Misfit

"I love you too Drew. I dont wanna leave you, there is no guarantee ill be back or that you will be here when I come back."

Quinton removed Matt's boxers and softly blew on the head of his erection.

"Mike, even if you die, I will stay here. Waiting." Drew sighed.

Matt fisted the sheets as a low moan passed his lips.

"D-Drew I dont want you t-to be alone." Mike whimpered, he hated leaving Drew like this.

"Mattie, what do ya want me to do?" He asked, Cheshire grin in place.

"Well I'll be alone and I just have to deal with that..." Drew sighed.

"I want you to make love to me." Matt breathed.

Mike snuggled closer to Drew. This would be hell and he knew it, they both did. This would make them or break them

Quinton laughed.
"All in good time Matt, now you dont want my hot mouth on you?"

"I don't want you to go... I don't want to be alone...." Drew frowned.

"That'll work too..." Matt breathed.

"Quincy will keep you company, you can see Quinton and im sure I can talk Savannah into coming over, she adores Paige."

Quinton slowly let his tongue trace the pulsating vein that ran the length of Matt's cock.

"Sure, they're great people but they aren't you. They aren't my boyfriend." Drew frowned.

Matt let out a small "ohh" as he glanced down at Quinton with lust clouded eyes.

"Im your fiance....."
Mike, even though miserable, was proud of that.

Quinton laughed and took the head in his mouth, sucking and licking, cleaning it of the pre cum.

"Yes that's what I meant... it just hurts to say cause I know you may never be more than my fiance... I won't get to say I do and become Drew Mizanin..."

Matt moaned and his back arched up slightly.

"It was going to be a surprise but...I have a wedding for us planned. I was going to tell you tomorrow and im sorry its so sudden I just," Mike sighed. "I didnt want to leave without doing what I have dreamed of doing for so long."

Quinton deep throated Matt, letting his arousal bump the back of his throat.

Drew's eyes filled with tears, mostly of joy. He nodded.
"Please."

"Q-quinton..." God that was a hard name to moan. He needed to shorten it. Matt laughed to himself.

"I want to take your name though, think of it as a going away gift even if im the one going away."

Quinton liked that, he loved how Matt said it.
He laughed, sending vibrations around Matts member.

"No." Drew shook his head. "I want to take yours. So if you die I will always be Drew Mizanin. I want something like that to remind me of us."

"Y-you need a shorter n-name." Matt moaned with a smile.

Mike sighed but nodded. The name would change if Drew remarried. Then it would be like Mike was never there.

Quinton pulled back.
"I happen to like my name and you have better not yell Quincy."

Drew gave a small smile. At least he could have that.

Matt whimpered when he pulled away.
"I like it too. It's just hard to get out when I just need to scream something. And if I decide to shorten it, i'll say Quinn, not Quincy." He smirked.

Mike sighed and hugged Drew.
He was going to die.

Quinton knead Matt's cheeks with his thumb before letting his tongue circle Matt's hole.

Drew held Mike close. He was thinking the same thing. He was going to be a widow before he even turned nineteen...

"F-fuck!" Matt exclaimed, he had not been expecting that.

"Drew...If I die, where will you bury me?"
He didnt want to be on some meaningless plot of land.

Quinton laughed as he continued to tease Matt with his tongue.

"I was actually going to talk to you about that... I heard that if you creamate someone, they can make the ashes into some sort of necklace or piece of jewelry. Would you mind that?"

"G-god..." Matt shuddered at the feel of Quinton's tongue. No one had ever done this to him before.

"You want to wear me like jewelry?"
Mike had not idea why Drew would want that. He had never loved cremation, he didnt want to be burned but if Drew wanted it...

"Nah. Say please."
Matt had no idea how good Quinton could make him feel.

"I'd want you to be with me everywhere I went..." Drew trailed off. "But if you don't want to, it is overall your decision. It's your body..."

"Please! Please, please, please!" Matt practically screamed.

Mike sighed and nodded, he would let Drew do it. Good thing he would be dead, he really hated that idea. He did not want his body to burn up.

"So cute."
Quinton finally let his tongue flick inside.

"Mike, I can tell ya don't like that. This is why I asked you before I just went and did it."

"Mmm." A small smile played on Matt's lips as his need was finally satisfied.

"Its fine Drew, ill be dead anyways. I was just irked by the idea of my body being burnt."

Quinton let his experienced tongue massage Matt's walls while it stretched him.