After The Snap by Peyton Miller Page A

something, and angry with himself for not doing something about it earlier. Above all he wanted to know how Neil could be doing this to them?
    “Missed you. So when does he come home?” The question was asked by someone who’s voice he knew. Colby shut his eyes and thought about who could possibly be at his front door calling on Neil like they were a couple when he and Neil were supposed to be exclusive. Faces whipped through his thoughts and he flashed open his eyes, knowing exactly who was fucking his man. The jerk was none other than Deshaun, their neighbor. Maybe that’s why Deshaun was so nice to him, he was really fucking Colby over, screwing around with his boyfriend.
    “Tomorrow,” Neil mumbled like he was coming out of a kiss. They both laughed, the sound a stab at Colby’s heart.
    “That really sucks man,” Deshaun said. “I wanted to spend the night again.”
    “You can. He won’t be back until late. Then we’ll just be creative again until he takes another business trip. We can do this. He’s gone all the time and doesn’t catch on to stuff anyway.”
    Deshaun laughed, the sound muted by what, Colby didn’t know but he could guess. Something or someone knocked into the wall and moans followed.
    After a long moment of moaning and groaning Deshaun spoke. “Well, we do have tonight.”
    Colby’s anger twisted even tighter when he heard the smacking sound of their lips. He almost marched out right then and demanded an explanation, but he needed more evidence. Kissing could be passed off. Neil had blown off his accusations before, this time he would have to have undeniable proof.
    Listening to Neil and Deshaun make out and chat about their day had been excruciating. He fucking hated Deshaun and now he hated Neil. They were eating his food, drinking his beer, and about to fuck in his bed. He heard them talking, kissing, laughing, and it ripped his heart to shreds. He was angry and hurt and wished he could make this end, but he needed real proof. He wasn’t okay with Neil cheating on him at all. He wanted a guy who actually loved him, not some asshole who treated him like shit but said he loved him. Cheating wasn’t love.
    Minutes turned into almost an hour and he was about to give up until he heard Neil say something about going to the bedroom. When Colby was sure they were in the other room and about to fuck, he gathered his things and quietly moved them to the main room by the door. The last thing he wanted to do once he confronted Neil was stick around.
    As he approached the bedroom door his head started to spin. This was possibly the worst idea he had ever had. He should just run out, not discovering the full ugliness of the truth. But to get some closure, he needed to see this through. Before he even put his hand on the doorknob he made a vow that after confronting Neil, he was leaving as fast as he could. There was no way he could stay here and not lose his mind. Neil would beg. Colby knew how Neil operated, and he couldn’t withstand the pressure, not today.
    In the morning, or later in the day, once Colby knew Neil would be at work, he would get his things. He had his computer and that was more important than anything else. He owned the TV in the bedroom and he had his clothes, but most of the other stuff, like the furniture, was Neil’s.
    The door to the bedroom was closed but Colby could hear their moans and grunts. Just the thought of Neil buried deep in Deshaun made him dizzy with anger, and thinking of anyone else fucking Neil’s ass made him pissed as hell. Fuck, were they even using a condom? How many times had he and Neil gone without one? He’d trusted Neil, and now he knew he shouldn’t have.
    “Fuck, Neil, so fucking good,” Deshaun cried out.
    That was his cue. Colby pushed the door open quietly, wishing he could leave without seeing the truth. The lights were on and there wasn’t any way to avoid seeing Neil’s ass clenched, his balls tight as he slammed into Deshaun who