Breathe 12 - For Better or Worse

 

Skandar and William burst through a storage room door at the back of the club. Their lips were locked on one another in an angry, passionate duel for control. They could hardly figure out where they were going. They crashed against the wall, blindly kicking the door shut behind them. Whenever Skandar tried to break the kiss, William growled and cupped Skandar’s face tighter, holding the kiss. Whenever William tried to break the kiss, Skandar grunted in annoyance and resumed the kiss again.

Somehow Skandar managed to pry his lips free, allowing for William to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. Skandar’s lips moved down William’s chest, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple. His cock was straining in his pants he was so turned on at being able to lick and kiss William’s body. He’d never found one that could top it. 

Without warning or much finesse at all, Skandar had William’s pants around his knees. He stared at that raging hard cock as if it was the first time he’d ever seen it. He shoved his face into William’s groin, drunk with desire. He nuzzled the low hanging balls his husband possessed, inhaling their scent as his mouth made rough nips and bites. Finally after licking from base to tip, Skandar’s warm mouth descended over William’s cock. 

“Guh, fuck!” William grunted, slapping his hands against the wall to brace himself.

William’s knees were already weak from drinking too much, so the sudden and shock inducing sensation of receiving head from the only man he’d ever been in love with, was making his knees begin to buckle. Skandar slapped William’s bare ass as if to jerk him back upright, before he resumed sucking with fervour.   His tongue swirled around the bulbous and sensitive head, causing William to shriek with the ecstasy. Skandar himself was rather drunk with lust, revelling in the knowledge he’d soon be gifted with William’s thick, creamy sperm. He felt like a whore, on his knees in some random storage room, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that the cock he was sucking was the only cock he really ever wanted to suck in his life.

William was already close to cumming even before Skandar started bathing his cock in a mouth sent from heaven. Yet the moment two of Skandar’s slick fingers jammed roughly up his ass, he let out a sharp piercing cry and shot his load down Skandar’s throat. Skandar jerked in surprise, gasping and near choking on the sudden rush of cum being emptied into him. 

“Teacup, I ... uh ... shit!” William cried out, his fists clenching with worrying intensity.

Barely giving William time to recover, Skandar pulled off and used some of William’s own sperm and his saliva to lube up his cock. William was still lost in the aftermath of his intense orgasm when Skandar flipped him to face the wall. Kicking William’s legs apart, Skandar pressed the head of his cock against William’s ass and pushed in just slightly. William winced in surprise, not properly prepared for what was to come. 

Suddenly Skandar slammed his cock in balls deep up William’s ass. He reached around to cover William’s mouth as William let out a loud, agonizing scream of pain. Skandar was too drunk to pay it much heed, and William was too drunk to notice the pain completely. William breathed hard against the wall, tears pricking his eyes as he began to sob. Skandar rutted into him, pants around his ankles as his pale hips jammed forward. William was nearly naked, with his pants around his feet and his shoes the only items of clothing he had on. Skandar still had his shirt on and his own pants were down by his shoes. 

This was not a session of making love. It was a fuck, short and brutal. Skandar buried his head in the back of William’s shoulder, grunting with each thrust. William was shaking from his crying, letting out a pained wail on one particularly powerful thrust. He reached behind him to try and find one of Skandar’s hands, grabbing it as if it were a lifeline to some form of intimacy. Skandar smacked his hand away and wrapped his arms around William’s chest as he continued to fuck him. 

“Ow!” William sobbed, gasping breathlessly, “Skan ... please ... it hurts.”

“I thought my dick was too small to hurt.” Skandar grunted, driven by lust and clouded by alcohol, “Want me to stop?”

“No!” William begged, pleaded, breathing hard, “No, no. Cum in me. In me.”

So that is exactly what Skandar did, but not before he placed a heated kiss on William’s shoulder, right over his tattoo. With a low moan, Skandar erupted inside William, his legs shaking as orgasm ripped through him. After a few moments, Skandar pulled out, frowning at the slightly bloody tinge on his cock. He grabbed a box of toilet rolls on of the shelves and pulled one out to clean his cock off. He tried to do the same to William’s ass, wiping his leaking cum and small specks of blood off.

“Ow, ow, it’s okay.” William winced, pulling his pants up with a little difficulty, “Th ... thank you.”

