Misfit

Drew pulled Mike into his arms, still sobbing uncontrollably.
"You're l-leaving..."

Matt cupped Quinton's face in his hands and kissed him softly.
"Now you start talkin' again. Why don't ya sing some more?" He smiled.

Mike sighed and rested against Drew.
"I got too. I dont want to go Drew."
Mike refused to cry, he had gotten himself into this.

Quinton smiled back at him.
"I dont know what to sing."
He was very shy all of a sudden.

"T-told you this w-would happen." Drew murmured, mostly to himself.

"Well then why don't you just teach me how to play more?" Matt grinned.

"I-I know you did and I-Im sorry okay."
Mike was failing but he was trying so hard. He did not want to cry.

Quinton nodded and picked up his guitar before pulling Matt into his lap. He once ore placed the younger man's fingers on the neck before showing him some other chords.

"You're allowed to c-cry too..." Drew murmured. He felt like he was the only one upset. Mike didn't care he had to leave...

"Okay, you don't have to teach me anymore... as long as I can stay in your lap." Matt smiled.

Mike bit his lip.
"I-I can't. I have to be s-strong for you and th-this is my fault. I-I had it coming."

Quinton's cheeks flamed. He gently sat the guitar aside before picking Matt up bridal style.
"Anything you want to do or anywhere you wanna be while you sit in my lap."

"You d-don't have to be s-strong Mike." Drew sighed.

"Not in particular." Well there was one thing, but all hope of that had been lost when he told Quinton of his past.

Mike let go. Mike buried his head into Drew's chest and sobbed brokenly. He was leaving to go die. He would never be home again.

Quinton pouted.
"Im sure there is something you want to do. What ever it is dont be scared to say so."

Drew trembled as he held on to his fiance.
"W-we'll never have o-our wedding..."

"I..." Matt blushed as he looked down. "I was hoping to finish what we sort of started last night. But I don't blame you if you don't want to after what I told you. And I don't want you to think that's all I want from you..."

Mike cried harder. "I-I dont want t-to just in c-case I dont c-come home I dont w-want you to be a w-widower s-so young."

Quinton grinned and carried Matt to there bed room and laid him on the bed.
"If you wanted a quick fuck you will be disappointed because I refuse to fuck you."
No but Quinton would make love to him.

"B-but I want to before you d-die..." Drew cried.

Matt looked up at him.
"I don't want a quick fuck..."

Mike sobbed. He did not want to die, he wanted to stay and marry the love of his life and raise there baby.

"Well good because you cant have one."
He stuck his tongue out playfully.
"But ill tell ya what I will do. Ill make love to you if thats what you want."

Drew held Mike tighter.
"Y-you can't go.."

Matt froze as his stomach did a backflip.
"I-i'd like that."

"I-Its either war or p-prison, e-either way im g-gone!" He wailed into Drew's chest.

Quinton grinned and kissed Matt softly.
"If I do this though, you ARE mine."

Drew shook with silent sobs as he held his lover.
"Mike I love y-you."

Matt nodded.
"I'm already yours."

"I-I love you t-too Drew."
Mike was everything but silent.

Quinton's heart swelled at the words. He was sure he was falling in love.

Drew simply sat there shaking as he held Mike.
What would he do without Mike here? He'd lose his fucking mind that's what.

Matt propped himself up on his elbows to kiss Quinton softly.

Mike looked over the paper. In one week he was gone. The dead line was one week.
He needed to do all he could for Drew, get him ready and take care of Paige and somehow make sure Mrs.McIntyre would take care of Drew.

One week. He had one week left with the love of his life. Seven little days. 168 hours... And Mike was gone. Possibly never coming back...

"D-Drew, I-Im s-scared." Mike sobbed. He had not been like this since Drew was raped. He needed Drew to comfort him, to love him but he knew this was bad for Drew too.

Quinton crawled on top of Matt and trailed kissed down his neck. Stopping ever once in a while to suck and leave a nice red and purple hickey.

"I'm scared too..." Drew cried.
Drew was determined to make this week last. When he told his mother she was horrified but agreed to watch Paige for the entire week so Mike and Drew could spend as much time together as possible.

Matt let out a small moan, holding Quinton close to him.

Mike had made sure Drew would be taken care of. Quincy agreed to take on his jobs and just because Quincy was a good man he would work but he would give Drew all the money. Mike at the moment way laid up in bed. He was miserable, he did NOT want to die.

Quinton slowly slid Matt's shirt off before dropping kisses on ever available inch of skin he could reach.

Drew crawled into bed beside his lover and held him tight.

Matt smiled at him, running his fingers through Quinton's hair.

Mike whimpered and attached himself to Drew. He was trying to to cry but it was so hard. Everything was so hard. God hated him.

Quinton then slowly slid Matt's pants off before mouthing him through his boxers.

"I love you. So much." Drew whispered.

Matt groaned, boxers wet from the precum that began leaking out of his arousle.