The Death Of A Bachelor

Countdown To Infidelity

"Brendon?"

Patrick scrambled away from his boss. His hands reached down to pull his pants up to where they were supposed to be.

Ryan sat up and crawled to the top of the bed. His white shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open, exposing his small chest. The only other thing he was wearing was a pair of black briefs.

Good. If his underwear was still on then that probably meant they didn't go all the way. Brendon didn't have to kill Patrick now.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I-I was delivering his cookies-"

"Are you hiding them in your dick?"

"No. No. They're in the kitchen." Patrick ran a timid hand through his light colored hair. "Let me explain. I-We- this is my boyfriend. Ryan is my boyfriend."

"The hell he is!"

"He is!" Patrick pointed to Ryan. "He ordered from the bakery and I was bringing it up. But then things got a little heated-"

"There's no way you're fucking dating him!"

"Why not? Because he was your friend first? That doesn't mean anything, Brendon. We're way more than friends. Ryan and I are in love-"

"How long has this bullshit been going on?"

"A week." He glanced over at Ryan. "And it's been the best week of my life."

"Aww. That so-"

"Save it!" Brendon snapped. "Get your shit together and finish making your fucking deliveries."

"Okay." Patrick began sliding his shoes on."

"And I don't want you to ever come back here again!"

"You mean for deliveries?"

"I mean ever!"

"No fucking way! That's my boyfriend."

"If I catch you here again, you're fired."

"Brendon!"

"Go make the fucking deliveries before I fire you anyway."

"We're not done talking about this!" He mumbled as he grabbed his jacket and rushed towards the door. "I love you, Ryan."

"You too, babe." Ryan called back.

Brendon glared towards the half naked man on the bed. He waited until he heard the elevator doors ding to speak.

"What are you doing?"

Ryan slid out of the bed. "What are you talking about?"

"You're with Patrick now?"

He shrugged and smiled. "I guess so."

"Are you having sex with him? You've only just lost your virginity! Shouldn't you wait?"

"Why?" Ryan approached him slowly. "I really enjoyed it. So I figured it would be fun to try again."

"But you can't just go around having sex with anybody."

"I'm not." He stopped in front of him. His fingers tracing along the line of his collarbone. "Just Patrick."

"So you've already slept with him?" A sick feeling filled Brendon's stomach at the thought. Ryan was his.

"Maybe."

"Please, Ryan." Brendon grabbed his hand to stop him from touching him. He stared into the boy's dark eyes. "Just be honest."

"I didn't sleep with him yet. But I will."

As he spoke Brendon began focusing on his lips. Beautiful lips. "Why?"

"Because he's my boyfriend and I love him."

"You loved me a week ago."

"And you hurt me. You made it very clear that you didn't want me. So I moved on."

"I change my mind." He said quickly. His mouth moving faster than his brain. "I want you now."

"You just don't want me with Patrick." He tried to pull away but Brendon pulled him closer.

"I don't want you with anybody but me."

"What about Dallon?"

Holy shit! How had he forgotten about Dallon?! He was so consumed with misplaced jealously that he'd failed to remember he was a happily married man. Brendon let go of Ryan's hand.

He couldn't do this to Dallon. He didn't deserve it. But as he looked at Ryan again, thoughts of Dallon began to fade. Because he also couldn't do this to Ryan. The kid was in love with him. He was his first love. He owed it to him to make it a good love.

Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! His conscience yelled at him. You're trying to find an excuse for you to continue seeing both of them.

It was true enough. Brendon could admit that. He loved Dallon. There was no way in hell he was ever going to leave him. And he didn't want anyone else with Ryan. Just because he had him first. So he wasn't leaving him alone either.

This was the life he was choosing to lead then. He was going to remain a cheater to satisfy his own personal agenda. He was going to possibly hurt two people to keep himself happy. He had no idea who he even was anymore.

"Don't you worry about Dallon."

"So we're back together?" Ryan asked excitedly.

"I- yes."

"Yes!" Ryan squealed. He leaned down to kiss Brendon's lips. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He kissed back. He was pretty sure guilt was the only emotion he'd ever be able to feel again.

"How much did you miss me?" Ryan asked. His hands slipping into the front of Brendon's pants.

"Too much." He yanked his hips closer.

Let the cheating commence in

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