(02) Lies Laugh; Hesitations Hack

Just as he hopped in the car Roger sped off.

"Whoa! Be careful. I didn't have on my seat belt."

"Well, maybe you should learn to move more faster next time," Roger teased. "Like Sonic the Hedgehog."

Simon laughed hard at his comment. He loves his mate to death. Through thick and thin, they stuck like glue in the good and bad times. Unfortunately that's about to change.

"I don't understand how come they sent your package order to Jack's place," Simon said.

"They always do that," Roger said. "When it comes to Mr. Jeffers they send it to someone different."

"Maybe we should change it to Mr. Houghey instead so that they'll quit being stubborn," Simon suggested.

Roger set his eyes on the road. "Yea. They love Houghey more than Jeffers." He smiled. "Silly post office."

"Never mind them honey," Simon said. "You know I love you more than they ever will." Roger looked at him. "Believe me when I say that." Roger smiled at his comment. He leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

"I like it when your lips are tasty," Roger commented.

"What do they taste like?" he asked curiously.

"Strawberries and cream."

Simon's cheeks flushed red. He looked out the window and saw a woman crying near an ambulance. She was about to lose her daughter. The next thing he saw was a well-known fugitive being handcuffed and taken into a police car. The sight of it made him gag. It reminded him of last night's events with Jack. Should he tell? He felt Roger's hand touch his shoulder.

"Simon? You alright?" He turned around and shook his head. To his shock, Roger's eyes widened.

"Damn..." he muttered. "You look sick. Like you ate something bad for your stomach."

"I do feel a little dizzy," Simon said. "Take me home, Roger. I'm gonna need some ginger tea later on."

Roger squeezed his mate's hand. He didn't like the way he looked.

x-x-x

By the time they made it home and walked on their front porch, Simon threw up.

"Oh my god!" Roger shrieked. He quickly pulled out his house keys and unlocked the door. Now he cradled Simon and walked in the house, closing the door behind him. He laid him on the sofa in the living room and looked at him before proceeding to the kitchen.

Simon held his head. When Roger came back he helped him sit up and held the mug of tea at his mouth. Simon sipped.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" Roger inquired.

"Y-yea," Simon stuttered. Roger raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling Simon was hiding something.

"You positive about that?" Roger asked.

"Positive," Simon said. He held his lover's face. "Don't worry about it. I'm just a little stressed out, that's all."

Roger nodded and got up. "I'll be downstairs if you need me," he said.

"Alright."

Immediately after he left, Simon felt the tears well up in his eyes. He really wanted to tell Roger what went on the previous night at Jack's, why he never made it home. He placed the mug on the table nearby.

'If only you knew,' he said inwardly, 'you'd think differently. Would you still have love for me?' He buried his face in his hands and fought his ghosts. He couldn't stop thinking about Jack. There was something about him that was tempting. It made him beautiful and charming.

"Hey Simon," Jack said. "You don't know how much I miss you." Simon looked up to see Jack standing in front of him. This startled him.

"How'd you get here?" he asked, mortified.

"I'm in your mind Simon," he said. "Now listen. You gotta give me a call sometime. We'll get more intimate. Don't tell Roger though. I won't tell Ralph either, because this is OUR biggest secret. No one will ever know what goes on between us, I promise."

Just then Roger walked in and Jack instantly disappeared. He looked at Simon who looked like he was in a daze.

"Your boss called," he said. "He said he needs you tomorrow."

Simon looked up at his lover. "Okay. I need a shower." Simon got up and led Roger to the bathroom. Deep down he wanted to forget everything that happened before and move on. "Just give me that bubble bath you waited so long for."

"Really?" Roger opened the door and pulled out a bottle of bubble bath soap, strawberry scented. "I think this will suit you," he said with a smile, "the fact that your face reminds me of one."

Simon playfully hit him. He walked towards the tub and slowly pulled his clothes off. He stepped in and looked back at Roger who just stood there. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"You're turning me on," Roger said.

"Then come on. Give me some."

Roger turned the pipe on and let the water fill the tub. He poured the bubble bath in the water and a bunch of bubbles appeared. He knelt down and rubbed Simon's chest.

"You don't know how much I love it when you massage me like that," Simon said seductively.

"Don't talk like that," Roger said. "It's turning me on even more."

