This is the end, guys!

(18)

"Where are we going?" He asked, his faint voice etched with exhaustion.

"Why don't we just go there and see, hmm?" Stephen replied, momentarily taking one of his hands off the steering wheel to caress Randy's cheek. Dull cerulean eyes smiled at him, and turned to look out of the window. The only thing Randy knew was they were far, far away from their home, from their city.

The BBQ party two days ago had gone well. Sure, Stephen had not even looked at Randy's father let alone talk with him, but other than that, everything went fine. Randy's mom accepted Stephen without a shadow of a doubt to the family, while his father, still had some problems although he did not show them off to everyone at the table like he had done so many times before. Randy had given him one last chance. After all, he was his father.

John's family had surprisingly reacted well to his confess of Jeff being his lover, and Jeff was now a part of that family. To Randy's much amusement, Brock had shown up and although awkwardly, had fitted into the group of them. He had said he was going to try out for the Marines, and Randy's father had agreed to help him out. John was going to stick along with Randy, which meant they were going to take their families' business to their hands in the near future. Everyone had plans. Even Jeff, saying that he was going to move in to NY for university, so he could be with John.

Everyone, except for Stephen. Randy glanced at him again, wondering what was going through the red head's mind. He seemed so concentrated over driving, Randy was sure that he was not at all focused on the road ahead of him. Maybe he was going to move away, to a better life without him, just like Adam said. Adam; who had been moved to a mental rehabilitation unit sentenced for twenty years.

"We're here," the car jerked to a stop and Stephen cut the engine off, letting them engulf in comfortable darkness. Randy noticed that they had stopped at a small pathway which led to the middle of a field. A small island sat at the end of the pathway, and there something was lighting it up. Randy squinted his eyes to get a better look, but he couldn't. He got out of the car, taking Stephen's offered hand and allowed him to lead him to the spot. The pathway was slippery, and he nearly clung to Stephen's hand knowing that any wrong step would result a bath in the muddy field. A gasp slipped from Randy's lips when they approached the small island.

It was not just one light. The small island was covered in primrose bushes, and ropes of tiny yellow light bulbs were tangled in the bushes. It looked like a swarm of fireflies were about to settle down for the night there.

"Oh my god," Randy's wonder filled glinting eyes roamed all over the place, taking in the soft light that emanated from the bulbs. Arms circled his waist, Stephen pressing against his back and lips breathed a tiny kiss onto Randy's temple.

"You like it?" Stephen mumbled, nuzzling his face against Randy's shoulder blade.

Randy could only nod. He spun around to face Stephen and brushed his lips against Stephen's, before settling down on the soft grass, running his fingers through them. He tugged at Stephen's hand silently asking him to sit down beside him.

"How...?" He whispered, reaching out to touch a bulb.

"Batteries. Jeff and Cena set them up," Stephen chuckled when Randy drew his hand back, having burned the tip of his finger after touching the bulb. And Randy had assumed that they were having sex all day. His face twisted in guilt for a second or two, and then he locked his eyes with Stephen's.

"Why?"

"Are you asking why I did this?" Stephen cocked an eyebrow, the corner of his lips turning up in a crooked smile. When he received a small nod, "Because I wanted to make you feel better. I don't like it when you distance yourself from me. I've seen everything, and yet you still block me out of things. We're gonna be together for the rest of our lives. Cooperate with me," he took holds of both of Randy's hands and squeezed gently.

"They say it's puppy love," Randy whispered,dropping his gaze. He was pulled against Stephen's chest, arms circling around his slender frame.

"It's not puppy love if you fought to near death for the one you love, Randy," Stephen pressed his cheek against Randy's temple, hugging him tight to his chest as if never wanting to let go of the other boy. Randy sighed contently, leaning heavily against Stephen. The comforting scent of vanilla and coffee filled his senses, and he breathed it in, nuzzling his face against Stephen's chest.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Randy gasped, about to get panicked but the arms around him held him down, muttering soothing words till he calmed down. He still wasn't over his past, and things happened now and then which made him run to Stephen again and again.

"It's okay," was whispered into his ear, and he relaxed a second later, letting out a shattered breath. "I should have warn you," he looked at Stephen's guilt filled face, though he couldn't make out much in the dark. The faint moonlight didn't provide what he was seeking. "Would it be cheesy if I said I wanted to see how you looked like under the moon light?"

