Real Fake Husband: A MM Contemporary Fake Married Romance

by Lily Light

  Sweat trickled down my back and the front of my shirt. My heart hammered furiously. The thought of Noah and I being divorced wrecked me.

  I returned to the kitchen counter only to shred the papers. A juvenile reaction, I knew but I couldn't help myself.

  Noah thought divorce was what I wanted? If I really wanted that, I would've gone to a lawyer the day he moved out.

  I stared at the shredded mess on the counter, then pushed them back inside the envelope. Ian was right.

  I spent an entire week feeling sorry for myself. I've wasted enough time feeling miserable. I could've used all that free time to reach out to Noah. To try to make amends.

  I finally pulled out my phone. I didn't know where I found the courage to text him.

  Ryan: I found the papers. We need to talk before I sign them. Let's meet up.

  I chewed on my button lip and hit send. Noah was probably busy at work. He'd only be able to reply at lunch but he wrote me back right away.

  Noah: Sure. Where?

  Ryan: Stop by my apartment after work?

  I dug my nails into the palm of my hands. I would understand if Noah backed out. If he decided he didn't want to see my ugly face anymore, then I’d have to accept it.

  But Noah was giving me a chance to make things right and I intended to do that. To remind him what he was giving up if we finally went through this stupid divorce.

  Noah: Alright. I might be a little late. Afternoon meeting.

  Ryan: I'll wait for you. As long as it takes.

  I felt a little foolish after sending that text. I was about to delete it but my phone indicated he already read it.

  Knowing Noah was glued to his phone, that he was anticipating my messages, gave me hope that he wasn't truly ready to give up on us.

  I tucked my phone away. I glanced at my laptop. Screw work. I had better things to do. More important tasks.

  I rang Ian up again. "Listen, I might take you up on your offer after all."

  "Oh my God. Did something happen after our last conversation?"

  I told him about the divorce papers and the meeting I set up with Noah later.

  "You've got to help me." I pleaded to my best friend. I know you're busy, but maybe--"

  "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

  "Wait, what about the app you've been working on? You said it's going nowhere and you needed to focus on it."

  Ian scoffed. "I could use a distraction. I'll be there soon, so hang tight."

  Once we ended the call, I took out a notepad and a pen. I started writing down the supplies I would require and the tasks I needed to pay attention to.

  It was a decent-sized list. I needed everything to be perfect tonight. The thought of losing Noah devastated me.

  "It's not happening," I told myself.

  I made a colossal error when I lied my ass off and told him I didn't feel the same about him. I was going to remedy that mistake right away, beginning with a heartfelt gesture to win him back. I needed to remind my husband that keeping me was the best decision he'd ever make.

  18

  Noah

  My mind was all over the place. I had a hard time focusing at work. I delivered the divorce papers to Ryan's door that morning, hoping he'd be there.

  Maybe we could catch up a little. Have coffee. We hadn't spoken or texted each other since. Then he asked me to come over tonight.

  What the hell did that mean? Did he want to go over the papers or something? Perhaps he wanted to discuss something else? My heart beat a little faster. I stared blankly at the numbers on my computer screen.

  One thing was certain. I wasn't going to get much work done. I slugged through the rest of the day, almost forgetting to get lunch.

  By 4 pm, I was ready to bolt from my chair but I remembered I had another team meeting. Sitting through that meeting felt like torture of the worst kind. All I kept thinking about was my meeting with Ryan later tonight.

  What was I going to say to him? That I missed him so fucking much?

  I wanted to convince him to forget the divorce. That might only end up driving him away. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. What felt like an eternity later, the meeting ended.

  I debated swinging by Ryan's favorite sandwich place but I changed my mind. Dinner might not be involved. I reminded myself I was only stopping by for a chat. Nothing more. I took the subway to his place.

  By the time I arrived, I was sweating. Noah Collins, nervous? It was hard to believe and yet there it was.

  I made my way to his apartment. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I frowned. Ryan was usually home at this time of the day. It was only then I noticed the note taped on the door.

