Romeo chuckled.
His grip was bruising, and Chad couldn’t wait to admire the marks when they appeared purple in a few days’ time.Romeo fucked into Chad, tugging on Chad’s hips at the same time he drove his cock inside, making sure it went deep, making sure Chad felt all of it.
“You were made for me,” Romeo murmured.“Whatever sick fuck out there decided to put me on this planet put you on it too.We were supposed to find each other.Our paths were always destined to cross,” he tipped his head up to the stars.“And we don’t get the tragic ending.”
Chad managed to shake off the glove on his right hand.He braced his weight on one forearm so he could reach between his legs and take his cock in hand.He shut his eyes and jerked himself while Romeo took him apart.
“Not even the end of us will be tragic,” Romeo breathed.“Because we’ll be together.”
Chad slowed his hand.
“We’ll jump together,” Chad whispered to the sand.
The next time he jumped, it would be with Romeo.
He could see it.
His hand in Romeo’s, their fingers knotted together.
They’d fall with smiles on their lips, love in their hearts and eyes locked on one another as they hit the ground.
And when they were found, bloody and crumpled, with bones jutting and organs leaking, their hands, with misshapen fingers and broken wrists, would still be linked.
Forever.
The image made Chad both happy and sad.
His eyes stung, and a tear ran down his cheek.
But it wasn’t the end.
It was a long time in the future, decades even.
They had time, lots of poison-free time where he’d enjoy every moment.
Chad arched his back, pushing back onto Romeo’s deep thrusts.He jerked his cock until he was coming onto the sand, clenching involuntarily, tugging on Romeo’s cock, disrupting his rhythm.
Romeo moaned, flexing his hips a final few times as he unloaded inside Chad’s body.He collapsed on Chad’s back, before slipping to the side, and landing on the sand.
Chad lay down next to him, heaving for breath as they both looked up at the stars.
“That’s one off the list,” Romeo said.
It would grow, they both knew it would, but Chad had personal scores to settle.
“Who next?”Romeo asked.
“I think it’s about time we pay a certain journalist a visit...”
Romeo hummed, smiling.“Couldn’t agree with you more, but might I suggest something else first...”
Chad turned to him.“What?”
Romeo took Chad’s hand, his left hand.He pulled off Chad’s remaining glove and stroked his fingers.“Let’s get married.”
“We are married.Our passports.All our documents—”
“I know.But let’s actually do it.”
