Stand By Your Men

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Author's Note: I am so torn between the cast of 2Moons and 2Moons2 for this story. I would like to think either would work.

Desperation...

It had become such a common feature of Ming's life he didn't actually know what else was going on around him. Every day brought a new layer and every day he tried his best to make it to the end of the day without falling apart. Ming didn't mind. He'd almost grown accustomed to it. Almost...but not quite. He would probably have been satisfied to keep going like that if things hadn't taken a sudden and unexpected turn.

P'Forth slept with P'Beam.

The thought of them together was hard enough for him to wrap his mind around. But it was the fact that P'Forth was not P'Beam's first male lover that completely threw him. Because while Wayo had been pining away for P'Phana, P'Phana had been trying to convince his best friend to give him a chance. A chance that had led to their first and only sexual encounter while they were still in high school. An encounter that had meant far more to P'Phana than to his best friend but enough to use as a weapon against the man who now occupied P'Beam's bed.

So P'Forth found out because P'Pha couldn't keep his mouth shut or his ego in check. Then P'Kit found out because he was in the right place at the wrong time. Then, in a moment of martyrdom or stupidity or something Ming just couldn't understand...P'Pha told Wayo. And that is how Ming came to find out about it. Because Wayo was sitting on his bed crying his eyes out because everything he thought he'd once known about the love of his life had been erased by one discovery.

Amazing how telling one truth made everything else seem like a lie.

Ming thought he was stronger. He thought there was nothing he couldn't handle. But the desperation had created chinks in his carefully crafted armour. So in the face of his best friend tears and desperate desire for something that made some kind of sense after everything had been torn down and left lying in a pile of rubble at his feet; Ming was undone by the press of Wayo's warm needy body against his. All common sense flew out the window. He was so desperately horny, so desperate to feel wanted or needed or even desired that he'd done something rush. Something stupid. Something hurtful. The text message was far from his finest moment but it said things he had not been willing to think about let alone say out loud.

I'm sorry P'Kit (how many of his texts had started like that? Always apologizing for what he felt or what he did or didn't do or what he was about to say...) but I don't think I can court you anymore. I hope you can forgive me but even if you can't, I know it will not be long before you forget me. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.

There was no sense of satisfaction. There was no closure. Just the gnawing pain of failure...and that never ending desperation.

"Come on Wayo...let's go for ice-cream. You know it always makes you feel better." Ming said to his best friend.

Wayo sniffled pitiably then shook his head. They'd already been to the ice-cream parlour and while it had been nice enough neither of them had been in any frame of mind to talk about what was going on. Doing the same thing expecting different results was just stupid...or insane. But Ming was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back the feelings he'd done such a good job of hiding for years. He was about to insist when Wayo looked up at him with pleading eyes and said, "Make love to me?"

Fuck me.

Do me.

Rock my world.

Shove your cock inside me and make me come.

Any of those would have been a perfectly reasonable request. A completely acceptable phrasing of a purely physical desire. And to any or all of them Ming would have been perfectly capable of saying no. But he had no defences again that softly whispered request: 'Make love to me.'