Misfit

Mike nodded.
"M-Me too."
He rested against Drew and for the first time in forever he felt safe and happy.

Quincy nodded and continued to snap at anyone who tried to cop a feel.

"Come lay down darlin." Drew carried him to the bed.

Matt laughed every time someone touched him and got their head bit off by Quincy.
"Y'know I think you might be reacting worse than he would."

Mike laid down and pulled Drew down with him.

"No, I might yell but he would use physical force."
Quincy laughed, he knew his brother.

Drew smiled and showered his face with kisses.

"Yeah, calling him down here is getting more and more tempting." Matt laughed.

Mike grinned and snuggled up to Drew. He was so tired.

"Joke if you want to but I bet he would come in a heart beat."
Quincy laughed.

"I love you..." Drew cooed, holding Mike close.

Matt pulled out his phone and stared at the screen.
"Oh, decisions, decisioins..." HE laughed.

Mike grinned. He was so happy t be home with Drew again. He would be okay.

Quincy snorted.
"He would go to jail for murder."

Mike was home again, Paige was with his mom and Drew was happy. For the first time in a very long time he was truly happy.

"He'd be that bad?" Matt chuckled.

"Wanna see my battle scar?"
Mike laughed jokingly, he was glad to be home.

"Eh, maybe not. They touch you ass he would beat them but if they hurt you he you kill em."

Drew nodded, frowning. But he did want to see.

"Alright then, he doesn't have to worry about them hurting me. I can defend myself."

Mike lifted his shirt to reveal the white, blood stained gauze that wrapped around his body, covering a place awfully close to his heart.

Quincy shrugged, Matt seemed like he could but still, he knew of some people that could hurt him.

Drew frowned.
"You poor thing..." He whimpered.

"Eh, take my phone." He held it out to Quincy. "Or I will be too tempted to call him." He chuckled.

"Im okay Drew, im home."
He hugged Drew, careful of his chest.

Quincy took the phone with a laugh.
Quinton was home alone pouting.

"I know." Drew smiled. "For good?"

Matt was also pouting. Sure, Quincy was fun but he was no Quinton.

"I think so baby, I really do."
Mike sighed, his hand ghosting over the wound.

For the first time since meeting Matt, Quinton was lonely.

Drew grinned, kissing his husband sweetly.
"You're home..." He smiled.

"Okay, gimme my phone. I miss him." Matt groaned.

Quinton jumped as his phone rang, he had been cooking and just his luck he burnt himself. He cursed and didn't bother with the phone, his whole hand was scorched. He calmly wrote and note and stuck it on the door for Matt before going to the hospital.

Matt got nervouse when Quinton didn't answer his phone.
His stomach was in a knot all day until his shift was over.

Quinton got home and forgot all about the note as he moved to there bedroom and fell asleep.

Matt quickly drove home.
He saw the note, but then he saw Quinton's keys and jacket were there so he must be home. He walked up to the bedroom and smiled at his sleeping figure.

Quinton woke up as he felt someone else's presence. He looked at Matt and grinned at him.
"Welcome home."

"Hey baby." He smiled, he stripped into his boxers and laid down beside his lover.

Quinton wrapped his uninjured arm around Matt and hugged him to his chest.
"I missed you."

"I missed you too." Matt grinned. "How's your hand?" He had mentioned it in the note.

"Hurts like hell."
He snuggled up to Matt, his hand really did hurt him.