Silence was deafening for a full minute. Then, soft chuckles rang through the air. "Cheesy bastard," Randy affectionately scolded, chuckling more lightly punching Stephen's chest.

His chin was tilted up. "You're beautiful, though," Stephen muttered, his green eyes glinting in the dark.

"So I've been told," Randy teased, and received a half hearted glare from the other boy. The comfortable warmth lasted a few minutes, before everything fell silent again and the lights came on. "What about our future?" Randy suddenly asked.

"We're gonna get married in a few years and gonna make lots of babies," Stephen breathe into his ear huskily, his hands crawling to Randy's abdomen. Flushing, Randy swatted his hands away and turned in his arms so he was sitting between Stephen's stretched legs, facing him.

"I'm serious, Stephen."

Stephen's face softened, and he leaned in to rest his forehead against Randy's. "I'm serious too, Randy. There's no one else I want to spend my life with other than you. As for college... I don't think I'm gonna go."

"Stephen..." Randy touched his cheek with his soft finger pads, worry evident in his voice.

"I don't want mom to work anymore, baby. I need to give her a rest and take things into my hands. I'm a man, for god's sake. I can't let her do all the work."

Randy bit his lip. So there goes his idea to go NY with John and Jeff. He couldn't leave Stephen here. He was his drug, the reason he was alive and the sole purpose he coped with his scar of a life. If he left him here... "Don't you even think about not going to college, Randal," Stephen warned, obviously recognizing the look on Randy's face.

"I can always go to the community college here," he insisted.

"You're the only son of a multimillionaire, why the fuck would you go to a community college, huh?"

"I don't want to go without you," he mumbled, his hands clenching in Stephen's shirt. "I just can't..."

"You know that we're gonna still be together no matter where we go, right? You're stuck with this asshole, Randy, what more do you want?" Randy sighed at Stephen's broad grin, shaking his head.

"You're impossible," he smiled, pressing his lips against Stephen's, in a soft kiss. Stephen pushed him down on the grass to lie on his back, and hovered over, sucking on Randy's bottom lip eagerly. He pulled one of Randy's legs around his waist, pressing hard against Randy and leaving Randy breathless into the kiss.

"When, are you finally going to give in to me?" Stephen joked, attempting to bite Randy's lip.

"Right now," Randy whispered, snaking his arms around Stephen's neck and lifting up a bit to kiss him again. Startled, Stephen suddenly pulled away.

"What do you mean right now?"

"I meant, right now, asshole," Randy drawled out his words, using the insult Stephen referred himself to, already unbuttoning Stephen's shirt.

Epilogue

Ten years later:

Moans fell out of his lips profusely, hips bucking up to meet Stephen's thrusts. Nails skittered down his back, stopping at his tail bone and a moment later, palms pressed onto Stephen's ass, pushing harder as if to encourage Stephen to pound into him faster. Curses echoed around the room, Stephen's face buried at Randy's neck, his tongue wriggling at the red and angry bitten marks on soft skin.

Passion overflowed between them, heat rolling inside their bodies, pooling in their southern regions. Randy threw his head back, whimpering as his sensitive nub was repeatedly attacked by Stephen's shaft, sending vibrations of pleasure through his body. His eyes locked with Stephen's oak leaf colored orbs, drowing in lust and desire, and love. Even after ten years, they are still strong, still going on. Randy leaned up and caught Stephen's lips in a hard kiss, feeling his guts tightening. His scream was lost between their lips, spilling his release onto his stomach. Spasms of his orgasm rode through his body, a light moan escaping from his lips when he felt Stephen's seed filling his ass.

"I'd never...get enough of you," Stephen whispered, placing his forehead against Randy's and breathing a kiss into his smiling lips.

"Of course, not. I'm irresistible," a grin spread Randy's lips.

A slap at Randy's butt, and then, "I love you, though."

"I love you too," Randy locked his legs around Stephen's waist, savoring the closeness of his husband.

"Daddy?" A little voice broke them apart. Randy resisted the urge to sigh in relief, as they were under the sheets and their nakedness weren't visible to their son.

"Yes, baby?" Randy shifted away from under Stephen, looking at the six years old redhead standing at the bedroom door.

"It's a Monday," he said with a bright grin. "I'm not going to school?"

