Emotional Boys 2000

25

-Detroit 14 Years Prior-

"Mhm, I have no desire for kids."

"Then what's the point?"

"What do you mean, what's the point?"

"Well, if you've got no kids, you've got no legacy. You'll waste your life if you have no kids to leave as a result"

"What about my career? I'm gonna be helping people manage their money... I'm gonna actually make something of myself, not determined by my gender"

-Present day-

At the time, I assumed I could do something worth remembering. Sure, it's a boasting right, saying I work in the New York Stock Exchange is a big deal... in the present day to those I tell. However, when I die, no one will remember me about ten years later and that's being generous, no one will care. Sure, if I had kids, they would remember me, but that doesn't make a legacy. Legacy is defined as an amount of money or property left to someone in a will. However, society has turned it into being about the person themselves. You and the things you do are your legacy... and the argument is that those things will live on through your children. I have no desire to leave anything behind. The world does not care.

When I spoke with my father on this, I believed that being a stock broker, aiming for the NYSE would give me a legacy, but I'm living the legacy right now, with no one to pass it on to, no desire to pass it on to anyone. We don't leave anything behind regardless, sure if we've got kids, but then they eventually fade, everything does, unless you're uber famous, no one is going to remember you. There will be no legacy to recall.

So, I suppose my father was right in terms of definition. I will not leave behind a legacy as a legacy is something inherited to those important to you, this is typically your children.

Marshall has something I don't, he has the fame, he has the legacy already established. When he eventually does pass, as everyone does obviously, then people... millions will remember what he's done, in a way, parts of society will inherit his legacy. Not only that, but he in fact has kids.

I have no desire to build anything of the sort. If you could get famous for what I do for a living, you'd have to have a TV show like that of Jim Cramer, otherwise, no gives a shit about how hard you work or what you do for the economy.

It's fine, I don't mind being a cog in a machine.

Speaking of kids though...

"You have any desire to have more kids..?" I ask, hoping to god the answer is no. I do not want to have another card stacked against our relationship.

Lying beside me, I run my hands through his hair as he kisses me neck. This stops abruptly upon hearing my words, narrowing his eyes at me awkwardly, giving me an unsure look.

"Naw, I already technically got three... I ain't looking for anything but you right now... or ever..." he puts his straight dislike for the idea in a soft and gentle way, possibly to account for the fact I might say I wanted them. I could tell however that he was putting his very strong opinion in the nicest way possible.

"Good, I just wanted to make sure... I have no interest in having kids" I simply mutter, pressing my forehead to his and closing my eyes.

The silence between us lacks any sense of nervousness or fear, simply indulging in the presence of one another... the warmth coming from the other.

"So I guess we keeping things long distance for now huh..?" He randomly asks in a hushed voice, as if it were a risky question to ask.

"All we can focus on is now, I have no idea how shit is going to go down later on when things get more serious between us. But you come here to work on music every now and then and I can fly in for weekends here and there... it'll work if we want it to..." I whisper back, feeling my same warm breath return to me as it reflects off of Marshall's face, making me feel both intimate with him and subtly claustrophobic.

"Mm, sounds better than freaking out over where shit is going..." he softly chuckles before leaning in an inch to steal my lips with his, devouring them slowly as if enjoying every second of the experience.

I'm glad, that even with all the crazy ass shit that goes on between us, that at least we share a common interest.

I don't know where we're heading, I don't know if I have the ability to head anywhere, all I can hope for is to stay right where I am, but I like that Marshall seems to be with me on everything.

Sliding his tongue in my mouth after taking his time enjoying my lips, he's quick to slip it around mine, swirling it in circles along my tongue, tickling softly while also turning me on slightly.

His hand dormant at my side slides up to my cheek, cupping it softly as his thumb runs along the skin slowly.

I instinctively reach for his sweats, not paying attention to the act all too much as I slip my hand inside his boxers, gripping his dick that's only slightly hardened.

I begin rubbing my thumb on his tip softly, causing him to consequently groan in my mouth, only making the experience more perfect.

His dick hardens quickly, almost begging for me to do something more substantial to it.

My fingers begin exploring the rest of it, getting him completely hot and bothered, lower body squirming against my hand subtly, sending the message that I'm progressively making him more needy.

He moans, releasing occasional whimpers as he continues to feverishly devour my mouth, enhancing the electricity in the moment.

I want one last thing from him, and with him in this state, he'll be pissed but forced to comply.

I pry my lips off of him, continuing to jerk his length softly, running my thumb along his tip, using his pre-cum to my advantage to further his teasing.

"Fuck Esdeath please" he groans, as if he has the right to ask anything of me. Hah. Silly. His hands go to his sweats, slipping his thumbs into his boxers and shoving them down harshly, incredibly impatient for me.

"Ah- not yet" I apprehend him. "Before you get anything, you're pleasing your master first"