RAW Deception (Round 2 in the RAW Instinct Series)

Gregory

Listen to the Music: Luke Evans - Life is a Battlefield. 

Trigger warning: Violence.

I couldn't sleep.

Shane had left me cold.

All I could think about was him in the arms of another man. Our relationship began and ended at Canton's Cottage. A brief affair. A moment in time that brought me such happiness. A brief affair that left me in awe of the man who slipped through my fingers.

I understand I was guarded at times when I met Shane, and maybe it was about a lack of affectionate spontaneity. I've always avoided public affection because I had to make sure that no one in the military knew about me. In private, well, that's another matter altogether. I couldn't keep my hands off him. Kissing. Hugging. Constant eye contact. Skinny-dipping. Caressing his naked body. I loved every moment. I could stare at him forever because to me, it was like touching. Canton's Cottage will always be that special place. The place I met and lost the man of my dreams. Not even a note to God would bring him back.

If anything, Shane had broken me in like a wild horse needs breaking. I knew what I had to do when I got back home.

Joe's arrival had destroyed me.

Meeting him was like walking on pins. I had to tread carefully. Edward called me from my bungalow and insisted I come up to the house to meet him.

"I don't want to meet him, thanks."

"Dad, are you okay?"

"Yup. I'm fine. Just don't want to meet that fucktard."

"Cool. I'll see you later."

"If I'm sleeping don't wake me."

I fell asleep thinking about Shane. It seems all I did was think about him. In my arms and in my bed; in me. We never got that far, but the sex we had was more than great.

I awoke around two in the morning with voices shouting in my head, but the voices were coming from across the way, from Shane's bungalow. Arguing. Something crashed to the floor with a loud bang.

In an open vest and khaki shorts, I hopped over to Shane's bungalow. "Shane! Open up. What's going on?"

"Gregory, go away." Shane replied.

"Open up, Shane. I swear I'll break this door down."

Just as I was about to knock again, the door flung open and Joe stood in front of me.

"Are you fucking deaf? You heard him. Fuck off." Joe closed the door but I wedged it with my bare foot and fuck, it hurt.

"If you don't leave now, I'll get Edward and Raw down here." Joe said, threatening.

"Get them." I pushed the door open wide and stepped in. Shane sat on the floor in a corner of the room, hands covering his face.

"Shane what's going on here?" I said, bending down to pick him up but he shrugged me off.

"Don't touch me."

I turned to fucktard. "What the fuck have you done to him?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Doesn't matter. I know who you are. Let me tell you this right here and now, if you so much as touch Shane again, I'm going to break your fucking neck. Now stop this shit. It's two in the morning. People sleep at this time of night."

"It's okay, Gregory. I'm fine. He didn't hurt me. Please just go. I can take care of myself."

"Look at you, Shane. You're cowering, shivering in a corner. That doesn't look like fine to me. And what's with breaking things. These things don't belong to you," I said to Joseph. "That vase of flowers was his welcome gift."