The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

Epilogue (Part Two)

"Good people like..." He stared, blinking. "Like me? Paris, I'm not-"

"He had a boy in his basement," Paris cut in softly, his eyes crinkling as his hand moved to Marcos' face, cupping his cheek. "My crew had found him. He was eleven, and malnourished. He had been down there for two months, filled with... Cum and nothing else. He had been brought from his village here in hopes of a better life. The moment I had seen him..."

His face twisted now, his other hand clenching. "The fear in his eyes. The distrust. Shame. Horror. He was just a child, Marcos. I had seen his file once and the child there looked... Carefree, happy, he seemed like he had a soul. The one I met didn't," Marcos could sense the anger now clouding around the male, his hate evident. "Looking at him reminded me of you. You trust easy, forgive easier, and you love, you love without fear, without hate, something that I can't do without worrying if I'm making the the right decision. The idea that one day, someone could... Take that light from you, from anyone got me so mad-"

"Paris," Marcos cut in, now grabbing the male's hand and resting his face on it, his voice soft. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm safe. Nothing would ever happen to me, I promise."

The other male didn't say anything, instead, the darkness in his eyes had vanished, leaving it with a cool flame before he closed them, opening them after a second and giving him a brief smile. "Alright,"

The rest of the flight had been done in absolute silence, though none of them had felt uncomfortable in it, only breaking it when they reached Wystwood.

Paris drove, his men told to stay in the background as their Mothers had no idea who he was, and said during his drive, "I bought it."

"What?" Marcos asked, tearing his eyes from staring outside the window to look at the other male.

"Her house," He said, his never leaving the road. "It was for sale, and- And I bought it."

"Mhm," Was all Marcos said to that.

Getting home, Elise had been standing at the door waiting for them, pulling Paris into a bone crushing hug. She was healthier, brighter, her aura glowing all over her skin as she rambled off about how Paris was the worst child to ever exist as he never came to see her, only sending gifts and Maria-

Marcos had found his Mother in the kitchen, both sharing a hug immediately, not for anything but reassurance that the other was both alive and well, then walked up the stairs to his room, leaving Paris to the only woman in the world that could yell her head off at him and still have it on her neck.

When he got in, he found it different from how he had left it in his last visit. Each year, he spent every holiday with them, but the last one had him leaving in a hurry, not bothering to arrange any of his things.

"She liked to keep your things in order, just so you'd always find everything when you returned," She said, causing Marcos to turn around and look at her.

Her face had filled up, her brown skin soft and warm looking, her full lips giving her round face a seductive shape, which was good, his Mother wasn't too old to engage in... Other activities.

After Paris had left, he had sent enough money for her laundromat to be refurbished, and Marcos had been the one that advised Elise to join in, but not in the laundry cleaning as Mother had many workers now, but to open a sort of bake sale in it as well.

The other woman had seemed to enjoy baking as much as she treasured her garden at the back of their house, plus, it kept her busy from worrying about Paris who Marcos always reassured her was fine and would come back.

God, now he craved his Abuela's cookies.

Still, as his eyes roamed around the room, he realized things were different, and when they fell on the table in a corner of his room, he guessed why.