anything and he’d been delusional, believing that their something special didn’t include cheating. He’d been a fool and was paying the price for trusting too much.
Colby made sure the bathroom didn’t look like he’d been in there before he moved to the room they used as an office and set up his computer. Normally, if Neil wasn’t around during the day and he was working from home, he would sit at the kitchen table, but he didn’t want Neil to know he was home. If he stayed in the main room he may not put up his computer quickly enough, possibly leaving something out.
Around midday he moved his car around the corner to a store parking lot that was busy enough that even if Neil stopped to pick something up, he wouldn’t necessarily see Colby’s car. It was a dick move, but he wanted to know the truth, and he could make up some excuse for his car being at the store if he were totally off base and Neil wasn’t cheating.
Colby didn’t take a break except to grab a soda close to three. He’d wanted a beer, but being drunk when he confronted Neil wasn’t a good idea. Once he finished the soda, he tossed the can in the recycling bin, burying it under the newspaper so it wasn’t obvious he’d been there all day.
Then his hunger was too much though he was still upset about Neil. He fixed himself a sandwich, making sure not to create a mess. Instead of using a plate, he employed a napkin to hold his food. By five, and long before Neil usually made it home from work, the kitchen was spotless. He looked around, knowing that Neil wouldn’t even be able to tell he’d been home. After he gave the kitchen one last look, Colby moved through the house, making sure the place looked like it had when he’d arrived home that morning. Maybe he was making a mistake. What if Neil didn’t bring anyone home with him tonight? Perhaps he shouldn’t sneak around. Being open and honest, asking Neil about the underwear and the stain might get him the answers he needed. But being honest hadn’t worked so well the last time.
He tried to work after cleaning and tidying his mess from eating, but every few minutes between five and five-thirty he stood up, wondering if he was being too deceptive. Was it wrong to lie in wait, hiding his presence from Neil?
Eventually, Colby opened an email and got lost in answering the questions. Close to six he jerked straight when he heard a noise at the front door. His heart hammered and his hands shook. It was time to decide exactly what he was going to do. Very quietly he closed his computer, worrying that he was being too much of an asshole hiding like this. Over the last few hours he’d gone from being pissed to feeling guilty for suspecting Neil of cheating. The fears of Neil having an affair were probably overblown, and once again he would end up looking like a fool. The stain on Neil’s pants could have been anything, even food. The underwear could be new too. Accusing Neil of having an affair might just push him away. And maybe Neil had jacked off. Just because the room smelled a bit like sex didn’t mean Neil had cheated. What if Neil was just getting off and hadn’t done anything wrong?
The front door opened and it didn’t sound like anyone was with Neil. Colby breathed out a sigh of relief. He was angry at himself for blowing this out of proportion. Hopefully Neil would forgive him. Colby shoved his computer into his bag and was ready to step out of the room when a knock sounded at the door. He froze, his heart pounding hard as he heard Neil open the front door and begin talking.
“Hey babe, I missed you today.” Neil’s voice was loud and clear and for a second Colby thought his boyfriend was talking to him. Then Colby’s heart squeezed as he realized Neil couldn’t see him, so there wasn’t any way in hell he was talking to him.
Colby lifted his hand to his mouth and bit down on his knuckle to keep quiet. He was pissed that he’d been duped. Sad that he’d lost
Colby made sure the bathroom didn’t look like he’d been in there before he moved to the room they used as an office and set up his computer. Normally, if Neil wasn’t around during the day and he was working from home, he would sit at the kitchen table, but he didn’t want Neil to know he was home. If he stayed in the main room he may not put up his computer quickly enough, possibly leaving something out.
Around midday he moved his car around the corner to a store parking lot that was busy enough that even if Neil stopped to pick something up, he wouldn’t necessarily see Colby’s car. It was a dick move, but he wanted to know the truth, and he could make up some excuse for his car being at the store if he were totally off base and Neil wasn’t cheating.
Colby didn’t take a break except to grab a soda close to three. He’d wanted a beer, but being drunk when he confronted Neil wasn’t a good idea. Once he finished the soda, he tossed the can in the recycling bin, burying it under the newspaper so it wasn’t obvious he’d been there all day.
Then his hunger was too much though he was still upset about Neil. He fixed himself a sandwich, making sure not to create a mess. Instead of using a plate, he employed a napkin to hold his food. By five, and long before Neil usually made it home from work, the kitchen was spotless. He looked around, knowing that Neil wouldn’t even be able to tell he’d been home. After he gave the kitchen one last look, Colby moved through the house, making sure the place looked like it had when he’d arrived home that morning. Maybe he was making a mistake. What if Neil didn’t bring anyone home with him tonight? Perhaps he shouldn’t sneak around. Being open and honest, asking Neil about the underwear and the stain might get him the answers he needed. But being honest hadn’t worked so well the last time.
He tried to work after cleaning and tidying his mess from eating, but every few minutes between five and five-thirty he stood up, wondering if he was being too deceptive. Was it wrong to lie in wait, hiding his presence from Neil?
Eventually, Colby opened an email and got lost in answering the questions. Close to six he jerked straight when he heard a noise at the front door. His heart hammered and his hands shook. It was time to decide exactly what he was going to do. Very quietly he closed his computer, worrying that he was being too much of an asshole hiding like this. Over the last few hours he’d gone from being pissed to feeling guilty for suspecting Neil of cheating. The fears of Neil having an affair were probably overblown, and once again he would end up looking like a fool. The stain on Neil’s pants could have been anything, even food. The underwear could be new too. Accusing Neil of having an affair might just push him away. And maybe Neil had jacked off. Just because the room smelled a bit like sex didn’t mean Neil had cheated. What if Neil was just getting off and hadn’t done anything wrong?
The front door opened and it didn’t sound like anyone was with Neil. Colby breathed out a sigh of relief. He was angry at himself for blowing this out of proportion. Hopefully Neil would forgive him. Colby shoved his computer into his bag and was ready to step out of the room when a knock sounded at the door. He froze, his heart pounding hard as he heard Neil open the front door and begin talking.
“Hey babe, I missed you today.” Neil’s voice was loud and clear and for a second Colby thought his boyfriend was talking to him. Then Colby’s heart squeezed as he realized Neil couldn’t see him, so there wasn’t any way in hell he was talking to him.
Colby lifted his hand to his mouth and bit down on his knuckle to keep quiet. He was pissed that he’d been duped. Sad that he’d lost
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