CW: Cheating

Evil welcomed him in with a drink. They sat in his apartment with glasses of Chardonnay, dry and sour, notes of green apple lingering on the tongue. He told him about work: the M&A he just closed, new developments in the stock market, his shitty coworker who hated him, his boss who was amazing. Evil spent fifteen minutes gushing about Zimmerman, then another fifteen minutes on his date with Zimmerman’s daughter.

He said Fran was smart, nice, and charming, just like her father. They had dinner at a restaurant he only took people he was trying to impress. Fran arrived in a little black dress, and Evil gestured with his hands to show where it ended at the leg. She let him pay and seemed to like him, so what were the chances she’d put in a good word with her dad?

Hart didn’t care. As soon as Evil finished talking, he pulled him into the bedroom and made him strip.

They were not in a relationship. They didn’t even like each other. Still, it had been four months since Evil blew him during a business trip to Niagara Falls. Since then, they had sex often enough that Hart expected it every week. Even worse, he hoped for it. He thought he was the only one Evil was seeing, but clearly, he was wrong.

Hart might be sleeping with him, but he wasn't going to reward bad behaviour. He was having sex to prove a point, which was this: Evil was going to beg. Hart would get on top and ride him, taunt him, and use him until he felt better about the affair. Evil couldn’t do things like invite Hart over and feed him wine, only to have him like a hooker after his proper high-society date.

“Don’t worry, this’ll be quick,” Hart muttered. He undid the buttons on his shirt while Evil watched. “You won’t even see me in the morning.” His pants came off next. “Fran will never find out, isn’t that great?” He pushed Evil down and climbed onto the bed.

Evil fell back with a grunt. Immediately, he grabbed Hart by the waist and went for the goods.

Hart held still as Evil’s fingers dug into him, squeezing his ass. Resisting the urge to grind back, he caught his wrist. “No,” he snapped. “Stop that.”

“You can’t tell me you’re on top and not expect me to cop a feel,” Evil complained, but he was smiling. “You’re so sexy, Hart.”

Hart wasn’t as amused. Clearly, Evil was indulging himself anyway. He had the nerve to talk about his date, then enjoy Hart in his lap. There was a reason why Hart was doing this, and it wasn’t for Evil’s gratification.

He decided he didn’t want Evil groping him anymore. It was distracting, annoying, and made his blood boil. “I said stop, didn’t I? You don't get to touch me tonight,” Hart said and got off the bed, ignoring the indignant noise behind him.

He rifled through the drawers where Evil kept his accessories. Evil’s tie collection was obscene, full of pieces from designers he couldn’t even name. He once confessed that he didn’t keep track of the colours and just bought whatever he needed for the next event. No wonder he had so many repeats.

Just once, Hart thought about stealing something. Not a tie but a watch or ring, a small object Evil wouldn’t miss. He’d never be able to afford it otherwise. Evil made so much more than him, his career lined with success. Hart could sneak a trinket into his pocket and Evil might not even care. But on the off chance that he did, their relationship would be over.

The worst part was that Hart didn’t need to. Evil gifted him watches, ties, and cufflinks of his own volition, and didn’t seem to realize how condescending that was. He said he was happy to give Hart presents. Happy. How was it possible to be happy around him? Hart wore the watch for a month and then stopped, because it was too much like Evil owned him. Except he still had Evil’s ties and his cufflinks, so there was no difference, really.

Funny enough, Evil claimed not to like wearing ties. Apparently, they made him feel collared, but if that was his biggest problem in life, then his life was great.

“Your hands,” Hart said when he got back to the bed.

Evil raised his hands. Hart wound the tie around his wrists, then the headboard.

“Oh,” Evil said. He tested the knot. It kept his wrists together and his arms firmly raised above his head. “You’re so kinky today, Hart.”

“Yes,” Hart said, slightly breathless. “It doesn’t bother you?”

Evil laughed. “Not at all, I’m happy to let you take the initiative. You should do it more often.” He beamed like he was proud of him.

“Stop pushing me down every time you want to fuck, and I might,” Hart muttered. He got on top and straddled him again, so Evil couldn’t move his body either.

They weren’t nice enough to each other for good sex. In general, Hart didn’t consider himself pleasant company, so his taste in men was naturally poor. He was only with Evil because of work, anyway. Evil was nothing but a quick, dirty fuck to release his stress.