"Good," he replied. "That's what I want." He leaned in and sucked Roger's neck. Roger's hands traveled down his stomach and reached his dick. Simon moaned in his ear and he smiled.

"Don't ever let me go." Simon told him. Roger took his time to make Simon feel good and gave him the best bubble bath they both dreamed of. By nightfall they sat on the sofa in each others arms and watched late night movies on their satellite TV.

x-x-x

Meanwhile, Jack was on Google Earth trying to find out where Simon lives. Since they moved he hasn't seen them again. He'd only see Roger at work, but not Simon.

'I gotta know where his new house is,' Jack thought. 'That way, we could do this even more. Without Ralph I feel so got damn bored!'

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. He sighed and pushed his chair back as he reached for his cordless nearby.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby," his lover said on the other side. "What's going on down there?"

Jack leaned back on his chair. "Nothing, really. I feel so bored. Everyday without you is empty."

"I know the feeling," Ralph said. "But don't worry about it. I'll be back next week." Jack's eyes widened at the sound of that.

"What makes you want to say that?" he asked.

"What do you think? My mother is getting better."

"Oh...good! Keep me updated on that." For real, he wasn't enthused at all. That made Ralph feel suspicious.

"Jack, you sure everything is good down there?" Ralph asked sternly. "Because honestly you sound like something went wrong last night."

"Last night? Honey everything was good, don't worry."

Ralph was silent. Then he spoke again. "Alright, I take it you're tired from work."

"I am." Jack didn't want to spill his secret, but he came up with a deceptive idea. "Ralph...sorry if I sound off in any way, but something did go wrong last night."

"What is it?" Ralph asked, concerned.

"Simon came to pick up something for Roger," he said. "Then instead of leaving, he crawled into bed with me and forced me to have sex with him." He made fake sniffles and cries (that sounded real, of course). Ralph was breathing hard on the other side.

"Simon Houghey? Of all people? He's not like that."

"Well, that's the old Simon. The new Simon raped me last night."

"WHAT?" Ralph managed to calm himself down. "Why'd he do that? Does Roger know?"

"No. I can't bring myself to tell him," Jack said with fake sobs. "Roger might murder him and enter prison. Besides, Simon's crazy!"

"Then why don't you tell the police?" Ralph suggested.

"Because Simon's too nice with them. No one will ever see him as a fugitive." Jack cried harder this time. "He said that if I tell he'll stab me till I die."

Ralph said nothing more. He was in a state of shock. Simon would never do such a thing. Little did he know that the roles in Jack's story were opposites.

"I gotta go now," Ralph said. "I'll be back this weekend, alright?"

"Okay hun'." Jack hung up and wiped his fake tears off his face.

'Perfect,' he thought. 'Now their friendship is officially destroyed. I gotta find means and ways of pulling him away from Roger.' He clicked on a house that said 'new residence' on it. To his delight, he found their new home. He quickly jotted down their address and a few landmarks to remember.

"Oh Simon..." he moaned. "I want you so bad." He smiled at his deceptive plan. "I'll have you very, very soon. Jus' you wait..."

He smacked his mouth realizing that he said what Piggy once said.

x-x-x

The next day Simon woke up in Roger's arms. He got up and went in the bathroom where he took care of his hygiene stuff. He ran upstairs and quickly got dressed in his room. The scent of pancakes crawled up his nostrils.

"Roger," Simon called. "Is that you?"

"Yea baby," he hollered back. "Come get your breakfast. It's getting cold."

Simon dashed down the hall and reached the kitchen table in an instant, munching his pancakes and scrambled eggs. Roger just stood there and watched.

"Simon." His mate looked up at him.

"Yes?"

"Look, I hate to sound cocky but I noticed a few things about you yesterday," Roger began. Simon felt his knees stiffen. He wouldn't know so soon, would he?

"What things?" he asked.

"You never came home the previous night," he said. "When I kissed you in the car yesterday I felt something strange other than strawberries." Simon opened his mouth but nothing came out. "Are you sure everything is fine?"

"Yea. Everything is fine." Simon sipped his glass of orange juice. "I gotta make it to work on time," he added. Roger slowly nodded his head.

"He never snuck up on you?" he asked.

"No, not at all. Only thing that happened was that pillow fight when I stole his TV remote." Roger laughed. He grabbed his keys and tossed them in his pocket.

