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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,185
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. Laevi of Theed
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8.
“You are going back with them?” Lucky looked at Ward. The man was walking through the jet, collecting some personal possessions.
“I have to, Lucky... I have to run the business. They told me they need me.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they do,” Lucky said quietly. He sighed a bit. “I guess I should go with you, then. I couldn’t survive on my own.”
“Despite all we said to each other, I think it’s the best thing to do, yes.” Ward moved slowly. He wasn’t too eager to leave. “We could come back here, every now and then...”
“We could, we could...”
“You know, when we have time off,” Ward continued. It sounded as if he wanted to convince himself.
“Sure; when we have time off. Of course.”
Their conversation continued like that for a bit longer, their voices getting softer and softer. Eventually, they were both silent, each with their own thoughts.
“I don’t want to go,” Ward suddenly blurted.
“Me either,” Lucky said quickly. “I want you and I to be here, together...” He grabbed Ward as the man stepped closer. “I want... I want to... I love you!”
Ward wrapped him between his arms, giving him a suffocating hug. “I have an idea, baby,” he whispered in his ear.
“Will be be able to be together?” Lucky looked up with hope in his eyes.
“Oh yes. I promise you we’ll be together, and we’ll be here. Let me talk to my assistants for a moment, okay? I promise you I won’t go away. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you with my life, Ward,” Lucky said with passion, tensing his arms.
Ward kissed him, winked at him, and walked outside.
It took close to an hour. Lucky waited inside, biding the time by cleaning the jet. It was their home. This was where they lived. They were happy here. He froze when he heard the engine of the jet. “Ward? Ward!” He ran outside, feeling stone-cold inside.
Ward waved at the departing plane, faintly smiling. Without looking at Lucky, he looped an arm around his waist. “They’ll be back soon,” he said.
“Why?” Slightly trembling because of relief and adrenaline, Lucky pressed against Ward’s side.
“Because I told them I am willing to assist them, as long as I can stay here. I am going to work, but differently. I’m retiring. All I will do is assist them when they need it.”
Lucky blinked, staring at his lover. “You’re joking.”
Ward smiled at him. “No. I’m not joking. I will have a laptop with satellite connection, so I can receive emails and answer them.” He lifted a hand when Lucky wanted to say something. “And we will have a boat and a water plane, so we can get supplies when we need something we can’t find here. We won’t be stranded anymore, officially. This will be our home.”
“Will that even be possible? I mean...” Lucky thought about it as they walked back to their spot in the shadows. “Where are we, anyway?”
“We’re home... This is our island, and no one will take it away from us.”
“How...”
“Money, baby. Money.” Ward looked quite smug when he sat down. “Money can be useful,” he grinned.
*
One year later.
Lucky watered the patch of land. His lettuce and carrots were growing nicely. At the back, the potatoes would be ready soon. Some animal had eaten a bit, he saw. That was alright; they had enough.
The scent of coffee lured him back to the freshly painted jet. Ward was waiting for him, with coffee and bread. They had cheese from the market as well. The low table was set in the shadow of the new, sturdy canvas stretching from the plane.
They were no longer stranded on this island. They were living there. It was still primitive, but more convenient now. If they needed something, they would simply take the boat or water plane and go to a market on one of the bigger islands. They had everything they needed. And what was more, they had each other.
The body of Miss Jocelin had been taken home to her family a long time ago. They had been at the official funeral. The civilised world had seemed crowded and noisy to them, and they were happy to return to their little island.
Sometimes, people would visit them. Family, acquaintances from the bigger islands, even co-workers. But most of the time, they were alone.
“Shall we build a house?” Ward asked after a long silence.
Lucky kissed him. “No.”
They didn’t need a house. This was the perfect life.
-End-
© Laevi
“You are going back with them?” Lucky looked at Ward. The man was walking through the jet, collecting some personal possessions.
“I have to, Lucky... I have to run the business. They told me they need me.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they do,” Lucky said quietly. He sighed a bit. “I guess I should go with you, then. I couldn’t survive on my own.”
“Despite all we said to each other, I think it’s the best thing to do, yes.” Ward moved slowly. He wasn’t too eager to leave. “We could come back here, every now and then...”
“We could, we could...”
“You know, when we have time off,” Ward continued. It sounded as if he wanted to convince himself.
“Sure; when we have time off. Of course.”
Their conversation continued like that for a bit longer, their voices getting softer and softer. Eventually, they were both silent, each with their own thoughts.
“I don’t want to go,” Ward suddenly blurted.
“Me either,” Lucky said quickly. “I want you and I to be here, together...” He grabbed Ward as the man stepped closer. “I want... I want to... I love you!”
Ward wrapped him between his arms, giving him a suffocating hug. “I have an idea, baby,” he whispered in his ear.
“Will be be able to be together?” Lucky looked up with hope in his eyes.
“Oh yes. I promise you we’ll be together, and we’ll be here. Let me talk to my assistants for a moment, okay? I promise you I won’t go away. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you with my life, Ward,” Lucky said with passion, tensing his arms.
Ward kissed him, winked at him, and walked outside.
It took close to an hour. Lucky waited inside, biding the time by cleaning the jet. It was their home. This was where they lived. They were happy here. He froze when he heard the engine of the jet. “Ward? Ward!” He ran outside, feeling stone-cold inside.
Ward waved at the departing plane, faintly smiling. Without looking at Lucky, he looped an arm around his waist. “They’ll be back soon,” he said.
“Why?” Slightly trembling because of relief and adrenaline, Lucky pressed against Ward’s side.
“Because I told them I am willing to assist them, as long as I can stay here. I am going to work, but differently. I’m retiring. All I will do is assist them when they need it.”
Lucky blinked, staring at his lover. “You’re joking.”
Ward smiled at him. “No. I’m not joking. I will have a laptop with satellite connection, so I can receive emails and answer them.” He lifted a hand when Lucky wanted to say something. “And we will have a boat and a water plane, so we can get supplies when we need something we can’t find here. We won’t be stranded anymore, officially. This will be our home.”
“Will that even be possible? I mean...” Lucky thought about it as they walked back to their spot in the shadows. “Where are we, anyway?”
“We’re home... This is our island, and no one will take it away from us.”
“How...”
“Money, baby. Money.” Ward looked quite smug when he sat down. “Money can be useful,” he grinned.
*
One year later.
Lucky watered the patch of land. His lettuce and carrots were growing nicely. At the back, the potatoes would be ready soon. Some animal had eaten a bit, he saw. That was alright; they had enough.
The scent of coffee lured him back to the freshly painted jet. Ward was waiting for him, with coffee and bread. They had cheese from the market as well. The low table was set in the shadow of the new, sturdy canvas stretching from the plane.
They were no longer stranded on this island. They were living there. It was still primitive, but more convenient now. If they needed something, they would simply take the boat or water plane and go to a market on one of the bigger islands. They had everything they needed. And what was more, they had each other.
The body of Miss Jocelin had been taken home to her family a long time ago. They had been at the official funeral. The civilised world had seemed crowded and noisy to them, and they were happy to return to their little island.
Sometimes, people would visit them. Family, acquaintances from the bigger islands, even co-workers. But most of the time, they were alone.
“Shall we build a house?” Ward asked after a long silence.
Lucky kissed him. “No.”
They didn’t need a house. This was the perfect life.
-End-
© Laevi