Too bad the view looking down on him was great. Evil went to the gym every week and it showed. He had a body that was well taken care of, like he knew he needed to be attractive. The better you looked, the more people liked you and the greater opportunities you got. There were studies about it.

Hart worked hard too. He didn’t try to be fit like Evil did, but he tried in other ways. His brother once called him a metrosexual yuppie as an insult, but it was true. Hart wore his hair down and used the best products money could buy. Every morning, he shaved his jaw and tweezed his brows, and kept to a strict skincare routine. He was deathly afraid of aging, and besides, rubbing lotion over his face calmed him down. His diet kept him slim and so did the stress.

Him and Evil, they looked pornographic together. Hart would’ve paid anything to see them right now, so he could get off on the contrast between their bodies alone. He never had Evil like this before, tied up and at his mercy, except Evil wasn’t even fazed. There was no sense of danger on his face, only indulgence. Evil was satisfying himself. He was having fun.

Except Hart didn’t want him to have fun. He wanted Evil writhing beneath him, utterly tormented and helpless to do anything but beg. Just like how Hart always felt around him. He had to give Evil a taste of his own medicine. 

Fuck, that’d be good. It’d be a relief.

Hart rocked his hips. “You like this, don’t you?” he said. “You can't even stick to one person and you have the nerve to enjoy yourself.”

Evil groaned, his face starting to flush. “It's because you're on top of me,” he said. “Everything you do is hot.”

“That's not true,” Hart hissed, momentarily thrown off. Recovering quickly, he decided to start telling Evil how to feel. If Evil needed a reason to take him seriously, he'd give him one. “Anyone would do for you. You ought to be ashamed of your lack of standards, do you know how much of a pain you are in my life?”

“No,” Evil said.

“You’re awful.” Hart pinched his nipple, making Evil let out a breathless laugh. “I try so hard but you don’t even look at me. The effort I go to is ridiculous. Do you know how much it costs to look like this? Are you going to pay me back? I do this for you, Evil, so you better appreciate it.”

Since Evil couldn’t touch him, Hart ran his hands down his own chest. His skin was smooth; perfect. “You can buy me after I ruin you,” he said and ground his ass firmly onto Evil’s cock.

“Yes,” Evil sighed. He bucked his hips, making Hart shudder with the motion. “I’ll buy you anything you want. Tell me more, I like hearing you talk.”

No doubt he wanted Hart to say nice, pleasant things to feed his ego. God, he was so hard right now. What was the point of this again? It felt too good to matter. “I want you,” Hart said. “I want you so much.”

“Let me fuck you,” Evil groaned.

“No.”

Hart circled his hips and fished for something else to say. He was getting tired already. Evil’s body was rubbing against all the wrong parts. What the hell was he supposed to do to keep Evil interested?

Evil never said. He went on and on about how nice Fran was, how she was smart and charming, but he never said what made her attractive.

Hart rubbed their cocks together and hissed into his ear. “Feel that? I’m so hot for you right now.”

There was a terrible moment in which he thought Evil would laugh. Then Evil threw his head back and moaned. “Oh, please. You’re amazing.”

A chill washed over him in slow motion. Hart watched Evil’s face and didn’t understand him. Evil had to know why he was doing this. He must've seen the lengths Hart went to keep him, but did he even care?

The night stopped making sense the moment Evil looked so damn happy with so little. Hart was hopelessly lost and wanted to come, just to get it over with.

“I keep insulting you. You’re not going to ask why?” came out of his mouth instead.

“No, you’re allowed to torment me,” Evil said. His voice softened to a dreamy tone. “I bet you always wanted to, so do whatever you like.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Hart said. His chest felt tight. Ordering Evil around was becoming one of the worst experiences of his life. “Be grateful you have me, because no one else would do this for you.”

He wanted to go back to having normal sex, the kind that ended with him facedown on the bed while Evil pounded into him from behind. Hard, rough sex where he begged for mercy and got his needs met. Hart didn’t ever try to please Evil back. God, no, that would require actually liking him. He needed Evil to look at him and touch him and long for him and lust after him, but not like him. Otherwise, what was he to him?

“Beg me, Evil,” he said. He tried to sound imperious, but even to his own ears, he was the one begging. He set his hands on Evil’s chest and dug his nails in. “Tell me you want me.”

Evil made a choked noise and arched up. “Hart,” he gasped. “Keep going, keep moving like that. Give me more.”

