Hey guys! I am back from the death and brought the lovely Sjell along. A wonderful girl I met while Roleplaying on Omegle and we decided that we wanted to write this fic together once we came up with this storyline. I'll say in first place that we may be angst whores but we also love happy endings so don't worry to much about our boys. ;) Enjoy! And if you need more tissues or ice cream - hit us up. ;)

Disclaimer: We don't own Chris or Darren.

Warnings: If you don't like infidility, you should probably not read this. But I promise it only happens once. Other warnings? Tears. Lots of tears.

Chapter 1. Broken expectations

I'm on my way honey. Can't wait to finally be home with you –D
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I'm never gonna leave you for so long again. God is it possibly to physically hurt of missing someone? –D
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I can't wait to have you in my arms. Kissing you. Loving you.. –D
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Almost there sweetie.. Is your battery low again? It does say you're getting them? –D
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Darren put his key in the lock and walked inside, closing the door behind him softly. He dumped his stuff and moved up straight away, hearing sounds coming from there. Was Chris already preparing himself for him? It would explain the lack of replies at his texts, Darren thought with a smirk. Slowly, but excited, he opened the door of their bedroom.

"Love-."

Chris had heard the keys in the door, knowing Darren was coming, but it was his intend. He wanted him to see so he kept rutting back against the other man. The man that wasn't Darren and made sure that he wouldn't look at him. He couldn't look him in the eyes while doing it. When he heard Darren's voice he looked up in horror. Quickly he pulled himself away from the guy and wrapped a blanket around himself.

"D-Dare..," he whispered.

Darren felt his jaw go slack, his present for Chris falling to the floor with a hard thump. His eyes darted between the stranger on his bead and Chris, naked. Because Chris had been naked, even though he was covered by a blanket now on the bed they made love on so many times.

"W-what..," he started, broken and shocked

"Get out!" Chris yelled at the stranger, his eyes darting to the present that was lying on the ground in an useless heap. He felt his eyes fill with tears, regret and disgust coursing through his body. Ashamed he looked away, not able to face the man he loved so much and fell into a silence.

Darren jumped aside when the stranger gathered his clothes hastily, but grabbed his wrist suddenly.

"Don't.. Don't stop on my account," he said harshly and gave Chris was one last glance before he walked out of their bedroom.

Chris shook his head, getting up as quickly as he can and started gathering his briefs that were scattered on the floor. Running after Darren he yelled at him.

"No! No, I- Let me explain!," he yelled, while he whimpered softly and looked at Darren with pleading eyes.

"No. I see how this is Chris. I'm working for two week in another state and you obviously need someone to fill the hole.. Right?"

Darren tried to sound harsh and angry, he did, but he could hear how thin and hurt his own voice is.

Chris shook his head, eyes darting away while shame crept through his body, making him feel naked. So terribly naked and fragile.

"I did it.. f-for you… for us," he whispered, his words barely audible.

"What did you just say?" Darren was trained to always hear exactly what Chris said. No matter how soft his words were."Get the fuck out! Leave!" Darren yelled to the stranger that was still standing at the side of their room, his eyes darting between the two of them. "Don't you ever dare to come here again."

Shaking his head, Chris sank down against the wall, not even giving the stranger a last look. He pulled his legs towards him, so incredibly disgusted with himself when he felt his ass pounding because of the previous penetration. The feeling of needing to throw up makes him gag and he swallows thickly to make it go away.

His eyes took in the form of Chris, clearly ashamed and disgusted with himself, but not making any sense to Darren.

"You disgust me, you know that?" Darren's harsh voice drifted through the room.

"I disgust myself, Darren," Chris whispered in reply, his voice so soft and shaky that he was slightly surprised anything came out in the first place.

"You should have thought of that before," Darren sneered. "And don't you dare to say my name like that"

Darren looked away and walked to their tears started to spill from Chris' eyes, shaking his head again as a harsh sob shook through his body.

"I did it for you," he whispered again.