Locked Away | DAMON BGT

Why?

"My beret suits you"

Simon's smile was hidden behind the cup of tea.

"And it took you all this time seeing me... to say that?"

The red colored David's cheeks.

"Oh better shut up, it took you a lot longer than it should have been to propose"

"I've already told you that..."

"I was waiting for the perfect moment," say both voices at the same time.

Simon chuckles while the other rolls his eyes.

"Humbugs"

A sudden breeze ruffled the man's light brown hair for the better. Simon gave his tea another sip to hide his blush.
His husband is very handsome.

Sundays were the only days where they could really spend time as a couple. Maybe during the week they could have dinner together, talk about their things, surely a love session... but the feeling of being persecuted by time did not allow them to be complete in themselves.
That's why those twenty-four free hours tasted like infinite.

David opened his mouth and whatever he was about to say stayed in his throat, because the waiter came to their table to leave a generous slice of cake.

Mr. Williams felt a delicious tingling all over his body. The bitumen, the nuts, the visibly juicy bread, and the damn vanilla scent was too much for him.

"Is it for me?" David looks up at Simon. His face seemed to have rejuvenated, his expression reminding Simon of a twelve-year-old boy opening some gift.

"No David, they just brought it for you to see it, they'll come to take it away... of course it's yours, big head."

"But... why?"

"Can't I pamper my beautiful chubby boy?"
He says this as he pinches his cheeks "go on, eat it. Bon appetit."

David listens to him and from the first bite, that cake completely won his love.

"It's delicious! Do you want some?"

The black-haired man lovingly cleanses a bitumen stain from the corner of his lips.

"No thanks babe, it's all yours"

"Just a little" pricks a piece of cake and directs it to the manly, thin lips of him "you'll like it."

"Seriously, Dave, it's..."

He brought the cake so close that it bumped against his lips, and Simon had no choice but to open his mouth.

David giggles. He liked to get away with it "it's good, huh?"

He laughs again when he notices his red cheeks. Simon finishes chewing and smiles sideways, imagining how he will react when he sees who will get away with it later, in bed.

But a few more seconds, when his eyes spotted something over David's shoulder, and his smile faded away, his body tensed.

David of course noticed.
"What's up, Si?" he started to turn around but Simon stopped him.

"Nothing sweetheart, nothing. You're not done with your cake yet, see if while you're done I'm going to resolve something, okay?"

Simon won't even let him answer. With a kiss, he left.

Williams bit his lip.
Of course, some strange behavior couldn't have been missing that day either.

David understood, since the beginning, that something was happening, he felt it in the bottom of his chest, but as much as he tried, subtly, to get some information from Simon, he deflected it.

And sadly, painfully, David thought what might motivate his husband to keep something from him.

That wasn't something of marriage.

Feeling that behind him was the answer to everything, he doesn't resist looking over his shoulder:
At a considerable distance, Simon was talking to a man, shoulder to shoulder, close by.

He looked away in reaction to the intense pain on the left side of his chest.
.
.
.

"After you, gentleman," says Simon playfully as he opens the door of the house, in a new attempt to make David smile. It didn't work. He just walks in.

He follows him into the room.
Running out of options, Simon asks.

"Is everything all right?"

"No" mutters as he takes off his shoes.

"You can tell me what's going on, you know? Instead of—"

"Same goes for you, you know?" He looks at him with anger "don't demand something you don't give".

Simon raises his hands, "all right, all right, it's about the man I was talking to, right? He's just a friend of mine from work, he needed to talk to me about something. It's all" emphasizes the last word.

"Of your imaginary work?"

"What?"

"Yes, your imaginary work, since you can't tell me where the hell you work, I decided it's your invention".

"Shit, again with that? I told you: in the peripheral industries!"

"Oh, all right, out of the 200, I'm sure I know exactly which one"

"Stop, David." Simon warns.

"No, I'm tired of playing dumb. Why do you suddenly make so much money? Why do you never seem to be calm? Why do you smell like a cigarette again? Why? Why the fuck are you lying to me?!"

"Stop it, David! Why so much mistrust? I'm telling you the truth!"

David clenched his fists, his nails burying themselves in his skin. He releases a pitiful groan, hating the damned tears that began to run down his cheeks.

"Please, Simon... please, we both know you're hiding something from me... please don't lie to me anymore, it— it hurts me."

Cowell softens his expression and leaves his defensive posture. Those words penetrated all his defenses, the sound of his broken voice genuinely touched him and he finally comprehended the pain he was causing him.

Williams sits on the edge of his side of the bed, feeling that his legs would weaken at any moment.

They lasted a minute in silence, without moving from their positions. Only a faint sniff could be heard.

The standing man gives up and climbs into bed, crawling until he is behind David's back. He hugs him, crossing his arms in his chest.

"Darling..."

"What's going on, Si?" he whispers, trembling.

"I... I'm in a gang."
His arms tighten up the body.
"I am a thief"