  "Come to the roof," I read out loud.

  Huh. What was this about?

  I took the stairs, not the elevator so I could gather my thoughts, what I wanted to say to him. Part of me was a little angry, a little devastated by our break-up. Now more than ever, I was certain Ryan hadn't been telling me the whole truth that day.

  I knew in my heart he felt something real for me, too. He was just too terrified to take that leap with me. How would I convince him I was worth it?

  I wasn't too confident of myself these days but I knew I'd be the best husband he could ever hope for. The stairs weren't the best idea because, by the time I got to the top floor, I was sweating buckets. I opened the door leading the room.

  It was bright. I was a little taken back by the flood of lights. White Christmas lights were strung out all over the balcony.

  There was a table set for two on one side, complete with matching plates, cutlery and food. The smell of pot roast—my favorite food in the world, tickled my nostrils.

  My stomach rumbled, reminding me all I had for lunch was a ham bagel. In the center of it all stood Ryan. For some reason, he wasn't wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans combo but an actual suit.

  He looked good enough to eat with his hair all combed back. He looked at me a little apprehensively. I knew right there and then that this was his way of apologizing to me. My confident smile was back on my face.

  "Hey, husband." I greeted.

  "Hey," he said, flashing me a nervous smile. "This is too much, isn't it?"

  "I fucking love it," I said.

  I was tempted to zoom right towards him and plant a kiss on his mouth. I held myself back, knowing we had to get a few words out of the way.

  I waited for Ryan to talk. I wasn't going to make him do all the work of course, but I needed to hear what he wanted to say.

  "When I woke up the next morning after our fight, I felt awful. I wanted to take my words back but you were gone," he began. Ryan fidgeted with his bowtie. He finally met my gaze. "As days passed by, I lost my nerve. I was too ashamed to face you."

  "Why ashamed?" I asked.

  I couldn't bear the distance between us any longer. I stepped closer, cupping his cheek with my hand, terribly pleased he leaned into it like an affectionate cat.

  "Because I lied to you. I like you, too, Noah. Maybe too much," he admitted.

  "Then why did you want us to take a break?"

  "I wasn't ready to confront my emotions, to confront you. I was a mess. After Parker, I was too scared to trust so deeply again and you, you've always been special to me."

  "You're special to me too, babe," I told him flat out.

  I thought I would make him sweat a little bit but I decided against it. Ryan was offering me his heart on a platter. I didn't have any intention of putting cracks across it or breaking it. It was mine to keep and cherish forever.

  "Here," Ryan said. He pulled out a familiar brown envelope and handed it to me.

  I stopped touching him and accepted it. For a second, I wondered if it was some kind of practical joke. It wasn't. I looked inside the envelope and spotted the shredded paper inside.

  "Wow. This is kind of dramatic," I told him, grinning.

  "It's what I think of those papers. We're not getting a divorce."

  "We're not?"
I looked into his eyes, wanting to be sure.

  "No." Ryan took a deep breath and gripped my hands. "Please stay married to me?"

  I chuckled. "That's the only thing I'll ever want. God. Can you hear us talking?"

  "Yeah, we're a kind of cheesy, aren't we?" he asked.

  "How did you manage to get everything set up?" I asked, waving my hand towards the lights, decorations, and table. "I imagined this took up most of your day."

  "Ian helped. Jordan also pitched in after his shift. He helped me with the food."

  I wiggled my eyebrows at him. "You guys actually cooked? Should I be worried about food poisoning?"

  Ryan nudged me sharply in the ribs. It made me sound a little pathetic, but I missed it when he did that.

  “Of course not. I cheated. I asked Jordan to stop by Michael's Diner to order the food."

  "I really appreciate everything you've done," I told him.

  I've been worried about seeing Ryan tonight. Dread lined my insides the entire time. I truly thought we were going to discuss the divorce papers, then we'd part ways.

  "You can thank me with a kiss,” he said.

