Cheating Bastard

by Devon McCormack

  I peruse the messages until I hear him get out of the shower.

  I close the app and slide it on the nightstand.

  I’m not thinking straight. Hardly thinking at all.

  Is this what I fucking get after all we’ve been through together?

  When he enters the bedroom, he has his towel around his waist and an oblivious look in his eyes. He’s the dummy, not me! He’s the fucking clueless moron in all this! I’ll show him just how fucking clueless I am.

  I raise from the bed and approach him quickly, wrapping my arms around him like the days when I liked him a lot more. Like the days where he made me as hard as any of the other guys I fuck.

  He pushes away, but I assault him with too-affectionate of kisses.

  “Come on, baby.”

  I slide my thumb into the towel and remove it.

  His flaccid cock assures me that he’s not into me. Now? Finally, you don’t want to fuck me? Now I’m the one who doesn’t do it for him. Too bad, because I have a rage-boner that’s throbbing.

  “Blake, I’m not really in the mood to—”

  Because you’ve been fucking this kid for the past few weeks. Maybe it’s lasted even longer than that. It’s likely that they’ve been doing it since they started hooking up. Kyle’s surely already told him about what we shared, and Todd must think this is real funny, running a game on him the way he ran one on him. Thinking that he’s so fucking clever.

  I shove Todd on the bed, and he crawls back, saying, “Blake, seriously. I don’t want to do anything right now.”

  I unfasten my belt and slide down my pants to show him my dick, my pissed off dick that, whether he likes it or not, is going in him tonight.

  “Come on,” I say, crawling after him.

  He rolls to the other side of the bed. I snatch his leg and pin it down so that he lies on his belly.

  “Isn’t this what you always need from me? A good fuck?”

  “Blake!”

  His intent is clear. He doesn’t want this, but he doesn’t have a choice. Not after what he did. If he’s been laughing at me all this time, it’s my turn to laugh at him.

  I lunge forward and plant my body on top of his to pin him down. He flails his hands behind him, trying to hit me with his fists. And if his body was proportional to his dick, that might have been possible.

  I wrap my arm around his throat, as I did with Luke and pull back sharply.

  “Stop!” I command.

  He doesn’t.

  I lean down and whisper into his ear, “I know about you and Kyle.”

  He’s perfectly still, because he knows what he’s done is fucking wrong. Because he knows that I’m so pissed at him right now. I spit into my free hand and slide it down to my dick, rubbing across it. He starts to fight for freedom, but I’m not letting up. He’s not fucking getting out of this. The more he resists, the tighter I wrap my arm around his throat.

  “You’re just making it harder on yourself,” I assure him as I shove my cock into him. His hole is tight as ever. I’ve never taken it when he’s resisted like this. It feels almost as good as Kyle’s.

  He tries to scream out something.

  “You thought I was so fucking dumb, didn’t you? So fucking stupid while you were out running around on me?”

  I stab deep within him and he tries to cry out, his face red, his mouth wide open the way it surely has been when he’s taken Kyle’s cock in it.

  “I’m not the fucking moron here! You know how many guys I’ve fucked behind your back? You know how much I’ve gotten away with, you idiot?”

  I’m shouting. I can tell that I’m tightening my grip around his throat without even meaning to. Digging deeper into his hole, I will be satisfied before I let him go. I’m going to humiliate him the way he’s humiliated me. As I penetrate him, I shout out my rage, “You think you’re so fucking clever. But you’re not. Because I fucking found you out. Think you can make a fool out of me. Who’s fucking laughing now?”

  I hear the slaps of my pelvis against his ass, and I’m so fucking close. When I come, it feels better than any of the fucking I’ve ever done. I’m totally in control. Totally empowered, which is a great feeling after the disempowerment I felt from discovering Todd’s betrayal.

  He doesn’t fight anymore, which pleases me.

  I lie on top of him, releasing my hold on his throat, panting against him.

  I haven’t realized, but I’ve been crying, and a tear falls onto his back.

  My rage must have been so intense that it consumed me.

