Not Falling Apart

Chapter 27

Blake’s POV

Sex with Adam was better than he could have ever imagined.

They were lying naked together, snuggled up close, when Blake heard a door open downstairs. He bolted upright.

 “What is it?” Adam mumbled.

Blake listened closer, and heard talking and footsteps. Miranda was home.

“Shit.”

“Would you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Adam pleaded.

“Miranda’s home,” Blake said as he scrambled out of the bed and began fumbling for his clothes. He suddenly came to his senses—it was morning. Adam had been at his house all night.

“Oh shit.” Adam jumped up too.                                                                                                      

Blake hastily dressed then stopped to listen for noises downstairs. Why wasn’t she calling his name, like she usually does? Did she not see his truck? Fuck, Adam’s car was out there too…

Adam was trying to get his pants on so fast that he tripped over himself and fell with a thud.

“Shhh!” Blake snapped.

“Sorry,” Adam whispered.

He was finally dressed and went to stand by Blake at the door, listening. Then Blake heard another person’s voice. It wasn’t just his wife downstairs.

“Blake, there’s two people,” Adam whispered.

Blake hated hearing that. “I know.”

“Is Miranda…seeing someone else?” Adam said hesitantly.

Blake shook his head. This couldn’t be happening. Then he glanced at Adam standing beside him, and realized he was doing the exact same thing.

The voices grew louder and Blake realized they were coming upstairs. He panicked.

“You’ve got to hide.” He told Adam.

“Where?!”

“I don’t know, just…” He spotted the unmade bed, and rushed to tidy it up.

He saw Adam run by out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey, what are you…?” He turned to find Adam opening the window and trying to squeeze out. “Fuck, Adam, where the hell are you going?!”

“There’s a ledge out here, I can stand on it.”

“Get your ass back in here!” He grabbed Adam by the arm and pulled him inside. “Get in the closet, cover yourself up. And don’t make a sound.”

Adam obeyed, and Blake listened again. Adam just made it to the closet when the doorknob jiggled, and Blake darted in after him.

He pulled the door shut and tried to get as far back in the closet as possible, covering him and Adam up with clothes as he went.

“I’ll be right out Mark, I just need to grab something in here!” Miranda called to the man, who apparently was not in the room. Adam and Blake looked at each other.

Blake couldn’t tell what she was doing, but he heard her rummaging through some stuff in the attached bathroom. What she kept in the guest bathroom that wasn’t in hers, he didn’t know. After a few minutes, he heard her footsteps, then the door closing, then voices as they reunited.  

Blake let out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t needed to come into the closet. Slowly, he cracked the door open. The room was empty. He stood up and walked out, and Adam followed. Blake opened the bedroom door out to the hallway and saw no sign of anyone. They must have left.

He shut the door and walked back in to Adam, who was standing in the middle of the room, head down and hands in his pockets.

“Mark.” Blake said.

“Blake, I’m sorry. If we hadn’t of screwed around, this probably wouldn’t have happened.”

“No need for an apology. I chose to be with you. Now it’s clear I made the right choice.” He stepped closer and put his arms around the smaller man. “Fuck her.”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t bother you that your wife is cheating on you?”

Sure, it hurt. He was angry and sad. But now that he knew he had Adam to make up for it, he knew he would be okay.

“I’ll be fine. I love you more anyway jackass.” Then he added, “You’re pretty damn good in bed.”

Adam smiled slyly. “I love you too dickhead.”

***

Blake made his way home after work. He and Adam had decided not to tell anyone about them just yet. They would, but they wanted a little more time to figure out the details.

He was home alone for about an hour when Miranda came in.

“Hey baby, how are you?” she asked cheerfully as she walked over to him.

Blake wanted to knock that stupid grin off her face.

“Did you have a good time with Mark last night?” He was done playing games.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, sounding a bit nervous.

“Sure ya do. Adam and I slept in the guest room and heard you guys come in this morning.” He just hit her with two things—the fact that he knew about her affair, and the fact that he was with Adam.

“Oh, that was nothing, I…wait a second, what were you doing here with Adam?”

He stood up. “Adam slept here last night. With me. We talked. Had sex. It was a nice time.” He said as casually as possible.

She looked absolutely shocked. He couldn’t expect anything less. He just told her that he and Adam were together and made it clear that he didn’t give a shit what she thought. He finally stood up to her.

She didn’t say anything but kept her mouth hanging open. Blake started walking towards the door.

“Ya know, I realize that what you did with Mark is exactly what I’ve been doing with Adam—cheating. But I love Adam, and I want to be with him, and nothing is going to stop me. I’m sorry, but it’s over.”

“Are you leaving me?!” she shouted.

“Yes, I guess I am. I’m going to be with somebody who loves me, who doesn’t judge me or try to control me. Goodbye Miranda.”

“But…wait! You can’t just leave me here alone!”

His hand was on the doorknob. He shrugged. “You’ve got Mark.” Then he walked out.