Snippets of an affair ~ First Fight

[zahraowens]

Title: Snippets of an affair (10/?) ~ First Fight Author: zahra_owens Beta: iona_lewis Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1853 Warnings: Beware of boy-loving, guy on guy, and what's more, they're cheating on their boyfriends. Disclaimer: Persons and events described here may, on the surface, seem familiar, but I don't have a clue what I'm talking about. Author's note: The POV may change throughout the story, so the 'I' from this chapter may not be the 'I' from the previous chapter. In this case the POV is the same as last chapter ;-)

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Like I promised, I couldn't stay away from you. You are too good to me and the contrast with my fly-boy is so great, I have to keep coming back for more.

Your house is my safe haven. We work in it together, painting walls and sanding old wooden floors. I'm not much use on my own, but you seem to know what you're doing and you're pretty good at giving instructions so I can make myself useful.
I'm happy in a strange sort of way to see that when I'm not around, on the days when I can't be with you, the wall is left half-painted and the drapes are left unhung until I return. I know this is because you work outside the house then, but I can't help telling myself you need me to hang that painting or the mirror in the bathroom.

Although I miss the mattress in front of the fireplace, our lovemaking has become more conservative now that your bed has arrived. This doesn't mean I enjoy it any less, or that we indulge it in less frequently than before. We still sleep less than we should when we're together, afraid to waste too much time. I still wake you up to say goodbye and sometimes to make love to you one last time before I leave to go back to my own apartment. And every time my heart grows heavier.

One day I'm cleaning the windows in the apartment, just to kill the time until my lover leaves, when I see you crossing the street to enter my building. You're not alone and my heart sinks when I see the other man getting out of the car is your lover. Ex-lover, you've assured me. I know his mother lived in the ground floor apartment, but the fact that you're here together doesn't calm me down. I want to run downstairs and talk to you, just to show him that I saw you entering but I can't leave the apartment. My fly-boy was out partying late last night, but that doesn't mean he won't want me at his beck-and-call from the moment he opens his eyes.

It's around dinner time before he finally leaves for the airport and I can make my way downstairs. The front door of the apartment is ajar and I can just make out how you kiss you ex goodbye. To my dismay it's not a mere friendly kiss as you linger and take your time to really taste him. Your body language also doesn't lie as you pull him closer to align yourself with him. I feel the bile rise in my throat and I'm already turning around when I hear the door opening and I can't help feeling caught as I look at the two of you. You stare at me blankly, but I can tell you weren't expecting to see me there.

"I...I better go. Otherwise I'll be late signing in," your lover says to you as I stand like a statue in the hallway.

Your gaze moves from me to him and you nod. "Are you sure you'll be okay taking the bus?"

He nods. "That's how I get around these days." Then he turns around and nods to me in recognition as he steps outside.

I don't know how to react as I see you follow him with your eyes, but I feel like a fool. All these weeks I was thinking you and he were no longer an item and here you are, acting as if you are still lovers. Which you obviously are.

I've already climbed two steps when I feel your hand grabbing my arm and holding me back. I try to pull free without turning around but you won't let me.

"I need to explain," you say, the strain in your voice clear. "Come inside."

"Why?" I ask, barely controlling the anger rising in me.

"Because you're going to yell at me and that's better done behind closed doors than in a corridor where every other occupant can understand every word you say."

I hesitate for a moment, but I know you make a lot of sense, so I step inside and close the door behind me. "You sure as hell know I'm going to yell at you. You bastard!" You stay deadly calm and that infuriates me even more. "All this time you've let me believe that he was no longer a part of your life, that you'd broken up. He tried to fucking kill you! And now I see you kissing him? You probably fucked him too!"

"I never said we'd broken up," you reply, but there's a quiver in your voice and you're not looking at me, so I can only come to the conclusion that the second part of my accusation is true.