  I lean up, ready to let Todd know just how over we are.

  He lies there, silent. I know what this means, and I realize it’s from how I assaulted him, but everything seems so quiet. Too quiet for what’s just happened.

  I’m still breathing hard from the fuck, but he’s lying there, not moving.

  I turn his head.

  His mouth is still wide open, his eyes devoid of life.

  There’s a satisfaction to this. To knowing that he can’t laugh at me anymore. He lost the game. He’s the fucking idiot who underestimated me.

  But there’s also the awareness that I have to hide this. No one can know what I’ve done.

  KYLE

  I’m on my way over to Todd’s.

  I’d been worried about him. We’ve messaged back and forth the past few weeks, and he’s always good about responding, but for some reason, today he was pretty silent.

  He’s been struggling with his revenge plan.

  The goal was simple: stay with Blake long enough so that he could show him that he’d been doing the same thing to him behind his back, then reveal the truth and get the fuck out of there. I told him he could stay in the dorm with me for a while. At least until he found a new place. I mean, if something else developed, it wouldn’t be terrible. I like him. He’s a cool guy, and even when we’re not fucking, it’s nice having someone like him to talk to.

  He texted me earlier to ask if we could meet up. I’m just going to be straight with him. He needs to call off this vengeance thing with that asshole Blake. I can tell it’s starting to get to him. Making him feel guilty. He shouldn’t feel guilty, but there’s no reason for him to put himself in that position, especially when he could be moving on with his life.

  I entertained it initially, encouraged it even, but this is unreasonable.

  I knock on the door and wait.

  No answer.

  I check the doorknob. Unlocked.

  I enter, and the lights are dimmed.

  There’s a candlelit dinner at the table: chicken and mashed potatoes.

  He’s never made me dinner before, and it rouses hope within me. Maybe he’s been thinking about taking things further. Maybe he wants more from me than these hookups.

  I hope he’s already decided to call off the revenge plan and that we can just grab his stuff and get the fuck out of here.

  “Todd?” I call, searching around for him.

  Where is he hiding?

  I round the corner to the bedroom entry, and I see Blake sitting on the corner of the bed. He leans back on his palms. In the dim light under the chandelier over the bed, a sinister look glistens in his eyes.

  He knows, and I’m not going to stick around to see what he’s going to fucking do about it.

  I turn back around, but as I’m dashing away, I feel something push me from behind. I fall forward, screaming out, when I feel a tug at the back of my head and then a push forward so that my head slams against the wall beside the entryway.

  BLAKE

  “Thanks for coming in, Mr. Bryant.”

  I smile pleasantly as Investigator Landon, a man with squinty eyes and a bulge in his belly that makes me think he’s never done a sit up in his life, sits in a chair before me. I talked to him once a little over a week earlier after I first reported Todd’s disappearance. I must’ve been one of the most helpful murderers he’s ever worked with. I let him and the other investigator search the condo and ask all sorts of qu
estions about our relationship. I was more honest than I figured I needed to be. Just in case they came across something that might make them suspicious. Although, I wasn’t honest about some of the more important details.

  Twinky Kyle was small enough that, bound and gagged, he fit pretty easily into a refrigerator box I grabbed from the local Sears. With a cart from the concierge desk, I wheeled him to my car and took him to the spot I’d selected especially for him—a wooded area I’d come across when I was showing houses in the area to some clients. With a flashlight and a pair of gloves, I waited for him to wake before I dragged him to a nearby creek and shoved that piece—of-shit’s head under water while I took him just as I’d taken Todd. To let him know that he was mine and that I’d won.

  “Mr. Bryant, I don’t want to be the one to break this to you,” Landon says, not making eye contact.

  Is he onto me? Did they find something during the investigation?

  They must have.

  I recall pulling Kyle’s face up out of the water when my work was done. His body, stiff in my arms, his gaze staring off, as if into some other world. His expression seemed to be locked in a grin, as though he knew something I didn’t—as though he’d had a vision from the afterlife of my fate and knew I would get caught. That face had haunted me up until this moment.

