The tango

He stood there, Shock and awe as he stared down the barrel of a gun. What fucking guts this man had. He had been fooling around with a married man, thinking that was the worst this fling was going to get. Yet, as he was invited over he found himself with a gun to his head as he stepped out of the shower. Now here he was watching the big beef cake in his boxers laying on the bed while his wife stood between them. Jori ran fingers through his thick, wet hair and pushed back his bangs before putting his hands up. He was a skinny thin built man, there was no way he was meant to deal with a gun to his head. Only down side was now he stood naked in front of his wife.

Lucas had been eager to get things started, what started as usual was his wife said she would be gone for the weekend. Things always escalated quick, first there was the text, then there was heated make out sessions at the front door. A trail of clothes being laid this way and that as they made their way through the kitchen and living room and down the hall to his bedroom.

The bed was freshly made, navy blue and he laid there in his white boxers. Scruffy beard being played with as the other man played with the curly wired hair.

He had kissed him softly, stating he would go get ready and to be prepared. By the time he had relaxed into the bed as the other hopped into the shower he looked up. His wife was there.

His wife was there!

She was there. Sandra had a pink skirt on with high string magenta boots that went just under her knee, a pale pink jacket on over a white blouse. Her red hair was folded neatly into a tight bun under a sun hat.

Sandra had barely been gone 5 hours and she comes home to this.

She began digging around under the bed. Barely looking at her husband before grabbing for the pistol under the bed. "What the hell are you doing here? " Lucas questioned as he sat up in bed, in shock and processing just what was going on. She barely wanted to answer how pissed off she was.

"I live here. My trip was cancelled last minute."

She was gruff and upset at both of them. Who ever was in the shower was going to feel her wrath and he sure as hell was going to feel her wrath later too!

She cocked her gun, aiming at his forehead as he put his hands up.

She was surprised in was a guy. She was thoroughly surprised.

An attractive guy with an average build.

Her eyebrows lifted as she slowly turned her head to look at her husband, keeping the gun pointed at the man with his hands up.

Her jaw dropped, as she glared daggers at her husband.

"Who the fuck is he? " She said sternly, before the next sentence dropped out of her mouth, taken a back that the stranger behind her had stated the same thing as her, at the same time.

"Lucas, what the fuck!"

"Lucas, what the fuck!"

Lucas looked between his wife and Jori, slowly moving off the bed. His brown eyes didnt stop from the scene unfolding as he slowly stood and inserted himself between Jori and Sandra.

Slowly, Sandra lowered her gun, a firm put out lip as she glared at him.

"You couldnt have, like, TOLD ME!" He began, her fingers twisting up as she seemed like she wanted to choke Lucas.

Then she gripped the sides of her hair as she turned her back to them.

"You couldnt have like, I dont fucking know. Said 'hey I wanna experiment' or fuck like 'hey I dont think this is working out!' Something! Something better than this! Anything better than this! I know you were slow and sort of an idiot Lucas but really?"

She looked frazzled now. Laying the gun on the bed.

Jori rolled his eyes, "Kay, You two have fun. Im deleting your number and blocking you. Please just let me grab my clothes and live." He hissed, shoving past the hulk of a man and picking up the last of his clothes that made it to the bedroom.

Lucas looked more defeated in more ways than one, reaching out as Jori left the room. "Jori--! Wait I !"

"You what?" Sandra said sharply, seating herself pretty on the bed.

"Let him go. This is your mess, clean it up." Lucus wanted to spit something vile to her, he wanted to throw up lies as his head begged him to do what wouldnt make his father take his title away from him. What wouldnt make him be denied anything from the family. Yet, He really liked Jori. A lot.

He liked Sandra too, it was just...He couldnt put his finger on it. Sex with her was like, closing your eyes and waiting for it all to be over. Sex with Jori was so much more. At least to him. Jori felt different of course.

Thats all this was after all to him. A good fun time between his job and school. It isnt like this sort of thing isnt common, even now that being gay is fairly accepted, you still get people too afraid to be themselves or admit they are gay with out worried they are going to be ostracized in their family or jobs. As if being out there you dont deal with that anyways. Or as if being in the closet is any safer. You eventually get caught. Or worse, you become so filled with self hatred you cant figure out if this is a closet or a home.

As Jori closed the front door, now fully clothed his shoulders slumped, sighing heavily as he double checked he grabbed everything.

At least this wasnt anything too serious. Though, Lucus did look quite upset like he wanted to say something. Like he wanted him to stay. To 'keep in contact'. Please. He had been through this song and dance all too many times before.