had passed twenty seven years of his life in a civilized society, that prided itself for its progress, without being able to read a simple food catalogue at a restaurant.

"Thank you," Timmy said, oblivious to Johnny's heart ache.

Johnny shook his head, too choked up to voice his reply. "No, thank you for trusting me."

And trust Timmy did. He could have left, could have refused and Johnny would not have pressured him. But knowing he might end up being humiliated beyond measure, Timmy still decided to take the leap of faith and Johnny could not thank his luck enough.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Timmy asked, smiling, "Or do they provide Brailled version?"

"Of course, I did. I had it made especially for you. I'm the best!" Johnny joked or tried to because despite the words his voice lost the sass mid way and fell flat.

And Timmy caught on that. "Yes, you are," he said.

Looking at this perfect, amazing person sitting opposite, whom he had the luck of calling his own, Johnny cleared his throat and straightened up, "So, are you going to just sit there or will we get down to eating some time tonight?"

Timmy chuckled and started to read the catalogue but he stopped and reached his hand on the table towards Johnny, who caught it immediately. Their fingers covered each other.

"Thank you."

"For what? Printing that for you?"

"For giving me a chance."

Johnny stared at their joined hands. Then looked up and smiled.

"The world that has taught you that you should be the one needing a chance is blind, Timmy. It's actually the other way around."

He felt a light squeeze on his hand and heard Timmy say, "I love you, you know."

"Do you? I didn't know that! You never said that. Can you repeat it one more time so that I can record and have a proof?"

"Oh, shut up and let me see what food we should have tonight. I'm going to order for us both," Timmy said with visible pride and satisfaction on his face. "By the way, can I keep it? I want to frame it and hang it on the wall."

"Sure. We can hang it beside the photo I took after our first night. You snuggling on my chest, all naked and plaint and-"

"You did what?"

"What? Did I say something?"

"Johnny!"

"Oh, order already. I'm hungry."

"You are not serious, are you? About the photo?"

"Mmmm, maybe."

"Oh god! I should have dumped you when I had the chance."

"The validity of your chance has expired."

"Don't I know that?"

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Aaaaand that a wrap!💗

A/N: 

So, here is my request to you: Next time you go to a restaurant, please, make a suggestion to have their menus printed in Braille, if there is no way for the blind people to read their catalogue. I know probably no one would take that suggestion but we can at least try, right? For all the Timmys out there. I have already started doing this and I hope some of you guys at least join me in this effort. Thank you!🙏💕💕