(Don't forget there's music now!)
Summer 2008
"If your head wasn't as thick as your cock maybe I'd have said yes the first time you asked me to marry you." Olivia grunts, grabbing the headboard.
"If your mouth was half as big when sucking my cock as it is when you're talking, I'd have been fucking you a lot harder." Julian retorts, putting a hand on Olivia's neck, squeezing just enough to put pressure but not enough to actually cut off any blood flow, though he knew that's what she was begging for. "Say my name. Scream it."
"Julian." She moans, gripping his hair. He really had meant to get it cut.
The default ringtone fills the room, throwing Julian off the rhythm he had going. Olivia picks it up and presses it to her ear. "Hello?"
Julian tries to listen to the other end, but gets a few inaudible mumbles before Olivia hangs up. "Get out of me, I have to go do something."
"Did something happen? Is everyone alright?"
"Yeah, I just have to go sign for a new order of towels." She says, pulling her skirt and blouse back on. "Don't wait up for me, I'm going out for drinks after."
Julian looks down at his lap. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"
"Don't really care."
A Little Later
Julian flattens the front of his tank top, looking up as the elevator doors open. He walks out and into the lobby, taking in the view. He pauses on a younger man, wearing a leather vest and black dress shirt, lighting a cigarette. He struggles with his lighter, cursing loudly at it.
Julian walks out and offers his lighter, watching the thanks in the man's eyes, which linger on his chest and bicep. "Thanks. You're a life saver."
"My pleasure. I'm Julian."
"Holden."
"How old are you, Holden?"
"Twenty six."
Julian smiles. "You like dick?" Holden nods, his eyes going straight back to Julian's chest. "You down to fuck?"
"Depends. You got a wife or someone I gotta worry about?"
"Fiancee, but we have this open engagement. Free fucks until we're actually married. It's this agreement we made."
"This could work, but only if you're into dominating your partner."
"A twink like you, oh yeah."
A Year Later
"I haven't climaxed that hard in a long time." Olivia says, looking over at Ned. "You have the magic touch?"
"You never had complaints about Julian in bed before."
"He has the flu and a cold. He's been in bed for like three weeks straight. And not the fun kind of in bed. God, when he's not doing coke and I can't fuck him, I realize just how much I actually hate the man." She complains.
"Divorce him than. You shouldn't be miserable. You deserve better."
"I can't. The fucking pre-nup. I can't divorce him until we've been married for five years and have a kid. Unless I can prove he's abusive, which is impossible because he's the most gentle husband. God, I've tried to get him to hit me. Even when he's high he's so nice. I mean, he's gets angry but he'd never lay a finger on me. Asshole."
Ned sighs and lays back in bed, stretching his arms. Olivia looks over at her buzzing cellphone. She rolls her eyes and answers it. "Hi, honey. I've missed you." She greets cheerfully, looking at Ned with disgust.
"I miss you too." Julian says softly. "When are you gonna be home from visiting your sister?"
"Oh, not for another day or two."
"Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you when you get home. Just remember to take care of your knees. They're so bruised and red. You really should lay off the ice skating, no matter how much Connie loves it. You must be really bad at it to fall so much. I love you, goodbye." He hangs up.
"He's such an idiot." Olivia laughs, throwing her phone to the couch on the other side of the room.
She goes in for another kiss as her stomach growls. Ned laughs. "I'll run out and get some food. We've burned a lot of calories today. What are you in the mood for?"
"You choose." She kisses him as he gets out of bed and starts to get dressed.
He turns the doorknob, falling outside when it's pulled open. Julian grabs his shirt and pulls him to his feet, pushing him back into the motel room. "Your sister looks a lot different than I remember her. Has she gotten even uglier?"
Olivia covers herself with the blanket. "What are you doing here, Julian?"
"Catching my wife cheating on me. Isn't that crazy, my good friend just happens to be here. Oh, Ned, were you trying to help me catch Liv? What a noble thing to do. Oh, no? You were fucking my wife? Behind my back? Now, stop me if I say something incorrect." Julian starts, his body physically shaking from anger. "I gave you a spot in my band and pulled you out of bankruptcy. Then I let you stay in my house for several weeks so you can get back on your feet. And this whole time you've been sticking your sad, little cock inside my wife?"
"Julian, let him go." Olivia begs, trying to pry Julian from Ned.
Julian throws Ned to the ground, knocking Olivia down with him. "You're insane."
"And you're a whore." Julian growls, slamming the motel room door as he leaves.
