Ill Wash My Bloody Hands And We'll Start A New Life (Anyone)

"In time we will be....I think....."
Mike didnt know what else to tell him.

Alex nodded.
"So so sorry." He murmured. He laid down and buried his face in the pillow

Mikewas too sweet to let him cry like that. Mike pulled Alex to his chest and held him.
"Stop crying..."

It was moments like this that made him feel truly guilty.
'I-I deserve to cry. I'm a b-bad person."

"Alex no your not sweet heart....Your a good man.... stop crying." Mike wiped Alex's tears away.

Oh god, he was going to crack. Never had he ever felt this bad about what he was doing.
But Mike was so sweet and trusting...was comforting Alex, even though he'd just cheated on him.... and would continue to do so.

Mike sniffled and hugged Alex tightly.
"Your a good man....I love you.....Are you okay?" Mike rubbed his back soothingly.

Alex sniffled.
This was getting harder and harder.
"I-I'm fine. As long as you don't want to leave me.. And I love you too."

"No...I don't want to leave you." Mike looked around blankly.
"Do you need something? Can I help?"
He needed to fix himself so Alex would want him.

"No baby. You're perfect. I'm just an ass." Alex said softly, hugging Mike.

"No your not Alex, id cheat on me too....."
It was hard but Alex had Mike so frayed he had no confidence in himself.

Alex simply frowned.
"Lay down with me?" He sighed.

"Okay baby."
Mike laid down with his lover and held him tightly.

"I love you baby. I'm so sorry." He kissed Mike sweetly.

"Its fine Alex...."
Mike hesitantly snuggled up to his lover.

Alex smiled and hugged mike tightly. He'd gotten away with it again... everything would be fine.

Mike was soon asleep, he was exhausted, emotionally and physically.

A few weeks passed and the cheating continued. Drew wsn't too pleased about the lack of visits but it kept them both satisfied. Plus Stephen had been getting suspicious too. Alex's guilt had faded as soon as it had arrived.

Mike was dropping weight. He hung onto Alex like a lost puppy, panicking if Alex got to far away or was gone for to long. Th cheating has fucked his mind up.

Today Mike was out. Vince had called him over to look over the script.
Alex had texted and asked Drew if he could come over.
"Not now. Stephen's home.
SinisterScotsman69"
"Drew, it's been almost a month. Too long. I'm horny and Mike's not here. It could be the only time for a while.
VarsityVixen;)"
"... if Mike's out why can't I come over there?
SinisterScotsman69"
"Cause. I can't chance it.
VarsityVixen;)"
"I'm coming. We'll see if you can resist when I'm over there;)
SinisterScotsman69"
Alex groaned but he was still excited
Within minutes Drew was strolling into the room, spare key in hand.
"Drew, get out. Mike could be home any minute."
They argued back and forth until it ended in Alex giving in.
ANother few minutes passed and Drew was on the bed, bare ass in the air as Alex pounded into him.

Mike had been in a better mood then usual. Vince was letting him have a chance at the WWE Championship. Mike burst through the door with a grin,
"Alex you'll never gu-......"
Mike had stopped, the smile dropping from his face and Alex's Christmas present he had stopped to get on the way home falling from his arms.

Drew saw Mike, but Alex was far too consumed in Drew's tight walls around him.
A sharp laugh passed Drew's lips as he just shook his head and concentrated on the man on top of him.
"You are a sex GOD!" Drew cried out, fisting sheets as he winked at Mike.

Mike stared in horror before turning to leave and hitting his knee on a table. He fell down and clutched his hurt knee, knocking over a framed picture of him and Alex together on their three year anniversary, it fell and clattered to the floor before shattering into millions of pieces. Mike let a sob escape his lips as he tried to crawl away.

The sounds startled Alex out of his thoughts and cries of pleasure.
He let out a string of swear words as he pulled out of Drew and ran over to Mike.
Drew let out a loud whine.
"Baby! Are you okay!?"

"Get away!" Mike screamed as he clutched he knee while backing away, his hands being cut to ribbons by the shards of glass that littered the floor.