  “Thank you for your openness in our initial discussion with you. About Kyle Fraser and your…prior relationship with him before you brought him into your relationship.”

  “No problem. I just want to know what happened.”

  “Unfortunately, from what we can make out of the messages we found on Todd’s Gmail account, it looks like he and this guy ended up hooking up on their own. Without you knowing. They were planning to run off together. The messages never come right out and say it, but it’s pretty clear Todd was planning on leaving. The phone records that we pulled indicate that Todd had texted him the night that they disappeared. Now, I don’t want to upset you, but this is pretty common.”

  “You think he just ran away? Without so much as a goodbye?”

  “That’s our best guess.”

  “What about his phone? Why wouldn’t he still be using it? Or his email?”

  He shrugs. “Crazier things have happened in cases like these,” Landon says. “My guess is they just didn’t want you trying to contact them. You have their numbers. You could have had access to his Gmail account. Maybe they’re just trying to lay low. I remember you’d mentioned about the cancer…”

  “What?” I ask, not understanding the connection.

  “I don’t mean to pry into your life, but a young kid going through all that…might not have wanted to break up with you to your face. You’d be surprised at how out of their way people will go to avoid an awkward conversation. My guess is that in a couple of weeks, you’ll find out these kids are shacked up at some friend’s place. But right now, there’s just not that much that we can do. When we showed up to your place, what did we find? Missing things. His car isn’t in the parking lot.”

  I moved that, along with his things, to my parents’ place for a few days. Where will the cops never check? My parents’ place in the middle of fucking Hickville, Georgia.

  “As far as we can tell, everything about this looks like a kid who was just trying to get out. Likely because he’d developed feelings for Kyle Fraser.”

  Ever since this investigation began, I’ve been sweating bullets. It’s like with cheating on Todd. There was always this little fear in the back of my mind that I would get caught. Like Karma or God would provide me with whatever universal justice I deserved. But as much as I got away with, it was clear there was no such thing as justice. No deity or force was coming after me. The same thing’s true here. That stupid smile on Kyle’s face, conceited as it appeared, wasn’t laughing at me. He couldn’t laugh where he was. Because there’s no fucking God. No fucking Karma. Just me getting away with murder.

  If only Todd and Kyle would have known how perfect everything played out. How their messages would wind up protecting me from suspicion. Those were my biggest concern. Well, those and the bodies I’d buried on my parents’ property—something they wouldn’t appreciate, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve disappointed them.

  I feel like a fucking genius.

  I think back on Kyle’s lifeless grin. What a joke. Who did he think he was to make that face?

  My lip quivers. I want to laugh in Kyle’s face. And in Landon’s. Fucking idiot. I just got away with two murders!

  “I’m just so sorry that this is how you had to find out,” Landon says.

  “Yes. Me, too.”

  I can’t stifle the laugh. It comes out. Full force. Then it comes out again…and again.

  I try to cover my mouth, but it keeps coming even as Landon’s expression shifts from weary to horrified.

  “I’m sorry,” I insist, trying to conceal my face.

  Keep it together, Blake!

  However, the laughter rolls out of me as if there’s something inside me forcing each laugh out. As if Kyle is in there, making me do this to reveal my secrets.

  I manage to control myself long enough to say, “Pardon me, Landon. Am I excused then?”

  Still, I can’t suppress the smirk on my face.

  Now Landon is just staring at me like he doesn’t know how to respond. And neither do I. How am I supposed to keep my cool when I can’t help but be giddy at how perfectly everything turned out?

  It’s clear that my laugh has revealed too much, though.

  “You know what,” Landon says, rising from his chair, his eyes squinting even more. “I’m going to go check on something real quick. Would you mind staying here for a minute?”

  “Absolutely,” I say. “That’s fine. Just fine.”

  When he leaves, I let the restrained laughter back out. It echoes throughout Landon’s office, haunting me as much as that fucking expression on Kyle’s face.

  Even if they get me, even if I was my own undoing, I can’t help but enjoy that—for a moment—I duped them all.

  The fucking idiots.

  THE END