Achromatic

Bleached

 He expects things to get awkward, but Scott's behavior doesn't change at all. He is still a little goofy and a lot lovable, doesn't try to avoid Todd at all. He also doesn't drink Red Bull or eat junk food anymore which David finds worrying. Toddy laughs so hard about it that he cries, then cries some more for a completely different reason, and Scott consoles him without asking what's wrong. Maybe it's obvious. It's definitely obvious that Todd is the asshole here, and he kind of wants someone to call him out on it. But there are only two people who know, and he sure as hell is not going to berate himself.
He starts worrying around the third month, watches Scott's every move like a hawk, always ready to step in and catch the other man. There is no need, his friend is very careful, even more so when he notices the shift in Todd's attention. Scott's body language screams 'no' every time Todd tries to help, not that he expected anything else. Maybe they can't be close anymore. He can't really imagine them hanging out  with baby around, not when he knows it's his. It will probably inherit his darker skin, maybe eyes. Or nose, if it's unlucky. He likes Scott's nose better, even if it's not perfectly straight and on the bigger side.

When the tour ends, and he can finally go back home to Catherine, it's perfect. At first it's everything he dreamed of. Catherine is caring, and they make up for the lost time with a lot of sex on every flat surface they can find, his girlfriend giggling about his sudden sexual prowess. She is so good, so beautiful, everything he ever wanted in a woman. He is happy, he thinks he is, but then the dreams start, and he's been told that dreams have a lot to do with your subconscious. His seems to be focused on the one night he spent with Scott. Every time he wakes up sweaty, cock hard and already leaking precum; Catherine is too soft then, her thighs and arms too thin, pussy too wet. His body remembers the hard planes of Scott's male form, the thickness of his strong thighs and the tight, tight grip his ass had on Todd's cock. His friend moaned and whimpered, and asked for more, harder, fuck me harder, Toddy until Todd shook with exhaustion. He's never done it with a man before, but it couldn't be Scott's first time, not with how hard he took it, how comfortable he was with a dick up his ass. They discussed gay sex before, of course they did, two young, curious guys who spend way too much time together. It had to come up sooner or later. They laughed about it to cover up their embarrassment.
Scott never mentioned sleeping with men, and Todd feels betrayed. He tells the older man everything, things that even Catherine doesn't know about. They are supposed to be best friends, and that's what best friends do. Tell each other things that no one else would understand. Did he think Todd is a bigot before they fucked? Now Scotty  probably thinks that he is a closet case which is only slightly better. But Todd is not gay, he loves Catherine, and he loved other girls before. He never loved a man. He loves Scotty, but it's a different kind of love, it is.
He doesn't see or talk to his friend for the next two months. It's the longest they've gone without any contact, and Todd can almost physically feel the separation. It's a slight ache in his heart, but surely it can't be real. He sees a doctor, who finds absolutely nothing wrong with his health, but instead of relief, he feels shame. That's all he feels, recently. He can't look at Catherine because shame burns in his throat, and he avoids looking at kids because shame lodges itself in his stomach, a heavy weight that he can't shake off.

"We're having a party, and I invited Scotty," Catherine announces over breakfast. "I have no idea what's going on between you two, but you're miserable, so sort it out."
"No, I'm not!"
"You literally whimper his name in sleep, like you are having a nightmare. He is not trying to call you, so it's definitely something you've done, but I'm not going to ask. Just fix it."
For the next week Todd tries to come up with a plausible excuse for cancelling the party, but Catherine shoots him down every time he tries. She is much smarter and more perceptive than people give her credit for. He isn't afraid that Scottis going to make a scene, he's not like that. But he is going to be very... pregnant. At least he should be quite a lot bigger, their friends are used to seeing him all fit and slim. They are going to know, they will ask questions. God, why did Scottsay yes?