(04) Cheating Never Pays

"Talk to him," Sam told him. "See what's really going on."

"How? I can't reach him now."

"Then that means they're having sex Roger," Sam explained. "You might as well kick him out of the house. Besides, he's not as innocent as before."

"I can't. I love him to death." Roger smiled. Sam said otherwise.

"You can't love somebody that doesn't love you back," Sam pointed out. "If I were you, I'd kick him out. So think about it."

"Okay." Just as he hung up, Roger paced in his office. He sat down and dozed off at his desk to see Simon inside Jack's car. He was kissing someone; a dark figure who was hard to determine.

Roger took a step forward and called Simon.

"What are you doing?" he asked angrily. Simon looked at him and glared. His eyes pierced Roger like a knife.

"I don't want you," he said. "I don't love you. Leave me alone."

"I'll never leave," Roger told him. "You know I love you Simon. I always will. Please don't do this."

His face had a mixture of sarcasm and spite. "Do you think I love you?" he snapped. "I don't want you for as long as I live. That's the honest truth." Simon got up and leaned over, allowing the dark figure to divest his pants and boxers. Its hands fondled his dick, causing him to moan and scream for more.

Roger couldn't believe what he was seeing. He pulled his P2K Silencer out of his pocket. He was getting fumed because of this.

"Simon! Tell me who this creep is so that I could kill him," he requested. Simon looked at him mockingly, making no reply. He held the dark figure and grinded against him, very fast and hard. Their moans became audible. Furious, Roger went over to the car.

"Are you telling me this is over?" he asked venomously.

"YES!" Simon moaned loudly. Roger angrily opened the car door with intent to kill the creep that was doing this with his lover when a bullet went through his chest. He fell back and landed on the ground. He managed to get up and saw that it was Jack. He held Simon with one hand and a Cougar Magnum on the other. They were french kissing each other, indulged in their lust. They pulled away and glared at Roger. Simon whispered something in Jack's ear while Roger got back on his feet, managing to stay alive.

"Your man chose me!" Jack hollered. "In fact, since you can't handle it, I'll send you to Hell..." Before Roger could say anything, Jack pulled the trigger. Roger's world went black...

Roger jolted up. He regained awareness and got up. He felt his heart harden. It went cold like ice. He tossed his papers aside and threw his supplies on the floor. He pulled his cellular phone out of his pocket and threw it on his desk, hard enough to give it a crack. Three of his coworkers who saw him ran off, scared of what he'd do next.

'So that's what they were doing all along,' he thought. 'After having called three times...'

He picked up his drinking glass and smashed it on the floor. The shattered pieces made him smile. He wanted to get rid of Jack by smashing him. The thought made him laugh sadistically. There will be no mercy...

x-x-x

Simon was in the hall leaning against the bathroom door. He listened very closely as Jack sang in the shower. Memories of being a little boy in the choir flooded his mind as he listened intently. Jack's angelic voice flowed through his ears, giving him a pleasant feeling inside. He closed his eyes and let the melody take over his senses. It felt like paradise, and he wanted to go deeper into the moment. If Roger decides to work another shift, it'll be the best thing ever. He doesn't want Jack to go. Ralph wasn't in town, so what's the rush? He gripped the doorknob very tightly, feeling the need to swing it open. He still stood there, not wanting to make his invasion just yet. By the time the water stopped running, he swung the door open. Jack paused his song as Simon walked in.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"I feel lonely," Simon said as he walked over to the tub. Jack pulled the shower curtains closed to conceal his nakedness.

"I still feel grimy," he said. "Open up."

"I can't," Jack called from the other side. "Can't you see I'm cleaning up my mess?"

"I can help clean it up for you!" Simon hollered over the shower. Jack peeked at him. He stared at him icily.

"You can't! I'll get hard if you do. Now excuse me please!"

Simon leaned against the wall, staring at Jack's beautiful figure through the sheer curtains. He spent the rest of his time planting this image in his mind before Jack walked out. He quickly looked away.

"What's wrong, Simon?"

He made no reply. At first Jack just stood there, then he moved closer until they were within distance. Simon was still looking in a different direction.

"Look at me, Simon," Jack commanded. "Talk to me."

Simon succumbed to his words. His chin was held up so their eyes met.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Simon felt a tear run down his cheek. "You can't stay?"

"No. Not for long." Simon held him very tight from the waist.

"I really wish you could," he sobbed. "It feels empty without you here."

Jack wiped the tears from his face. "Relax. It's not over. I still love you."

Simon's eyes glittered as he looked at his secret lover. "You really do?"

"Of course. Now if you excuse me, I gotta go get dressed." Jack walked out into the bedroom. Simon stood there, burying his face in his hands. He fell to his knees and cried. A void had formed inside of him before. Now it was only getting bigger. All he wanted was Jack Merridew. The one who was with Ralph. The one who was Roger's best friend. The void was there to get filled up with him.

Unaware of his surroundings, Jack walked back in on him and held his hand. Simon looked up with desire in his eyes. He smiled and got up, putting his arms around him.

"I really need you," he said.

Without warning, Jack slammed him against the wall. He traced Simon's lips with his tongue before slipping it in his mouth. While he was at it, his hand slowly trailed it's way down his sides, causing Simon to shiver. It stopped at his waist and gripped it. Jack pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"You'll see me again tomorrow," Jack said. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Okay." Their lips met again with electricity this time. They held each other close and touched each other in the 'right' places. Every time Jack pulled away Simon pulled him back. They were now irresistible to each other like magnets that time went by very fast.

x-x-x

By midnight, Roger made it home. He walked in past Simon, refusing to greet him. Simon managed to speak.

"I'll make you some tea," he began. Roger stopped in his tracks and looked at him.

"No need. I'll be fine." He went upstairs and into their bedroom. The smell of sex and cum was real; his suspicions were accurately true.

"SIMON!" he shouted.

"Yes?"

"Did you and Jack have sex?" he asked. "Because every time I called here I only got the answering machine."

"No such thing ever happened," Simon replied. "I'm serious."

Roger looked at him with his arms crossed. "Why don't I believe you, Simon?" he asked, rage rising in his voice.

"Because you're tired. I'll keep it real, though. No such thing ever happened."

Roger went inside the room and saw that one of the pillows are ripped. He ran past his mate into the bathroom and smelled the same thing.

"I don't believe you Simon," he said suddenly. "Please leave now, before I get crazy..."

"It's only your imagination!" Simon told him. "You've been working all day."

Roger's eyes slitted. "Get the fuck out of here," he said lowly. Before he could do anything more Simon locked his lips with his, pushing him against the wall. He knew exactly what he did to lead to this. It was the only way he could convince Roger that he's his one and only, but that was about to fade.

Roger pushed him away with force and spat. He tightly grabbed Simon by the wrist and dragged him to the front door. As he opened it, Simon pleaded him to stop.

"Roger! I'm serious! No such thing ever happened!" Tears welled up in his eyes. "Please don't do it..."

"It's too late, Simon," he said sullenly. "Cheating never pays." He pushed Simon out of the house before slamming it shut.

Simon curled up into fetal position and cried. The rain pattered on the ground and started to pour, reflecting his guilt.