His Sensual Aide

Busted Nut

"Isn't it early?" Adam slammed the car door closed. The rain had stopped and an uncomfortable, ugly sky hung low overhead.

"The inquiry with which you are posing should be in regards to your own career--" Paul covered his mouth. "That was unkind. My mouth had a bad connection from my brain for one short moment. I am understanding that a dropout does not possess a career, so in your mind as you replay my previous remark, substitute career for go nowhere job."

Adam stomped towards the side door. The key slipped in as usual, yet failed to turn in either direction. "What the fuck?"

"I am salivating with joy by the decision to use such a word given the moment of time we have been delivered to!"

Adam gave a hard nod and moved towards Paul. "What the fuck is this, Paul? I am really not in the mood today, I can promise you that."

"Frankly, Adam, the busted nut from the acorn tree who will wither to naught a thing by winter, your mood is of no worry in my atmosphere at present-"

Adam pulled out his cigarettes and lit one right there in front of Paul. He was turned on by just doing such a small thing as that. Such an act that would have been unheard of just a month earlier. Paul didn't seem to care either way but did back away carefully.

Adam was no fool of course. He knew good and well what was going on. "Can't you ever speak in plain fucking English? You think that makes you look fabulous or eccentric when in reality it makes you come out like a tired old queen who has had a stroke and can't get around to the point."

That felt fucking incredible. Almost as incredible as Jayson's ass, or the feeling of his cock inside Adam's ass during the second fuck. He had wanted to throw that remark at Paul for almost the entire time he had known him.

Paul stepped forward as his face wore a shade of red that matched fire. "The whore takes issue with how I speak. His statement of such delivered via a strong lisp. An irony by a grand scale I should say."

Adam gave a hard laugh and walked directly towards Paul and exhaled a hard stream of smoke in his face.

Paul jerked his sunglasses off in the coughing fit that followed. Adam stood back, laughing as the drama queen did his thing, then moved towards his husband again. "Calling me a whore after I know good and well what you have been doing at Xin Park. Oh I know, trust me I do. You freaking idiot. When has running water ever covered up the sound of a conversation?"

Paul's look didn't alter, it held firm and even grew harder. Paul was not an ugly man, but he wasn’t a handsome man by definition. There had been something sweet about him in the beginning, a kindness of the recently out of the closet dentist that had drawn Adam to him. It was that which made him fall in love and it had been at the source of this love that Adam came to see him as attractive.

He stood before him in a new light over the years and at that moment he was downright ugly with his big, misshapen nose that a plastic surgeon had already made worse on two occasions. The same plastic surgeon who had given him a facelift at 35. The very action a complete waste of time considering nothing was down to lift. So instead he looked like a man constantly being spooked. Adam often wondered how the patients coming out of laughing gas could handle seeing a man with a face so tight he looked almost like some sort of creature. Because, there was also about five layers of foundations and makeups.

"Ah, it is, I would assume, the evening of the oral surgery where you over medicated and lay still, wide awake in misery of an upset stomach, to which you speak of?"

Adam gave a nod. "If you knew I was awake, why would you make that call. I really don't get why you want to throw it in my face now or then."

Paul chuckled even though it was an action he wasn't ordinarily prone to do. He pulled a card from the shirt of his pocket and shoved it in Adam's hand. "That's the name of my attorney, he will be handling the divorce. You may vacate the premises at the present. Then, off to the great world to locate one of your own." Paul jumped back in his SUV but left the door open. "I do have patients-"

"If you think that I'm upset or that I don't want this you are really mistaken. I am actually great." That was true for the most part and at the moment he said it. "You can't just lock me out of our home and without a single article of clothing-"

"Oh, how the young are forgetful. Materials I purchased are mine. In the legal world, where the two of us attached signatures with clear minds, the prenuptial agreement defined clearly that infidelity would void the contract."

Adam shook his head. Since the phone call, and especially since having met Jayson, he had gone to his safety deposit box at the bank on four separate occasions and read over the agreement in the prenuptial agreement so carefully he figured he would pass law school if he tried. It clearly stated that if they divorced Adam would get alimony. If they divorced due to infidelity, Adam would get nothing. And if they divorced because of Paul's infidelity, he would get alimony, fifty percent of Paul's hefty live savings that he guarded with security basically, and a piece of the dental practice.

"Right. So I own half of this house now because of your little visits to that park. So I would play me carefully, Paul."

Paul looked closely at Adam. "An affair was had. Sexual appetites filled as lust satisfied. It wasn't mine."

He backed out and Adam stood staring at the past and wondered what the hell the future was going to be.