by James Cox
“Good boy,” Outlaw praised in his deep voice. Then they kissed. It was an intense collision of teeth and tongue. Outlaw turned to me. He ran his wet lips along my facial scar. The one that almost killed me. The one that happened here. It’d slipped my mind where we were. Earth. I stared around as we all untangled. My gaze scanned the dark shadows outside the fence to see if we were truly alone. I wasn’t sure if we were. But I also wasn’t afraid. Outlaw dragged us toward the prison entrance. We all cleaned up using an old water pipe that creaked loudly. When we were done, we walked back to the tent hand in hand in hand. The fire was still high. The flames danced as we settled on the inflatable bed. With the tent being sheer, I stared up at the stars and a giant, white moon that reminded me of a glob of cum. Outlaw was naked to my left. Reilly was naked to my right. We lay there quietly. After a few minutes, Reilly turned toward me. He threw an arm over my chest, half asleep. Outlaw grunted and tucked his head against my neck. Our body warmth kept the cool breeze at bay.
Long after they both fell asleep, I lay there staring at the night sky of Earth. I wasn’t shaking with fear. And when my eyes eventually closed, I didn’t even dream.
Chapter Five
As we flew off Earth, I made a promise to return next year so we could make love under the fall of snow. That’d be something. Reilly hadn’t ever seen snow or rain. It’s not like we had any of that on Mars. This was also his first trip to Earth. It’d gotten better since the majority of the population left. The forests were becoming massive, spreading over cities and towns. Mother Nature was taking back her world. Maybe one day humans could return here. Even if others did, I wouldn’t. My home was on Mars.
It was nine hours of sitting in the ship and relaxing. Outlaw had been taking pilot lessons from Grim. He flew with the giant as his copilot via radio. Reilly and I sat staring out at Earth. It was beautiful from space. Blues, greens, wispy clouds, and snow-covered mountains. We passed the moon, which was still void of life. Long dead satellites whooshed by our ship. There was a storm forming over a huge land mass. We snuggled and watched it for as long as we could.
The trip home was uneventful.
Mars was just as we left it—recovering, hopeful. The moment we landed, I saw those red sand dunes and I smiled. Home, there’s nothing quite like it. The majority of the world was sand, but the trees were growing extremely well. We had our own small section of woods growing, making the air a little less artificial. In a few years, we wouldn’t need the oxygen generators. Hopefully.
The city was laid out before us in the grip of sunset. There was the slightest sparkle from far away stars in the darkening sky. That was our view as we rode to the clubhouse. The hover bike was solid between my legs just like the men in my life. We turned into the parking lot. The first thing that greeted me was the finished garage. It stood tall beside our main building. The roof pitched, the walls a soft white and on each closed garage door it read, The Outlaw MC of Mars.
“Would you look at that fucking beauty,” Outlaw said.
I barely heard him over the engine. We parked and a moment later Reilly pulled in. He had a fancy new hover bike of his own.
The garage doors opened as we approached. The sight was breathtaking. The club members were standing there. All of them. There was a long table covered with a white cloth. Two new black bikes were on the other side of the garage. They each had shiny Christmas decorations. We couldn’t tear down a tree like the old traditions so we decorated our bikes.
“Merry Christmas,” most of them yelled.
Deviant grunted.
Mayhem smiled and sucked on his cigar.
Outlaw stood at the head of the long table. Reilly and I sat. I stared out at my lovers, my friends, my former enemies, and the feast we were about to consume. They were all smiles. Grim was next to me. He was the man that healed me, saving my life after Outlaw rescued me from that prison. He was watching his lover, Valentine. The sneaky man had survived prison at an early age, escaped, and joined us. Valentine stole a piece of food from the nearest plate. As he shoved it in his mouth, his brother Romeo slapped him on the shoulder. Justice laughed, shaking his head. The leader of Mars pulled his lover in for a kiss. Their lips were such a contrast, white on black. Love was love.
Tage was next to Justice. He still wore his fancy suits. His dark hair didn’t have a strand out of place. He wasn’t rich anymore. He lost his fortune when he joined us in the fight against the government. But you couldn’t tell. He smiled politely and glanced at his man, Deviant. The big blond man was sitting, watching Valentine’s antics. Huge muscular arms over his wide chest. To anyone else he’d look pissed off but Deviant wasn’t. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever seen him so happy. He smiled more. He talked more. Deviant was in love and it looked good on him.
Across from them sat Harley and Whip. Why was the redheaded Harley squirming in his seat? Was Whip working his ass that hard? Oh fuck, Harley probably had on that damn cock cage. Freaks. Yeah, I loved ’em both. Whip had the chains around his neck, jangling as he pulled Harley in for a hug. They laughed as Valentine went for another piece of food but was caught mid reach.
Mayhem was the other big guy at the table. He was all muscle and height. His wide shoulders stretched across, making him look squished in the seat. The cigar was stuck between his fingers as a cloud of white smoke swirled around his head. His angry, overly masculine features softened. Torrin laid his head on Mayhem’s arm. Now that was a twist I hadn’t seen coming. Apparently, Torrin was a former peacekeeper. Mayhem somehow won him over and it was one of the reasons the club took down the government. That was while I was on Earth. I wish I would have been here to see that.
Chaos had come the furthest out of all my brothers, I think. He had such a rough start with his father who was a serial killer. I worried about Chaos. He had this knack for violence that was sometimes too much. He had met Beau in prison and the shorter Hispanic man had claimed Chaos for his own. They were nearly inseparable. I noticed in the first few days here that Chaos’s temper and anger were suppressed. He was a tamed man.
Then there was Reilly. The twink that shared a bed with Outlaw and me. That was a surprise that knocked me back. Reilly in love with Outlaw and falling for me. I remembered him as the wiry teenager we found starving and alone. He grew into a handsome man that loved to dance naked. And now … now he was mine. Well, Outlaw’s and mine.
Outlaw stared out at the table too. I think he was taking in the scene as I was. He cleared his throat and all eyes turned toward him. “The fight was bloody. We lost good men and women along the way. Keep their memory alive.” He swallowed hard. “It’s time to move on now. It’s time to wipe away the blood and pick up the pieces.” He grabbed his glass of whiskey and held it up. “This is to our future. To humanity’s future. To the Outlaw MC of Mars.”
Cheers rang out and we all threw back the drink. Mine burned all the way down. Outlaw sat and the group began digging into our Christmas dinner. There were presents in the clubhouse. Odd things too. A new whip, lots of bottles of whiskey, there were fancy new shoes and everything else our MC brothers could ever want. As they ate, I sat back stunned at how content they were, at how at ease I was.
So, this is what a happy ending felt like.
The End
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