Misfit

Drew grinned at his fiance. Sure, it hurt like hell, but that loving look in Mike's eyes made it okay. He let out a few whimpers as silent tears fell down his cheeks but he was still smiling.

Matt yawned as he woke up. He noticed a paper beside the bed. He curiously picked it up and read it. His heart sunk. Quinton had to go in a month. Just one short month...

"Drew baby, please don't cry. I can't take this if its hurt you so much."
Mike's own eyes watered. He did NOT like hurting Drew, he was not like that man, he did not find any pleasure in Drew's tears.

Quinton was disappointed, he was not ready to go back and he was still healing, he had so many wounds and he wanted to give Matt a chance to love him.

"Mike I'm fine. It's only my second time. It just hurts." Drew sighed.

Matt walked into the kitchen and found Quinton cooking. He had the paper in hand.
"SO 1 month huh?"

Mike put his head down as a few silent tears fell from his cheeks and dripped off the end of his nose as he tried to find Drew's prostate.

Quinton froze before a soft sigh escaped him.
"Yes Matt, I have one month."
He did not like it one bit.

Drew let out a fake moan, not wanting Mike to feel bad for hurting him.

"Well that was less time than we expected but hey, that is thirty days for us to get to know each other." Matt said.

Mike stopped, tears falling faster.
"Im doing this but I dont want fake anything during love making Drew."

Quinton nodded, he was hoping he would be healed enough to go back, he was in a lot of pain.

Drew looked down, he didn't think Mike would be able to tell.
"S-sorry."

Matt walked closer and hugged Quinton from behind, resting his head on his shoulder.

Mike sighed, he was getting no pleasure from this, all he was doing was hurting his fiance. He could not believe Drew thought he would not notice.

Quinton beamed at the sweet gesture.
"Did you sleep okay."
He rested a hand on the arms that hugged him.

"Just keep going baby." Drew said quietly. "I'm sure it will get better."

"Better than normal." Matt shrugged. He'd still had that nightmare. The one he'd had every night since that night when he was fourteen.

Mike squeezed his eyes shut and tried to just make it go away, he was hurting Drew, he was no better than the man who had raped him.

Quinton turned his head and kissed the side of Matt's mouth. He never seemed to sleep well, he always had nightmares about the war and all the dead bodies.

"Mike please move." Drew begged. "It hurts worse when you stay still like that..."

Matt smiled.
"So whatcha cookin, good lookin?" He smirked.

Mike began pumping his hips again. He went deeper and faster, trying to find Drew's prostate.

Quinton snorted.
"I didn't know what you liked so I cooked a little of everything and I am almost done.
The table in the dinning room was littered with scrambled eggs, fried eggs, bacon, ham, french toast, sausage, pancakes, waffles, and he was cooking two omelets.

Mike eventually stabbed the little bundle of ffuck.
Drew moaned, for real this time.

"God you're gonna make me fat." Matt laughe.d

Mike swallowed and aimed for that sport he wanted do desperately to make Drew feel good.

Quinton kissed Matt's cheek.
"I told you I would pamper you."

"Oh, right there Mike. RIght there." Drew moaned clutching onto Mike.

Matt laughed and sat down at the table.

Mike bit his lip as he pounded into Drew. His thrust were deep and quick. He rested his forehead against Drew's.

Quinton got the food cooked and then he laid it out, he got up silver ware and then sat down. He said grace before he bean to eat.

"Mike!" Drew cried out as Mike repeatedly hit his prostate. He eyed his neglected cock. "Touch me p-please."

Matt began eating when Quinton did. He could have eaten everything there.
"You should be a chef instead of in the army. It's a hell of a lot less dangerous." Matt chuckled.

Mike firmly gripped Drew's cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. He was pleased that Drew was finally feeling good.

Quinton grinned. His momma had taught him too cook before she got sick so he had became the cook of the house. "Im glade you are enjoying it."

Drew cried out with every thrust. This was a completely different pleasure than he got from topping. Almost better.

"Thank you Quinton. I really don't deserve this. A place to stay, this food, you..."

"Cum for me Drew." Mike whispered in his new lover's ear as he felt his own release building up.

Quinton stared at him for a moment before nodding.
"I think you do, your a good man. No matter what you have done Matt, I know you are a good man."

"C-close." Drew whispered. "D-deeper."

"Good men don't do the shit I've done." Matt sighed. "But thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance to start over."

Mike thrust harder, he slammed into his fiance with a bruising force. He was going to make Drew come for him.

"Matt, am I a good man?"
Quinton might not have raped but he had killed. He has killed and tortured and done unthinkable things.

"MIKE!" Drew screamed. His toes curled and his back arched as he finally came, his cum covering Mike and his chest.

"Of course you are." Matt didn't even have to thin.

Mike grinned in triumph as he came right after his lover. The condom making sure though, that Mike did not come inside of his lover.

"I am a solider, a marine, I have killed, men who have family waiting for them. I have killed a women before and I was not able to save ever child I found, I have tortured people I have done some unthinkable things, so if I'm a good man, you are too."

Drew whimpered as he pulled Mike down beside him.
"I wanted you to cum inside me." He pouted.

"Quinton... it's different. You were at battle. It was self defense."