"And he had a lot of milkshake too," he enclosed. "That's why I tasted a little creamy." Roger smiled.

"I just wanted to make sure, that's all."

Simon got up and walked over to him. "Roger, no one else in this world means more to me besides you." He kissed his lips lightly. "Understand?"

"Yea," he said deeply. Roger wrapped his arms around him and they stood near the stove kissing for a good five minutes. Simon felt his heart burn. He can't believe he lied to his lover. He wanted to cry but he held it all back. Feelings of guilt were swarming around him like flies.

Then again, Jack would kill him if he told anyone.

At work his conscience was bothering him. It never left him alone until Sam and Eric showed up during their lunch hour. "You okay, Simon?" they asked in unison. He shook his head. They sat on opposite sides of him.

"You look like you hurt someone," Sam said.

"I did, but I had no other choice." Simon looked at him. "You have no idea what it feels like," he went on. "Someone threatens you to say nothing after it's happened. If you ever do they'll eventually find out and your life is over."

Sam's eyes widened. "Why would they do that?" he asked. Simon shrugged.

"Who did it?" Eric asked. "Who made you lie to your lover?"

"That's personal," Simon said. "Sorry guys."

Sam stood up. "Well, it's better to tell someone you trust rather than hold it in for too long." Simon looked up at him.

"Yea, but the fact still remains. I've never lied to anyone before because I knew it was wrong. Then again, I feel so scared that I might not live to see another day."

The three remained silent. Then Eric spoke up. "Whoever hurt you should be reported to the police," he suggested. "Otherwise, that person will keep on doing what he does best." Simon looked at him. He knew he was right.

"Well, when I get the courage I will," he said with a weak smile.

Deep down his intentions were different. He wanted to see Jack again. He wanted to touch him, feel him and hold him. He liked having sex with him, but didn't understand why. He was afraid to confess it to Roger because he knew it would hurt. He didn't want the twins to know about it either.

'Jack, when will you come back?' he said inwardly. 'I miss you so bad. Please, come to my house tonight.'

"Simon I hate to interrupt but you gotta stop looking like you're jacking off," Eric hollered. A few coworkers looked around and saw them. Simon got up and lightly pushed him.

"You gotta stop talking so loud," Simon told him. "People will think you're weird."

"I know," Eric said. "I always knew that."

"I mean seriously Eric," Simon said. "For a twenty-one year old, you really gotta stop doing that."

x-x-x

Jack was sipping his icecap when Roger tapped him from behind.

"What's going on?" Jack asked.

"You and Simon had a pillow fight," Roger said. "Why didn't you invite me?"

Jack smirked. He figured it's an idea Simon came up with, so he decided to go along with it. "I forgot all about it," he said. "Maybe next time."

Roger slowly shook his head and lit his cigarette. Jack looked at him.

"But honestly, after our pillow fight I went straight to bed. He stayed in the guestroom."

Roger blew the smoke out his mouth. He remained quiet until Jack broke the silence.

"Do you think Simon loves you?" Jack asked.

"Of course he does," Roger said. "Why wouldn't he?"

"I'm just curious about the fact that he didn't have the courtesy to give you a call." He paused for a moment. "I told him to do it, but he never did. Doesn't that make you suspicious?"

"Slightly, but I won't take it hard just yet." Roger inhaled some more nicotine, just to get a buzz.

"Did he tell you that he kissed me?" Jack asked again, causing Roger to cough.

"You mean that same night?"

"Yea. He snuck up on me. Said that he felt lonely." Roger just stood there, taken back by his companion's words.

"He told me nothing went wrong that night," he stammered.

"Then talk to him," Jack suggested. "Because I don't think he's giving you enough details."

Roger was shocked by Jack's emphasis on 'enough', but did not show it.

"What else did he do?" Roger inquired.

Jack tossed his icecap in the trash nearby. "Nothing. A kiss was it, but it was a shocker." He tapped Roger's shoulder. "Can you please talk to him?"

"Don't worry about it man, I'll deal with him later. You know we have each other's backs."

Jack smiled. He was happy that his plan was coming along smoothly, although the story wasn't real. "You can always count on it," he replied.

"I'll see you inside," Roger told him as he tossed his cigarette in the tray and walked off. Jack stared at him.

'Soon I'll get rid of you myself, Roger,' he said inwardly. 'And when I do, Simon will be mine!'

He laughed evilly at the thought.