“Mmm.” Skandar grunted in response, feeling as if he was about to pass out, sitting on the floor, “Coming home ... wif ... you.”

For all the quick, ugly, loveless sensations involved in their storage room tryst, Skandar’s simple statement made it all worth it. William was feeling suddenly more aware of what was happening. He stared down at Skandar, whose pants were still around his ankles. 

“We just had sex!” William shrieked suddenly, grinning madly, “Oh my God! Teacup!”

“Two sugar.” Skandar mumbled, letting out a yawn, “No milk.”

”Skan, get up, I can’t carry you, I’m too drunk and my ass is on fire.” 

“I’m too fucked.” Skandar whined, “Where’s my beer?”

William pulled out his cell phone to call a taxi to wait outside the club. He knelt beside Skandar, wincing in discomfort. It had been a long time since his ass was used as an entry. Though it was horribly unfair, Skandar usually bottomed. William figured he deserved to be on the receiving end tonight, and frankly he’d take anything he could get from Skandar. He felt so happy he wanted to cry and that’s exactly what he did as he fumbled to get Skandar’s pants up.

“Will, Will.” Skandar whispered, hand moving to caress William’s cheek, “Don’t ... cry. I’m sure we can ... find ... more beer.”

William burst with teary laughter as he helped Skandar to his feet, “You’re a dick, Skandar. I love you.”

“I love dick too, Sweetheart.” Skandar nodded, putting his arm around William’s shoulder, “More beer.”

“More at home, I promise.” 

“I better come wif then, aye? Heehee.” Skandar giggled, “Hey ... guess what?”

“What, Skan?”

“I’m drunk.”

“I’m halfway there too.” William laughed, helping Skandar back through the club.

William caught sight of Sarah and Anna having a giggle with some of their friends. He gave Sarah a thumbs up and a grin, which caused Sarah to stand up and start cheering loudly. William grinned and mouthed an ‘I love you’ to her and Anna, before he continued leading Skandar out.

“More beer!” Skandar grinned, breaking away from William to rush for the bar.

“Skandar!” William gasped, laughing as he grabbed his hand, “Taxi’s outside!”

“But I want more!” Skandar whined, pouting, “I’m having fun!”

“I thought you wanted to come home with me.”

“Is there beer?” Skandar asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Skan, it’s our house, remember?”

“Shitloads of beer!” Skandar grinned, jumping onto William and wrapping his legs around his waist, “You’re so damn hot. We should fuck.”

“We just did!”

“We did?” Skandar laughed as William carried him toward the entrance, “Oh shit we did!”

Skandar’s head was moving from side to side and his hands were swaying as he danced to the music. William smiled happily, finding the strength to carry Skandar with ease. Skandar was smiling stupidly, letting the music in the club take over his body. William suddenly felt the urge to stay. Skandar truly seemed happy and he didn’t want to end his night prematurely. The choice was soon taken from him when Skandar jumped off William and started dancing away.

“No doubt you play it real cool, Baby ...” Skandar sang, dancing rather coherently for someone who felt anything but, “Jive with me, Will! Yo!”

“Skandar!” William laughed, shaking his head and following after Skandar.

Just when William thought they were in for an extended stay, he realized Skandar was dancing his way toward the entrance. He took William’s hands and led them in a dance out of the club and onto the sidewalk. Grinning, Skandar’s head continued to sway from side to side as his hands pulled William closer.

“Will, Will!” Skandar said suddenly as they tumbled into the back of the taxi.

“What, Teacup?” William asked after he’d given the driver his address, “Are you okay?”

“Will!” Skandar gasped, eyes wide, “We should do this again!”

William laughed at the genuine sense of amazement in Skandar’s eyes, “You’re right! We should!”

“Bah bow, bah bow.” Skandar sang, still bopping along to music that existed only in his head. 

William turned on his side so he could watch Skandar. He couldn’t help but smile contently, watching Skandar’s animated hand motions as he made up a song and danced to it even as he sat. It was rather endearing for William to see. 

Even when they arrived at their beachside home, Skandar was still bopping. He danced his way from the taxi into the house and right into the bar downstairs. Grabbing as much beer as he could carry, he continued dancing his way upstairs to the deck. He let out a loud wolf cry for no other reason except he felt like it.

