After The Snap by Peyton Miller Page B

was face down, his fingers clutching the pale gray sheets Colby had bought last month. Fuck, he really liked those sheets; Egyptian cotton, one thousand thread count. He’d paid good money for those but there was no way in hell he could ever sleep on them again.
    Heat washed over him and tears filled his eyes as he realized he cared more about the fucking sheets than he cared for Neil. All of the excuses, the lies, the times Neil had told Colby he was imagining things, it all came back to him. Neil had pulled one over on him and it fucking hurt.
    Colby stepped into the room, his hands trembling as he watched Neil rock into Deshaun, both of them gasping as Neil swayed his hips. He knew how it felt to have Neil behind him, rocking just like that. It felt damn good and it looked like both Deshaun and Neil were enjoying themselves.
    Deshaun was moaning and grunting so loudly Colby doubted either of them could hear him step closer. Anger and bile filled his stomach as he watched the two of them fuck. He’d never really been dramatic, but this might just push him over the edge and bring out his internal bitch which would give these two and anyone in hearing distance a real show.
    Neil must have sensed or heard something because he turned his head, their gazes connecting. At first Neil didn’t stop, then confusion filled Neil’s face followed swiftly by panic. He pulled out, his hand on Deshaun’s ass. It was almost comical watching Neil try to hide his quickly shrinking erection that was thankfully covered by a condom. At least he didn’t have to worry as much about getting an STI from the bastard.
    One of the most un-Neil-like sounds he’d ever heard came out of his boyfriend’s mouth as he squawked and shook his hand. Neil’s eyes were wide and his face going from red to almost purple. It took Neil a few tries, but he cleared his throat and opened his mouth again, this time words were said.
    “C-Colby, God, I didn’t know you—”
    Colby flipped his hand up as he stomped his foot, getting Neil’s attention. “Just answer this one question. Why?”
    “I didn’t—It was an accident,” Neil whined.
    Any other excuse might have held some water, but the total lack of responsibility for his actions pushed Colby over the edge. “An accident?” Colby threw his hands up, not caring that he probably looked half-crazed because he felt totally out of control. Deshaun and Neil jumped when he rushed forward and slapped his hands together.
    “What? Deshaun was walking past, you tripped, then bam, your dick fell in his ass, then you couldn’t get it out so you shoved it back in before pulling it almost all the way out again and again? Because that’s what you were doing, you know, in out, in out. If it were an accident, don’t you think you could have just pulled it out and stayed the fuck out of his mangy ass?” He screamed the last few words, spittle flying from his mouth, landing on the light gray sheets, snapping him back to himself.
    What was he doing? He wasn’t going to get in a physical fight and he sure as hell didn’t want Neil to think he was going to beg him to come back, because he wouldn’t. There wasn’t enough between them to fight for. Slowly he lowered his hands, fisting them at his sides as Deshaun scrambled to the other side of the bed, his hand over his dick which looked as limp as Neil’s now looked.
    Colby felt oddly detached, like he was watching everything on the TV and wasn’t a part of the scene. He searched the corners of his heart and his mind for something, a sliver of love, or maybe concern, but he had nothing. He felt…dead. Any love, any caring he had died as he’d listened to Deshaun and Neil from the second bedroom and then again from the den. Neil was with Deshaun, not like in a onetime thing or an accident , but they were a couple. They had private jokes, they laughed, and talked like he and Neil had in the beginning. Humiliation spun through him as he realized Neil had left