His voice rose to a pitch at the end, and Hart groaned, rutting hard against Evil. With each thrust, he dragged himself over Evil’s body, skin burning against skin. He wanted to take himself in hand and jerk off all over Evil, get come on his face. And Evil would keep panting at him like he was doing now, excited for it.

He reached down and gripped both their cocks, then pumped. “Lie there and think about how badly you want it, you pervert.” His lips quirked up. Calling Evil names felt great. “You dirty bastard.”

The tie strained against the headboard as Evil visibly shuddered. “Slut,” he shot back.

“No, that’s you,” Hart said. He tightened his grip and fucked into it, forcing a sigh out of Evil. Being kept on the edge, dissatisfied but wanting, was torture. He imagined raising himself up so Evil’s cock slipped inside of him. There was nothing he had going for him, other than his hole.

His body was begging to be fucked, but he held himself in check. Hart kept jerking them off, his palm slick from their combined pre-come, which smeared over their dicks. He liked a strong grip and enjoyed getting bullied with fingers that were just shy of too tight.

Evil strained against the tie binding his hands, muscles in his chest flexing as he twisted. A bead of sweat rolled down his jaw, and Hart leaned forward to lick it off. In response, Evil gave a low groan. “Fuck yes. Come on, keep doing what you’re doing—god, that feels nice.” He bucked his hips hard.

Hart threw out a hand and caught himself. “Stop that,” he said coldly. “If you don’t stay still, I’ll get up and leave.”

Evil stopped moving. He held himself steady with visible effort, which Hart appreciated. His chest was warm like he was exerting himself, even as he lay there and did nothing.

Hart made a pleased noise and spread his legs, mockingly giving Evil a better view. Evil ought to take a long, hard look because that was all he was going to get. “You like that, don’t you?” Hart sneered. “I could do this all night.”

When Evil said “I love it,” his heart skipped a beat. Hart groaned and tightened his hand, pulling them off in quick, hurried strokes. Their shafts rubbed together and their balls rolled over each other, and the body below him was panting. Hart had half a mind to tease Evil’s hole too, but then Evil might expect Hart to fuck him. He didn’t like penetrating Evil and couldn’t explain why, only that it was undignified.

He wanted Evil so badly that it was going to kill him. Anything and everything: his hands, his mouth, his cock, his body. Hart wanted Evil down his throat; wanted it in his ass; wanted Evil to fuck him in every way possible; wanted Evil’s pleasure like his own pleasure; just wanted Evil. It drove him crazy.

“Tell me you love it again,” Hart whispered.

“I love you,” Evil said.

Hart threw his head back and came all over Evil’s chest.

He came a lot, and hard, and for a long time. His orgasm wracked him from head to toe, tearing away his senses like a storm. It felt amazing, intense enough to steal the breath from him. He closed his eyes and could only hear his loud sounds of pleasure, then panting. He loved it. Fuck, he loved it.

When it was over, Hart ignored his softening cock and kept moving against Evil until he came too. It didn’t take long, and he liked how Evil grimaced through it. 

With shaking hands, he ripped Evil’s tie off. Evil’s hair fell in front of his eyes, and Hart brushed away the strands for him.

Evil moved his wrists, adjusting to the freedom. His eyes cleared as he leaned forward, a hungry look on his face. “You look gorgeous,” he said. “Had fun?”

Something in Hart plummeted. He wasn’t sure if he did, only that he felt ruined. “I feel disgusting,” he muttered and wiped the cum from his skin.

“Well, I don’t mind. Are we going to do this again?” Evil asked.

“No. Do you want to?”

“It’s not my thing if you aren’t into it.”

“Then what did I do this for? I didn’t tie you up for fun,” Hart said, indignant. He tossed the tie onto the nightstand, then got off him.

When he looked down at the bed, the sheets were wrinkled. One side was pulled away by their movement, and Hart wanted to wrestle Evil off and fix it. Since he didn’t want to seem neurotic, he wasn’t going to. How fucking humiliating that Evil couldn’t even keep the bed tidy. Being hard up for him was the worst thing ever.

Hart could still hear the words in his head. I love you, Evil had said.

They didn’t have to talk if Evil didn’t want to. Not now, or ever, because Hart wasn’t going to bring up the topic. People said lots of things they didn’t mean during sex, and he had no reason to believe Evil. He wasn’t happy to hear it and he wasn’t unhappy that Evil took it back. Evil could do whatever he wanted.