"Oh my god!" Horrified, Randy wrapped one of the sheets around his waist, jumping out of the bed and hurrying to the door. "Go wash up, baby, I'll be there in a minute." He ushered the little boy down the hallway, chuckling when he pouted cutely. He ran back to his room again, pulling on shorts and Stephen's extra large t-shirt.

"Easy there," he heard Stephen say before the man disappeared to the bathroom laughing. Easy for him to say. He had the day off.

The next half an hour was spent of Randy washing up a playful seven year old, dressing him up and making breakfast with the help of Stephen. His little family was so perfect, that he had nothing else to wish for. It's been eight years since they've married and had this little brat, Liam, and everything was going well.

Randy planted a sloppy kiss at Liam's cheek, much to the dismay of the little one and lead him to Stephen's car.

"When I'm back, we're gonna make love the whole fucking day," Stephen whispered, catching Randy's chin and pulling his face forward before kissing him hard.

"Eww," Liam made a disgusted face and pointed at his watch, saying that they were late. Randy laughed, pushing Stephen away and waving them away.

He took a shower, made the bed, the usual blah blah blah before he cleaned the kitchen up, taking the trash out. He went out the backdoor of the kitchen, dumping the bags of garbage at the large dustbins. He was just turning around to go back in when something caught the corner of his eye. He froze, his eyes roaming around his backyard but finding nothing. When he got into the house, sounds reached to his ears. He frowned, wondering if Stephen was back. He looked out of the window, but the car wasn't on the driveway, only his old Camaro.

Heart pounding in his chest, he took the bread cutting knife, holding onto it for his dear life. He slowly made his way to the bedroom, intending to lock himself there. Sliding into his room, he shut the door slowly, not wanting to make a sound.

"Had fun while I'm gone?"

Randy gasped, dropping the knife he had in his hand and spinning around to meet Adam, who was sitting at his bed, caressing the sheets.

"Ho-how are y-you here?" Randy asked, noticing the orange jumpsuit Adam was wearing. Had he run from prison? He took in the wild hazel eyes which had red rims, messed long blonde hair and the near skin and bones body.

"It doesn't matter. I wanted to see you," he cooed, tilting his head to the side and smiling at Randy. "Come here," he gestured with his hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"I don't believe you," Randy tried not to tremble, as Adam stood up.

"Okay, let me put it in this way," Adam rolled his eyes, stepping forward. "If you don't come here right now, I'm gonna hurt you, and I'm gonna hurt you real bad."

Randy scurried to him, biting his lip to bite back a whimper. He was strong, he was not the eighteen year old weak kid anymore. He could do this; he could survive. He was yanked to his knees, Adam's hand twisting up in his hair and yanking his head back to look at those crazy eyes.

"You still look good," Adam leaned forward, stopping inches away from Randy's face. "But you stink. You reek of him." A glare dripped down his face. "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna-"

"You're gonna go to hell and stay there," Stephen's voice rang across the room. "Let him go."

Adam's hands wrapped around Randy's throat, squeezing tightly. He breathed a kiss into Randy's temple as the younger man writhed, and laughed. "If he can never be mine, he can never be yours too, boy," a sudden cry of pain left his lips as Randy punched his shin, and he backhanded Randy, taking a gun out of his jumpsuit, hissing viciously.

A gun shot echoed around the room. Adam fell onto his knees, blood pouring out of his chest. His eyes lingered on Randy as he shuddered his last breath out, before sliding them close. A cry of fear left Randy's lips as he looked at Adam, and then to Stephen who was holding a gun.

"Did he hurt you?" Stephen hurried to Randy, crouching down and cupping his face.

"I... I'm alright," Randy whispered, still couldn't believe that Adam was dead...and gone. He was never coming back.

"Let's go," Stephen helped Randy up, and carried him fownstairs, sitting him down on the couch before pulling out his phone and calling the police.

"Would you believe if I said it's over, now?" Stephen asked, caressing the still shocked man's face.

Randy's lips parted, but no sound came out of those lips. Instead he pressed tightly against Stephen, burying his head against Stephen's neck and letting out his tears. It was a cry of joy that left his lips next. Not because Adam was dead, but because he was finally free from his clutches.

"It-It's over," he whispered, kissing Stephen.

Well, that's the end.

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