Love Is Ǝvil

40 It's Too Late To Save Our Love

Monday. Normally Marshall was okay with this day, after all he loved his job, loved making music and loved to compete with his friends in the booth. This day, though, was a pain in the ass. Literally. Spending all day yesterday in his bed hadn't done anything good for his sore muscles or his hole. Suffice it to say, it was acting like a prima donna. Every movement made him think of the night with Ryan, made him think of his own repugnant behavior. Come on, slut, you loved every second of it. A hard dick inside you for hours, that's the dream. He had been marinading a whole day in his own wrongness and only came out the very same end: He was the worst person. What was he to do about it? How could he change? Bitch, why're you so exhausting? We both know, you love this.

At the moment he stood in the small kitchen that was part of his studio, and looked into the fridge, trying to find something he could eat for lunch.

Since getting sober he thought, he had done a good job at changing so far. It did help considerably that he had power over his mind now instead of being too drunk or too high to hear his own thoughts and just ended up following his impulses. Keep yourself telling that, fag. Lies. Lies. Lies. Following his impulses always got him into trouble. But evidently, he didn't need drugs to completely lose his mind. Sure, even sober he had a hard time controlling himself, but at least he had thought he faired a better chance.

Nope, he did not. On the contrary, with all faculties well intact he had set out for the day to happen more or less exactly as it had. He had gone to the date with Ryan in clothes, he knew Ryan liked on him, and he even had put on some make-up to look cute for him, because Ryan liked that on him. He had fucking planned to look and act in a way, Ryan liked on him. Why had he done that? Because you love his dick. Ain't that obvious? Your slutty little pussy loves to eat his dick. That had not been some spur of the moment. He had not lost control because temptation was seducing him. On the contrary, he had planned to seduce Ryan and for his friend to lose control because Marshall was too much temptation for him. And boy, did you wrap him around your little finger. I'm impressed you still got it, thought you'd become all party pooper and grouch. It had worked perfectly and admittedly, he was a bit proud of himself. He was officially Ryan's side bitch now.

His heart fluttered at the thought and the prompt tension in his ass stung invitingly. His hole didn't want to be touched, but it sure as shit wanted Ryan's dick in there again.

"You finding anything?", Denaun asked.

Marshall jerked from his thoughts and slammed the fridge shut. Surprised he looked at Denaun, who had just entered the kitchen. He gonna be your next piece of prey? There's still more room in your pussy and, I mean, he already thinks of you as a girl. Won't take much, I bet. "What?"

Denaun frowned skeptical. "You always been this skittish?"

"Shut up", he grumbled and wiped a hand over his face. "No, I ain't skittish. And no, I didn't find anything. It's all crap." He went to the table, where his energy drink still stood. Carefully he lowered himself onto a chair.

Denaun smirked amused. "You had a rough night with Nicolas again?"

An annoyed groan was his response. But probably better his friend thought, Nicolas had torn his ass apart than who'd actually done it. Although, would Denaun care if he knew? Wasn't like Ryan or Marshall sneaked around about their cheating in front of their friends, so that wouldn't be much of a surprise.

"Good for you", Denaun gave a pat on his back. Then he turned to the freezing compartment of the fridge and took out a package of hot pockets. "You want one?"

"Hrmpf", Marshall mumbled and shrugged.

Denaun raised his brows quizzically, but he went on to put the food into the microwave. "Maybe you two should switch sometimes? You're kinda limping all the time recently. That can't be good in the long run, I don't think."