"I can't believe you fucked him here, today, in his dead mother's apartment, among her things." I look around at the boxes and the freshly painted walls. "With me, your other lover, just two floors up." I watch you standing there, defeated but I want you to deny it, I want you to tell me you didn't and that you wouldn't do such a thing, yet you don't. And before I know it, I hear a slap and your head turns and I see the red imprint of my hand well up on your face. It doesn't calm me down though, to the contrary, my hands ball themselves into fists and I pound at you, but you grab my wrists and try to stop me. I finally relent and allow you to hold my hands up against the smooth wood of the door, your body pressed against me. Your eyes are closed and your face tense, teeth gritted and I hear you breathing heavily.

'I'm sorry," you say. "But you have no idea what it's like. I can't erase fifteen years with him and pretend it didn't happen. He's better now, he's taking his medication and you can actually have a decent conversation with him again."

"So you're going back to him?"

You shake your head. "No. That part is over. I'm just helping him fix this place up, for when he can live on his own again."

"So why then?"

You open your eyes and look at me. "He was in the back room and he called me over. He said he heard noises, upstairs. The windows were open and I guess the sound drifted down. He said they were making him horny and then I recognised your moans."

"Oh fuck."

"He pulled me closer and all I could think of was you. That was you we were hearing, I'd recognise that moan anywhere." You look me straight in the eye now. "Do you have any idea what it's like for me to let you go every time, knowing that you come back here and he can't keep his dirty little hands off you for one day?"

I'm suddenly horny as hell. Too much adrenalin in my system and no release. Since I didn't come when my pilot-lover fucked me before he left, all I can think of now is that I want to fuck you, fast and hard, until you beg for mercy. I don't need to explain this to you. We've always been on the same wavelength.

You kiss me hard and wet and I feel your arousal digging into my hip so I push myself away from the door and turn us around so our positions are reversed. You fumble trying to unbutton my trousers and when you succeed, your rough, calloused hand feels good on me. You smoothly rub me and I know I'm leaking already. "Turn around," I ask, my voice already unsteady because of the rapid build-up. As you comply, you strip off your jeans and I see you've gone commando, which turns me on even more. "You have condoms in those jeans?"

You shake your head. "Used up the only one this afternoon."

"I don't have any here either," I have to admit and for a moment I think I'm not going to get to be inside you.

"Don't care, just do it. I'm safe."

I know I'm not thinking straight but I fist my cock a few times and it's slick with the precome you've rubbed around it and so I spit in my palm to add some more lubrication. You're standing against the door, hands on either side to brace yourself and I really only want one thing, so I shove my cock into you and you gasp, no doubt feeling the sting. You're incredibly tight and all I want to do is piston in and out of you, but I know I can't hurt you, so I wait until I feel you slowly relax. You push back and I feel myself slide into you completely.

"Now fuck me. Please," you plead.

I don't need to be told twice and grabbing your hips, I immediately start at a fast pace. You're moaning loudly, but I've fucked you enough times to know these aren't cries of pain, this is ecstasy and you're slowly reaching the zone. We both know we won't last long but it doesn't matter. This is what we both need right now and as you start growling like a caged animal, I know I have you right where I want you.

"Fuck. harder. Please. Need it harder."

I can't keep up this rhythm and push into you as hard as I want to, so I slow down, increasing my accuracy and aim and also the strength I can put in each thrust. Your head is resting against the door in between your hands and I don't need to look at you to know you're close to coming. I move my hand from your hip to your groin and cup your balls, which are tight already, so I move again to give you a few quick jerks and this sends you over, your tight hole clenching around my swollen cock. I hold onto your hips as I spill my seed inside you and reluctantly slip out of you as we both move to adjust our footing. Neither of us can stand pulling away from each other just yet, so I push myself even closer to you and I kiss your neck, tasting the salt on your sweaty skin.

After we've both recovered enough to breathe more easily, you turn your head and I kiss you again, this time lovingly and tender. "I'm sorry, I had no right to claim you like that."

"You mean before or during the fucking?" you ask sheepishly.

"Before."

You nod and lift your arm to pull me closer as we continue leaning against the door of the hallway. "Do you need to pick something up upstairs before you come home with me?"

"No. I have everything I need at your house."

"Good," you say. "How long this time?"

"Four days."

A smile breaks on your face. "We had a good start."

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