Two drabbles
They both remember saying those fateful words many years ago. And neither of them is too keen on committing the same mistake any time soon.
Lester after two years of drawn out courtship, during dinner in an expensive but tasteful restaurant. Helen after three weeks in the throws of passion, with Nick’s throbbing cock deep inside her body. Her marriage lasted 4 years and ended as silently as it had been loud and bitter while it lasted. Lester’s will never end because he’s too much of a coward to admit to himself what he really wants.
This. Passion. Filth. Helen.
Title: Left Behind
Characters/Pairings: Stephen/Nick, (implied Stephen/Helen)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: L is for Left behind, Stephen/Nick for reggietate
Left Behind
Stephen has acted all too often without thinking but this is not one of them.
The moment his fist connects with Nick’s jaw he knows without the shadow of a doubt that it’s the only possible way out. It’s not stupid heroism, it’s not a way to protect Helen (though he’s not quite sure if he should believe himself), it’s not even a plea for redemption (he has been rejected often enough to know it’s pointless).
But Nick has walked out on him often enough and Stephen’s selfish, bruised heart won’t let him be the one left behind this time.