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I manage a nod and lead Troy away.

He said yes! Fuck me, Troy said yes. I really had no idea what I was saying, I only knew I had to ask him today. When I woke up this morning, I realized what I wanted to do; I had to go to the cemetery. I know Troy goes to see Franco whenever he battles with his emotions, when he feels lost or confused. I know Franco was with him when he was left for dead and I believe Troy when he says Franco kept him alive for me. I owe him this. I know the man could have claimed Troy and let him die to be together again. I owe him the courtesy of asking him for his permission to marry Troy. I wasn’t expecting a connection; I simply wanted to promise Franco I will look after Troy and make him happy for as long as I live.

Leading Troy further along the shore line, trying to find the perfect spot for us to sit and open the envelope, I see the fallen tree at the edge of the wood but close enough to the sand for us to sit comfortably in the sunshine.

“Here, let’s sit here. I want us to open Franco’s letter together.” I squeeze Troy’s hand and he nods.

“It’s very peaceful here, Raff, just perfect.” Troy sits on the sand and lean backs against the trunk.

“Do you have any idea what it can be?” I’m nervous, wondering what else Franco has to give Troy.

With shaky hands, Troy opens the envelope and looks inside. Reaching in, he pulls out a handwritten letter and a photograph. I spot more papers, folded neatly, looking like printed documents. As he opens the letter I rest back, letting him read it by himself, but Troy shakes his head and leans into me.

I watch Troy turn the photograph over to look at the picture and I can’t help but gasp.

“What?” Troy looks at me.

“Nothing, I just can’t believe this. It’s beautiful, Troy. What a wonderful surprise.” I manage to smile but I know it’s not working for me.

“I call bullshit, Raff. What’s going on? Did you know about this?” Troy is suddenly angry with me.

“No! No, baby, I promise. Okay, I wanted to ask Franco for his blessing to ask you to marry me.” I see his eyes widen as he gulps. “Let me finish.” I hold my finger to his lips so I can conclude, “He was happy for us, Troy. And, as he left, he showed me an image; it was of this house. It showed an older couple watching children playing, I think it was us, Troy. I think he showed me just a glimpse of what our future can hold.”

“Really? Oh my God, Raff, I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe you went to ask him that, you are an amazing man. I am so lucky to have you.” Troy leans forward and drops a kiss on my lips.

“Maybe we need to make an appointment to see Mason.” I glance at the thick wodge of papers still on the envelope.

“Fuck that, we need to go see him now.” Troy jumps up and pulls me upright. Whistling for Boss, he comes racing up the beach.

At the truck, Troy pulls out his cell phone and calls Mason to let him know we are on our way over then telephones Nico to get him to meet us there.

“Why have you called him, too?” I’m not sure how Nico is involved in this.

“Because, Rafferty, my love, we have just got engaged and I would like to share the news with my friends and brother.” Troy smirks. “You’d forgotten for a moment, hadn’t you?”

I shake my head, laughing, because I had; the news of this house, and the letter from the grave predicting Troy’s future happiness with me had blown my mind. I laugh heartily then push Troy up against the door. “Fuck, Troy! I can’t believe it. I forgot!” I stare at him and watch his eyes dilate as his tongue dampens his lips. “I want you, Troy, I need to be inside you, right now.”

Troy fumbles with my shorts. The button comes undone and he lowers the zipper. My cock bounces free and presses up between us. Undoing his shorts, Troy kicks them aside and gets down on his knees. His mouth on me, he licks up and down my aching shaft; I know he’s getting me wet for him. Standing up, he spits in his hand and wipes down his crack to his ass.

“Hold on, baby.” I pick Troy up and he wraps his legs around my waist before lowering himself down my length.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so hot inside me.” Troy clings to the rail on the edge of the roof.

“This is gonna be quick, you feel so tight.” Troy’s channel burns around me, the muscles clenching, holding me deep inside him.

“Fuck me hard, Raff, I want to feel you inside me when we tell our friends.” Troy pants, biting his lip as I shift my hips and start to pound inside him. “Fuck yeah, harder, Raff, harder.”

Gripping his ass, I stretch him open, thrusting harder and faster. Shit, I’m not going to last. “Baby, I gonna come, I can’t hold on.”

“Come for me, my love, I want you inside me.” Troy leans back further, giving me access to pound his soft spot. I can’t hold on though and come, my release swamping him, drowning my dick in the burning liquid. As the tremors subside, I remain deep inside him then lower Troy’s legs and kneel in front of him. Taking his dick deep in my mouth, my fingers trace down his sac, following the seam to his hole. Driving two fingers inside him, still slick with my cum, I rub his prostate as I suck him hard, swallowing him as his hands lock onto my hair, tugging it with exactly the right amount of pain. Then Troy stiffens and comes, hot ribbons of his cum filling my mouth and throat. My fingers keep prodding the sensitive spot, then Troy’s hands relax and his dick starts to soften as I clean him up.

Troy leans his head against the window of the truck and looks up at the sky, a chuckle building up in his throat then bursts from his mouth. “Shit, Raff! That was… Shit! I’m fucked if I know? Wow, just fucking wow!”

I howl and lean over him to kiss his mouth; I know he can taste himself on my tongue. I also know it turns him on. His hips jab against mine. “No, baby, we haven’t got time. Let’s go.”

Pushing myself off him, I reach down for our shorts. Handing him his, I laugh again, “I think you might need to clean up, baby, my cum is all over your ass.”

“Shit!” Troy reaches into the cab of the truck, grabbing a pocket of wipes, and cleans himself up before pulling on his shorts, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“You’d better have a cigarette or some gum, Raff; I’m all over you.” Troy sniggers as he climbs in the truck, letting me drive. “Oh, we also need to instruct Mason to secure this bit of land; no other fucker is having our spot.” He exclaims.

“We’re living here then?” I question, grinning because I knew he would love it as much as I do.

“Too fucking right!” Troy pops some gum in his mouth then offers another to me.

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