Misfit

"Well then I won't do it." Drew said. "Where do you want to be buried?"

Matt mewed.
"Please... make love to me..." He breathed.

"Drew baby, I can be cremated. I don't mind if its for you."
Mike snuggled closer, he would eighteen on the day he left. Eighteen and worried about dying.

Quinton stood and slowly stripped out of his clothes. He pumped his cock a time or two, smearing precum, making that his lubricant. He aligned himself with Matt.

"Promise you don't mind?" Drew asked, holding Mike.

Matt looked up at Quinton lovingly, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

"I promise baby."
He would be dead, he wanted Drew to do whatever he wanted with his body.

Quinton was ball deep in one quick thrust, he sat still and waited for Matt to adjust while he was being choked.

"Okay." Drew believed Mike. He didn't want to be lied to.

Matt screamed out in ecstasy as Quinton's huge girth was shoved inside him. It stung a bit but god, it felt amazing.
It took him a minute but he adjusted.
"M-move."

"Drew, I am going to miss you so much."
Mike rested against Drew, he wanted Drew to take him, want Drew to make love to him before he left.

Quinton kissed Matt softly as he began a slow pace, they thrusts were deep but agonizingly slow.

"I'm going to miss you too Mike." Drew sighed.

Matt moaned into Quinton's mouth.
This was incredible and painful at the same time.
"F-faster..."

The days came and went and now here Mike stood. Infront of a preacher with Quincy at his side. He was dressed up, a nice sleek black tux with his hair gelled up in his usual style. His palms were sweaty but damnit, he was fixing to do what he has dreamed of doing since the day he met Drew.

Drew was beaming although all he had wanted to do lately was cry. He was about to become Mr Drew Mizanin.

The preacher looked to Drew.
"Do you sir, taking this man, to have and to hold, be forever true from now on and as long as you both shall live?"

Quinton smiled as he went only a little faster. He was shy and quiet on a daily bases but in bed he liked teasing and taunting. He liked to be loud and have a loud lover.

"I d-do." Drew smiled, nodding vigorously.

"You're k-killing me." Matt groaned.

The preacher turned to Mike and then asked him the exact same question. Mike grinned his brightest smile and with all the confidence in the world he said "I do."
The preacher assured him that he could now kiss his husband.
Mike took Drew around the waist and pulled him so they were chest to chest and smashed their lips together.

Quinton laughed.
"Drama king."
He only went a tad bit faster, he enjoy teasing Matt.

Drew held mike tighter than ever before as he kissed him.
"I love you."

Matt groaned in frustration, lifting his hips to meet Quinton's thrusts.

"I love you too." Mike grinned into the kiss, this day was perfect.

Quinton pulled out and rolled onto his back before picked Mat up by the hips and lowing him down onto his cock.

Drew beamed. He was Drew Samuel Mizanin.

Matt grinned.
"My turn to set the pace." He groaned as he began bouncing on Quinton's erection.

That night Mike lay in bed, wide away with a question on his mind.

Quinton groaned loudly, his hands gripping Matt's hips with a bruising force as he brought him down hard.

"Why aren't you sleeping baby?" Drew murmured, half asleep himself.

Matt screamed out, smashing their lips together as he repeatedly impaled himself on Quinton.

He wanted Drew to make love to him but Drew was already asleep. They had tomorrow night but Mike wanted to just cuddle and sleep before leaving.

"God Mattie your fucking killing me." He groaned as Matt bounced on him.

"Mikey." Drew said, crawling over on top or Mike. "What's the matter?"

Matt smirked.
"Who's... the... drama king... now?" He panted in between bounces.

"Its fine Drew, your tired, go on back to bed sweet heart."
Mike avoided his gaze.

Quinton gripped Matt's hips and held him down.
"I have still have control."

"Well now you're worrying me so I can't sleep." Drew stuck his tongue out.

Matt whimpered.
"C'mon." He whined, attempting to pry Quinton's fingers off of his hips.

"I-I just....You never did make love to me Drew."
Mike sighed, who was the girl now?

Quinton rolled his hips, making Matt stay in place as the head of his member brushed Matt's prostate and stayed rubbing against it.

"You never asked..." Drew said softly.

Matt moaned. This was painful.
"Q-quinton..." He whimpered.

"I-Im still not sure but I dont want to leave without you having made love to me." Mike bit his lip.

Quinton let him go and allowed him to continue his bouncing.

Drew bit his lip. This had been bothering him too.
"Mike I only want to do it when you're ready."

Matt moaned loudly as he continued moving at a bruising speed.