The Way We Were

The Way We Drink

Marc clapped a hand on Mal's back. "You messed up good, little brother."

"She won't even listen to me!" Mal snapped.

"Well you did cheat on her." Mike pointed out.

"It was a kiss! One I didn't even seek out! She kissed me!"

"And what girl believes or cares about that?" Marc snorted.

"You know Eliza's been going around saying you had sex a bunch of times and that she's over here nearly every day?" Mike said pensively.

"That's not true!" Mal couldn't stress that enough. He'd tell Marcy if she'd just listen to him.

"What are you talking about, birthday boy?" Michael walked in with Marcus and Russell.

"Do you know Mal cheated on Marcy?" Marc asked.

"Vic told Jeanette and she told me."

"I don't think she's going to forgive you any time soon." Marcus said.

"You know nothing happened, right, Father?" Mal pleaded.

"She says she seen it, Jr." He shrugged.

"She walked in on it but it wasn't my fault! Eliza jumped on me!"

"That's the excuse you're going with?" Russell shook his head.

"It's better than your excuse." Michael smirked. "How's the single life?"

Russell scowled. "Aren't we here to witness his first beer?!"

"Yeah, if anybody needed a drink..." Marc taunted.

Marcus got a beer from the fridge and popped the top with the bottle opener. "Here you go! Happy fifteenth!"

Mal took the blue bottle and tasted the beer. "It's good. I like it."

The men cheered.

Mal drank deeply then belched.

The men hooted.

W.W.W.

Marcy took her jacket off and went upstairs. She set her things on the bed and began putting them away in their proper places.

Mal came from the bathroom. "Hey."

"What are you doing here?" She snapped to attention.

"I just came to get a few things and we had my beer tasting here."

She stared at him coldly.

"It's my birthday." He shrugged.

"I know that."

"You're not going to wish me a happy birthday?"

"Go to hell."

"Why can't we just talk about this like adults?!"

"Why can't you just leave?!"

"You're going to listen to me!" He strode over to her and yanked her close to him.

"Or what?! You'll find some other slut that will?!"

He was so mad, he shook her. "It's like talking to a brick wall!"

She broke out of his grasp and pushed him away. "You were wrong but you're blaming me! I'm not the wall here!"

"You never have time for me!"

"And that means you can go out and fuck the first disease carrying bitch you find?! Next!"

"I didn't fuck her!"

"Oh right! You didn't get there yet! My bad for interrupting!"

He yanked her close. "You infuriate me!"

"Good!"

He kissed her. Then he set her away from him.

She just stared at him.

He brought her close again and kissed her hard. She kissed him back. Lips slid over lips and teeth clicked together as they devoured each other's mouths.

He broke away to run kisses across her jaw and neck.

She pulled out her high pony and pulled her hair out of his way.

He picked her up and perched her on the bed and reclaimed her mouth.

She pulled at his shirt and he broke away to lift it over his head. She laid back and pulled him forward by his shoulders.

He climbed on top of her and captured her mouth as his hand reached under her cheer top and played with her breasts.

She arched up into his touch and moaned. He swallowed it and returned with one of his own. "I need you."

In response, she wiggled out of her bottoms and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He buried his fingers in her and discovering her ready, he quickly made her come. After, he shed his clothing and the rest of hers before burying himself to the hilt inside her.

They moved together, trying to make the other explode first. In the end, they came together in a kaleidoscope of color and sensations.

In the aftermath, as they cooled down, Marcy wiggled. "This changes nothing."

Mal grew angry and hard. "I guess that means I should make this one count." He started moving anew.

W.W.W.

"We should at least talk about the twins." Mal buttoned his jeans.

"Fine." Marcy walked to the closet.

He sighed. "I haven't seen them in days. That's not fair."

She emerged from the closet in a bathrobe. "They do miss you."

"I miss them."

"Fine. You can get them from day care and spend time with them until I get home."

"What about taking them to day care?"

"I have been missing rehearsals. If someone lets you use their car. Sure."

"And Saturdays?"

"No way. I don't get to see them all week."

"At least you're admitting to being gone from them." He muttered.

"What was that?" She heard him.

"Nothing." He cleared his throat. "Can I at least have two Saturdays a month?"

"Fine. Whatever." She was suddenly tired.

"I didn't sleep with her. Ever." He stood up.

She grabbed his shirt and pressed it into his chest. "Just go."

"I'm going to make you believe me." He stared down at her.

"I wish I could." She averted her eyes, ashamed at wanting to cry.

He ran his thumb over her cheek then put on his shirt and left.

She climbed in the bed, fresh from their lovemaking and cried into his pillow.