  With that, I closed my hand on the back of his neck. I tugged him close for a kiss. This was a long time coming.

  I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times in my head. The familiar taste of his lips sent a jolt down my body and right to my dick.

  I deepened the kiss and Ryan seemed to like that. He rubbed his body against mine shamelessly. When I pulled away, both of us were a little breathless for a few seconds.

  "Let's eat before we fuck." Ryan suggested, making me laugh.

  "You've read my mind." I took off my coat as we sat down at the beautiful table Ryan prepared. I got to work carving the roast. "What were you going to do if I didn't turn up?"

  "Eat all of this myself. Throw myself a pity party," he said, making me laugh. "Honestly I wasn't worried. I knew you'd turn up."

  "Did you now?" I asked with a smile.

  "Yeah, I was super confident you wouldn't be able to resist my charms."

  "I had a hard time focusing at work today. I was worried you wanted to discuss the terms of the divorce or you wanted to bid me a dramatic farewell."

  "A dramatic farewell? I'm really sorry, Noah. I should've called you but I figured you still hated my guts and wouldn't answer my call."

  "I was a little mad at first, but mostly, I was depressed and felt awful."

  "Yeah, Jordan sent me pictures of you just slumped there in the sofa looking defeated."

  "What? I can't believe he'd do that." I huffed. "Jordan doesn't know how to respect other people's privacy."

  "You got that right. Ian gave me the wake-up call I needed. I realized I couldn't stand the thought of losing you or leaving things between us unresolved."

  My heart lifted at those words. I served him two slices of pork. We had mash potatoes and baked cauliflower to accompany the main dish.

  We even had some salad and some chocolate cake I had some ideas about what to do with that cake. Ideas involving eating all that chocolate off Ryan's lean and gorgeous body.

  "I recognize that look in your eyes. What are you thinking?" Ryan asked me.

  "Naughty ideas involving dessert."

  Ryan raised an eyebrow at that. "Enlighten me."

  "Finish all your food first." After we decimated everything, I grabbed the plate containing the cake slices and got up from the table. "Let's eat dessert back in your apartment."

  He furrowed his brows. "Why at my apartment? This setting is nice."

  "It is but I bet fucking you here would be a little uncomfortable. Unless you don't mind?”

  Ryan flushed. I sure as hell missed seeing him so adorably embarrassed. "My place it is."

  By the time we entered his apartment, we could barely get our hands off each other. Ryan locked the door behind him. I set the cake down, pretty certain we wouldn't be able to make it to his bedroom.

  The living room, I decided, would do just fine.

  I yanked Ryan close to me, sealing his mouth with mine. Heat kindled in the pit of my stomach and traveled right to my dick.

  I noticed Ryan was also rocking an erection. We were both hungry for each other. I leisurely undid his bowtie, then started unbuttoning his shirt while Ryan shrugged off his jacket.

  "Why did I have to wear something so hard to take off? I should've known we'd end the evening with sex. God. I missed this,” he admitted.

  "Me or sex with me?" I asked. I was teasing him of course. "Plus, you look adorable in that tuxedo. It was really sweet you wore it for me. Is it a rental?"

  "Yeah, so I can't get stuff on it. I don't want to dry clean it."

  "I'll be careful," I told him.

  I finally managed to get his shirt off. His trousers and boxers came next.

  "You're still dressed," he said, trailing his fingers down my chest.

  He undid my tie and dramatically flung it aside. I laughed. I batted his fingers away. I quickly undressed.

  Finally, no clothes would get in our way. I maneuvered him towards the sofa and gave his chest a push. He fell back against the cushions. Ryan looked like a tempting prize.

  I remembered the chocolate cake. Ryan got us two slices and it was enough. I grabbed the plate and swiped some of the chocolate frosting off using my finger.

  I spread it over Ryan's chest, his nipples. I set the plate down, then rolled on top of him. Pining his hands above his head, I began licking all the frosting off.

