FIC: Infidelity
Infidelity
He sat at the bar, fuming, nursing a full glass of lager beer. The impeccably dressed man sat slouched as he tried to ignore the scene before him, down at the dance floor.
The bastard was having fun with other pathetic fucks it seems. He disliked the fact that they could meet only in the secrecy of the night. And yet at the same time, he hated that the other clearly was not respecting him. God damn it, he was his and his alone. No other shitty headed assholes could toy with his.
He tried to keep a calm and open mind about it, taking a deep breath as he counted one to ten and backwards twice, his eyes clenched shut. When he felt noticeably calmer, he realized he had lost him. The bastard was nowhere within his sight. Damn it, hadn’t he told him to always be with him.
Anger burned and raged, adding fuel to the immense entangled emotions he was feeling. That damn bastard - they had agreed he would be the only one. They had fucking renewed their agreement just hours ago damn it.
Scanning the crowd, his eyes ablaze, he finally spotted the slender man, his back against the walls of the corridor. Eyes shut tightly as the other performed administrations on him. He hated to admit it but the fact of the matter was, the scene was turning him on. It was like live pornography, watching the man in the heated throes of passion.
Leaving the stool, he stormed towards the couple, shaking off an inebriated patron with too much make-up and reeked of perfume. Damn fucking faggot, he muttered under his breath as he viciously clawed his way through the grinding bodies.
He noticed then that the other man was clearly enjoying himself, his face contorted in pleasure, whimpering and moaning…his name. Fucking slut, he though as an epiphany struck - his heart sunk as he realized at that moment that he would never be able to tie the other man down; that he could never fulfill the other man’s latent desires. He alone was never enough.
He didn’t know why it hurt so much. He had known this all along - after all, he had picked the man off the streets. How stupid was he to think that hiring the other daily was enough. He quietly left the bar, his rage all but forgotten as he returned to his apartment where he found his wife in bed with his boss.
And he laughed, tears running down his face.
He sat at the bar, fuming, nursing a full glass of lager beer. The impeccably dressed man sat slouched as he tried to ignore the scene before him, down at the dance floor.
The bastard was having fun with other pathetic fucks it seems. He disliked the fact that they could meet only in the secrecy of the night. And yet at the same time, he hated that the other clearly was not respecting him. God damn it, he was his and his alone. No other shitty headed assholes could toy with his.
He tried to keep a calm and open mind about it, taking a deep breath as he counted one to ten and backwards twice, his eyes clenched shut. When he felt noticeably calmer, he realized he had lost him. The bastard was nowhere within his sight. Damn it, hadn’t he told him to always be with him.
Anger burned and raged, adding fuel to the immense entangled emotions he was feeling. That damn bastard - they had agreed he would be the only one. They had fucking renewed their agreement just hours ago damn it.
Scanning the crowd, his eyes ablaze, he finally spotted the slender man, his back against the walls of the corridor. Eyes shut tightly as the other performed administrations on him. He hated to admit it but the fact of the matter was, the scene was turning him on. It was like live pornography, watching the man in the heated throes of passion.
Leaving the stool, he stormed towards the couple, shaking off an inebriated patron with too much make-up and reeked of perfume. Damn fucking faggot, he muttered under his breath as he viciously clawed his way through the grinding bodies.
He noticed then that the other man was clearly enjoying himself, his face contorted in pleasure, whimpering and moaning…his name. Fucking slut, he though as an epiphany struck - his heart sunk as he realized at that moment that he would never be able to tie the other man down; that he could never fulfill the other man’s latent desires. He alone was never enough.
He didn’t know why it hurt so much. He had known this all along - after all, he had picked the man off the streets. How stupid was he to think that hiring the other daily was enough. He quietly left the bar, his rage all but forgotten as he returned to his apartment where he found his wife in bed with his boss.
And he laughed, tears running down his face.