“Will, I just helped myself to a shitload of your beer, Baby!” Skandar screamed into the house, realizing he’d left William at the taxi to pay for it, “Is my guitar still in the same place!?”

William emerged onto the deck, carrying Skandar’s guitar. He hadn’t changed anything since Skandar had moved out, and the reminder of the fact he didn’t live here only served to annoy William. He handed Skandar’s guitar to him and sat down on the deck, opening them both a bottle of beer. Smiling contently, he watched as Skandar’s fingers moved deftly over the strings and his deep voice began to sing.

“Help me if you can, I’m feeling down ...” Skandar sang, “... and I do appreciate you being around. Help me if ...”

“Something happier?” William suggested, “Let me guess, you sang that a lot while I was AWOL?”

“Mmm.” Skandar nodded, still smiling as he strummed another tune on the guitar, “Where are we? What the hell ... is going on? The dust ... has only ... just ... begun to fall. Crop circles in the parapet. Sinking ... healing. Hide and ... seek ...”

William closed his eyes and let his senses be filled by all that was his Teacup. Skandar’s guitar playing and voice resonated through William’s soul. It felt so good to be home, and to have Skandar here with him. It just felt right, but still the nagging sensation deep down that this was only a transitory moment of bliss still occupied William’s thoughts. He opened his eyes, to find Skandar smiling curiously and staring at him, no longer singing or playing.

“You ok?” Skandar asked, smiling brightly as he drank more of his beer, “I wrote a song for you too.”

“Let me guess. ‘Will’s an asshole, an asshole, an asshole’?” William chuckled.

“Nah, that one will be for my post divorce efforts.” Skandar grinned before he cleared his throat, drank more beer and then started plucking the guitar strings as if to find the right note.

Skandar’s eyes were closed by the time he sang the last word and played the last note. He took a deep breath, feeling somewhat sombre after singing that song and feeling as if he’d just gotten a hug weight off his chest by doing so. He turned to William, gulping nervously before he realized William was staring at him with eyes that were filled with sadness.

“Teacup ... that was ... so beautiful.” William gasped, simply amazed, “Heartbreaking and beautiful. Oh my God.”

William was stunned by the potency of the words, by the truth of the song. It almost felt like a cry for help right out of Skandar’s soul. While the song was heartbreaking and made him feel immeasurable guilt for effectively abandoning Skandar during their marriage, the last line gave him a bright glimmer of hope. Would it always be true?

“Will it really always be true?” William asked softly, reaching over to cover Skandar’s hand with his own.

“For better or worse.” Skandar whispered, staring desolately at the ground.

Skandar set his guitar down and finished off the last of his beer. Without a word he stood to his feet and grabbed his coat. William let out a sigh, but he didn’t try to stop Skandar leaving. He didn’t think he had much right to anymore.

“I ... I’m sorry.” William said softly, standing to his feet, “If it’s ... any consolation, I ... I came home. Maybe a bit late, but I came home.”

“And if I came home, how long would it be until you left us again? I can’t risk loving you and losing you again. I’m not that strong, Will.” 

William lowered his eyes in shame, frowning. He raised them again to see Skandar leaving, but this time he moved to stop him. He turned Skandar to him just before he made it into the house. He was about to say something when Skandar shook his head, as if to tell him not to speak. William desperately wanted to, but he acquiesced to Skandar’s request.

“For better or worse.” Skandar whispered, more to himself than to William, “That’s what we said to each other.”

“We’ve had a lot of worse, Teacup, so don’t you think it’s time we both tried for a little better?” William pleaded, his eyes doing it more than his words ever could, “I’ve failed you. I’ve failed our family. You can’t risk loving me and losing me again? I can’t imagine ever being happy if you didn’t love me again. If you give me a hope, Skan, I will give you everything I have. Just give me a hope. Please.”

Skandar pondered William’s request for a few moments. Did William really understand the gravity of what he was asking? Skandar believed he did. Though both of them were extremely intoxicated, they both understood what was being implied here. There were no dramatic declarations of love and eternal forgiveness. There were no bended knee pleads of desperation. All there was, was a simple nod from Skandar to William. That was all. Yet for William, that was enough. That was everything. That was a hope.