A brittle silence passed between them. Hart started looking for his clothes.

Evil’s hand clasped around his wrist. When Hart stared at him, he let go. “Just get back safe,” he said. “Do you want me to call a taxi?”

Hart shook his head. He hated taking the subway back, but he hated being pitied even more. It was bad enough being Evil's booty call at all hours of the night and even the day, if Evil asked nicely. Having to be here was mortifying enough, why the hell would he stay?

He picked up his shirt and said hopelessly, “We’re not going to talk about it?”

Evil said even more hopelessly, “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s a lie. If you let me go, you’ll never bring it up again.” Hart frowned at him. “You’re dating other people.”

Evil went quiet for a moment. “I didn’t do anything with her. I took her out to dinner and maybe we fooled around a little afterwards. But I had someone else on my mind.”

“Okay,” Hart said in a tight, clipped tone. “I know how your mind works, Evil. I made you into half the man you are now. You can’t do anything without me, so don't try to lie.” He closed his eyes. Knowing was one thing, but hearing the words was another thing entirely. “The two of you will get together eventually, so don’t blame me for giving up. I can’t figure out how you feel.”

Evil frowned like that was something that bothered him. “I didn’t think you cared,” he said.

“Of course I don’t care. I obviously don’t care.” After the lengths Hart was willing to go for him, how dare Evil lust after other people. “You’re trying to suck up to Zimmerman by dating his daughter. It’s disgusting.”

“Well, you’re always showing up for sex and leaving,” Evil snapped back. “It’s not like we ever agreed to be exclusive. I thought you were seeing other people on the side too.”

“It’s different when it’s someone we know,” Hart muttered. 

The problem was that Evil didn’t understand why he was upset. Hart could condition his hair and smoothen his skin, go on diets to maintain his figure, and do yoga so he was flexible. He could be everything Evil wanted, but he still couldn’t keep him.

Hart wasn’t some obsessed lover who’d die without Evil. All he hoped was to be the only one left, after Fran and Zimmerman were gone and he was comforting Evil in front of their casket. Then Evil would finally rely on him and him alone. He wanted to be the last one standing. He just wanted it to be easy.

“You never take anything seriously,” Hart said. “I’m tired of being your second choice. Your third choice, even. Never your first. You’re going to find someone else to replace me.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Evil said. “Zimmerman tried to set her up with me because he didn’t like that I was making eyes at him.” He laughed. “I’m not stupid, Hart. I know who I am.” He moved closer, and Hart was suddenly aware that they were naked, come and sweat drying on their body. “I’d choose you over Fran.”

Hart wanted to douse Evil in gasoline and set him on fire for assuming he had a choice. “Why are you even with me?” he snapped. “If it’s just sex, you can get that anywhere.”

Evil paused. “I thought you liked the sex.”

“I don’t like feeling cheap.”

“You don’t have to be so insecure.”

Except he did. Hart had to be insecure in order to keep him around, because he was only good if he was convenient. He didn’t need to be liked or loved, but he needed to be worth something. Right now, he wasn’t much of anything.

“You’re the one who made me this way,” Hart said, his voice small and quiet. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the ceiling. “I don’t care.”

“The more you say that, the less I believe you.” 

Evil pulled him into an embrace. His arms curled around him, even as Hart’s back went straight and tense. “I let you tie me up, didn’t I? You got me to beg.” He sighed into his ear. “You made me feel like I deserved it.

“But,” Evil said defensively, “I didn’t know how you felt about me.”

Hart took a breath. His voice came out shaky. “I’m not going to say it.”

“I won’t make you,” Evil said. “Except you never asked if we could be exclusive. If you did, I think you’d like my answer.”

Hart let himself hope and was utterly terrified. He couldn’t trust Evil enough to love him. It was easier to let go when you were disappointed. “I need you to know that I can always find someone else.” His words came out too quickly to be neutral. “But we could try.”

“Okay.”

Was it that easy? When Hart said nothing, Evil entwined their fingers together. “It’s getting late,” he said. “You don’t want to go back at this hour, it’s too dark. Stay the night and tomorrow too.”

I always ride the subway back, Hart didn’t say. Instead, he nodded. He had never experienced a morning together with anyone. “I’m not moving in with you, ever,” he said as a warning, thinking it was all too much, too fast.

Tonight frightened him. Either they were in it for the long run or they were nothing at all. As Evil pulled him back to the bed, what Hart feared the most was that they would last.