  Ryan shivered under me, moaning when I took one flat nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. He buckled underneath me as I bit the bud, leaving a tiny love mark there.

  I rose to take his lips again, loving the feel of his body against mine. Releasing his wrists, I began kissing my way down, worshiping his body which I sorely missed.

  I reached his cock. I swirled my tongue over the cock head. I noticed Ryan was already leaking pre-cum at the tip.

  "You're so sexy," I murmured, taking his cock down my throat. Ryan's moans sounded like music to my ears.

  I blew him, aware of my dick thickening. We've only been apart for a week and yet it felt like forever. That was how much I missed him. When Ryan was about to climax, I abruptly pulled away. He stared up at me, dazed and a little frustrated.

  "I want us to come together," I told him.

  "Fuck me deep, Noah. I want to feel you inside me."

  I got off Ryan. He immediately got on his hands and knees. Seeing him like this filled me with possessive want. I ran my hands down every knob of his spine. I traced his puckered hole and felt him shiver. Mine. All mine.

  I dropped to my knees and pried his thighs further apart. He whimpered when I blew at his hole. I began to eat him out, loving every pant and groan, every sound of pleasure he emitted.

  "Noah," he said my name impatiently.

  "Wait. Lube?" I asked.

  "Bathroom."

  I made a quick trip to the bathroom. I lubed my fingers, parted his hole, and began to prep him for access. He wiggled and begged. Ryan was ready. I lined my dick to his ass and entered him in one sure stroke.

  Ryan gasped, clawing at the carpeting as I began to ride him. I went slow at first, before picking up the pace. Ryan began pushing his ass at me, meeting me each time I penetrated him. I slipped my hand down his hip and closed my fingers over his shaft.

  I stroked him, timing my hand movements with each entry. I switched the angle of my thrusts and he cried out, arching his back. I knew he was about to blow. I was in the same boat. My balls tightened. Every muscle in my body tensed up.

  "I'm close, Noah." He confessed.

  "Me too."

  My next plunge did the trick. He came, spilling his load over my waiting fingers. I hammered him a few more times, before depositing my load down his hole.

  We collapsed on the floor, our bodies and limbs all tangled up each other. I pulled Ryan close to me, inhaling the scent of him and our combined passion.

  "I sure missed th
at," he said. "Sex with my husband is the best."

  "That's for sure," I said, kissing him on the mouth again.

  I knew it was time to clean up, but I felt languid. Too lazy to get up. I relished the feel of Ryan's familiar body against mine, his lips on the side of my neck.

  He kissed my racing pulse point and I smiled fondly down at him. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but I was certain I was in good hands.

  19

  Ryan

  It took the better part of three days to move Noah’s stuff back to our apartment. I was calling it ours again. That sounded way better on my lips than when it was simply ‘mine’.

  When Jordan and Ian learned Noah and I were back together, they were ecstatic. It looked like both Jordan and Ian had never given up on us. My mom had also been quick to call me.

  “Thank God, the two of you are back together. What was that silly fight about anyway? Did Noah do something?” She asked me on the phone.

  I didn’t have time to chat. Noah and I were supposed to meet Ian and Jordan at Mad Murphy in half an hour. I needed to shower and get ready.

  “It wasn’t Noah’s fault,” I said automatically. “It was mine.”

  She expelled a sigh. “Honey, that’s marriage. Your dad and I fight all the time.”

  “All the time?” I asked, skeptical.

  “Disagreements are bound to happen. I had to admit, I didn’t think Noah and you would last very long.”

  “Mom.” I protested. “Really? You’re supposed to be on my side. I’m your son.”

  “Well, as you can see your dad and I changed our minds. I can tell the two of you are very much in love.”

  “Noah’s a good guy.”

  “Yes, he is. Which reminds me, I’m expecting the two of you to make an appearance at the family barbecue this week.”

  I groaned, forgetting that was still on. I’ve avoided my family the past few weekends. I told them I wasn’t feeling well, which was an understatement. I never wanted to feel that awful again.