Their bodies met in a clash of passion. Heated kisses being placed on any skin they could reach. Hands grasping desperately, trying to prove to themselves that this was real.
The dark-haired man breathed in that beautiful scent of sweat, vanilla and something that was purely male as he unbuttoned the blonde's shirt.
The shorter man gasped at the lips attacking his collarbone while his hands undid whatever they could, wanting to feel the hot skin of his lover.
The thick summer air and the sound of crickets surrounded them as fireflies danced around the gazebo that was their meeting place. The same gazebo that the dark-haired man had said his wedding vows in some years before.
"Oh Chris…" the blonde moaned as the taller male laid kisses to his chest. He ran his fingers through the thick dark locks and forced the man's face up so their mouths could meet in a mash of teeth and tongues.
"Scott," Chris breathed, wrapping his arms around the blonde, pulling him as close as he could.
God, if only it could be like this every day. But a distinguished lawyer and a lowly tailor's paths rarely met did they?
Scott rocked his hips against Chris, "I need you…" he whispered, looking at his lover with eyes full of not just lust, but love. The look made Chris' knees wobble in a way that his wife never could achieve.
She was a pretty little thing, from a good family. Their marriage had been celebrated, both bride and groom deemed lucky with a union that would be envied by all.
Most people envied the marriage and how nicely the couple lived. Scott was the only one to envy the bride.
Chris growled as he hoisted the blonde up onto the railing, kissing him greedily, sliding a finger inside the blonde who cried out in ecstasy.
And while Christopher MacLean was a respected, married man, Scott Bennet was a 'confirmed bachelor' spoken of in furtive whispers by the very people that forced them into secrecy.
They had met too late. Chris couldn't count the number of times he wished that he could have met Scott just a month earlier, could have saved him from a union to a woman he could never love.
They lost themselves in each other. Their bodies molded perfectly together, they knew each other. They knew the other better than they knew themselves. They became one body and in that moment of perfection they knew that it was society who was wrong and not them.
The air was filled with the sounds of crickets and the muffled moans of true love. The couple was safe in that moment, nothing could harm them. In this moment, everything was perfect.
Tomorrow they would go back to thoughts of longing and knowing glances if they chanced to glimpse each other in town. But that was tomorrow and it was so far away.
Scott took a deep breath as his body shivered in post-coital bliss. Chris laid his head against the blonde's shoulder and smiled as he panted, feeling content.
"I love you," he whispered and leaned his head into the hand that cupped his cheek. Black eyes met teary brown.
"I love you too Chris," Scott smiled tenderly and kissed his lover softly, slowly.
"I love you," Chris returned the kiss, holding Scott delicately as if he were made of glass and would shatter, leaving the lawyer alone in this dream, if he squeezed him too hard. "I love you," he said desperately as he kissed the blonde again and again and again.
Scott held Chris' face in both hands as he returned the kisses just as frantically, muttering words of love and comfort.
The kisses turned into soft caresses and then just holding and memorizing the feel of each other. The feel of stubble against soft skin, the touch of slim fingers in tangled locks, hard muscle against hard muscle. How could something this good be wrong?
Scott bit his lip as he finished buttoning his shirt, trying not to let his mind think on the empty bed he was going back to. Chris felt bile rise in his throat at the thought of his not-empty bed.
"Same time Tuesday?" Scott asked quietly, wishing time could stop.
Chris sighed, "Four days is much too long a wait," he reached out and pulled the blonde into a hug. Scott kissed his neck fondly.
"It is your fault for having a dinner party both tomorrow and Saturday," he gave a sad chuckle.
"And you refuse to meet on Sunday,"
"It's a holy day. I will not let you ruin my chances of getting into Heaven."
Chris laughed at his lover's ridiculous logic.
They parted an hour later though it felt like seconds.
Scott looked back at the moonlit gazebo wistfully, urging Tuesday to get here as fast as possible. He smiled, playing with the band on his ring finger that Chris had given him last year as he made the trek back to the apartment above his shop.
Chris did not look back as he walked towards the house that towered over him in the distance. He knew if he looked back, he would never leave. He touched the band on his finger, wishing it symbolized the same promise as its twin on Scott's finger.
He opened the door to his home quietly and snuck in, shutting it just as silently. He made his way through the entry hall and up the stairs, in the dark, knowing the way to the bedroom by heart.
He stepped into the room and instantly looked at the closet, his eyes not meeting the moonlit bed nor the shapely figure that lay in it.
Chris undressed and laid his wrinkled clothes on the back of the chair. He sighed and finally faced the bed. Tiredness washed over him and he lurched toward it, his mind filled with sweet images of the past few hours.
He slipped into the bed and his eyes finally took in the sight of his sleeping wife. Her face angelic and innocent, completely unaware that her husband had said the words she had been yearning to hear for years, sincerely, no longingly to that 'cute little tailor who made my wedding dress'.
Chris closed his eyes and tried to push away the wishes that things could be different. That he could go back in time.
That the man he loved could be lying by his side.
-Fin-
(I have no idea where this came from. I just wanted to write something to do with an affair. And I actually think this turned out brilliantly. There are a few sentences I wish I could fix but otherwise, I like this. Maybe someone could beta it for me?)
(This story is obviously AU and takes place in the Victorian Era or really anytime back when people were prudish and traditional, though I kept picturing Scott and Chris in pretty Victorian suits.)
(Reviews are love and I hope you guys don't mind this slightly different writing style. Though I tend to be a comedy writer, I think my serious works are my best.)
(This made me tear up a bit, did you?)